It turns out that when the Bald Pen Man faced the enemy, the ink he dipped in the judge's pen was made by boiling special medicinal materials.

When scratched on people's skin, the ink marks are deep and can never be washed away, and even a knife cannot scrape them off.

When those martial arts masters were fighting against the "Four Friends of Jiangnan", the most troublesome opponent was this bald pen man.

It's not that he has the best martial arts skills, but if he accidentally draws a circle or a cross on his face, or writes a word or two, or even draws a turtle, he will be in disgrace for the rest of his life.

Jianghu people, when they go out to make a living, value their face the most. They would rather cut someone off with a knife and cut off an arm than have their face smeared by a bald penman.

If it really got stained with ink, even Hong Kang would have to be careful.

"Do it!"

The bald pen man shouted loudly and jumped up.

Dan Qingsheng stretched out his arms and jumped out at the same time.

One in front and one behind, forming a pincer attack.

The bald pen man held a large fine steel pen, and the true energy poured into the tip of the pen, and immediately enveloped Hong Kang's whole body;

The painter's fingers were drawn together into a sword, splashed with ink and covered with linen, and pointed straight at Hong Kang's vitals.

The two of them used all their strength to approach Hong Kang in less than a breath. With such a close distance, it was expected that Hong Kang could only forcefully attack.

But the moment before the two men's attacks landed on Hong Kang, Hong Kang's figure suddenly disappeared.

The two were shocked.

Where are the people??

Even the bald penman felt that the tip of his pen had rubbed against Hong Kang's clothes.

Suddenly, a burning sensation came from above the two of them.

The bald pen man and the painter looked up, their eyes full of surprise.

Hong Kang didn't know when he appeared seven or eight meters above the ground.

He took out the flute and pointed the flute hole at the two of them.

And the sunlight just passes through the flute hole.

The two people below only felt that the sunlight seemed to be blocked, while Hong Kang's whole body seemed to become one with the sun.

"Ape Attack Technique"!!

Hong Kang visualized the sun disk and received the next ray of sun energy. Using his own Hunyuan Qi as the path and the cave flute as the carrier, he immediately pointed towards Bald Pen Weng and Dan Qingsheng.

"Chichi..."

"Whoosh..."

It was originally the invisible energy of the sun, but due to the high-speed friction with the air, sparks were generated. The sparks shot like a waterfall towards the two people below.

at the same time--

"Click~~!"

The flute in Hong Kang's hand immediately exploded into pieces.

Along with the energy, it also shot towards the two of them.

"Bolide!!"

The sparks were really as fast as a stream of light, and they hit the bodies of Bald Pen Weng and Dan Qingsheng the moment they shot out.

"ah……!!"

"Ahh...!

The two men were immediately knocked down by the bombardment and flew five or six meters away, and fell into the pond with "plop, plop".

When the two of them came up, their hair and clothes smelled of burning.

Fortunately, Hong Kang did not bombard the two of them with all the sparks and had already reserved his hands.

This move [Bolide] was not invented by Hong Kang, but was taught to him by Cha Xiaoyun.

in the pond.

Bald Pen Weng saw that although the two of them were in a mess, they were not seriously injured, and looked at Hong Kang with doubts in his eyes.

In addition, there are three parts of awe and three parts of gratitude.

With that move just now, Bald Pen Weng knew that if Hong Kang didn't hold back, even if he and his fourth brother didn't die, they would still be seriously injured.

But now, apart from his appearance, he just has a dull pain in his internal organs.

For a moment, Bald Pen Weng didn't know whether Hong Kang was good or bad.

…………

Ding Jian, Shi Lingwei and Zu Qianqiu were waiting in the outer courtyard.

I only heard a burst of whispering inside, but I couldn't hear what was said clearly because I was too far away.

Then there was the sound of fighting.

The sound of broken objects, the sound of falling water...

After a while, it became quiet inside.

Ding Jian and the three of them looked at each other and knew it was over.

But then, Ding Jian and Shi Lingwei's expressions changed drastically, because those who came out were not the "Four Friends of Jiangnan".

Looking at the intact Hong Kang, Shi Lingwei asked: "Why is it you? Where is our owner?"

Hong Kang didn't answer.

After taking two steps forward, an afterimage suddenly appeared and flashed in front of Ding Jian and Shi Lingwei.

All the acupoints on both of their bodies were sealed.

Zu Qianqiu planned to say a few words for himself: "Mr. Hong..."

Hong Kang turned around, his tone still calm as usual.

"Mr. Ancestor, I think you have almost drunk the wine from the fourth village owner!"

Zu Qianqiu saw that Hong Kang's face was as usual, but he could clearly see the alienation in his eyes.

Zu Qianqiu was worried in his heart, and bowed his hands: "Wan Sheng understands what Mr. Hong means, but I just have the guts to ask a few village owners..."

Hong Kang said calmly: "They have no fear for their lives."

Zu Qianqiu said: "I'm late and say goodbye."

Hong Kang watched Zu Qianqiu disappear into the distance, and then looked at Ding Jian and Ding Jian.

Let Zu Qianqiu leave to prevent him from getting involved in what happens next.

Hong Kang found some bundles of rope, tied up the "Four Friends of Jiangnan" and Ding and Shi, and then went to Huang Zhonggong's bedroom.

After staying in [Meizhuang] for a while, Hong Kang had a long talk with Huang Zhonggong, so he naturally knew where his bedroom was.

"Squeak~~"

The door opened and Hong Kang had entered the inner room.

There is only one bed in this room, with several plans for each bed. The furnishings are simple, and a gauze curtain is hung on the bed. It is very old and has turned yellow.

There is a short piano placed on the table. It is dark in color and seems to be made of iron.

Hong Kang stepped forward and fiddled with it, and suddenly it made a "clang, clang, clang, clang" sound.

Melodious, curling.

Hong Kang turned around, lifted up the quilt on the bed, and uncovered the bed board. Underneath was an iron plate with a copper ring on it.

Hong Kang first clicked his fingers.

I could only hear the sound of "dong dong", but it was very dull. It could be seen that there was nothing underneath.

Hong Kang held the copper ring and lifted it up with his arms. The four-foot-square and five-foot-long iron plate rose up in his hand, revealing a square black hole.

This iron plate is half a foot thick, which is very heavy, but for Hong Kang, who has now regained nearly 3,000 kilograms of strength, it is easy.

Hong Kang used his eyesight enough to see a faint light.

With this ray of light, he judged that the hole was only more than two meters deep.

He immediately jumped down and landed firmly on the ground with a "snap".

I saw an oil lamp burning on the wall not far away, emitting a pale yellow light. The faint light that Hong Kang saw should have come from here.

After walking about seven or eight meters, a stone door blocked the way.

Hong Kang was prepared. He took out a bunch of keys and inserted it into a keyhole. Without turning it, he inserted another one. After several times, he finally found the correct key. Hong Kang turned it a few times and pushed it inward.

.

Only the sound of "creeping" was heard, and the stone door slowly opened.
To be continued...