Really not a villain

Cangwu Mountain in the early morning has a graceful beauty, the lush forests are shrouded in mist, and everything is still sleeping.

Swish—a light and agile figure flitted among the branches and leaves, awakening the roosting tit.

The east is pale, the long night has receded, the sun has not yet risen, and the torches scattered in the mountains and forests are extinguished one after another.

"Chase!"

Mu Jiangling pushed aside the branches in front of him, looked at the cliff at the end, the tired look on his brows became more serious.

A faint shout came from behind: "Mu Jiangling! You are so vicious, you killed all of the 190 people at the foot of Cangwu Mountain!"

The rising sun was slightly higher than the mountain top, and the morning mist was dyed into a faint golden color. The monks held spiritual weapons, covered in golden morning mist, and chased to the edge of the cliff.

Mu Jiangling had stood on the cliff for a long time, turned around, his eyes were not so cold as they were dull.

"It's not me," he said.

The mountain wind on the cliff was a bit strong, whistling past, blowing away the tiny voice in an instant.

The leading monk waved his hand filled with righteous indignation: "Kill him!"

Mu Jiangling took a deep breath and pulled out the dagger from his boot.

"Come." He said a word coldly.

The light golden mist was stained with blood, weapons collided, clanged, screams and curses came and went, and soon returned to calm.

The sun rose completely, emitting a golden light, illuminating the entire mountain.The morning mist dissipated, and the mountain wind softened, brushing the broken hair on Mu Jiangling's forehead, and brushing over his tired eyes.

"Really...not me."

He wiped off the blood on the dagger, walked around the scattered corpses on the ground, being careful not to get more blood on his boots, and walked slowly to the edge of the cliff.

The mountain wind on the edge of the cliff carried the smell of grass and trees, diluting the disgusting smell of blood.

"what--"

A shrill scream pierced the silence, Mu Jiangling turned his head abruptly, quickly wiped his boots with his left hand, twisted his waist, and blocked the dagger in front of him, there was a sharp rubbing sound, sparks burst out, barely blocking the stabbing sword .

The sword was a good sword. It fell into the rock like cutting a block of tofu, and then there was a tooth-piercing "click".

Fine cracks covered the entire cliff top with lightning speed, and then collapsed with a "boom".

Mu Jiangling subconsciously stretched out his hand to fish it out, but he didn't catch anything, and just fell straight down.At the moment of life and death, he even had time to glance down, and quickly hid the dagger back in his boots.

There are many trees on the cliff, so they should not die.

Since you can't die, you have to think about what's next.

Surviving in the wilderness, plus a serious injury, the monk might gather people to search at the bottom of the cliff.

How important it is to have a weapon for self-defense.

If he hadn't lost his sword, how could he have such a bloody accident as falling off a cliff...

A tree trunk interrupted Mu Jiangling's thinking very rudely, almost knocking out his bile.

Then there was a burst of crackling and snapping sounds of branches and leaves snapping. Mu Jiangling spun around and fell into a mud puddle at the bottom of the cliff.

His whole body was thrown into a mess, his stomach was in a tizzy, he got up and retched a few times, only vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, his eyes were probably muddy, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Faintly heard someone shouting on the cliff.

This place...can't stay for long.

Mu Jiangling wiped his face, stretched out his muddy hands, and tenaciously crawled forward.

Crawling and crawling, the sound of gurgling water suddenly came to my ears.

Mu Jiangling was stunned for a moment, and then showed a trace of hesitation.Jump in, take a gamble, maybe there is still a way out.

The dark red blood splattered all the way, and just as his fingertips touched the cold stream, he tilted his body and plopped into it.

Mu Jiangling woke up from the cold.

It was already night, and the late autumn wind was blowing on the wet clothes, making it bitingly cold.

He shivered, rubbed his eyes, his vision became clear again, and he was able to look around in the dim light.

It's about a cave.The stream rushes past the feet, carrying a chilly air. There are wet moss and some dwarf lichens growing on the nearby stone walls, and they will disappear when you go higher.

Going up should have a dry and sheltered place where you can spend the night.

Mu Jiangling stood up staggeringly, and only moved a step. There was a sharp pain in his right calf, and he immediately hissed and fell back to the ground.

There was an inch-long gash on the calf, with bone deep visible, which was probably cut by a branch on the cliff or a stone in the stream.

"Unlucky." Mu Jiangling frowned, tore off a piece of sleeve and hastily bound it up, stood up with effort while supporting the stone wall, and limped up.

The structure of the entire cave is not complicated, and there is only one way to go along the stream.He touched the stone wall, stumbled and turned a few corners, and suddenly his hand was empty, and he fell and gnawed on the mud.

"Ouch……"

Mu Jiangling groaned, hugged his poor bruised knee, raised his head, and was shocked.

