Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 929
"Master, what are you doing?"

Ying Baoyue stared at the notebook on the altar, and the voice of a seven or eight-year-old girl sounded in her mind.

In the wind and rain, two people, one tall and one short, were sitting under the shadow of the moon.

A little girl was sitting on a tall tree branch, staring dumbfounded at the pile of silver threads on the legs of a woman sitting cross-legged on a big tree beside her, "Why did you take the bracelet apart?"

It was a silk-wrapped silver bracelet made of pure silver, but now it has been stripped by its owner and turned into a mess of silver threads.

"Huh? I'm wearing a notebook," the busy woman under her hand passed the silver thread through the rough paper in her hand, and said enthusiastically, "Didn't I teach you how to make a coil notebook before?"

"You taught me..." The little girl looked at the half-removed silk bracelet in the woman's hand with a complicated expression, "But if I remember correctly, this bracelet should be one of the tokens of love Ji Er gave you." one."

"That's right, it's one of them." The woman took out another silk-wrapped bracelet from her bosom and said with a smile, "I have another one here."

"This kind of book is the most convenient to turn pages." The woman waved the silver thread in her hand and said with a smile, "I just found out that the silver thread of this bracelet is just right for coils. Where's the notebook!"

"It's convenient, but why do you make so many notebooks, Master? We can't run out of them, besides..." Realizing that she was being led astray, the little girl looked helpless, "Why do you have to wear the bracelet that Uncle Ji gave you to wear the notebook?" ?”

Although she was young, she knew that although her master had broken up with that Nanchu boy, she did not let him go in her heart.

If that boy was in danger, her master would still try to remind him at all costs.Although it was agreed not to meet each other again, if they encountered a life-and-death situation, her master would still go to see that man for the last time before he died.

Because of this, even if she didn't like the boy who looked at her with no kindness, she still couldn't see Master tossing about the bracelet that boy gave her.

Even if that boy once wanted to sell himself as a baby, since he was someone Master liked, she couldn't see Master being sad.

"Why don't you use it to wear the book?" The smile on the corner of the woman's mouth was slightly retracted, and she calmly stared at the silver thread on her leg, "The bracelet can't be eaten or worn, I finally found a use for it Otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist selling it.”

The little girl was stunned for a moment, staring at the woman opposite who had no ornaments on her body and only used thorns to pull up her long hair, her heart ached slightly.

In this era, without the protection of the family and clan, it is difficult for even men to survive. For a teenage girl, it is almost a dead end, but in order to prevent her from being sold, this young girl resolutely hugged her She walked out of the house.

For her, her master was almost exiled from the house.

In order to avoid the wretched end of the woman, they hid in the woods.But they couldn't stay in the forest as savages all the time. To make a living, Master sold all the jewelry and clothes they wore when they sold them. In such a predicament, being able to eat, wear and use them was the highest standard of their lives.

They can't keep useless things.

Looking at the pile of silver threads in the woman's hand, the little girl fell silent.

She knew that Master couldn't bear to sell the last two bracelets, so she could only convince herself in this way.

That being the case, the little girl comforted herself that the coil that became the coil notebook was probably the best destination for these two bracelets.

"But master... you don't have to do so much, do you?" The little girl blinked as she watched the woman wear one after another, "These papers are not cheap, they weren't given to you by the king of the Qin Kingdom last time." What? What should I do after I use up all of them?"

During a hunt three days ago, a man who claimed to be the King of Daqin extended a helping hand to them.She is not worried about Master being deceived, because they have their own way of getting along with others after seeing through the fickleness of the world.You don't get paid for nothing, even if you live in poverty, when the county king proposed to support the master, the master didn't accept other property, only some paper.

After all, she and her master were already tired of carving bark, and it was troublesome to make paper by themselves.

"Oh, the king of the state of Qin said he would come in the afternoon," the woman said while putting on her notebook, "He said he would bring a pen and ink, and he wanted to talk to me about cultivation."

"He talked very interestingly. There are many things worth remembering. I think it will come in handy if you wear more notebooks." The woman wore paper and looked up at the sky above the tree with a calm expression. Then be quiet and listen to me."

Her whimsy and normal ancients couldn't bear it at all, and often jumped up and scolded her for deviant, or what qualifications a mere woman had to speak nonsense about cultivation.

Just a woman?The woman's eyes were cold.

"Really?" The little girl's eyes were a little complicated, and she looked at the woman opposite with a dissatisfied expression, "Then Master has met a bosom friend."

"What, jealousy at such a young age," the woman laughed, reaching out to tickle the little girl's nose, "Master's greatest confidant will always be you."

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Always be you.

Amidst the loud applause from the practitioners around, Ying Baoyue recovered from the good memories of the past, and stared intently at the familiar coil notebooks in the black box on the stage.

Three of the five black boxes on the stage had been opened, but the scripture guards retreated to the sides and stopped opening the boxes, and no practitioners in the audience dared to ask more questions.

It's because everyone knew in advance that although Soochow had five copies of the Taizu's manuscripts, participants in the middle-level ceremony were only eligible to read three copies.The contents of the remaining two boxes are more profound, and ordinary people are not qualified to see them at all, so they are just hugging them for show.

Taizu's manuscripts are so precious, it is a great fortune to be able to read three copies. Which young people in their 20s dare to hope to read five copies in one go?

Ying Baoyue looked around, and saw that the teenagers around were just staring intently at the black box on the stage, as if looking at some rare treasure.

Is it a rare treasure?

"The leader of the Southern Chu Primary Ceremony in the Seventh Year of the Warring States Period, come on stage!"

Accompanied by the ceremonial officer's shout, many people around her stared at her with indescribable jealousy and envy.

Ying Baoyue showed a smiling face to Ji Jiashu, who looked worried and encouraging, and then symbolically adjusted the sacrificial attire, and stepped onto the altar amidst the sound of ritual music.

"I really let her see it first, she's just a woman... Soochow is really not afraid of making taboos..."

"No way, who told her to be the leader of this year? I just hope she can read it. Does she understand?"

"It's just a waste of time for three breaths, but I'm afraid to think that this person will touch the Taizu's handwriting..."

Whispers were heard from behind, but Ying Baoyue turned a deaf ear to them, and just stepped up to the high platform step by step, walking towards those books that she would never forget in her previous life.

"Princess Qin, you can't get any closer." Just three steps away from the stage where the black box was placed, the courtier beside the stage said.

Ying Baoyue stopped.

"Turn it with real yuan, you only have three breaths of time, pay attention to controlling the power, if you damage even a corner of the paper, the scripture guard will cut off your hand." Soochow etiquette officer watched her seriously, "Don't blame me when the time comes. The officer never reminded me."

He still remembers that there was a practitioner who just turned over a little too quickly, and was almost beaten to death by the scripture guard before the paper was torn.

Ying Baoyue nodded, thought for a while and stretched out her right hand to those notebooks.

"Use both hands!" At this time, an elderly man who kept the scriptures beside the box shouted loudly, "I don't know the rules!"

There was a sneer from the audience.

Ying Baoyue frowned and looked at him, the old man in black said coldly, "You must show respect to the letter with both hands."

"Are you sure you still want me to use my left hand?" she asked softly.

The old man's eyes became colder, "You need both hands."

Ying Baoyue closed her eyes, stretched out her hands, and reached for the first black box in the distance.

And at this moment, a loud bang suddenly came out from her left wrist, a red lightning bolt hit the black box on the stage together, the black and red light interlaced like a thunderbolt from the blue sky!

The books in the box were instantly reduced to ashes.

(End of this chapter)