Swordsman Zhao's eyes were ignorant, hey, hey, hey, don't say such a strange word, okay, I feel like I'm about to lose my understanding.

As the only Yanshi here who doesn't understand Yanjia, he immediately chose to shut up when he heard the words of Jiuzi's concentric lock.

The shock brought by the concentric lock of the nine sons, even the ink master, could not express his mood at this moment for a long time.

In the history of Yanjia, there is only one immortal who has ever used a mechanism called "Nine Sons Concentric Lock", and this person is the first Yanjia master in the history of the Xingyun Continent, Qing Luochen.

It is rumored that this person was just an ordinary member of a Yanjia guild thousands of years ago, and the qualifications of Yanshi were average, so it was difficult to do anything in this regard. But once met the guidance of a master, and took his beloved wife to today's Falling Dust Valley.

Using the special wood of the forest there, the first armor in history that can fly in the sky was created, and it only needs to inject a small amount of spiritual essence to be able to fly at a high altitude for a long time.

It's called Wood Mandarin Duck.

Mo Qiuhuai naturally knew that the so-called master was actually Mo Qiuhuai himself.

On that day in southern Xinjiang, Hua Tianhai returned to the inner ring to restore his life, and at the same time fulfilled the gambling contract made by Hua Wuguo and Mo Qiuhuai, and by the way, sent a letter to the down-and-out tavern opened by the Seven Laws of Demon Yin in the sea market.

The content of the letter is to let Luochen go to the place marked on the map, where the wood can enable him to realize his life dream.

Thinking of this, Mo Qiuhuai sighed for a while.

Nine sons concentric lock, recorded in the history of the dream pen, is a unique mastery of the dust.

It's a pity that the later Qing family members failed to learn this technique.

In other words, this volume of Yanjia secret technique guarded by the concentric lock of the nine sons should be the secret of the Falling Dust Valley, and even the descendants of the Falling Dust Valley have not been able to see the contents of the secret scroll with their own eyes.

Mo Qiuhuai felt that the secret art recorded in it should be an extremely sharp double-edged sword, which can be used by those with a good heart to eliminate evil, and if the evil heart is practiced, it will be ruined.

In any case, the armor recorded in the secret scroll must be a masterpiece of the world.

Master Mo carefully hid the scroll, and then coughed: "Thank you Brother Zhao for the gift, if there is anything we can help with, we will definitely help." ”

Sword Master Zhao was overjoyed, and Master Mo made a promise, so the matter was settled.

......

......

In the dead of night, a few crows chirped from the Heavenly Pavilion Mansion.

Mo Shi and Mo Qiuhuai sat by the pane of the study, helpless at a loss for the nine sons.

Nine concentric locks, as the name suggests, have nine locks, combined into one mechanism. The lock needs to be unfastened at the same time to crack the concentric structure.

If you forcibly destroy the wooden locks, the scroll will be destroyed with it.

It's hard, it's hard.

In this regard, Mo Qiuhuai could not do anything.

Fortunately, in the previous life, although Master Mo had never seen the Nine Sons Concentric Lock with his own eyes, he had seen the maps that had been handed down, and even spent ten years to restore the Nine Sons Concentric Lock.

With talent and hard work, he will be restored to the future.

The ink master found a headache for himself, and the process of restoring the concentric locks of the nine sons was like improvising a new type of armor, the structure of which was made when inspiration came at any time.

In other words, a hundred concentric locks have a hundred different configurations.

In other words, if you want to undo it, you don't know the whole process of making it.

That is to say, the bell must also be tied to the bell.

To put it more crudely, only the creator himself, who understands the process of its construction, can unlock the concentric locks of the nine sons.

In the square wooden box, there is no map of the nine concentric locks.

In other words, it's a dead knot that can't be untied.

Mo Shi looked at the bright moon outside the window and smelled

With the fragrance of flowers wafting in, silently pour cold wind into the window down.

"Master, it's very cold at night, why do you keep the windows open for a while? ”

"It was only when I felt the cold wind that stimulated my nerves that I realized that I had a physical body again, and that I could live like a human being. ”

Mo Qiuhuai stretched his waist and yawned: "Regarding the concentric lock of the nine sons, it shouldn't be a dead knot, isn't there any clue left in the dust?"

The ink master shook his head.

Mo Qiuhuai asked puzzledly: "No, Master, I think that this nine-son concentric lock is such a complex thing, and it is impossible for Luochen to bother to make a new trick every time, so all the nine-son concentric locks he made are likely to be of the same structure." ”

Mo Shi narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "What do you mean ......?"

Mo Qiuhuai learned from Master Mo's slight squinting of his eyes, and pretended to be profound: "Master, what the apprentice means is that the fragment of the Nine Sons Concentric Locks that you handed down from the Falling Dust Valley for you to study back then should have only one structure. ”

Master Mo stroked his short beard and said, "Indeed, although it is my own style when I restore it, after all, there are some contents that I can't understand. But you're right, there are many fragments, but the construction is exactly the same. ”

I couldn't help but say that the ink master decided to follow the appearance of the atlas he had learned in his previous life, and unlock the concentric locks of the nine sons step by step.

Mo Shi felt that what Mo Qiuhuai said was very reasonable, after he made his own style of Jiuzi concentric lock, the next few were indeed almost made according to the structure of the first one.

In other words, the locks made by each locksmith may be different, but the locks made by one locksmith are often the same.

