Big Moon Ballad

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"Can't you see?" The old man in black laughed colder than anyone else, "As long as I wait to die, the contents of His Majesty's Handbook will be immortalized forever."

Immortal...

Ying Baoyue's expression was a little subtle.

"I knew it." Although the destruction of the first book just now was not out of her intention, she didn't panic too much when the book was turned into dust.

If you want to feel sorry for her, you just feel sorry for the book.

Because she knew very well that these men in black had guarded the manuscripts for many years, even if they hadn't read all the manuscripts, they should have read the first one, right?
If she guessed correctly, the contents of the first book have already been memorized by those bookkeepers who have been reading the Codex for many years.

After all, being able to read the manuscripts at will was the most alluring condition that man offered when recruiting scripture slaves.I have read five books for so many years, but I can't remember the contents of these five books. Is there something wrong with their brains?
"Wait," Ji Jiashu, who was standing on the side, also came to his senses. He looked at the old man in black at the head in astonishment, "You all remember the contents of this notebook, but you still want people's lives?"

Or the life of the granddaughter of the owner of the letter, are these people crazy?

Ji Jiashu admitted that his heart stopped beating for a moment when he saw the shattering of the Taizu Handbook, which was regarded as a sacred object by the practitioners.But that was the possibility that he did not expect the scripture slave to remember the contents of the manuscript.

He never expected that these people would kill people even if they memorized the contents of the letter upside down.

The eyes of the practitioners under the altar were also shaken.

"It's two different things," the old man in black looked at Ying Baoyue, with hatred that couldn't be hidden in his eyes.

"What this woman destroyed was the original work of Emperor Taizu! It's a sacred object!" The old man roared loudly, his chest rising and falling, "Then every page is a sacred and inviolable sacred object, and this woman actually destroyed all of them. A woman who can't enter the ancestral temple has no remorse? She deserves death!"

The practitioners in the audience, who were originally affected by Ji Jiashu's words, gradually became quiet again when they saw the heartbroken old man on the stage.

"Yeah, I remember when someone just tore a corner of paper and was cut off by the Imperial Prayer..."

"It's not fair to anyone else not to punish this princess."

"The content is indeed remembered, but the original of the Codex cannot be reproduced."

"These scripture slaves are also pitiful. After all, it is the original work of the Great Ancestor. Looking at the scene just now, there may be a mysterious formation in the original work of the Great Ancestor..."

"It was all ruined by this woman..."

"The old gentleman is right. After all, the princess does not enter the ancestral temple, let alone married... She is not a member of the Ying family at all."

"However, this woman probably thought that she would not be punished because of her surname Ying. Who would have thought that this person would not take the princess seriously..."

Hearing the discussions of the people around him, Ji Jiashu's expression turned serious.He was about to step forward but found that Li Ji on the stage had never withdrawn his sword, and the Juque sword had been blocking Ying Baoyue intentionally or unintentionally.

Li Ji looked at the distressed old man in black on the stage with an indifferent expression. He didn't think about arguing with the scripture slave at first.

These people have been obsessed with guarding these dead objects for many years, and the existence of the Taizu Handbook has long deviated from the original intention of guiding practitioners, and has become a "sacred object" that these people can't touch or see.

"Everyone," the black-clothed old man raised his head to the sky and called out, "Do you think this person who destroyed an entire notebook deserves to die!"

His voice seemed to have magical powers. The young people in the audience were startled, and some of them showed hesitation in their eyes, but some spectators and older practitioners had already raised their hands and shouted.

"Damn!"

"Damn it!
People are affected by the atmosphere, and there are more and more people shouting to kill.

A smile flashed across Xu Bingqing's eyes in the crowd.

Ying Baoyue looked back at the crowd shouting behind her, feeling like she was in some kind of weird ceremony.

How easy it is to incite people's hearts.In those stories about my hometown that Master told me back then, when the witches were burned to death in the Middle Ages, wasn’t that the scene like this?

"The witch should be burned to death in public!"

The old man in black shouted again, and Ying Baoyue couldn't help but laugh.

Really come up with whatever you want, after so many years, can these people be a little creative?
"Burn to death?" Mo Hua, who was standing beside the chariot in the Northern Wei Dynasty, suddenly heard Meng Shi beside him mutter, and the girl's body trembled violently.

"Step-son? Meng Shi? What's wrong with you?" Mo Hua opened his eyes wide, looking at the thin girl in men's clothing beside him, sweating profusely.Big drops of sweat rolled down Meng Shi's forehead, as if she had fallen into the most terrifying nightmare.

Mo Hua was anxious, but the most in his heart was doubts.It's because he knows best that Meng Shi's ambition is actually extremely strong. After all, without a strong mentality, a woman can't dare to disguise herself as a man and mix among men.

Such a woman is not someone who will be frightened by the mere word "burn to death".

"Meng Shi?" In the chaotic crowd, Mo Hua approached her and grabbed her hand. The boy's pupils shrank, and he found that her hand was colder than ice.

What kind of memory did this scene touch her?
Mo Hua watched Meng Shi raise his head, and looked at another girl on the stage who was pointed at by thousands of people, with sadness in his eyes.The next moment she gritted her teeth and wanted to rush to the stage.

"Meng Shi!" He took a deep breath and tightly clenched her wrist.Meng Shi turned around in astonishment, looking at the boy from the Northern Wei Dynasty who held her back with anger in his eyes.

The tip of Mo Hua's tongue was also bitten by him, but he knew that the influence of Taizu's handwriting and the scripture slave's words had been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people for many years.The ex-Qin princess might be in danger today, and ordinary people rushed up to be buried with her at this time.

"Wait," looking at Meng Shi who was about to lose his mind, sweat dripped from Mo Hua's forehead, but he couldn't think of anything to persuade him.

And at this moment, amidst the more enthusiastic shouts of the crowd, a young man's eager cry sounded.

"and many more!"

The originally commotional crowd was quiet for a moment, and they turned their heads to look at the former Qin team, only to find that it was Ying Xun who made the noise.Ying Xun, who was held back by three or four people, desperately shook his head and struggled away from the hand covering his mouth.

"and many more!"

Being stared at by so many people, the dark guards surrounding Ying Xun looked a little embarrassed, so they had to let go quietly.

Ying Xun's hands and feet were finally free, and he glanced gratefully at Huo Zhan who had just secretly helped him kick away several hidden guards.

Huo Zhan nodded to him.

Ying Xun, who was freed from the shackles, immediately rushed to the altar.

Seeing Ying Xun appear, Ji Jiashu noticed that the expression of the old man in black on the stage changed instantly.

Ying Xun hurriedly climbed up to the altar, and when he stood still, the old man in black and the group of scripture slaves bowed to him.

"Eldest son."

Seeing this scene, and looking at the girl standing alone in front of the altar, Ji Jiashu only felt that his eyes were stung by something.

This group of servants who regarded every word written by Emperor Taizu as a treasure did not disrespect Ying's descendants, they just disrespected her.

Grandsons and granddaughters were treated so differently.

(End of this chapter)