Smack

A black brick was thrown at the foot of the rock.

Gongsun Kang and Yun Aochen didn't feel anything.

The old ape is accustomed to it and is indifferent!

But Mo Yunqi over there screamed and trembled.

Reach for the black brick.

Seeing such a brick, the instinctive reaction is the same.

I can't care about anything.

I want to hug it in my arms.

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The rock stomped on his hand.

It's useless to catch the inkstone.

I can't pull my hand out.

"What are you doing? Reach out again and chop your dog's paws!"

Threat!

But it was full of smiles.

Naturally, the rock knew why Mo Yunqi was so out of shape.

Duan Yan is revealed.

If the Mo family can still remain calm, then he is really not a Mo family child.

Mo Yunqi came to his senses in an instant.

Covered with cold sweat, the hand on the inkstone quickly opened its fingers.

Say you don't want it.

The horror in the eyes has reached the extreme.

How did you forget.

This person can mess around in Lanruo Temple.

A sword cut off the head, but died in vain.

"I ...... I...... I don't want it. ”

Mo Yunqi's hand that was not stepped on shook vigorously!

I'm afraid that I will be cut off by a rock a little later.

"Is there any water? Get some ink out!"

The rock raised his feet and asked Mo Yunqi.

Pretend nothing is happening.

You have to use someone else's.

There are some things that can only be turned a blind eye.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Mo Yunqi was stunned for a moment, and then nodded like a chicken.

Don't die.

The net is open!

It's such a rare thing.

Don't care about the footprints on the back of your hands.

With a wave of his hand, he took out a pot and carefully poured water into the inkstone pond.

The rock watched and did as he went.

This kind of thing is still operated by these people, and it is easy to do it.

Mo Yunqi took out another piece of ink, pressed the inkstone with one hand, and grinded it with the other hand.

It's hard to hide the excitement.

Use the inkstone to grind the ink!

Never dreamed of it.

Met today.

This kind of thing can make him brag for the rest of his life.

However, it's not that simple.

The ink block in his hand rotated in the inkstone pond to grind the ink, and after a long time, the ink was still like that.

There has always been a pool of clear water in the inkstone pond.

Nothing has changed.

No matter how hard he tries, he wants to change.

This kind of thing made him stunned, and he pressed Duan Yan hard, and frantically studied ink with the other hand.

But it still didn't work.

Underneath that block of ink, the swirling water was still clear.

Mo Yunqi is a little unbelieving!

Stop, dipping your fingers in the water of the inkstone.

Rub your fingers back and forth.

Suddenly, a touch of disappointment appeared on his face.

Sure enough, it was still clear water.

How so?

"You guy, you dare to be lazy!"

Rock realized that something was wrong, and raised his hand to give Mo Yunqi a slap on the head.

How did the ink cloud shoot with gold stars, but he didn't dare to refute it.

Grinding for so long, no ink.

Click on what you are going to do.

Don't annoy people and think you're doing it on purpose.

If you cut off your head, you will die in vain.

At the moment, I was beaten, and I just cried and didn't know what to do.

It's been so long, and there hasn't been a trace of change in Duanyan.

Clear water is still clear water.

Mo Yunqi was dumbfounded, and raised his hand to look at the ink block.

Can you not know?

If there is no force, it will be unclear.

"I ...... I don't! ”

Mo Yunqi was speechless, and he couldn't explain the feeling of being inexplicable.

It's that you didn't grind hard, or you didn't be lazy.

It's really hard to tell.

Call.

He let out a long breath, and the spiritual power in his hand shook.

Slowly press into the inkstone pond at the end.

I don't believe in evil even more!

Give it a try.

Otherwise, I won't be reconciled!

One of the Three Treasures of Confucianism.

What more could you ask for such an opportunity?

It can be said that it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

How can I say that I am also a descendant of the Mo family.

Since Duan Yan is under his own hands, he still holds the ink by himself.

I can't get up in this way, I can only say that I have no chance with my ancestors!

Bitter throat.

A bitter taste that is hard to swallow.

He thinks that he is no worse than Mo San, and he has the posture of an ancestor.

How do you know that the holy relics of the ancestors cannot even be used?

What an irony!

Since you said you didn't use force, I'll show you with a force.

The intention of arguing.

The rocks are also looking and frowning.

Looking at Mo Yunqi is not like a fake.

What's going on?

Keep watching.

Just look at the ink cloud, at first slowly grinding the ink.

Then faster and faster, that force, even the ground shook slightly.

In the inkstone pond, the clear water swirls and rotates around the ink.

But it can't be changed.

Mo Yunqi is crazy.

Both eyelids jumped.

Slowly turning blood red.

The situation under the ink block is obvious.

It's still like that, clear water swirling.

It's like being separated from the inkstone.

But the water is clearly in the inkstone pond.

I've never seen anything like this, and it's out of my control.

"Stop ......"

The rock saw clear water or clear water.

There is no sign of ink.

That's a bit weird.

And I saw Mo Yunqi's crazy appearance.

This is not a good thing, if it continues like this, Mo Yunqi must be a demonic disease.

It's not good to be crazy then.

I still need to use this person.

And it plays a very important role in the next step.

Nothing can happen yet.

So it was called urgently.

Mo Yunqi stopped.

Gasping for breath, he slowly closed his eyes.

No one can understand the pain in my heart!

The self-proclaimed younger generation of the Mo family is closest to their ancestors.

