"Naturally-" Jia Yuanwai raised his head proudly, "Look at this flowing cloud calligraphy, every word in the book is so ethereal and dusty, as unpredictable as a cloud." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIf it weren't for Mr. Liuyun, who would have been able to write Liuyun's post?"

"This ...... This...... You spent a million taels of silver for this?" Ning Yue asked unwillingly.

"Liuyun calligraphy is a priceless treasure, not to mention one million taels of silver, even five million taels are worth it. ”

Ning Yue's eyes were hollow, and in the depths of her eyes, it seemed that she could see countless silver tickets with wings flying...... I have 10,000 volumes of such Liuyun calligraphy at home...... Does that mean ......

"Ahem...... Ning Gongzi, do you think of where to hide the Liuyun calligraphy? That Moon Stepping Boy heard that there was no trace of him, although I am very relieved of Ning Gongzi, but I still have to be just in case. ”

"Uh-" Ning Yue suddenly came back to her senses, it was indeed not the time to think about money. It's just that Daddy is not a teacher? How did he become Mr. Liuyun in a flash? The 10,000 books he left me were all Liuyun calligraphy? Could it be that Daddy calculated that I had no prospects, and would sit back and eat the empty mountains and deliberately leave so much wealth for me?

"That...... Jia Yuanwai, in the next is also very obsessed with the Liuyun font, I still remember that when I was a child, my father often forced me to copy the Liuyun calligraphy. Otherwise, I'll draw a fake Liuyun calligraphy, and when you really hide it, we will sit and wait for the moon boy to steal it, even if it is stolen, it will be fake. What do you think?"

"Can you do it with the fake? You must know that this Liuyun font is not so easy to learn. I don't know how many people copy Liuyun scripts, but only Mr. Liuyun can write the ethereal and dusty Liuyun font in the world. Otherwise, it would be impossible for this Liuyun script to be hard to find. ”

"I think I can try!" Ning Yue touched her nose and blushed a little, originally Ning Yue had a good chance to inherit the Liuyun font, but unfortunately her father died early, and after her father's death, Ning Yue's aura gradually faded, and even her brain continued to deteriorate, which also made the Liuyun font only half completed.

Immediately, Jia Yuanwai prepared the four treasures of the study room and a scroll that was exactly the same as the Liuyun script. Ning Yue was locked in the room alone, and her eyes gradually became hollow as she gently lifted her pen. A tear slowly overflowed the corner of his eye unconsciously, slowly sliding and dripping down his cheek.

A scene that I had long forgotten appeared in front of me - the wind and the sun were beautiful, by the lotus pond outside the courtyard. The father, who was dressed in a thin shirt, held himself in his arms, holding his little hand and slowly reading a book.

"This is nothing! Nothing is nothing, and it is infinite! This is quantity, quality, and form. The heavenly monument is the inscription erected by heaven and earth, and it is also the law of heaven and earth. These four words are the Infinite Heavenly Monument!"

Ignorant of himself, he was held in his father's arms every day to read and write, at the age of three he could read a thousand words, at the age of four he memorized the whole poem, and at the age of five he was familiar with the scriptures. Since then, mediocrity has achieved nothing.

Gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, a wry smile rose on Ning Yue's face, "It turns out that the biggest achievement in my life...... I really want to know what I've done in the past 13 years?"

Putting away her memories, Ning Yue's eyes focused on the white paper in front of her again, and she gently brushed her pen down, moving quickly on the paper like a swimming dragon. The writing of Liuyun font has his unique formula, but the writing can be, but to have this ethereal meaning through the paper, it requires the comprehension of the realm. Fortunately, Ning Yue, who has mastered the formula, is much better than others even if she can't completely write the Liuyun font.

In less than an hour, Ning Yue opened the door with two Liuyun scripts. Jia Yuanwai hurriedly greeted him, "Ning Gongzi?"

"This is a fake Liuyun copybook, this one is real. You will really hide in a hidden place, and I will sit in this hall in this hall. You also arrange for the nursing home to guard the light and dark, and you must make sure that the fake is real. ”

"Tut-tut...... Ning Gongzi is good at calligraphy, even if the two calligraphy sheets are close to each other, I didn't even find any difference. In addition to the ethereal air flow on the original handwriting, this fake Liuyun calligraphy can actually be made of fake and real? If Ning Gongzi sells calligraphy and paintings for a living in the future, he can also earn tens of thousands of family fortunes......

It is really difficult to change the business Jia's nature, and he does not leave the three sentences to make money. But when he thought that he could make so much money from scratch, how could he do it without digging into the eyes of money?

Jia Yuanwai didn't care where Ning Yue hid the real handiwork, he wanted to play Sun Tzu's Art of War with the moon boy now. As the so-called virtual is real, the real is virtual, and Ning Yue must protect the fake as the real one.

Not to mention the bright and dark whistles, in order to deal with the light skills of the moon stepping prince, Ning Yue even prepared twenty large fishing nets and fifty pairs of Orion bows and arrows. If it weren't for the non-allowment, Ning Yue even wanted to get a military crossbow. After everything was ready, Ning Yue swaggered in the middle of the hall, and there was a brocade box containing Liuyun calligraphy on the altar behind her.

As the night deepened, the hour drew nearer. In Jiafu, there is an urgency that the mountain rain is coming, as if facing the enemy. Every nurse in the courtyard glared at the round eyes and scanned the surroundings like an eagle, afraid that they would let go of the figure of the moon stepping boy in the blink of an eye.

