Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 935 Future
A word from the keeper is like a stone thrown into a pond.

The onlookers were all taken aback when they heard this.

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you call Shitou His Majesty Taizu?"

"Could it be..."

Ji Jiashu was startled, then seemed to think of something, and suddenly looked at the handwriting on the stone.

"Could it be handwriting?"

"Wait, I saw Taizu's handwriting six years ago, and this handwriting is the same as the one on the handwriting!"

An elderly practitioner among the spectators shouted suddenly, awakening countless practitioners on and off the stage.

The scripture slaves all looked at the line written by Ying Baoyue on the stone. Some of them were stunned with their eyes wide open; s things.

The scripture slaves reacted more violently than the bystanders, and almost everyone couldn't maintain their minds.

They have been facing these books for decades, and no one is more familiar with the handwriting of the legendary emperor than them.They stick to these handwritings for 20 years, but this is the first time they saw someone write these words alive in front of them.

"Bewitching words to confuse people... It's just imitating handwriting..." The old man in black at the head said reluctantly, but Ji Jiashu found that even the old man's hands were trembling slightly when he said these words.

The slaves who fell to the ground knew that this was not the case.

The legendary emperor could call wind and rain with just one line of writing, and he could even order scripture slaves and a group of immortal officials.I don't know how many people have imitated Emperor Taizu's handwriting throughout the ages. The scripture slaves receive countless forged paper letters every year, but they have never seen such a similar one.

It can almost be fake.

It's true!
If it weren't for looking at this young woman's handwriting and saying something worthless, even the scripture slaves like them would admit their mistakes.

But how is this possible?
If true, what exactly are they guarding?
The old man in black couldn't help but look at the frightened subordinate behind him, his mood was extremely complicated.He knew that these people's hearts were already in turmoil.If this matter is not done well, it will destroy the beliefs that support all scripture slaves in one fell swoop.

"Little girl," the old man in black squinted at Ying Baoyue, not even calling out to Her Royal Highness, his cloudy old eyes fixed on her, "What's going on with your handwriting?"

There are many strange people who can imitate handwriting in the world, but imitating handwriting requires talent, and there is another necessary condition, that is, at least seeing a lot of handwriting of the imitated person.

However, the ink treasures left by Emperor Taizu have been strictly protected, and even the king of a country cannot see many of them.

And speaking of the person who has seen the most handwriting of Emperor Taizu in this world...

The old man in black was silent, he could only think of a dead person.

That was Emperor Taizu's own national teacher back then, the woman named Lin Shubai.

The National Teachers Association helped the emperor copy the imperial decree and issue various decrees, and was the closest person to the emperor.

If it is said that Lin Shubai, the chief minister, can imitate the handwriting of Emperor Taizu, he can still believe it, but how can such a little girl who is insignificant in the royal family be able to?
How can it be?

"What's going on?" Ying Baoyue smiled and said, "Does the lord fairy admit that my handwriting is exactly the same as my grandfather's?"

The old man in black shrank his pupils when he heard the words, but found that some unsatisfactory subordinates were already nodding secretly.

"The old man admits that they are very similar," the black-clothed old man's face sank, "but it doesn't explain anything, it's just handwriting..."

"Isn't it very similar?" Ying Baoyue interrupted him, "Is it exactly the same?"

The old man in black choked suddenly, and the crowd around the audience suddenly became commotion.

"It's exactly the same?"

"The scripture slaves don't deny it, so it seems to be true?"

"Silence!" The old man in black took a deep breath and shouted loudly, noticing that the movement around him was not right.He originally wanted to make this matter a big deal, but now he regrets attracting the attention of all the people.

Looking at this princess whom he never met in Efang Palace before, the old man finally showed a trace of fear in his eyes.

If this matter becomes a big issue, if everyone knows what their scripture slaves are guarding and a little girl can easily write it out, the dignity of the scripture slaves will be greatly damaged.

"Your Highness, what exactly do you want to do?" the old man shouted after the surroundings quieted down.He made up his mind to suppress everything today, and then slowly attack.

"What do I want to do? Isn't it what you want to do?" Hearing that he changed his address again, a trace of sarcasm flashed across Ying Baoyue's eyes.

She calmly looked at the black box on the table, "I was just called up to pay homage to these books. Unfortunately, an accident happened. I have already apologized, but you insist on holding me responsible."

The corners of the mouth of the scripture slave who was sitting paralyzed on the ground twitched slightly. What do you mean they are not forgiving? This kind of thing...

"Now you have seen it too, so I won't hide it from you," Ying Baoyue looked down at the handwriting on the stone, "My handwriting is exactly the same as my grandfather's. I was responsible for transcribing many of these handwriting for my grandfather back then. !"

"Impossible!" The old man in black blurted out, his hands trembling.

"How is it impossible?" Ying Baoyue smiled slightly, "If you don't believe me, take a notebook that is exactly the same as the manuscript, and I will write a page for you guys to distinguish, which one is the real manuscript?"

"No!" A scripture guard on the ground exclaimed. The old man in black opened his mouth but did not stop him, his expression extremely ugly.

Because he knew that they couldn't tell the difference at all!

If this matter is exposed in public, it will really cause chaos in the practice world!
What will these people do in the future?

The old man looked at the girl standing on the altar tremblingly, as if he was looking at a scourge.He almost regretted it to the marrow now, how could he mess with this woman!
They are now in a dilemma.

"What? You don't believe me, and you don't allow me to prove it," Ying Baoyue spread his hands, "Then what are you going to do?"

Do you want to go to heaven?
"You..." The old man in black only felt physically and mentally exhausted, with only one breath left to support him, and he didn't know why the situation became like this.

"Those who destroy the Great Ancestor's manuscript must be punished..." He murmured, only one thought remained in his mind.

Thinking of those people they punished before, the old man's eyes lit up, he raised his head and looked fiercely at Ying Baoyue, "Death crimes can be avoided, and living crimes cannot be escaped. Seeing that you are a descendant of His Majesty Taizu, I will let you go today." .”

But today, if this girl is not allowed to pay the price, the dignity of the scripture slave will still be damaged.How can they rely on the ruthless impression left in the past to speak for themselves in the practice world?

What's more, we can't let this woman imitate Emperor Taizu's handwriting to cause a storm!
Making this woman pay the price is related to the future of them!

The old man in black stared at Ying Baoyue's hands, and slowly raised the sword in his hand.

The voice of the old man was faint, as if crawling out of the ground,
"You don't have to be burned to death, but you have to keep your hands."

　For Sister Yue, the reversal is instantaneous.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)