The Lord who use immortals as food

"Boy." Feng Zhi raised his eyes and said, "I heard from Lin Lin that you have a good bone. Will you still be willing to practice martial arts after your injury is healed?"

"Yes, Lord Feng."

"Master Shen, good master." Feng Zhi pointed at Shen Yanping, "He is indeed not as good as Lin Lin in terms of teaching, but he has another big advantage. Although Master Shen works at the Immortal Platform, he actually learned his skills from Xiao Xiao Yunshan is the ninth generation descendant of the 'Rouyun' lineage."

Shen Yanping smiled gently and bitterly: "It's really useless. I'm just a teacher in the Li family. But if little brother Pei doesn't mind, you can practice martial arts with me for three years. When the period is over, I can send you to this mountain to learn martial arts."

Pei Ye felt warm in his heart, moved his throat, and thanked: "Thanks to Master Feng for taking care of me and Master Shen's love, I am willing to accompany Master Shen when the Dantian Zhong recovers."

Shen Yanping lifted him up and said with a smile: "You don't have to be so polite. You see, Mr. Feng always calls me by my first name. Even if we become disciples in the future, we can get along with each other casually."

Pei Ye's nose felt sore and she could only say goodbye.

There may be Lin Lin among them, but the kindness of the two adults still surprised him.

Recommending him to Shen Yanping so that he could climb Xiaoyun Mountain was originally the future that Lin Lin had planned for him.

Because the young man's talent at that time was indeed in his pocket.

But as the Dantian seeds were broken and recovery was far away, this plan had to be put on hold for the time being. And now that Lin Lin has died, this road has been completely blocked.

Unexpectedly, Feng Zhi was a rough man and always spoke in a arrogant manner. He had only met Pei Ye a few times, but he kept this matter in mind and personally set up a bridge to recommend him.

Master Shen didn't mind that he was getting older and his talent was no longer outstanding after he recovered, but he actually accepted the matter and was willing to work hard to send him to Xiaoyun Mountain, giving him a bright future in a few years.

Martial arts training is a matter of being able to master as many generals as you need, and being as particular as you need to be particular about.

Anyone who knows how to box and kick can learn martial arts by becoming a master. There are always a few sword and boxing manuals taught among gangs in the city and among the horse bandits in the cottage. If a young man from a good family wants to practice martial arts, he usually pays to join a martial arts school. Of course, there are good and bad martial arts schools. And what stands above all the various ways to practice martial arts is to join a famous sect that holds the imperial title.

Not to mention those indescribable martial arts, nor the career prospects such as the Immortal Platform, not to mention the countless human resources, and the immersed vision and knowledge. Even if you practice the same basic set of boxing techniques every day, you will still be able to succeed in the big sects. It has far greater advantages than others.

It should be noted that all warriors who come out of the martial arts world have certain skills and are ruthless and dare to fight, but they always have shortcomings and flaws of one kind or another. Investigating the root causes, one is that there are no serious martial arts secret books. Even if you buy the most common "Fuhu Fist", you may miss some pages; the other is that there is no guidance from a teacher, or the master's level is just that, so practicing martial arts will inevitably lead to half the effort with half the effort. And error-prone. The fist is an inch lower here, the waist is an inch higher there, and accumulated over time, it is full of loopholes; thirdly, the situation is pressing, eager for success, and unable to practice solidly. You may not see anything when fighting with people on weekdays, but when you encounter a well-known and decent person, you will often collapse at the first touch.

The Miao Zi trained in the martial arts school fit the bill of "fairly well-behaved". Basically, they don't have any major faults, but compared to the disciples of the big sect, they appear stiff and inflexible. And when it comes to fighting, they are probably no match for the experienced Jianghu people. Often there is still room for training and improvement.

Although the fraternal sects of Big and Little Yunshan are not at the top level, they are already a holy place that countless people dream of. Wearing the sect uniforms will not lack the respect they deserve.

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Overcast clouds filled the sky, and the sky darkened very early. It was about the time when the sun had just turned to the west. Chang Zhiyuan, holding a staff and wearing a robe, finally walked into the courtyard gate. The old man's pale hair tied up was a little wet and messy. He leaned on the door frame and panted. Take a breath.

"I have selected the seven most likely people. If there are still people like Big Ears and Lin Jue who are difficult to find, there is nothing I can do for the time being."

Pei Ye turned around and saw that they were all young men found in the martial arts hall. Their expressions were different, but they all had a sense of confusion and uneasiness. There were also two young children who looked to be just ten years old. They didn't understand what was going on and were still arguing fiercely in a low voice.

Pei Ye completely understood Chang Zhiyuan's dilemma. He wanted to gather all the people who might be harmed to protect him, but whether the county government had the ability to protect him or not depended on Captain Jing's footsteps.

What if too many people are brought back, and those who don’t have to die are slaughtered by the criminals?

"This matter is not critical." Feng Zhi had already put on the heavy armor and handed the old man a cup of tea. "I have an unexpected thing here. The person who investigated the shoe prints reported that there was actually a person two days ago. The man in black robe went to a tailor shop in this city to buy new shoes, and it was the footprints of the leader."

Chang Zhiyuan frowned. The enemy's calmness was obviously not good news for them.

He turned around and said in a deep voice: "Shen Changjian, has Soul Bird reported back?"

Shen Yanping shook his head: "No, but it should be soon. The rain will inevitably have some impact."

"Okay, everyone, please go inside." Chang Zhiyuan nodded. The old man was the weakest person present, but he seemed to be the backbone of everyone.

Everyone walked quietly towards the house. Chang Zhiyuan also picked up the long stick again and pushed it hard on the ground to support his body upright. But his legs, which had been trekking for a day, became even more sore after such a short rest. He staggered when he took a step, and Shen Yanping quickly supported him.

The old man smiled helplessly: "It's true that 'Old Lotus can die without wind'."

Feng Zhi sat down on the steps outside the door with a halberd leaning against a pillar, while Shen Yanping stood on the eaves with his sword in his arms.

The "most dangerous period" mentioned before is here. Does the other party want to hold the last ceremony on time, or has they realized something was wrong and fled after killing Lin Lin, or do they have more room for flexibility and plan to take advantage of the situation? Didn't the captain take action in advance?

Feng and Chen knew nothing, they could only watch everything around them with hawk-like eyes.

Chang Zhiyuan took Pei Ye and seven others to a room in the backyard, lit candles for them, touched the heads of the two children, and said warmly: "Everyone can sit and lie down as you like. If you are hungry or thirsty, there is tea and snacks in the room next to them. Don’t worry, I’m just calling you here just in case. Stay here for one night and you can go home when you wake up tomorrow morning.”

After saying that, he exited the room. When he closed the door, he looked at the delivered Pei liquid and said softly, "Xiao Pei, please take care of them."

There was visible fatigue between the old man's brows, and Pei Ye nodded: "Don't worry."

Back in the house, the warm candlelight isolated Ye Yu from another world. Pei Ye found a seat among the seven people and sat down. As soon as he sat down, he turned around and met a pair of shining eyes.

I actually received a monthly pass last night, thanks to the "snowy weather and slippery roads".