Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1368 Challenge
"Look at me!"

The spring water was jingling, and in a dark stone room, a woman woke up suddenly.

Once he woke up, the piercing pain hit him desperately.

The woman groaned in pain and looked over her shoulder.

Two thick iron chains passed through her shoulders, nailing her firmly to the stone wall.

Because of the long time of nailing, her shoulders have become bloody.

The girl lowered her head and took a few breaths, then opened her heavy eyelids.

After being in a coma for so long, she had already forgotten the time of day and night, and the few rays of sunlight penetrating through the air holes above the closed prison were like moonlight in her eyes.

Yuehua...

The sword move with the same name came to mind, and she subconsciously wanted to reach out to touch the sword at her waist, and the sound of chains rubbing against her ears, as well as the sound of flesh and blood being stirred.

"what!"

The girl gasped, and looked at her own hands that were also suspended.

The pain made her vision clearer, and she looked down at herself, and found that her shoulders were nailed, and her hands were hanging on her knees in a circular pattern.

"This is... a formation?"

Looking at the patterns on the ground, she couldn't help but laugh, "It's really strictly guarding against death."

To deal with a ground level, the chain spirit array method was used.

The girl slowly turned her gaze, looking at the water droplets seeping from the cracks in the stone beside her.

Water drops fell on the stone surface on the ground, making a ding-dong sound.

Was she just woken up by this sound?

The girl lowered her head and looked at the reflection of her face that she could no longer recognize in the pool of water on the ground.

Also, how could she hear the voice of holding the moon in such a place?

"Girl, are you awake?"

At this time, a middle-aged woman's voice suddenly sounded in the stone room.

The girl nailed to the wall was taken aback, "Who?"

She has been the only one in this stone room for so many days, when did there be other people?
The girl looked in the direction of the voice and found a crack on the stone wall opposite her.

The sound came from outside the gap.

"You shouldn't be able to see me, but I can see you."

"I'm right next door to you."

At this time, an eyeball suddenly appeared on the other side of the crack in the stone wall.

The pupils of the girl nailed to the wall suddenly contracted violently, and the chains on her shoulders rattled.

"Don't be afraid, girl," that eye immediately left the crack in the stone, and a middle-aged woman's gentle voice came from the opposite side, "I can't make it through, and I can't hurt you."

"Ben... I was also imprisoned here."

The girl calmed down, thinking of the role of this tower, she let out a breath slowly.

Yes, of course other people are locked in this tower.

It's just that she has been imprisoned in a separate stone room and has not been seen.

Listening to the voice of the woman next door, she should be quite old. If she has children, she would be separated from her flesh and blood now. There was a sympathy in the girl's eyes, "I'm fine. How long have you been locked up here? Are you in good health?"

The woman next door was silent for a while, as if she didn't expect her to ask such a question, she smiled wryly, "You are in such a situation yourself, and you still have the heart to care about others?"

The girl was taken aback, looked over her shoulder, and smiled wryly, "That's right."

A woman's voice came.

"But don't worry, not all the women locked in this tower look like you now."

"Is that so?" The girl was taken aback.

The eyes of the middle-aged woman appeared through the cracks in the stone again. She looked at the shoulders of the girl opposite and sighed slightly.

"I'm afraid you are a very high-level practitioner?"

Otherwise, they wouldn't have already been pierced through the lute bone by the chain, and even set up a formation to prevent her from breaking free.

"For practitioners below the eighth level, they don't have to work so hard."

A forged iron lock can seal up their lives for the rest of their lives.

The girl was silent for a moment, "Ma'am, what realm are you in?"

"Auntie?" As if she had never been called that before, the middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment, and the girl was about to change her mind when she was out of consciousness, but a sigh came from the opposite cell.

"That's right, that's what you should call me among the people."

The middle-aged woman smiled tolerantly, "My son is as old as you, so you should call me that."

"is it?"

The girl was taken aback, feeling pity in her heart, "Excuse me, what's your name?"

"Little girl, politely, you should tell me your name first?" The middle-aged woman laughed heartily.

The girl was silent for a moment, recalling her experience of parading through the streets in shackles, "It seems that you were imprisoned before I came in, right?"

Otherwise, she should already know who she is.

"You are……"

The middle-aged woman stared fixedly at the bloody girl by the wall. In fact, when she saw the torture on this girl, she had some guesses about her identity.

"Forget it, there's nothing to hide," the girl smiled and said her name seriously to the last person she saw before she died.

"My name is Meng Shi."

"Meng of Confucius and Mencius, poetry of poetry."

It was also the first time for her to introduce her real name to others like this.

"So you are Meng Shi," the middle-aged woman stared at her with a complicated expression, and repeated every word, "Unexpectedly, you are Meng Shi."

Meng Shi was a little surprised by the woman's tone, but at this moment the middle-aged woman's eyes left the crack in the stone, and she seemed to be sitting on the other side of the wall.

"My surname is Feng, and my boudoir name has not been asked for many years."

After all, when she dies in the future, only the word Feng's will be left on her tombstone.

Just like the thousands of women who died without leaving their names.

"But before I die, I hope someone will remember my name," Feng smiled slightly at the cold wall, "My name is Feng Yan."

It is a heroic name, just like the voice of this woman.

But Meng Shi noticed the first half of the woman's words, "Madam Feng, are you going to be executed too?"

"Yeah," the woman said calmly when talking about life and death, "I don't know how long I've lived in this poor place, maybe a few days."

Meng Shi was silent for a moment, "You really can see."

"It's not as good as you," Feng Yan leaned against the stone wall, "I've lived 20 years longer than you. I'm afraid you're a girl who hasn't gotten married yet, right? Just die like this, aren't you afraid?"

Meng Shi didn't speak, but looked at the drops of water falling by her side.

"I'm actually scared."

"It's just that I'm waiting for someone."

Waiting made her less afraid.

There was a trace of strangeness in Feng Yan's eyes, and she snorted coldly, "Waiting for a man to save you?"

The old lady didn't even see that kid come to rescue!
Meng Shi froze for a moment, not knowing why the woman opposite her thought so, she shook her head.

"It's a woman."

"Woman?" Feng Yan was taken aback. The woman who can save people must be a female cultivator, but isn't the female cultivator here a self-inflicted trap?

She sneered, suspecting that the girl opposite was dizzy from pain.

"How can there be such a stupid nun? Are you daydreaming?"

"Dream?" Meng Shi was startled, then suddenly laughed, "Maybe."

But such a silly nun, in this world.

Really.

……

……

"The first game is ready to start!"

Thousands of miles away, the Mu family performed a martial arts platform, and hundreds of descendants of the Mu family surrounded the stone platform.

Ying Baoyue looked at Mu Qi who was the first to climb up the high platform, and raised her foot to walk up the stone platform, when her right wrist was suddenly grabbed by Ji Jiashu.

"Hold the moon," Ji Jiashu looked into her eyes, "Can you move your true energy?"

　Ah, by the way, I really like Meng Shi. Sister Shi has a particularly tough quality, just like the weeds in the northern grasslands (commentary)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)