The chirping of insects in the middle of the night corresponds to the full moon in the sky, and the moon gradually climbs overhead. Today on the fourteenth, in Ning Yue's eyes, the moon is already very round. Since the moon boy said that he wanted to step on the moon to get it, maybe it really came in the moon.

The time was approaching, and there was silence in Jiafu. Except for the sound of insects, only the crackling sound of burning torches remained. All eyes were staring at the Liuyun script on the altar, afraid that they would disappear in the blink of an eye.

"When-when-when-" There was a crisp sound, and the time had come. Everyone's hearts were raised, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the altar. The brocade box is still the brocade box, and the Liuyun script is still on the table.

Time passed minute by minute, and the figure of the moon-stepping boy never appeared, and the hearts of everyone never let go. I don't know who said, 'Not coming?' and the whole hall suddenly erupted in cheers.

"The Moon Rider didn't come, he was afraid, he retreated in the face of difficulties-" Cheers, cheers, this is their victory, it is their determination that scares off the Moon Stepping Boy! Not only the Guardian Yuan, but even Jia Yuanwai also cheered with the Guardian Courtyard.

Ning Yue touched her nose with a sly smile and shook her head gently, "Sure enough, it's the same as I guessed!"

"The Liuyun notebook has arrived, thank you Jia Yuanwai for your hospitality, Yu Mou will go-" A white figure swept across and flew towards the moonlight like Chang'e running to the moon.

No one knows how the Moon Rider appeared, but everyone saw how the Moon Rider left. It really came and went without a trace, only to fly up lightly and disappear into the moonlight in an instant.

Everyone looked at the hall suspiciously, Liuyun calligraphy was stolen? Impossible, obviously not in that way? When all the nursing homes were staring at each other inexplicably, Jia Yuanwai's face turned iron blue, and he slapped his knee to reveal a look of annoyance.

"Oh no, it's over—" he said as he ran to the backyard. Ning Yue never thought that a fat man with short limbs could run so fast.

Jia Yuanwai ran to the backyard, and sure enough, there was a big pit next to an osmanthus tree, and the soil that had just been turned out was scattered around. That's where he buried the real Flowing Cloud Script, and now, it's empty.

"It's over-it's gone?--I'm going to ...... the moon treading boy who killed a thousand knives I'm going to...... I'm going to issue a reward order!" Jia Yuanwai was so angry that the blue tendons on his forehead flared up, and he staggered to hold on to the white marble pillar beside him and roared breathlessly.

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient!" Ning Yue slowly swayed to the backyard with a smile on her face, "The one you hid here is also fake!"

"What?" Jia Yuanwai turned his head sharply and stared at Ning Yue with burning eyes, "It's also fake?

This afternoon, I actually made a total of two fake letters. One pair is seventy percent, the other is thirty percent! Sure enough, the moon boy was deceived by us. ”

"Oh?" Jia Yuanwai instantly turned from sadness to joy, "Really, where is the real copy?"

Ning Yue secretly glanced at the system and found that there was no indication that the task had been completed. Instantly, he stared at Jia Yuanwai with a serious face, "Judging from what happened just now, it is not safe for the authentic work to be kept by you." Do you think that the Moon Stepping Boy will give up on this? Before this matter is settled, Liuyun Script should be put here with me. ”

"Okay, good, it's better......" Jia Yuanwai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a happy face.

A figure streaked across the full moon, as fast as a streamer. Ordinary snitches are all black-clad and masked, but Yu Lang does the opposite. Every time he made a move, he was dressed in white and holding a white fan, stepping on the moon and driving away on the clouds.

A gust of wind blew into the inn's room. After a while, the oil lamp gradually turned on. The brocade box in the hands of the dancer with a smug face on Yu Lang's face was gently placed on the table and opened carefully.

The scroll was opened, and one by one the Liuyun fonts appeared in Yu Lang's eyes, "It is worthy of Mr. Liuyun's Liuyun calligraphy, every word is like a charming beauty dancing on paper, and the light cloud yarn is full of fairy energy......"

Suddenly, Yu Lang's expression froze, his face gradually turned red from white, and then turned iron blue in a blink of an eye, and finally his face became pitch black. staring at the Liuyun script in a daze, Yu Lang's eyes kept flickering.

After a while, Yu Lang suddenly laughed, "Hehehe...... Interesting...... It's really interesting! I even looked away, who could do it so fakely?" After speaking, his figure flickered, and Yu Lang's figure was no longer seen in the room, as if he had once again turned into smoke and disappeared into the sky.

After a peaceful night, Ning Yue was arranged in the guest room of Jiafu. The enthusiastic Jia Yuanwai also sent three beauties from Qingfeng Pavilion to sleep. If it weren't for the resolute resignation, maybe there would be no bones left for Ning Yue to eat by now.

"It's not good--Ning Gongzi, Ning Gongzi-" Early in the morning, Ning Yue was woken up by a fierce knock on the door, looking at the genius Meng Meng, Ning Yue dared to bet that it must not be five o'clock or half past four o'clock now.

When I opened the door, I saw Jia Yuan's sweaty pestle outside the door, at a loss.

"Jia Yuanwai, why are you so flustered?"

"Ning Gongzi, look!" said Jia Yuanwai, handing over a pure white incense Han, and the paper still exuded an elegant orchid fragrance.

"Last night, the sky was not beautiful, and it was taken by Your Excellency as a fake. Tonight, Yu will step on the moon and come again, sincerely, you will not bear Yu to go back and forth in vain. ”

"I can't bear your sister!"