But he failed to use Duan Yan, one of the three treasures of Confucianism.

That's telling.

This blow is really too big.

Gongsun Kang and Yun Aochen frowned.

For such a long time, it is impossible not to ink.

Several people came over to take a look, and immediately looked at each other.

"How so?"

Mo Yunqi was even more depressed when he heard this.

Children of the Mo family!

Don't you even have the qualifications to take the inkstone?

After so long, it's still clear.

How embarrassing!

"What kind of inkstone is this?"

Gongsun Kang asked curiously.

When Yun Aochen heard this, he was also interested when he didn't pay attention to it.

It turned out to be an inkstone thing!

The rock stretched out a finger and dipped it in the inkstone pool.

When I looked at it, it was still green water, and I was suddenly unhappy.

"This, the ancestors of the Mo family used this thing!"

The rock looked disgusted, kicked it again, and kicked Duan Yan over.

The water in the inkstone pond spilled out, and it dried up in a blink of an eye.

It's like having not been exposed to clean water.

Mo Yunqi grabbed it with a rolling belt, picked up the inkstone, and wiped it with his sleeve.

Then he carefully put it back on the ground in front of the rock.

Even if the rock says no.

He did not dare to take it for himself.

Such a spiritual treasure is not something that can be owned casually.

Then he stood up and honestly lowered his hands to the side, not daring to speak.

But his eyes didn't stop wandering on Duan Yan and the rock.

There are countless conjectures in my mind.

How did Duan Yan get on him.

What's going on with that flag of the World Alliance?

By all indications.

That flag also came out because of him.

Those three words?

When I think of those three words.

Mo Yunqi couldn't help but look at Duan Yan again.

It definitely has something to do with the guy in front of you.

Look at it.

It can't be done once, and not the second.

There must be some reason.

Gongsun Kang and Yun Aochen looked at each other, their eyes getting brighter and brighter.

The message is a bit big and I can't digest it.

The things used by the ancestors of the Mo family.

The Mo family, the Mo family of the Holy City.

Oh my mother!

This inkstone will not be one of the legendary Three Treasures of Confucianism!

Something that was once a Confucian saint.

"It'...... It...... Is it an inkstone? One of the Three Treasures of Confucianism? ”

Yun Aochen asked the rock.

The rock didn't speak, thinking about the problem!

What is there to show off about this.

It's so troublesome to grind ink, what use do you want it to do?

Yun Aochen was bored, and turned his head to look at Mo Yunqi, which meant asking such a question.

Mo Yunqi nodded hurriedly.

There's nothing hard to admit.

It is one of the three treasures of Confucianism.

Something tangible.

Gongsun Kang and Yun Aochen opened their mouths wide.

Silly.

Such a treasure was thrown to the ground by this guy.

Also kicked with my feet.

Subvert the three views.

The two kept looking the rock up and down.

Wanted to find out something.

This guy can't really be that person's illegitimate son.

There are a lot of treasures on my body, so I don't care about such things.

The rock thought about it carefully, it used to work, but now it can't be used.

What does it mean?

If you think about it, the only difference is that the last time you used your own saliva.

This time, I was afraid that others would dislike it, so I said that I would use water.

Is that a big difference?

Isn't it bad to use water?

It's weird.

Even he was confused.

Wouldn't it be better to use water?

Come on, since the water doesn't matter, then it's still salivating.

You have to try it to know if it works.

It's just a waste of my saliva.

You have to get a flag out.

Grunt.

The rock mouth is hard, you have to take a bite!

Not so much.

Gongsun Kang and Yun Aochen looked at him, what is this doing!

I don't understand!

Mo Yunqi was even more confused, and he was also staring.

The rock felt that it was almost there, so he bent down and went down to the inkstone pond at the end.

A large mouthful of sputum that looks like phlegm but not phlegm.

"Oops! I'll go!"

Gongsun Kang and Yun Aochen couldn't bear to look directly, and turned their heads in disgust.

This man was really speechless.

This is one of the three treasures of Confucianism!

Is it such a waste!

I don't dare to say much yet.

Other people's things have the right to play, as long as they are happy, they can come casually.

sighed in my heart, let him mess around, out of sight and out of mind.

Not your own stuff anyway.

If it's your own thing, you have to get tired of it when you see such a situation.

Don't dare to let the rocks see their disgusted expressions.

Quickly turn your head and pretend to look at the scenery.

Mo Yun's sword eyebrows were upside down, and he was about to attack.

This is a blasphemy against Confucianism!

How can the children of the Mo family endure it.

Spit into the inkstone, and get it.

Holding the hilt of the sword, his eyes were wide and he was about to attack.

"Smack"

"What do you want to do, you guy? Look at a little, something that doesn't make a difference...... Bear with the calm for a while, understand!"

The rock rolled his eyes and reprimanded Mo Yunqi.

Let him watch it.

Mo Yunqi was slapped by the rock, and his eyes were full of stars.

Dizzy.

The rocks are hand-drawn.

Seeing Mo Yunqi's movement of holding the sword, he immediately became angry.

Dare to move the sword in front of me, I don't want to live you.

Fuck you.

Of course, you know why.

So there was no intention of killing him, it was just a warning.

Mo Yunqi is so unconvinced!

But when I thought of this master who could kill people at will, he suddenly turned off the fire.

A loveless expression.

Rocks don't care.

I grabbed the ink block and came to study the ink myself.