The Lord who use immortals as food

Under the clear night sky with stars and moonlight, Pei Ye was lying on a lounge chair in the courtyard, with a kitten lying in his arms as quiet as if he had no brains, lighting a candle and holding a book.

Pei Ye thought for a long time before he figured out that the cat was just a "tool" to fulfill the fate of the same fate.

It was not the actual body of Chilong, but something that Chilong had tinkered with in order to let him "save him a little bit." It was probably similar to the fact that he deliberately lost to his children when playing grass fighting with them.

People from the state capital arrived at the end of the day. Pei Ye went there and said that the special envoys from Shenjing suspected that the case was related to the purpose of their trip and asked the state capital to take the case. So Pei Ye can cooperate with their investigation at that time.

After talking about business, Pei Ye stayed in the county office and ate a light meal in the hall with a few adults. The adults from the state capital were quite warm and friendly, calling them "young knights", "juniors", "heroes" and so on. The title was generous, but Pei Ye was really clueless and a real country bumpkin. He didn't understand the praising verses, and he had never heard of the ancient knights who compared them to him. Even if the adults praised them directly without using allusions, he would still be stunned for a while if they accidentally used more elegant words.

After a meal of chicken and duck talk, Pei Ye could not help but feel a little ashamed. Chang Zhiyuan smiled and asked him if he wanted to take two books back and read them. Pei Ye nodded hurriedly.

Chang Zhiyuan took out two books from the bookshelf and was about to ask him whether he wanted to read "The Analects" or "Mencius" first. When he turned around, he saw the young man holding two volumes of Di newspaper and giving him a probing look. He couldn't help but laugh and put the two books away. I put the book back with a lot of recommendations.

At this time, lying in the peaceful courtyard, listening to the distant chirping of insects, bathing in the cool night light, and opening the national newspaper in his hand, Pei Lili felt the laziness he had not seen for a long time.

As usual, we skipped the previous political part and came to the section where the envoys from the southern countries arrived in Shenjing, which we did not take a closer look at last time.

This kind of civil and military competition is, first, active entertainment and promotion. After all, if a delegation from the south comes to Beijing to worship, the people will not pay much attention, but if you talk about how beautiful the accompanying princess is, and how legendary the hero is, they are even more beautiful than a certain genius of the Tang Dynasty. If it is better, it will inevitably lead to rumors, discussions, and even quarrels. Once the quarrel broke out, everyone would naturally pay attention to the southern mission that came every year, subtly planting the knowledge that the two sides were friendly.

The second is to actually enhance exchanges. Due to geographical barriers, there is indeed some confusion between the two sides in terms of mutual understanding of civil and military affairs. Through discussions, they can also confirm and benefit from each other.

The third thing is that the onlookers are most concerned about it, but the official side is relatively obscure.

This is what Pei Ye saw.

The editor obviously understood and did not spoil everyone's interest. After a few brief paragraphs of nonsense, he recorded in detail the process and results of the civil-military comparison.

At the cultural conference, Xu Chuo, the daughter of the late Prime Minister, won the first place in both the [Poetry] and [Policy Theory] categories. The saint personally chose the words for him, and attached the works of this literary leader at the end. Pei Ye took one look at it and I was dazzled and skipped it directly; Wu Bi Da Tang once again unsurprisingly took the top three places, followed by Yan Feiqing, a close disciple of the Qingwei Taoist leader [Inquiry in the Fire], and the 27th generation of Bailu Palace [Sword] Demon] Yang Zhenbing and Right Shenwujun Sige [Sleeping Dragon] Qin Shang.

Yan Feiqing... Pei Ye touched the name gently and was slightly lost in thought.

Just as Cheng Feng admired him, Pei Ye also had his own admirers when he was thirteen or fourteen years old.

I remember that the first time I read the Hefu album was with Uncle Lin. The dazzling names on it made him very distressed, so he asked Uncle Lin who was more powerful.

At that time, Uncle Lin pointed to a name written on the countdown and said: "Headmaster Qingwei's closed disciple, just sixteen years old, a genius. Even though he is currently ranked 889th, within two years, he will definitely advance to the top." Hundred."

In fact, Pei Ye, who is still very young, has no idea about this character, nor the methods of martial arts, nor what he looks like. He just heard that he really won the seemingly impossible battles again and again as he expected. , watching the name "Yan Feiqing" steadily and rapidly climb up the list of hundreds of people in the crane list where it is very difficult to advance even one person, those who were amazed could not help but condense into worship.

I still remember Lin Lin saying: "You practice martial arts hard, and when the time comes, we will recommend you to participate in the martial arts competition. Maybe you can see Yan Feiqing alive when you get to Shenjing."

At this time, these emotions were already unfamiliar, and Pei Ye didn't know where this genius was now on Hefu's list.

If you can win Wu Kuei for your country, you must be in the top thirty at least, right?

After reaching this position, I'm afraid I can't rise as fast as before, right?

Unfortunately, just like Di Bao after a long absence, Pei Ye has not seen He Fu Se in the past three years.

Seeing this familiar name again at this time, his recovered body was a little eager to try. His dream of being on the list of Hefu Xia seemed to have returned too. Pei Ye grabbed the sword beside him and jumped up, dancing in the courtyard. He made a set of flying wild goose sword style on a snowy night.

After dancing once, and still ending with the first move [Cloud Sky Covers Eyes and Lost Feathers], the sword drew a flowing arc and cut into a pear.

Even though he had learned this sword, the wonderful beauty flowing from it still made Pei Ye's mind sway.

He looked at the sword as white as water in his hand with some obsession, and murmured: "I wonder what level this sword style is in this world... Can it make Yan Feiqing feel some pressure?"

"The Sword of Superiority." A voice like clear water on a cool night suddenly came from outside the wall.

Pei Ye suddenly put away his sword and stood up, staring at the courtyard wall. Just now, he didn't feel anyone's prying eyes at all.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean any harm, I'm just continuing what you said." The man stood outside the wall, still speaking in a calm and cool tone, "This sword is cold and deep, the sword moves are already exquisite, and the sword's intention is even more profound. , so far it is enough to be called the first-class sword in the world. And there is another wonderful thing, that is, the sword's intention is not lingering on oneself, but directly directed at the enemy's heart. "Xirige Tan Sword Preface" says, "The sword cuts the bones." , The middle sword cuts the flesh, the upper sword cuts the heart', the sharpest thing about this sword is that it 'questions the heart with blood'."

Last night was the first time this sword appeared in the world since the old man created it in his heart, and tonight is the second time. In other words, the people outside the wall just stood outside and listened to him use it once, and then they analyzed the sword so thoroughly that Pei Ye was so shocked by this vision that he could not speak.

"However, if you want to use it against Yan Feiqing, it is not appropriate." The man said again.

Pei Ye had long forgotten to explain that he didn't want to be an enemy of Yan Feiqing, so he just asked blankly: "Why?"

The people outside the wall didn't seem to think how ridiculous it was for a country boy with no real energy to confront his enemy Yan Feiqing, and they still said calmly and seriously: "Because what Yan Feiqing is not afraid of the most is 'questioning the heart'."

Pei Ye was suddenly enlightened and couldn't help scolding himself for being stupid - the sentence given by He Fushu to Yan Feiqing was to ask the heart in the fire!