"Slap"
At this moment, a flash of lightning illuminated the dark night as bright as daylight.
Yang Chengye looked up at Song Hui Lin and asked: "Who are you after all?"
Song Hui Lin was somewhat afraid to look into Yang Cheng Ye's eyes and said: "I am the princess of the Tatar tribe, Wu Tu Ya."
Yang Chengye asked: "We have no grievances or enmity, why do you want to frame me?"
Wutuoya said in a low voice: "Young Master Yang, I'm sorry, I can't say!"
Hehe
Yang Chengye threw away the long sword that had already been rolled up in his hand, and laughed self-deprecatingly, saying: "You just pray that I can die today!"
Yang Chengye fell backwards, and behind him was a cliff of thousands of feet.
"No!"
Wutu Ya let out a loud cry and rushed towards the cliff, watching as Yang Chengye plummeted into the depths of the abyss.
"Slap"
At this moment, a lightning bolt flashed by and struck a huge rock with a loud "bang", instantly shattering the rock into powder.
Wutu Ya's eyes rolled back and he fainted, being caught by a Tatar soldier behind him and placed on horseback to return to the Tatar tribe.
The rain is still falling, and it's getting heavier and heavier, as if the sky itself were crying.
Yang Chengye's body fell straight down, and the fierce wind in the air was like a knife cutting his body.
One scene after another appeared in Yang Chengye's mind like a slide show, with one familiar person after another appearing non-stop.
Yang Chengye had never felt death was so close to himself in his two lifetimes.
He can't die, he has a lot of things left to do, and those things have to be done by him.
A strong desire to survive arose in Yang Chengye's heart, at this time the Easy Tendon Classic automatically operated within his body, causing his meridians to ache and swell, adding to the injuries all over his body, and he immediately fainted.
After an unknown period of time, Yang Chengye felt his body turn icy cold, with the chill penetrating to his bones. He opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by water, and as he did so, a mouthful of water rushed into his mouth.
Yang Chengye hastily used his hands and feet together, floating towards the surface of the water.
Splash
Yang Chengye came out of the water and climbed up to the shore, lying on the ground panting heavily.
After a while, Yang Chengye finally came to himself, feeling that his clothes were tightly stuck to his body, extremely uncomfortable, and hastily activated his attack, wanting to dry off his clothes.
When he was about to mobilize his internal energy, he suddenly felt empty inside, unable to feel the existence of his internal energy at all. Even in the dantian area, there was not a single thread of internal energy left. The seal set by Huang Zong had also disappeared without a trace.
This discovery suddenly made Yang Chengye shocked and lost his color.
How did this happen?
Ever since Huang Chang poured all his inner strength into Yang Chengye's body, Yang Chengye leaped from an unknown youth to a top-notch master in the Jianghu.
All of this has disappeared in the blink of an eye, and it's hard not to say that fate is playing tricks on people.
Yang Chengye's face was as pale as death, and at this moment, he had only the appearance of martial arts moves, but not a single thread of internal energy. Even an inferior character could easily crush him to death.
After a long while, Yang Chengye finally let out a sigh and said: "Forget it, those inner powers were never really mine to begin with. If they're gone, then so be it."
Fortunately, Yang Chengye still remembered the "Jiuyang True Classic" and "Yijin Jing". If all else fails, he can start over from scratch. Zhang Wuji was able to become a top-notch master through his cultivation of the "Jiuyang True Classic", why couldn't he?
Gulu gulu
At this time, Yang Chengye's stomach suddenly growled.
He didn't know how long he had been unconscious, nor did he know when was the last time he ate. All he knew now was that he was starving to death. He should probably fill his stomach first.
It was only then that Yang Chengye began to observe his surroundings, and found himself in a mountain valley, with towering cliffs above him that disappeared into the clouds.
In the valley, there are all kinds of rare flowers and grasses everywhere. The varieties of flowers are numerous and countless. Butterflies dance in the flower clusters, a beautiful picture.
At the foot of the mountain is a lake, about ten miles in circumference. Yang Chengye swam out from this lake.
At this time, a fat silver fish jumped out of the water, spat out a bubble and then fell back into the water again.
"There's fish!"
Yang Chengye was overjoyed and immediately plunged into the water headfirst.
After about three gasps, the water surface churned and Yang Chengye emerged from the water with a plump silver fish in his arms.
The silver fish in Yang Chengye's arms kept struggling, trying to break free from his restraints.
Yang Chengye would never let go of it, this is Yang Chengye's lunch!
Yang Chengye put the silver fish aside, picked up some withered branches and leaves, and started using the most primitive method to drill wood for fire.
About half a time later, Yang Chengye was already drenched in sweat, but the bonfire had also been lit by him.
Yang Chengye was roasting fish while drooling.
Half a time later, the fish was finally cooked, golden in color and fragrant. Yang Chengye's fingers moved quickly as he devoured it voraciously.
The fish melts in your mouth as soon as you take a bite, soft and fragrant, it's one of the most delicious things in the world.
Yang Chengye closed his eyes and quickly ate up a fish, almost swallowing his tongue in the process.
Yang Chengye took a deep breath and began to appreciate the scenery in the valley.
Yang Chengye searched the valley thoroughly and found that there was no way out of this valley. The surrounding area was all towering cliffs, with strange rocks and steep cliffs, making it impossible to climb.
Yang Chengye let out a sigh, it seemed he was going to be trapped here after all.
Suddenly, Yang Chengye saw a tombstone, behind which was a grave overgrown with weeds.
There is a tombstone, which means there must be people in this valley.
Yang Chengye excitedly came to the front of the tombstone, wiped away the weeds and dust on the tombstone with his hands, revealing the words above.
When Yang Chengye saw the words on the tombstone, his eyes suddenly narrowed.
Only see above engrave: loving wife A Zi's tomb.
The bottom is engraved with: Husband Xiao Feng.
This is actually the place where Xiao Feng and A Zi fell down, being able to build a tomb for A Zi proves that Xiao Feng is not dead, at least he was not dead when they fell off the cliff.
Thinking of this, Yang Chengye started searching in the valley again, but he almost turned over every inch of land in the valley and still didn't find Xiao Feng, not even a single trace.
Yang Chengye grasped his hair and thought carefully, had Xiao Feng left?
No, there must be some place I haven't looked yet, what could it be?
Suddenly, Yang Chengye remembered the martial arts he had seen in his previous life. Could it be that there was another passage in the lake?
Yang Chengye thought for a moment, then took a leap and jumped into the lake.
Yang Chengye dived down into the lake without stopping, the water was very deep and it was hard to see the bottom.
Yang Chengye dove deeper and deeper, the water pressure grew greater and greater, almost about to burst his lungs.
"It seems there's nothing underwater either, we can only head back now."
Just then, a light appeared, Yang Chengye looked over and was overjoyed, hastily paddling the water to swim over.
Yang Chengye swam towards the direction of that light, getting closer and closer, when suddenly a dark current surged forth, enveloping Yang Chengye's entire body, rapidly spinning him around in the water.
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