For more than 1,000 years, the Tongwen Pavilion, which is high above, has fallen into the dust. The pen & fun & pavilion bell and drum www.biquge.info rang nine times in succession, and it never happened, because that meant that the catastrophe was going to be evacuated. Feng Ge's divine sense sensed that with the help of the guards and miscellaneous servants, all the scholars and masters had panicked faces, and some of them were still trembling, holding large bags of things, pouring out from everywhere, and running for their lives in a hurry. Of course, there are some, and they keep asking, and send a few impassioned words from time to time, but they can't hide their weakness and fear, like the old man Lin at the beginning, is the representative. There are also those who sit in the sedan chair, close their eyes and ponder, and their bearing is still there, like Donald.

Feng Ge sneered in his heart, the Tongwen Pavilion riding on the head of the dynasty plucked out his feathers and knocked off his halo, just like those poor people, when disaster came, he could only flee, and he was so embarrassed and pitiful. The way up and down the mountain, all have to pass through the original archway, the original noisy flow of people, see the smashed archway, instantly quieted down, just run down the mountain faster, how to care about the dignity and face. For the wind song in the static standing, at most he secretly glanced at it, and then he was extremely surprised, far away.

Of course, there are exceptions, as soon as a small sedan car arrives here, I hear an old voice ordering the sedan chair to stop. Tang Lao slowly walked towards Fengge, and Yu Pengju hurriedly persuaded: "Brother Tang, be careful! Tang Lao walked up to Feng Ge, stopped and saluted and said: "Old man greets the immortal chief, I don't know what kind of crime I have in the same literary hall?" A mortal, in the face of immortals in extreme danger, is still neither humble nor arrogant, and his courage is extraordinary.

For Donald, Feng Ge has a good impression. was fair, and he also gave him a green bamboo order, and the master was also respectful in front of him, indicating that his knowledge and integrity were respected. Feng Ge also hugged his fists and saluted back, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Tongwen Pavilion relied on Hanmo Building, and was powerful and blessed in the dynasty, but it became a lackey of minions, completely deviating from its original intention, and it has become a bane, what is the use of keeping it?"

Donald looked at Feng Ge deeply, sighed and muttered, "This day, after all, is still here!" After speaking, he turned around and left. But after a few steps, he stopped, and said a little sadly: "Immortal Chief, please don't destroy the books in my library, people are guilty, books are not faulty, for the readers, leave some fire for inheritance." Feng Ge was also a little uncomfortable in his heart, and nodded in agreement, Tongwenguan, it must be kicked! Keep the book as much as possible, Bi Jing himself is also a reader.

In less than half an hour, the mortals of the Tongwen Pavilion retreated. Yu Pengju made a final effort, and once again clasped his fists and saluted and asked: "Fellow Daoist, I don't know what my sect has offended you? Feng Ge sneered: "If you are weak, you will compromise, and if you are strong, you will act recklessly, Hanmo Lou is all hypocritical and shameless!"

"I don't know the height of the sky, I dare to humiliate my sect again and again, I want to see what you are capable of!" Yu Peng burst out bloodily, shouted, flew up in the air, the body protection aura burst out, and the natal magic weapon was sacrificed, which was a quaint inkstone. The first strike is stronger, he pinched the trick slightly, and the inkstone suddenly became a large one, a brick! When the air roared and photographed, as if he wanted to slap this hateful boy to death as an ant.

Feng Ge didn't dodge, just stood in place and punched! The fist shadow was like a wave, and after four stacks, the huge bricks were blown upside down and flew back, Yu Pengju couldn't control it, the inkstone smashed in the Counseling Pavilion, and the first ruins appeared in the Tongwen Pavilion. Feng Ge glanced coldly at Yu Pengju, who was standing in the air, and still climbed the stairs. Yu Pengju's face was pale, one move had actually divided the victory and defeat, the wisest thing was to flee immediately, but he couldn't, he just died, dragging this person, the sect's reinforcements would arrive soon.

In Yunmengze, he killed too much, and Fengge didn't want to kill anymore. I was going to turn my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the ditch, and the poems in the memory of my previous life came to my heart, and the indescribable resentment must be vented. Feng Ge tried his best to control his emotions, kicking the hall, demolishing the house, slapping his face, and venting his hatred, as long as you don't force me, I don't want to see blood again. Xu Pengju didn't understand this, he only had in his heart that he would fight to the death for the dignity of the sect! No one was wrong, what was wrong was cause and effect. Originally, a person who could become a brilliant figure in the history of Hanmo Building, but by mistake, he became a mortal enemy, and finally almost attracted the disaster of destroying the sect.

The inkstone turned into a normal size and was put in front of Yu Pengju. Then, suddenly, a short piece of ink appeared in his hand, exuding an extremely heavy aura of yin death. This treasure is his master, when he became a Dan, he felt the mastery of the sect, and the ink died and was made.

Ink is made from charcoal dust, and charcoal is the ash of the burning substance, which is extremely dead. After making ink, writing and painting, passing on to civilization, gradually becoming a treasure of ink, eternal and fragrant, this is the extreme of life, the transformation of life and death of mystery, for the death of ink. Legend has it that the ancestors of Hanmo Lou who created this exercise have only achieved a small success, turning ink into ink, but reaching an indelible realm.

This ink is made from the spirits and spirits collected by his master, but the production process is extremely difficult. It is necessary to reach a contract with the demons and ghosts, separate a trace of the soul, and use the secret method to be burned by the Haoran Dan fire to make charcoal and ink. When used, it uses its own essence and blood to grind it into juice, uses its thoughts as a pen, and uses heaven and earth as paper, and its power is very terrifying. Yu Peng used his spiritual power to force out a large mouthful of essence blood, sprayed it into the inkstone, and quickly grinded the residual ink in his hand, and the treasure light of the inkstone flashed, forming a Dao rune and injecting it into the ink.

After more than ten breaths, Yu Peng pinched the seal, chanted the ancient scriptures, his hands kept dancing, and the criticism was scattered, like crazy. The inkstone is poured, and the ink inside, like a waterfall, rushes upward, and the deep black is bloody from time to time, and the ink fragrance is mixed with blood, bloody and dead.

The ink pouring down from the sky did not strangely fall to the ground, but spread out rapidly, forming an ink cloud that covered the Tongwen Pavilion inside. Yu Pengju stepped on the treasure inkstone, flying above the ink cloud, the mana divine thought was triggered, and many ghosts and spirits appeared in the ink cloud, all looking directly at the wind song, and then opened as if in various ways, depicting one character after another, gradually connecting into sentences, forming a text, and protruding in the ink cloud, the words were blood red, and the killing machine was galloping.

Feng Ge's expression froze, and the ink cloud made him feel a sense of crisis. It seems that Hanmo Building is not in vain, there are indeed a few brushes, or not, just weigh your catties and taels, and prepare for him to kill Hanmo Lou one day. Feng Ge actually saw that the other party had made up his mind to defend and wait for reinforcements, but tonight, Lao Zhi came to kick the gym, and he vowed not to give up until he achieved his goal. Ha, Ha laughed, a storm appeared beside Feng Ge, and quickly turned into a fierce storm whirlpool, accompanied by Feng Ge, straight to the ink cloud.