The nurses dispersed in a puff of smoke, and searched all over the house. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The entire hall was left with only Ning Yue and the moon-stepping boy who was handcuffed by Ning Yue. The two stared at each other for a while, and then suddenly looked at each other and laughed.

"Your martial arts skills are not high, now there are only me and you, so you are not afraid of me running away?"

"It's all handcuffed to me, can you run?"

"I'm not going to run away if I cut off your hand?"

"You can run out of Suzhou, but is there still a place for you to stand in the world? If you do this, I'm afraid that no one will help you in the Jianghu Martial Arts, right?" Ning Yue asked rhetorically.

"Okay, I'm not running!Where did the first fake Liuyun copybook come from?" Yu Lang asked with a curious face that seemed to let go of something.

"I wrote it!"

"What? you...... How could you ......" Yu Lang's eyes widened in disbelief.

At this moment, a group of people poured into the hall again. The round Jia Ruyu ran like a ball. He was dressed in a white shirt that resembled a snowman piled up on a snowy night in winter.

"He, he, he...... He is...... He is ......" Jia Yuanwai was out of breath and couldn't even finish a sentence, but he tried hard to spit out the words stuck in his throat, and he himself was even more anxious to listen to him.

"Jia Yuanwai, don't worry, I have already arrested him, don't worry!" Ning Yue's words made Jia Yuanwai's anger a little relieved.

It turned out that when the nurses found him, Jia Yuanwai was tied up and thrown in the cupboard. The nurses heard the movement and rescued him, and as soon as he was released, Jia Yuanwai rushed over in a hurry.

Overnight, a hundred guards carried torches to escort Ning Yue back to the Heavenly Shogunate. In the shocked eyes of Baili and the crowd, Ning Yue personally sent the Moon Stepping Boy to the prison of the Heavenly Shogunate.

"If the task is completed, you will be rewarded with 10,000 experience points and 210,000 silver points. ”

This mission experience is more than all the missions since joining the Suzhou Tenshofu combined. It seems that a moon-stepping boy is heavier than the sum of all forces in Suzhou.

Recently, Suzhou has become very peaceful and stable, and the contradictory forces in the past only know how to blindly stumble, but under the adjustment of the Tenshogunate, they have learned to run in and cooperate. Gradually, the prototype of an industrial chain was formed.

There were fewer disputes and frictions, and Ning Yue's tasks were less, and many of the Shogunate's quick and idle people were raised to complain. But they have earned a lot more merit than in previous years, and now someone has proposed to go through the several disobedient forces around Suzhou Mansion one by one, but the proposal is no longer there.

The Qin Heart Sword Spirit and the Innate Changchun Divine Skill actually played a complementary role in cultivation. Every time I finish practicing the Qin Heart Sword Spirit, my internal strength will be exhausted, and then the speed of cultivating the Innate Changchun Divine Skill will be much faster. In this way, Ning Yue estimated that in less than half a year, his internal strength would be able to rise to level above eighteen.

It's just a pity that the progress of the Qinxin Sword Spirit is too slow, this is a kind of epiphany exercise, sometimes, when you realize it, you will realize it, and although there is progress in forced practice, it is definitely not obvious.

There are two days of rest in a month, which can be taken separately or combined. Ning Yue took advantage of the rest time of these two days to plan to go back to Yishui Township. I vaguely remember that his father left him a collection of 10,000 books, which contained dozens of piano scores. I didn't care about it before, but now I have to pay attention, and after knowing how valuable her father's books are, Ning Yue still wants to move the study at home and hide it.

Looking at the gloomy bantam mountain in front of her, Ning Yue suddenly stopped and let out a long sigh. "What do you say I don't agree with you? Every time I walk here, it's not peaceful, and I can't avoid you?

The wind sounded, and a snow-white figure landed on the branch in front of him. The folding fan in his hand is unusually chic, and the hem of the clothes automatically dances like a wicker without wind.

"Is that you?"

"It's me!Ning Yue, your alertness is too bad, I followed you all the way for nearly fifty miles, but you never noticed my tracking. If I hadn't made some noise, I'm afraid you wouldn't have known that I was hanging behind you when you got home, right? If I were going to kill you, I guess you would have even been born by this time. ”

"How did you get out of prison?" Ning Yue relaxed her vigilance after listening to Yu Lang's explanation, he was right, if you want to attack yourself, you will die a long time ago.

"There are two things in the next life that are self-satisfied, the first is this light work, and the second is the ability to open the lock, I dare to boast that there is no lock in the world that can lock my Heavenly Shogunate Prison is naturally also. Yu Lang fell lightly like a feather, and the fragrance of an orchid faintly swept through Ning Yue's snort.

"What kind of lock-picking skill, isn't it more direct to say that it is a snitch?" Ning Yue pursed her mouth disdainfully. Seriously, Yu Lang's demeanor is indeed extraordinary, no wonder he can make such a big name in martial arts.

It's just that Yu Lang, who is admired and imitated by the young generation of Jianghu martial arts, was directly summarized by Ning Yue in two words - pretending to be forced!

Wearing white clothes is pretending, holding a folding fan all year round is also pretending, and all the actions of the thief are even more pretending to be coerced. Because of this, Ning Yue also deeply realized that in order to be prosperous in the martial arts, you must learn to pretend to be forced.

