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The time on the second floor was adjusted to twelve o'clock by Jin Feng, and the bell ringer puppet in the golden pavilion on the third floor began to strike the bell bowl to tell the time.

At this time, the two people in the uppermost pavilion lifted the cylinder, and when they turned around, the cylinder was opened, revealing a small scroll.

On the panel of the scroll are four large characters in regular script: "Long life without borders." ”

This is not unusual.

Even more eye-catching is the writing clock at the bottom.

The Western writing doll knelt on one knee, held a pen in his right hand, and slowly, gently, neatly, and incredibly, wrote on that piece of paper.

Seeing this impossible scene, everyone was stupid, stunned, stunned, stupid, stunned, stunned.

All the people looked at the writing clock with their heads swinging endlessly, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end, trembling to the point that they couldn't do it.

When the music was announced, the head of the writer swayed gently, and the brush in his hand was held steadily, and the beautiful lines were smoothly outlined on the paper one by one.

That line is the text that Shenzhou has never broken.

"Eight directions, nine earths to the king!"

Xu Xinhua took a closer look, wiped his eyes, and then looked, completely unable to believe his eyes.

When I got to the writing doll and looked at it again, my eyes suddenly exploded, and I used all my strength to roar.

Then he covered his chest and fell straight back.

Zhang Ling stood the farthest, but his eyes were the best, he had already seen all this, his big mouth was enough to stuff a ball, and his jaw fell to the ground.

I never thought that this dead liar who collected rags would actually ...... It was so powerful, the little Taoist priest yelled frantically in his heart.

"Divine Master!"

"Ghost Hand!"

"It's ...... It's heavenly!"

"Heavenly work!!"

"He's ...... Heir of the Mo family!"

The others approached and took a look, and suddenly their faces changed drastically, they were unsteady on their feet, their liver and gallbladder were broken, and their spirits were scattered.

Na Qing looked at the writer clock blankly, and the whole person turned into charcoal as if struck by lightning.

The eight words on the writer's clock frightened me and scared my soul, and I was so frightened that my whole body turned into ice.

He's repaired!

Not only did he fix it, but he also changed the fonts!

Is he God?

Qing Yihan's whole brain was beaten into a pot of paste.

At this time, Fan Qingzhu and Tang Yali tightly helped Jin Feng up and sat on the chair.

Jin Feng's body was curled up like a pile of rotten meat, his ten fingers were close together and he could barely open it, and he couldn't stop trembling rhythmically, which made it painful to see.

Chewing the ginseng slices fiercely in his mouth, looking at Qing Yihan coldly, Jin Feng said coldly: "Qing Yihan is a real person, you once said that I can't fix this writer's clock." ”

"Now, what do you say?"

Qing Yihan's expression was sluggish, his eyes and frowning showed a deep shock, and his eyes were full of despair.

All these earth-shattering skills displayed by Jin Feng have made his twenty-five years in vain.

In the past twenty-five years, he, a genius who has been praised as a peerless genius by the Daomen, and even the Taoist ancestor Zhang Chengtian has to treat him with courtesy, is like a paper man in front of Jin Feng, and he can break it with a slight poke.

He turned out to be a descendant of the Mo family! No wonder he knows how to make a ghost!

"I'm losing!"

Qing Yihan's mouth trembled lightly and read out the three words I lost, and in an instant, tears flowed down his face.

All the self-esteem and self-confidence that twenty-five years have accumulated collapsed into powder at this moment.

Jin Feng pressed the chair and stood up and hissed: "Qing Yihan, the wooden cow you repaired is something handed down by the ancestors of Shenzhou, and I repaired something that is white skin for foreigners......"

"In comparison, how many times stronger am I, this rag tomb robber, than you?"

"You, do you still have the face to be worthy of being a Daomen Tianjiao?"

"As I said, you are arrogant, extreme, hateful, tongue-in-cheek, irritable, intelligent, and willful in your life, and you will lose all seven levels. ”

"Your Dao heart is not strong, and you will never advance an inch. ”

Qing Yihan slowly closed his eyes, this high-ranking Daomen Tianjiao, a fairy-like fairy, was like a small and humble ant in front of Jin Feng.

Everything he was proud of was so ridiculous in front of Jin Feng!

It's not worth it!

I actually went to challenge the children of the Mo family, to challenge the heirs of the Mo family who are proficient in magic, and the class got an axe, smiling and generous!

Lose completely, lose bloody!

