Datong Peak is different from the previous two peaks, this is a stone mountain, although there are a small number of trees, vegetation, but most of the place is exposed with craggy strange stones, these stones are covered with naturally formed holes, gusts of wind blow, suddenly let out a whining scream.

I don't know what means Confucianism used, as soon as Ye Tian stepped on the mountain road, he thought that there was a strange howling sound in his consciousness, which made him impetuous, and the operation of the true yuan became sluggish.

"This is the Wuji Sound Killing Array, using sound waves to impact the monk's mind, once you can't resist it, you will be controlled by the Wuji Sound Killing Array. ”

Ye Tian followed the strange man to practice penance in the deep mountains for four years, and he already knew the way of this magic circle very well. However, this Wuji Sound Killing Array was transformed and formed by the Confucian Sect according to the special geographical environment of Datong Peak, even Ye Tian had no way to crack it, so he could only resist hard.

"The heart sword is infinite, and ten thousand swords break the law!"

Ye Tian's heart moved, and the dense heart sword spawned out, counteracting the dense invisible sound waves, and continued to walk towards the mountain.

As they got closer to the top of the mountain, the power of the Infinite Sound Killing Array became more and more powerful, and those sound waves began to turn into a sound killing sword, which was completely condensed from the sound waves, and fought against Ye Tian.

However, this is just a pediatric for Ye Tian, he once spent the first Dao Tribulation of Heaven and Earth, but he killed the 100,000 sound swords descended by the Heavenly Dao, and he didn't know how much more dangerous it was compared to the Wuji Yin Killing Array.

Killing all the way, without the drag of Gu Er and Lin Yi, his speed not only did not slow down, but became faster and faster, I don't know how long he walked, and suddenly in front of him, a pool was revealed.

This pool is very strange, pitch black as ink, there is a tall weeping willow planted on the edge of the pool, the willow branches hang low, and the water surface reflects each other, the breeze comes slowly, the branches and leaves gently swing, rubbing over the water surface, stirring up the slightest ripple.

And in the center of the pool, there are also seven or eight beads of lotus roots, the lotus leaves grow out of the water surface upright, Tingting is like a cover, verdant and delicate, and there are three snow-white lotus flowers swaying in the wind under the cluster of many lotus leaves, like a girl, indescribable shyness.

It is hard to imagine that in such dark water, such white and flawless flowers could grow.

"Inkwell. ”

Ye Tian saw a stone tablet erected on the edge of a pavilion, and read it out casually, thinking about it in his heart, I am afraid that this is the soul of ink and wash that he wants to take from Datong Peak.

At this moment, there were already dozens of teenagers around the ink pool, forming a circle, some people pulling fishing rods, some people poking out a Yuanli silk line to go deep into the pool, and some people pinched the trick with both hands, chanting words, not knowing what they were doing.

Everyone has their own goals, Confucianism will only recruit twelve true disciples, and the vast majority of people will only compete for the quota of seventy-two inner court disciples, and only those absolutely confident geniuses will ignite their ambitions and want to collect the four treasures of Confucianism and compete for the position of true disciples.

The disciples of the outer court, the disciples of the inner court, the disciples of the true lineage, and the disciples of the descendants are not only the difference in status and status, but also represent the degree of attention received in Confucianism and the resources they receive are completely different.

Even two people with the same qualifications and talents will open up the gap because of this pouring of resources.

The ink pool is big enough, Ye Tian came to the edge of the pool in a few steps, and looked into the pool, the strange thing is that although the pool water is dark, but at a glance, you can see that there are many fish swimming leisurely in the water, touching the lotus leaves in the center of the pool from time to time, it is very smart and lively.

"This is the soul of ink, I heard that Confucian people will come here to wash their pens, and the ink has invaded the pool water for many years, and over time, the original clear pool water has become black. And because of the long-term contamination of Haoran righteousness, the pool water has spirituality, thus giving birth to the soul of ink. It's just that this ink soul is too difficult to take, and any external force that alarms them will cause them to dissipate and melt into the pool water, waiting to be born again. ”

A young man saw Ye Tian concentrating on the ink pool, so he explained with a smile.

"It's really a bit troublesome, and it's worthy of being a treasure of the same level as the spirit of the inkstone mountain and the spirit of the white paper. Ye Tian nodded approvingly, and said with a smile: "In Xia Ye Tian, I don't know what Brother Tai is called?"

"My name is Yang Ziming. ”

The young man shook the folding fan in his hand, and he was graceful, but now it was only March, and the climate was quite cool, so he took out the folding fan and pretended to be, which made Ye Tian speechless for a while.

"I wonder if Brother Yang can find a way to get the soul of ink?" Ye Tian asked.

Yang Ziming's face turned red, and he said embarrassedly: "If I had a way, I would have taken it a long time ago, how could I be here and far." I've been here for so long, and I've only seen three people get the soul of ink. One of them caught the fish with a fishing rod, one lured the fish to the shore with bait, and one played a tune, and the fish swam to him and ran after him. ”

Ye Tian suddenly realized, no wonder so many people are fishing here, but others can catch it, it must be for a reason, it doesn't mean that they can do it.

