The Lord who use immortals as food

On the fifth day of August, the weather finally cleared up, and the sun broke through the clouds and shone into the small town. The damp and cold that had shrouded it for two days quickly melted away. After the heavy rain washed away, the grass in Fenghuai County was clear and green, the eaves were bright and the tiles were black, and the hazy distant mountains seemed much closer.

When Pei Ye opened his eyes, he was on the county government bed.

A familiar yet unfamiliar sense of relaxation came from the body. The muscles in the limbs were waiting to be unleashed. Every breath could flow freely and smoothly to the bottom of the lungs, while the chest and abdomen were so well-behaved and quiet.

Pei Ye stared at the roof blankly, and it took him a long time to realize that this state was called health.

He straightened his back and sat up. The houses outside the window were still collapsed, but the yard had been cleared.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and the monkey boy came in with tea in his hands. His eyes were still red. He looked up and said "Ah": "Brother, are you awake? I'll call the county magistrate right away." ."

Pei Ye's brain was still a little sluggish. As he watched the boy put down his tea and walked out, he remembered that he should ask about the safety of the boys who were fleeing in other directions.

I turned over and got out of bed. My body was clean and fresh. I lifted up my sweatshirt and saw that the skin on my lower abdomen was smooth and there was no scar at all. The veins in the forearm of his right hand still seemed to be filled with thick blue flames. The abundant sense of power made Pei Ye clenched his fist.

He opened the lid of the tea and looked down. The fire talisman on his forehead had disappeared without a trace.

The door was pushed open again, and Chang Zhiyuan's profound and calm face walked in. The old man's white hair was messy and his brows were tired. His left arm was splinted and hung from his neck. It seemed that it had not been carefully treated.

In an incident, three of the four adults in Fenghuai died, leaving only Chang Zhiyuan to deal with the aftermath. You can imagine the heavy workload that the old man had to shoulder this day.

"Have you rested well? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" The old man's voice was as low and gentle as ever.

"Everything is fine. Master Chang, how are you doing now?"

"Thanks to your Shenwu, the enemy was wiped out last night. Zhang Xiu and Zhao Yizhang also arrived this morning. We have finished inventorying the cellars in the west of the city and are now finishing the work." Chang Zhiyuan said, "The other six victims also survived. , the three people whose limbs were mutilated by the murderer, fortunately Mr. Zhao Yizhang brought a few treasure pills, and the treatment was relatively timely, so they should all be fine."

Pei Ye breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

"The state confirmed that this is a cult named 'Zhushi'. It was almost wiped out fifty years ago. There has been no movement in these years. I didn't expect it to suddenly appear here." Chang Zhiyuan slowly held on to the armrest. Sitting on a chair, he picked up a cup of tea and drank it in one gulp. "Did you hear their purpose when you were in contact with them?"

Pei Ye shook his head, stretched out his right arm and put it in front of Chang Zhiyuan: "It seems like their goal was to turn that murderer into like me."

Chang Zhiyuan said: "When you were in coma, I asked two adults to look at it for you, but they didn't have a clue - does it hurt?"

Pei Ye shook his head: "I don't feel anything. I even feel a lot stronger."

Chang Zhiyuan frowned and sighed: "Well, I don't know anything about this kind of thing, but this case will definitely be handed over to the state government. Let's see what they say then."

Pei Ye nodded.

"Do you have any plans for your future?"

"Planning? I haven't thought about it yet."

"The way to practice martial arts is nothing more than the sect, the army and the court. Your Dantianzhong seems to be a little strange now. The sect path is temporarily blocked, but the other two sides are fine. I have an official document in my hand, and I want to Recommend local talents to participate in the Golden Autumn Martial Arts Competition at the end of the month. You know, next year's Shenjing Martial Arts Competition, Bowang Prefecture has three places, and this Golden Autumn Martial Arts Competition will determine the first one." Chang Zhiyuan said, "If you are interested , I will report you."

Pei Ye was startled before he realized that it was the time when countless warriors in the world were eager to try.