A huge natural stalactite cave is infiltrated by a kind of soft light from nowhere, a stone pillar in the middle is broken there, and a thin grass grows at the break, with thin stems and narrow There is a thin and small fruit squeezed out from the top of the leaf, exuding a faint warm red halo.

This strange stone cave, unusual growth place, and luminous fruit are short of writing the words "Heaven, Material and Earth Treasure" on the leaves.

Mu Jiangling was dumbfounded: "Did the ancients honestly... deceive me?"

Is there really such a thing as falling off a cliff to pick up treasure? ? ?

Dragging his injured leg, he limped to the side of the stone pillar and poked the fruit carefully.

The fruit shook, and a warmth spread from the fingertips.

……

nice one.

Mu Jiangling thought for a while.

eat it.

Anyway, there is no owner for the things that grow in this corner, right?

After thinking about it, Mu Jiangling felt that it made sense, so he simply grabbed the fruit and threw it into his mouth, chewing and swallowing it.

The effect is really immediate, the dantian is warm, the bleeding from the wound has stopped, and the wound on the body seems to be less painful.

As the saying goes, sleep when you are full.

My stomach growled inappropriately.

Just for example.Mu Jiangling rubbed his hungry stomach to comfort him.

He yawned, there were not many branches or anything in this ghostly place, and he couldn't even warm himself up, it was cold and wet, so he could only take off his coat and make do with sleep.

This sleep was uneasy, cold, hungry, and had nightmares.

Familiar faces in the dream died in front of my eyes one by one, with distorted expressions, countless hands stretched out from the sea of ​​blood, pulling me desperately, crying and screaming in my ears, who was really crying Roaring: "Mu Jiangling! Mu Jiangling!"

Mu Jiangling opened his eyes abruptly, clutching his chest and gasping for breath, sweating all over his head, his face turned pale.

After taking a few breaths, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

A pair of clean black boots stood motionless in front of him.

The cold sweat on Mu Jiangling's forehead slipped silently, and with a flip of his wrist, he reached for the dagger like lightning.

It was too late and then too soon, the boots moved suddenly, before Mu Jiangling could see what was going on, his wrists felt a sharp pain, and the dagger flew far away with a clang, and then he was slammed by someone around the neck on the stone wall.

Mu Jiangling was dizzy from the blow, and it took him a while to see the man's appearance clearly.

The man's eyebrows and eyes revealed a look of indifference to all sentient beings, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his eyes were as transparent as amber, and his pair of vertical pupils were particularly weird. A string of thin agate bracelets made of the same material made a crisp and moving sound like wind chimes when they collided.

It's just that the crisp sound of the jingle echoed in the empty stone room, just like the sound of a demon calling for death.

Mu Jiangling was about to be strangled to death: "Big... big brother, if you have something to say... speak well..."

"Speak well?" The man looked at the fruitless grass blankly, and then looked at him as if looking at a corpse, "Did you eat Sanqing fruit?"

Mu Jiangling's heart skipped a beat.

"That'smine."

Who says there is no Lord? ? ?

Isn't this coming? ? ? ? ?

Mu Jiangling rolled his eyes, wanting to strangle the confident self just now.

In the next moment, he really wanted to just pass out and die with less fright.

A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the man's body, and the mountain shook instantly, the cave began to fall ash, the stone pillar broke, and the whole mountain seemed to be splitting apart.

But only for a moment.

The thin bracelet jingled very, very crisply, and the earrings shook, as if there was a flash of light.

The breath disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, and the restraining hands were also loosened.

Mu Jiangling narrowly escaped death, knelt on the ground, coughed earth-shatteringly while clutching his neck, stepped back while coughing, and touched the dagger by the way.

The man held his wrists vainly, lowered his head, his eyes were dim.

It seems that the bracelet and earrings are used to seal his power.

Mu Jiangling suddenly gained some confidence.A fruit growing in this corner, when a person came, he opened his mouth and said it was his own, why?Just now he was sleeping in a daze, and he didn't expect it for a while, but now he asked confidently: "Why do you say that this fruit is yours?"

The man glanced at him, clenched his fist with his right hand, without any spiritual power, and punched hard on the stone wall behind him.

The mountain seemed to shake for a while, and the foggy light suddenly filled the entire cave before dawn, and the cool mountain breeze poured in.

Mu Jiangling stood in front of the stone wall that had been pierced by a punch, dumbfounded and fluttered in the wind.

Breaking through the mountain wall with bare hands, this is simply not something a human can do, right? !

The man glanced at him again.

Mu Jiangling's legs softened, and he almost knelt down: "Brother, whoever you say belongs to..."

The man pinched his chin, stared at him with a pair of amber eyes, and said coldly: "I poured the Sanqing fruit with blood."

"Yes, yes, take it easy, big brother... don't accidentally pinch it..." Mu Jiangling grinned, squeezing his own chin for fear that it would be broken if he squeezed hard.

"How do you pay?"

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