The moon is bright and the wind is clear

The sun set in the west quickly.

At night, the bottom of the cliff is eerily quiet, with occasional chirping of cicadas echoing in the secluded valley, indicating that there are still living creatures here.

Mo Qingfeng opened his eyes with difficulty. He only felt that the bones of his whole body seemed to be separated, and the pain as if his internal organs had been smashed instantly spread from the nerve endings to all the limbs.

"Ah...'' He snorted and wanted to sit up, but it seemed that he couldn't do it now.

He frowned in pain, gave up the idea of ​​getting up, and then checked his surroundings.

This is a dark cave, the surroundings are extremely humid, and occasionally the sound of water droplets hitting the cave walls can be heard.

so dark...

Mo Qingfeng simply closed his eyes, ignoring where he was now.

He couldn't help recalling today's situation in his mind, why did his inner strength keep flowing out when he climbed the cliff with light work?Right now, his body is light and empty, like cotton wool, and there is no sign of internal energy circulating in his body.

He suddenly thought of a possibility.Could it be... is it caused by practicing phantom sound spectrum?

He recalled that his internal breath was extremely unstable every time he practiced the phantom sound score, and his internal energy was stagnant when he practiced the exercises. He guessed that it should be the scattered exercises caused by this exercise.

Since it was caused by practicing phantom sound spectrum, then this Sangong should only be temporary, but... just don't know how long it will last?In this arena, there are too many people who want to take the life of him, the young master of Qingyuan sect, he must recover his skills as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized why he was lying in this cave after falling?He seemed to remember that Sikong Lang grabbed him and fell down with him.Could it be that he saved himself?

After thinking about it, I felt that I was too naive. After falling down, Sikong Lang kept saying that he wanted to kill him, hehe...

At this moment, Sikong Lang's voice sounded in the cave: "Are you awake?"'

When Mo Qingfeng heard this voice, his heart seemed to tremble.

He... didn't he say that I am a heinous big devil?Don't you hate me that much?Why didn't you leave me behind?

Mo Qingfeng felt a little bit of joy in his heart, but he still replied in a cold voice: "Didn't you say you were going to kill me? Why... change your mind and show kindness and don't want to kill me? Hmph... Don't forget, it's me Pushed your little lover off a cliff.''

Sikong Lang sighed: "Lie down properly, don't talk so much. Your whole body's muscles and veins have been damaged, and there are still many broken bones on your body...''

"Hmph...don't be so hypocritical in front of me. What I can't stand the most is that you self-righteous disciples of the Baidao sect, on the surface, care about the common people in the world. In fact, you are not fighting for the position of the leader. Blood flow, a bunch of hypocrites.''

"...'' Sikong Lang was so blocked by him that he couldn't speak. He didn't understand why a person who had been injured so badly still had the energy to talk so much. Didn't he... talk a lot before.

Sikong Lang walked up to him, and said softly: "That...do you know what you said when you were unconscious.''

Mo Qingfeng looked at him and smiled mockingly: "What did you say? If I really said something, I hope that the members of your four sects will die soon and be reborn soon."

Mo Qingfeng thought that what he said would make Sikong Lang furious again, but to Mo Qingfeng's surprise, Sikong Lang was not angry, but sat beside him leisurely.

Mo Qingfeng wondered, this person...how could he react so calmly while being indifferent to what he said?At least, it should be normal to have an argument with him.

"Hey... big hero, I pushed your little lover down, and you are so calm? Are you worthy of him?" Mo Qingfeng wanted to continue to provoke him.

Sikong Lang leaned against the stone wall with his eyes closed, sighed and said: "Who said...he is my lover?"'

"Heh...don't play tricks on me. If he isn't your lover, you will risk your life? Do you think I'm a fool?" Mo Qingfeng sneered.

Sikong Lang opened his eyes, and suddenly shouted angrily: "Don't mention him to me again, if I say no, I won't!"

Mo Qingfeng didn't expect that Sikong Lang would react like this when he mentioned that man. Shouldn't he care about that man the most?

Sikong Lang also felt that he seemed a little excited, so he said softly: "Just now, I searched everywhere under this cliff, but I didn't find him. Since he didn't fall off the cliff, he shouldn't have died. Wait for you After his injury is healed, I will go find him... He is a disciple of my alliance sect, he fell off the cliff and disappeared without reason, no matter what, he should give an explanation to the elders.''