The opportunity that I had dreamed of two years ago to compete with the strongest players in the entire state suddenly appeared in front of me. Before my brain could think about it carefully, my body had already nodded: "Okay."

"Okay, there's nothing else to do." Chang Zhiyuan smiled slightly and tapped his leg lightly, "We will handle the chores later, you go back and have a rest first. Wait for the people from the state office and Xianren Terrace in the evening Now that I’m here, I need you to come forward.”

"good."

"Well, if you have any ideas in your mind, you can come to the county office to see me at any time."

The two walked out of the county government office side by side. Just as Pei Ye was about to leave, Chang Zhiyuan slapped his forehead and said, "By the way, wait a moment."

He turned around and walked back to the county office. When he came out, he held a sword and a basket, and said with emotion: "As I get older and can't sleep, my memory becomes worse - your sword. And the pear tree in the backyard broke last night." , you should carry a basket of pears that are scattered all over the floor, otherwise it would be a pity if they go bad."

Pei Ye took the clean sword and the washed and shiny pears and thanked them.

After walking out for about three to five feet, another old voice came from behind: "Xiao Pei!"

Pei Ye turned around, and Chang Zhiyuan's somewhat rickety figure was still standing in front of the steps. Seeing Pei Ye turning around, the old man raised his left hand with difficulty, held his right thumb, bowed his head, and bowed deeply.

…

Pushing open the faded wooden door with peach charms, a thin jujube tree stands in the yard. This jujube tree has never produced dates since Pei Ye can remember, and its wrinkled and shriveled temperament is as indifferent as the old man in black under the tree. two.

After several lives and deaths, this day of separation seems to have been lengthened.

"Grandpa Yue." Pei Ye shouted.

"Huh?" The old man raised his head.

Pei Ye took the handle and took it out of the sheath.

The small courtyard was quiet, and the old man's body trembled. Pei Ye clearly felt that the body in front of the sword was reacting instinctively. It might have twenty ways to deal with this sword, but the broken muscles and bones destroyed this body. The impulse pulled him back, and the old man finally just trembled a few times and coughed twice.

"Did you see it?" Pei Ye said.

"Bingtian jade flies over the white snow at night, the old wild goose shines on the silver mirror, and the white horse enters the reed flowers." The old man closed his eyes and smiled, "Yes, this is the first style."

Pei Ye also laughed happily.

"You have understanding. This sword style is difficult to get started with. Now that you have learned the first sword, the subsequent sword styles will be much easier." The old man narrated, "There are five sword intentions in this sword. You have understood the 'Fear of Losing Feathers' ', there is still the cold of winter, the loneliness of being separated from the group, the tranquility of the snowy night and the desperate flight. Remember that only by concentrating on the sword can you make progress..."

Pei Ye watched the old man hold his head high, laboriously and intoxicatedly describing the swordsmanship he had created in his heart.

Pei Ye has always had a kind of awe of the old man's past that he didn't dare to disturb, but after truly understanding the sword's state of mind, he did have an urge to ask.

Wild geese fly on a snowy night. Wild geese fly on a snowy night. Wild geese originally migrate in autumn. Why is there a lone wild goose in the sky on a snowy night?

Why did the old man create such a sword technique? Why did such a talented swordsman end up in such a situation? Is he still struggling to fly in the desperate situation of being cold and alone? Where is the south in his heart?

Pei Ye finally swallowed these questions and waited quietly for the old man to finish talking about swords. He took two pears and washed them at the well, and gave one to the old man.

Back in the house, Pei Ye picked up the little black dumpling nestled in the basket and looked into its clear blue eyes: "Is it you?"

The kitten just looked at him quietly. After watching this silence for a long time, it gradually became dull, as if it had no soul.

Pei Ye thought of Hei Chi's words "not entirely", and lacking the corresponding knowledge, he didn't understand its current state.

After removing the bandage as instructed, Pei Ye found that the wound on the abdomen had completely healed. Pei Ye felt it was magical and touched it with his hand. It was intact as before, without any scars. But Pei Ye couldn't put it down because of her soft belly, and couldn't help but hold it in her arms and rub it a few more times.