"Why are you following me? Let me warn you first, I'm not interested in men. ”

"I'm not as good as Longyang, I just want to know, how did you know how to flow cloud fonts?"

"Do you want to learn, exchange your light skills!" Ning Yue sneered disdainfully, Ning Yue didn't know if this thing was really Daddy's brainless fan or purely for the sake of vassal elegance.

However, martial arts are the reverse scales of people in the martial arts, unless it is to pass on the mantle, it is impossible to teach their martial arts to others at will, even if it is a husband and wife. The moon boy can break into such a big reputation, ninety percent of this light skill, to take him light work, which is equivalent to his life.

"Okay—"

Ning Yue thought that he had misheard, he actually said okay, staring at Yu Lang's eyes with incredible eyes. The eyes were pure, pure and frenzied. That burst of joy made Ning Yue wonder if she had taken advantage of herself or if he had taken advantage.

"Are you sure you're right?" Ning Yuehu confirmed suspiciously.

"What? Do you want to repent? The gentleman is hard to chase, if you dare to repent, don't blame Yu for being polite......" In an instant, the momentum around Yu Lang swept like a tornado, and the killing intent surged towards Ning Yue's head like a tide. Ning Yue's heart trembled, this Yu Lang looked at his young age, but he was still a congenital master?

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that, I just wanted to make sure, are you really willing to use your unique light skills to write the cloud font?" Ning Yue instantly confessed, even if Ning Yue's martial arts improved by leaps and bounds, there was still a lot of gap between him and the innate master.

"Hmph, Mr. Liuyun's Liuyun font is the pinnacle of calligraphy, beyond the limitations of the mortal world to the calligraphy of the fairy world. In my eyes, not to mention my light skills, even the four great magic skills in the world cannot compare with Mr. Liuyun's Liuyun font. Now that you have said it, you can't help but regret it-"This moon-stepping boy seems to be not just a sassy bag, he is really a terminally ill literary and artistic young man?"

"Boy, you prick up your ears for me and listen, and I'll read you the mantra of the end of the world. After listening to my mantra, you can't help but regret it......"

As he spoke, he grabbed Ning Yue's collar, and the thoughts of the innate realm shot straight out and crashed into Ning Yue's spiritual consciousness sea. The brutal blow seemed to have been struck on the head with a sledgehammer.

"I'm rubbing, I didn't say I didn't want to-"

Countless words seemed to be engraved into Ning Yue's mind, Tianyayue is actually not a traditional light skill, but a set of clever Xia Pan Luck Strength Method, through the heart method can not only show the light skill that stands alone in the world, but also show a set of exquisite leg techniques.

Because it was Yu Lang's direct spiritual empowerment, Ning Yue couldn't know the grade of this set of martial arts. But based on experience, it is estimated that this set of martial arts should at least have a Yu-level grade. The rough spiritual empowerment ended quickly, Yu Lang was okay, only lost some of his essence, but Ning Yue was confused in his head, like a drunken nightmare. It took a long time for Ning Yue's thinking to return to normal.

Ning Yue was very angry at Yu Lang's rough behavior, so she continued to walk towards Yishui Township without looking at Yu Lang, and Yu Lang followed inch by inch. Until he arrived at Ning Yue's house, Yu Lang couldn't wait to ask Ning Yue for Liuyun font. It's not good to be annoyed by Yu Lang, plus Yu Lang's force value is really higher than himself. casually took out a book from the bookshelf and threw it into Yu Lang's arms.

"What is this?"

"The mantra of the flowing cloud font. ”

"Formula? Liuyun font actually has a formula?"

"The rhythm has the palace merchant horn and the micro feather, and the chess game has the rules and regulations, why can't there be a formula for calligraphy? The system of music is too expensive, I hope that the music left by my father is the best goods......

Yu Lang opened the book full of doubts, just glanced at it, his eyes instantly widened, and his mouth opened wide as if his upper and lower jaws had been separated. After a few breaths of sluggishness, Yu Lang suddenly twitched, and ...... The whole body trembled violently like a sieve.

"Liuyun font? turned out to be a whole Liuyun font? and...... And it's the real handiwork of Mr. Liuyun? How could it be? But ...... I wouldn't admit it, it's definitely ......."

Suddenly, the corners of Yu Lang's mouth twitched suddenly, his round eyes moved away from the books, and he slowly turned his neck to look at the rows of bookshelves like walls around him.

The trembling hand slowly stretched out, and the breath was held as if he could hear the sound of the heart pounding against the chest. It took almost all of his strength to pull out a book. After opening it tremblingly, the whole person was messy again.

"Impossible...... How is it possible......? How could it be so flooded?" It was as if his outlook on life had completely collapsed, until Ning Yue walked out with a stack of piano scores, and Yu Lang was still stunned in place.

"What's wrong?" Ning Yue asked blankly.

"It's not true, you tell me it's not true......" Yu Lang's figure flashed, and suddenly appeared in front of Ning Yue's eyes, grabbing Ning Yue's collar and shaking it back and forth, "How can there be so many authentic works of Mr. Liuyun in your house, I have been looking for eight years, and it took eight years to find five pairs, you actually have ten thousand books here, ten thousand books-"