Eastern Regions, School Palace, outside the main hall.

A gentleman from the school palace walked out of the main hall and looked at the other gentlemen with strange eyes.

Some of the gentlemen looked back at him with the same strange eyes, and some looked at him with puzzled eyes.

"Mr. Yin, it's your turn." The gentleman who came out said.

"Is there any mystery here?"

It's not that Mr. Yin himself is curious, but mainly that he has to be curious. One by one, the gentlemen took turns to enter the main hall of the great sacrificial wine, and then walked out one by one with strange faces, and Mr. Yin couldn't help but think about it.

"You'll find out when you go."

Again. There have been many people who have asked before, but except for the person who answered, every word that came out was the same.

"Don't hesitate, you'll have to come sooner or later."

Again. As a result, when everyone went in, they didn't come out with a cup of tea, and when they came out, they didn't say anything with strange faces.

Mr. Yin looked at the hall in front of him, as if it was not the place where the usual kind big sacrificial wine was to do things, but what kind of Longtan Tiger's Den, the people who just came out were the kind that escaped death.

Feeling that it was very difficult to even swallow saliva at this time, he tried to restrain his trembling legs, and slowly moved towards the main hall like his predecessors.

When I entered the main hall, it was dark in the main hall, and the curtains that had been drawn in the past were closed.

In broad daylight, the sky was clear, and the lights were actually lit in this hall.

Looking inside, it was hazy inside, and there were two figures standing there, inexplicably a little frightened.

"Bang!" It was so dark that Mr. Yin hit his head directly on a stick.

Taking two steps back, Mr. Yin rubbed his forehead and looked around, and looked closely: he saw that there were also several sticks on both sides of this stick, and these sticks were just standing in a row on the ground, and he didn't know what they were doing.

Bypassing the stick, Mr. Yin walked in again, and by the light, he finally saw who those two people were:

Condition sacrificial wine and ink sacrificial wine.

"Mr. Yin, how are you doing?" The sacrificial wine opened his mouth first.

"Thank you for your concern." I don't know what kind of medicine these gourds sell, Mr. Yin replied cautiously, "It's been okay lately." ”

"That's good, that's good." Besides, Mo and Mo replied happily.

Just as Mr. Yin gradually let down his vigilance, the row of sticks behind him "ding" and turned into pillars.

This is not over, there are weapons such as knives and guns sticking out on both sides of the pillar, which are interconnected with each other, directly blocking Mr. Yin's retreat.

Mr. Yin was startled by the movement behind him, and before he could turn his head, his body was hit by something.

He subconsciously wanted to mobilize the power of Wenmo, but the result was not only why, the power of Wenmo at this time was extremely viscous, and he couldn't mobilize it at all.

The sacrificial wine walked over and patted Mr. Yin's shoulder, and the latter's little power of writing and ink that he had managed to mobilize sank again.

"Confucian courtesy. Besides, you have an epiphany. Sensing the source of the shot, Mr. Yin was very pleasantly surprised: in this way, the school palace has another big fighting power.

"I had an epiphany a few days ago, but I just didn't say it." The sake smiled modestly, I don't know if there were too many people to praise, and the smile of the sake was slightly stiff.

"Congratulations, can you take it back?"

"I can't."

What's going on? Two sacrificial wines, one used a thousand intentions of ink to block his way back; One uses the courtesy of Confucianism, making it difficult for him to mobilize the power of literature and ink. In this way, if these two wanted to do something to him, Mr. Yin could only use his physical strength to reluctantly resist in a limited space.

It's not like everyone's physical strength is as perverted as the predecessor named Old Wood! That is an existence that can tie with the ink sacrifice wine with only physical strength!

Especially seeing the ill-intentioned smiles of the two sacrificial wines, Mr. Yin's first thought at this time was to go home to serve his old mother.

"The two sacrificial wines, although we don't have a deep friendship, but how to say it is under the same roof for a while, we don't say dark words. If it's okay, please take back your intentions and let Yin leave. Since he didn't know what these two masters were going to do, Mr. Yin decided to take the initiative to retreat.

"I'm waiting."

Then ...... "You two don't have anything to ask us to come in?" Trick on the treasure?

"Chunda Sacrificial Wine has something to do with you, to be precise, it has something to do with all of you Mr. Xuegong."

Oh, I almost forgot that this is the main hall of the Chundai Sacrifice Wine.

"Please, the Chunda Sacrifice Wine is in the back. As for the meaning, when you come out, I'll take it back. The sacrificial wine made a gesture of please, wanting to lead Mr. Yin to the inner hall.

With a sigh of relief, Mr. Yin was raising his feet, and suddenly remembered the weird smiles of those gentlemen, and retracted his feet again.

"What are you afraid of?" Seeing Mr. Yin's hesitation, Mo Xijiu urged, "Didn't all those gentlemen in front come out alive?" What are you afraid of? ”

"Okay." Mr. Yin compromised.

But after Mr. Yin entered the inside, he would understand: the next thing will make him unforgettable.

……

Eastern Regions, Apricot Altar.

The two old men were talking to each other.

"Jiugong, lost?"

"Yes, I lost it."

"Where do you lose it?"

"I lost it right here."

"Here? Apricot altar? ”

"Yes."

"You wrote "Jiugong", can you still find it?"

Generally speaking, the original manuscript will contain a certain amount of ink power, and this ink power can resonate with the original author. If you can't find it for a while, you can use the power of text and ink in your body to get a general direction.

"Can't find it?"

"I can't find it."

"Strange, what's wrong?"

"Most of it was stolen."

"There is a big array outside the apricot altar, and you are the holder of the holy will of Confucianism, can you lose it?"

"......" What if there is a large array of shields, what if I have the holy will of Confucianism, your old man is not still swaggering in, the key is that I haven't found it either.

"Who stole it, and how many did you count?"

"Nope."

"What about your disciples?"

"When "Jiugong" was lost, I was in retreat at the Xingtan, let alone the disciples, no one in my family could enter."

"Can you catch it now?"

"I can't catch up." The old man of Xingtan shook his head, "That volume is estimated to have been destroyed, and the power of Wenmo has been lost, and it can't be chased at all." ”

"It's not destroyed, it's been split into two halves, then look at this scroll ......" The old man of Qingniu took out a roll of bamboo slips.

The old man of Xingtan took the bamboo slip and looked at it.

"This is the first volume of "Nine Tributes"? It's not my handwriting, though. ”

"This is copied by the old man, the original volume, the old man gave it to a junior some time ago."

"The teacher found the original manuscript of the last volume? What about the next volume? ”

"Didn't find it." The old man shook his head, "This scroll was found in the storage room of the Great Zhou. At that time, the storage room was destroyed, and I was in a bad mood, so I tried to find out if there were any books that had been looted by the bandits, and I found this volume. ”

The old man of Qingniu sighed: "I have read all the classics in the storage room, even if I can't memorize them word by word, I still have a general direction. I put pen to paper right then to restore. Later, I found out that something was wrong, it was just my subconscious rewriting of your volume, but when I read your original text again, I didn't have the slightest impression. ”

"So that's what the teacher knew: this volume is not a book from the storehouse, but someone added it after the Shoah."

"That's right! Later, I passed by Hangu and took in an apprentice, and he recognized it as your handiwork. ”

"I see." The old man of Xingtan smiled bitterly, "I just don't know where the next scroll has gone." ”

The old man of Qingniu suddenly put his face in front of his apprentice, and frightened him so much that his face turned white.

"Who made you write such an ungodly thing! Well, now I can't find it! ”