"The human heart is in danger, the Taoist heart is subtle, but the essence is the only one, and it is allowed to cling to it. ”

In his mind, Qing Yihan came out with these sixteen words, and suddenly turned into sixteen bombs, blowing himself into ashes.

A mysterious breath that could not be touched or seen but could be clearly felt turned into green smoke from his dantian and disappeared from ashes.

At this second, Qing Yihan had worked hard for twenty-five years to practice, and under Jin Feng's murderous words, it turned into nothing in an instant.

At this moment, Qing Yihan's Dao heart collapsed into ashes!

Dao Heart!

Ruined!

Everything was no longer clear in Qing Yihan's eyes, and everything in his mind became blurred.

All the Taos that he had learned were all away from him at this moment.

The Dao Heart is ruined!

"Hmm!"

A wisp of blood flowed from the corner of Qing Yihan's mouth, and he looked at Jin Feng in a daze, and in his eyes, there was a scene in the sea of fire, Jin Feng holding himself and carrying the broken sorghum.

The slender and thin body suddenly fell backwards.

Doji shattered!

"Senior sister—"

Zhang Ling hugged his senior sister all of a sudden, and let out a heart-rending howl, full of pain.

Zhang Ling, who was kneeling on the ground, hugged Qing Yihan tightly, pointed at Jin Feng and cried hysterically: "Jin Feng." You won, my senior sister, and you will destroy my senior sister Daoji. ”

"You broke my senior sister's twenty-five years of Dao heart. ”

"My senior sister has lived a ...... ...... this life"

"My senior sister's skills are not as good as others, we have nothing to say, but you are too arrogant, and you have broken my senior sister's Dao heart and Dao foundation......"

"We're Maoshan, with you...... ...... with you Mohism...... Don't die—never stop!"

"Ahh

Wailing sadly, Zhang Ling picked up Qing Yihan and left the courtyard quickly, crying and walking until he didn't hear it.

The people around him were all silent, and a look of fear appeared on their faces, deeply worried for Jin Feng.

Door!

What a terrifying existence it is, only those who know it will deeply understand.

Jin Feng ruined the Dao Heart of Daomen Tianjiao Qing Yihan, and this matter was no less than the explosion of a small nuclear bomb.

In addition to being Daomen Tianjiao, Qing Yihan also has another identity.

The future daughter-in-law of Zhang Chengtian, the ancestor of the world!

The fiancée of the future Taoist ancestor Zhang Linxi!!

Jin Feng, this disaster is a big deal!

Catastrophe!

However, for Jin Feng, none of this is a problem.

As Jin Feng said, if you get married and get involved in cause and effect, then you will be slapped in the face!

A hard slap in the face!

Jin Feng, it's just a pity, that little Taoist priest Zhang Ling.

After Zhang Ling left with Qing Yihan in his arms, calm finally returned to the Golden Courtyard.

This night, more than a dozen bigwigs and celebrities in the music industry lived in the courtyard.

These people saw what Jin Feng wanted to fight for treasures, and in order to keep it secret, they had to stay.

Too many people couldn't be accommodated, so they had to find a marching bed to make do with it.

Jin Feng took the initiative to put two marching beds in the workshop.

"Still need to fix it?"

"Can this be fixed?"

Xu Xinhua lived in the workshop with Jin Feng, and was shocked when he heard Jin Feng's words.

What Jin Feng wants to repair is still the wooden cow.

Qing Yihan couldn't repair the wooden cow well, but Jin Feng had to repair it next.

Xu Xinhua didn't understand this, and what he was worried about was whether he could catch up in time.

You must know that Jin Feng spent seven days in the previous restoration, and he only built a silhouette of the wooden cow.

That night, Jin Feng and Xu Xinhua once again turned on the all-night running mode.

To Xu Xinhua's expectations, the repair of this night was unusually smooth. It was so smooth that even Xu Xinhua was shocked.

The wooden components and machine parts damaged by Qing Yihan quickly made replacement components with the combined efforts of the two people.

At six o'clock, two different piano sounds sounded in the courtyard, melodious and soothing, melodious and pleasant, like a heavenly sound.

At seven o'clock, more than a dozen kinds of musical instruments were suddenly added to the sound of the two kinds of pianos, and the whole courtyard began to be lively.

When breakfast arrived at half-past seven, the sound of the piano stopped.

At this moment, there was a strange sound in the workshop, with a strong sense of rhythm.

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