Mo Qingfeng was suspicious, why...wait for his injury to heal?

"If you want to look for it, look for it now...don't care what I do, anyway, I'm injured all over my body now, don't worry, I can use you to threaten the four sects now.''

"Then... I have to go out to this place, the cliff is so high, how can I get out..." Sikong Lang smiled wryly

, and then went on to say: "Could it be that in your heart, I am used to threaten others?!''

Mo Qingfeng's eyes moved slightly: "What did you say?"'

"It's nothing... In short, you should rest well tonight, and I will set your bones tomorrow."''

After speaking, Sikong Lang walked out of the cave, leaving Mo Qingfeng alone.

Mo Qingfeng pondered for a moment, then smiled wryly in his heart.

In the early morning of the next day, Sikong Lang returned to the cave with leaves filled with water, came to Mo Qingfeng's side, and helped him up: "Come on, drink some water first."

When Sikong Lang helped him, their bodies were almost pressed together, and his breath sprayed onto Mo Qingfeng's face.

"I... I'll do it myself.''

Mo Qingfeng stretched out his blood-stained hand tremblingly, wanting to drink it himself, but was stopped by Sikong Lang: "You don't want to move, let me help you."

So, Mo Qingfeng sat where he was, with an embarrassing expression, and was fed water little by little by Sikong Lang.

The clear water finally moistened the throat, and the lips were no longer so pale and dry.

Sikong Lang looked at Mo Qingfeng's blood-stained hand, the blood stains on it had dried up, but the dark red color on it still burned Sikong Lang's eyes.

"Young Master Mo, let me set your bones."'

"No need! After I recover, I will find my own way!" Mo Qingfeng refused straight away.

"It's useless to say what you say now. Under this cliff, there is no other living person except me. Even if there is, it is probably your enemy... Do you want to set your own bones? But you can't even move now." Can't move.''

"If you don't need it, you don't need it, don't play tricks on me, Sikong Lang, you...''

"Hey... why do you know my name is Sikong Lang?" Sikong Lang looked at him jokingly.

"I..." Mo Qingfeng was suddenly speechless.

Before Mo Qingfeng could react, Sikong Lang tore open Mo Qingfeng's skirt and took off his shirt.

Mo Qingfeng was shocked, and yelled at Sikong Lang: "What are you doing!'" What, how can you fix your bones without taking off your clothes? ''Sikong Lang looked serious.

"Come on, you fucking want to take off my clothes again!''

Mo Qingfeng yelled and wanted to struggle, but he didn't have any strength in his body, so he could only let Sikong Lang manipulate him.

Sikong Lang restrained Mo Qingfeng, and slowly searched for the location of the broken bone on Mo Qingfeng's body.

Mo Qingfeng was uncomfortable being touched by Sikong Lang: "Si... Sikong Lang, if you want to make bones, hurry up, why are you dawdling!''

"Hey? Don't worry, I have to find the exact location. What if I accidentally get the wrong bone? It's not a trivial matter." Sikong Lang still looked serious.

Mo Qingfeng actually felt a little itchy when he touched his body with his hands. The feeling spread to Mo Qingfeng's brain and made him unbearable.

Suddenly there was a click, and there was a sound of joints rubbing against each other. Accompanied by Mo Qingfeng's screams, Sikong Lang neatly connected the broken bones of his upper body.

Mo Qingfeng was so painful that he couldn't open his eyes and was panting heavily.

Sikong Lang clapped his hands: "Okay, there should be no problem with the upper body, now it's the lower body." As he said, he was about to remove the clothes on Mo Qingfeng's lower body.

Mo Qingfeng opened his eyes suddenly, and shouted: "How dare you!''

"I've said it all, if you don't remove your clothes, I can't guarantee that you will become disabled for the rest of your life, and besides... we can't give up halfway, can we?"'

After finishing speaking, Mo Qingfeng only felt a coolness in his lower body, and a pair of big hands kept moving around his waist and thighs.

"Sikong Lang! I fucking greet the eighteenth generation of your ancestors!''

"Hey? What are you moving? This broken bone of yours happens to be deep in your thigh... I finally found the right position, and now I have to do it again.''

"Your uncle!''

Therefore, at the bottom of this quiet cliff, only the rustling of the leaves by the wind and the scolding from the cave can be heard. This harsh sound scared the birds perched on the tree and drove them away.