Eastern Region, Academy, outside the main hall.
A gentleman from the Academy walked out of the hall and looked at the other gentlemen with strange eyes.
Some of the gentlemen looked back at the gentleman with the same strange eyes, while others looked at him with doubtful eyes.
"Mr. Yin, it's your turn." The gentleman who came out said.
"Is there any mystery behind this?"
It's not that Mr. Yin is curious, it's mainly because he has to be curious. One by one, gentlemen entered the main hall where the grand ceremony was held, and then walked out one by one with strange expressions. Mr. Yin couldn't help but think too much.
"You'll know once you go there."
Here it is again. Many people have asked this before, but apart from the different people who answered, every word they said was the same.
"Don't hesitate, you'll have to come sooner or later."
Here it is again. As a result, everyone went in without a cup of tea, and when they came out, they looked weird and said nothing.
Mr. Yin looked at the main hall in front of him. It seemed that it was not the place where the amiable Grand Priest Liquor was doing business, but some sort of dragon's den and a tiger's den. The people who had just come out were the ones who had narrowly escaped death.
It felt very difficult to even swallow his saliva at this time. He tried hard to restrain his trembling legs and slowly moved towards the main hall like his predecessors.
Entering the main hall, it was dark, and the curtains that had been open in the past were all closed.
It was broad daylight, the sky was clear, and the lights were actually lit in the hall.
Looking inside, it was hazy, and there were two vague figures standing there, which was inexplicably scary.
"Bang!" The surroundings were too dark, and Mr. Yin bumped directly into a stick.
Taking two steps back, Mr. Yin rubbed his forehead and looked around. He took a closer look: he saw several sticks on both sides of this stick. These sticks were just standing in a row on the ground. He didn't know what they were for.
After walking around the stick, Mr. Yin walked inside again. With the help of the light, he finally saw clearly who the two people were:
Kuang offers wine and Mo offers wine.
"Mr. Yin, how are you doing lately?" Kuang Jijiu spoke first.
"Thank you for your concern." I don't know what kind of medicine these people are selling in the gourd. Mr. Yin replied carefully, "It's been fine lately."
"That's good, that's good." Kuang and Mo replied cheerfully.
Just as Mr. Yin gradually let down his guard, the row of sticks behind him turned into pillars with a "ding" sound.
This wasn't over yet. Weapons such as swords and guns protruded from both sides of the pillar, crisscrossing each other and directly blocking Mr. Yin's escape route.
Mr. Yin was startled by the movement behind him. Before he could turn his head, something hit his body.
He subconsciously wanted to mobilize the power of writing and ink, but the result was more than that. At this time, the power of writing and ink was extremely sticky and could not be mobilized at all.
Kuang Jijiu walked over and patted Mr. Yin on the shoulder. The little literary power that the latter had finally mobilized sank again.
"Confucian etiquette. Kuang Jijiu, you have an epiphany." After realizing the source of the attack, Mr. Yin was very surprised: In this way, the Academy has another powerful force.
"I had an epiphany a few days ago, but I just didn't say it out loud." Kuang Jijiu smiled modestly. I don't know if there were too many people praising him, but Kuang Jijiu's smile was a little stiff.
"Congratulations, can you take it back?"
"cannot."
Where did this come from? Of the two offering wine, one used Mo's thousand-scheme intention to block his way back; the other used Confucian etiquette to make it difficult for him to mobilize the power of literature and ink. In this way, if these two people want to do anything to him, Mr. Yin can only use physical strength to resist in a limited space.
But not everyone’s physical strength is as perverted as that senior named Lao Mumu! That person is the one who can tie up with Mo Jijiu based on his physical strength alone!
Especially when he saw the malicious smiles of the two wine ministers, Mr. Yin's first thought at this time was to go home and serve his old mother.
"Two Jijiu, although we don't have a close friendship, we have been under the same roof for a long time, so we won't talk secretly. If nothing goes wrong, please take back your opinions and let Yin leave. "Since he didn't know what these two uncles were going to do, Mr. Yin decided to take the initiative to retreat.
"I'll wait until nothing happens."
"Then..." Why did you ask us to come in when you two had nothing to do? Playing tricks?
"Chun Dajiu has something to do with you. To be precise, he has something with all you Xue Gong gentlemen."
Oh, I almost forgot that this is the main hall where Chun Da offers wine.
"Please, Chun Da Jijiu is at the back. As for Yi, I'll take it back when you come out." Kuang Jijiu made an inviting gesture, trying to lead Mr. Yin into the inner hall.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Mr. Yin was raising his feet when he suddenly remembered the weird smiles of those gentlemen and put his feet back again.
"What are you afraid of!" Seeing Mr. Yin's hesitation, Mo Jijiu urged, "Didn't all those gentlemen in front come out alive? What do you have to be afraid of?"
"Okay." Mr. Yin compromised.
But after Mr. Yin entered it, he would understand: What happened next would be something he would never forget.
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Eastern Region, Xingtan.
The two old men were quarreling with each other.
""Nine Gongs", lost it?"
"Yes, lost."
"Where did you lose it?"
"It was lost right here."
"Here? Xingtan?"
"right."
"You wrote "Nine Gongs", but you still can't find it?"
Generally speaking, the original manuscript contains a certain power of writing and ink, and this power of writing and ink can resonate with the original author. If you can't find it for a while, you can use the power of writing and ink in your body to get a general direction.
"Can't find it?"
"I really can't find it."
"That's strange, why did you lose it?"
"It was probably stolen."
"There is a large formation outside the Xingtan altar, and you are the person in charge of the Holy Will of Confucianism. Can you throw it away?"
"..." It doesn't matter that there is a large shielding formation, it doesn't matter that I have the holy will of Confucianism, you old man just came in like a swagger, the key is that I didn't notice it either.
"Who stole it? Do you know who stole it?"
"No."
"Where are your disciples?"
"When "Nine Gongs" was lost, I was in seclusion at Xingtan. Not to mention my disciples, my family couldn't come in."
"Then can you catch me now?"
"I can't catch it." The old man Xingtan shook his head. "The scroll is probably destroyed, and all the power of Wenmo has been lost. It's impossible to catch it."
"It wasn't destroyed, but it was divided into two halves. Then look at this scroll..." The old man Qingniu took out a scroll of bamboo slips.
The old man Xingtan took the bamboo slip and started to read it.
"This is the first volume of "Nine Gongs"? But this is not my handwriting."
"This is what I copied. I gave the original scroll to a junior some time ago."
"Teacher found the original manuscript of the first volume? What about the second volume?"
"I didn't find it." The old man Qingniu shook his head. "This scroll was found in Da Zhou's storage room. The storage room was destroyed at that time. I was in a bad mood, so I wanted to find out if the group of bandits had robbed him. I missed the classics and later discovered this volume."
The old man Qingniu sighed: "I have read through all the classics in the storage room. Even if I can't memorize them word for word, I still have a general direction. I picked up a pen to restore it. Later I found something was wrong. It was just me treating you. I subconsciously rewrote that volume, but when I read the original text of your first volume again, I didn’t have the slightest impression.”
"So that's when the teacher knew: this volume is not a classic in the storage room, but was added after the catastrophe."
"Yes! Later I passed by Han Valley and took on a disciple. He recognized it as your handiwork."
"That's it." The old man Xingtan smiled bitterly, "I just don't know where the next scroll ended up."
The old man Qingniu suddenly put his face in front of his apprentice, frightening him so much that his face turned pale.
"Who asked you to write something so outrageous! It's fine now, I can't find it anymore!"