"Click"

When the lock was opened, Mo Shi was overjoyed, forcibly suppressed his involuntarily trembling body, and praised Mo Qiuhuai: "It's really in response to that old saying, a fool must have a thousand thoughts!"

Mo Qiuhuai: "......"

The two of them looked at the treasures like treasures, and after carefully spreading out the small dense scroll, the words "Yanjia Man" first came into view.

The ink master gasped.

Mo Qiuhuai gasped twice.

Yanjia people, literally, are humanoid Yanjia.

However, as Yanjia masters, the two knew that only ordinary people would understand its meaning literally.

The humanoid Yanjia is not a Yanjia person, but a humanoid weapon as cold as "Xingtian".

The so-called Yanjia people are no different from ordinary people in terms of appearance and voice. Yanjia people have their own mode of thinking and a set of their own concepts of life, to put it bluntly, in Mo Qiuhuai's eyes, they are similar to artificial intelligence.

It's just an idea, though.

When Luochen proposed this idea, everyone thought that Luochen had been walking on the Yanjia Road for too long, and his spirit was almost close to madness.

A Yanjia who can think independently and speak well?

Haha, madman.

The last time of Qing Luochen's glorious life was spent in the ridicule of the world, and even the descendants of Luochen Valley accompanied Qing Luochen through the rest of his life with a kind of pity and sympathy.

At this time, Mo Qiuhuai and Mo Shi finally understood why this secret scroll was sealed by the Nine Sons Concentric Lock, and the people who couldn't understand Qing Luochen couldn't unlock the most proud Nine Sons Concentric Lock in Qing Luochen's life.

The ink master has studied the dust for most of his life, and finally played a wonderful role.

It's a pity that the times are different, otherwise the two of them will definitely become characters like Boyazi.

After a night, the two of them stared at the scroll of words and illustrations for a night with a pair of giant panda eyes, and finally came to a sad conclusion.

Sure enough, Master Zu is Master Zu, and we are different after all.

His old mantle, if he really wants to inherit it, it's difficult.

For the first time in Mo Shi's life, he felt that he was not a genius, and compared to Luochen, he was simply a scumbag.

Why?

Because the two old and young Yanjia masters who think they are geniuses can't understand the content of the atlas, to put it more clearly, there are many ideas in it, which have not yet been passed down.

It can be seen how lonely Qing Luochen's later life is.

Even his own family and apprentices think they are crazy.

These crucial ideas have not been passed down and there is no way to do it.

Alas, what a life!

"What should I do?" Mo Qiuhuai asked, looking up.

Master Mo sighed and said, "What else can I do, wait." ”

Seeing the ink master staring at him with a wolf-like hungry eyes, he couldn't help but shudder.

"Master, why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's nothing, I believe that you have the chance to be a saint and can unlock the secret of this secret scroll. Okay, let's rest first, in a few days, it will be the second test of Xingluo Dajiao, the literary test. For you, you have remembered thousands of years in the history of the dream pen book, and there should be no problem. ”

Mo Qiuhuai was overjoyed when he heard it, it seems that this one can be wasted.

Sleeping in the middle of the day has a different flavor.

In the blink of an eye, the sun was shining high in the sky, and the flowers were smiling at me.

It's just that it can't be said to be early or early, but when those who go to bed late and get up late struggle to get up and eat to satisfy their hunger.

In Xingluo Academy, Mu Feng was eating his favorite hot pot, and there were two people sitting opposite.

There was a pair of chopsticks in front of him, and it was Gan Ning with a calm face.

There was nothing empty in front of him, and it was Mu Hongchen with an ugly face.

Mu Feng didn't have any appetite after eating two bites, he directly put down his chopsticks heavily, looked at Mu Hongchen angrily, and said angrily: "What Gan Ning said, is it true?" ”

The two of them were silent, but they told Mu Feng the answer.

"Nonsense!"

Mu Feng slapped the stone table angrily, and a fine web-like crack spread out, like a hunting net carefully woven by a spider.

Mu Hongchen was a little nervous, no matter how she caused trouble before, she had never seen Mu Feng so angry, it seemed that this matter involved the imperial court, which really made his old man a little embarrassed.

This time, the butt was wiped clean, and the court was not allowed to continue to investigate, thanks to Gan Ning's silence.

But after all, a few people know about this matter, and it is impossible to hide it from the world. I heard that for this matter, Xinggong Jinniang came forward to help Mu Feng settle it. That budget-conscious woman must have gotten a lot of good things from Mu Feng this time.

"How old are you?"

Mu Hongchen was silent.

"I'm almost forty years old, and I'm ashamed of you with this old face! Do you think I'm the king of heaven, and I can get you off with whatever trouble you cause? I'm telling you now that if there is a next time, you will bear the consequences!"

Mu Hongchen was still silent.

Mu Feng and Gan Ning knew that her state represented knowing her mistakes.

"That's it, let's go, I have something to tell Gan Ning. ”

Mu Hongchen didn't dare to look at Gan Ning and Mu Feng's faces, so he had to walk out in despair.

Yes, she knew that she was wrong, but she was not convinced, one day, all the dignity she had lost today would be regained on Mo Wait.

Perhaps fate heard her voice, and in the courtyard in front of her house, there was a person standing, a person in a black robe who couldn't see his face clearly.

The voice was still a little hoarse, probably deliberately disguised.

"Hello, Miss Mu, my name is Yin Crow Qiye. ”

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