"Okay, let me see what the magic of this ink soul is. ”

After chatting with Yang Ziming for a few words, Ye Tian put his mind into the ink pool, carefully observing the fish swimming around, his restless heart gradually calmed down, his thoughts drifted away, and he seemed to see in a trance that for thousands of years, countless people have come to the pool to clean their pen and ink, and even great Confucians and saints have come, making the ink pool more and more amazing, and then the soul of ink and wash was born.

"I see, this soul of ink is the truth left by the ancestors, each fish represents a different thought, and they are waiting for someone who is destined. ”

Ye Tian suddenly muttered to himself, and Yang Ziming's face was surprised: "Brother Ye, what are you talking about?"

"I already know how to capture the soul of ink. ”

Ye Tian's eyes flashed with a light, there were many abandoned fishing rods on the shore, and he picked one up at random.

"You want to fish? It's useless, so many people fish, and only one person catches a fish, that's all luck. ”

Yang Ziming thought that Ye Tian had found some good way, it turned out to be this, which made him speechless, but when he saw that Ye Tian was using a straight hook, he was even more surprised.

"I said, how do you fish with a straight hook? Ink Soul isn't that stupid. "Yang Ziming can't understand Ye Tian at all.

Ye Tian smiled: "I call it straight hook fishing, and those who wish to take the bait." When you understand this, you will be able to catch a fish, I don't understand it with you. ”

Ignoring Yang Ziming's muttering on the side, Ye Tian threw the hook into the ink pool and caught the fish safely.

This time, unlike the ease of obtaining the essence of the inkstone mountain and the spirit of the white paper, Ye Tian had no way to force it, he could only calm down and wait.

The scene of Ye Tian fishing with a straight hook was also seen by many people, and suddenly many people were like Yang Ziming, their eyes widened.

"This guy is crazy, he is a fool of all the fish. ”

"I think he is just grandstanding, trying to attract the attention of his Confucian predecessors with his maverick. ”

"Hmph, what Confucianism hates most is opportunistic people, everyone disperse, stay away from this kind of person. ”

The whispering voice came, Ye Tian was indifferent, but Yang Ziming couldn't help but cover his face and took a few steps back, showing that he had absolutely nothing to do with Ye Tian.

Ye Tian was indifferent to the ridicule around him, others slandered you and slandered you, you immediately replied to the past, what is the difference between you and those people?

Judging from the four tests of Confucianism and the acquisition of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Ye Tian already faintly understood the deeper purpose of Confucianism.

A tail of swimming fish swam around in the ink pool at will, and occasionally some fish would pass by Ye Tian's hook, but they were not interested, and they didn't even look at it.

Time is gradually passing, most of them have already left, they can't afford to delay time, even if they can't become true disciples, even the inner court disciples are good, and the outer court disciples are different.

However, Ye Tian seemed to have forgotten the time, completely immersed in Gujing Wubo's state of mind, his eyes were calm, his temperament was indifferent, although he had not been hooked for a long time, he couldn't see that he was impetuous at all.

Suddenly, a koi fish swam over, this koi was full of wisdom, a pair of eyes were very smart, it swam around the straight hook a few times, and then opened its mouth and carefully bit the hook.

"Hooked. ”

A feeling of fate was born in Ye Tian's heart, this was the arrangement of fate, so that at this moment, he caught this fish, he gently lifted the fishing rod, and the fish bit the hook and did not unhook.

Lifting the fish to the shore, Ye Tian grabbed it in his hand, and suddenly the originally fresh fish stiffened all of a sudden, and then it was like a jade carving, with a shining light all over its body, and every fish scale was vivid.

Ye Tian shook the fish in his hand, and then he heard the sound of swaying in the belly of the fish, it was ink, and he suddenly realized that as long as he poured it lightly, he could get ink everywhere from the fish's mouth.

"You actually caught the Soul of Ink?"

Beside Ye Tian, Yang Ziming's shocked voice came, this guy hadn't left yet, he had been waiting for Ye Tian, maybe it was an emotion that he couldn't say himself was supporting him, and he wanted to see if Ye Tian, the object of ridicule by everyone, would really create miracles.

"Straight hook fishing, willing to take the bait. I'm not actually catching fish, it's fate. ”

Ye Tian said flatly, it can be regarded as mentioning Yang Ziming, if he can't understand this truth and understand the meaning of fate, even if he uses the same method, it is impossible to catch any fish.

After speaking, putting away the soul of ink, Ye Tian continued to walk up the mountain, and Yang Ziming muttered to himself in the back: "What is fate? I seem to understand, but I don't seem to understand." ”

Gradually, a light of enlightenment shot out of his eyes, and he picked up the fishing rod that Ye Tian had put down, and also caught a fish.

And at this time, Ye Tian had already climbed to the top of Datong Peak, along the way, the power of the Wuji Sound Killing Array became stronger and stronger, and the last section of the road evolved thousands of warriors, forming a battle array, rushing towards Ye Tian, but they were all killed by Ye Tian with his heart sword.