The Lord who use immortals as food

Pei Ye watched the young man's figure quiet for a moment, then gently stretched out his finger.

The moment he touched it, his mind instantly fell into this figure.

It’s the first sunny day since autumn in Dahu Mountain. The sky is cloudless and the sky is so bright that you can clearly see an eagle 800 meters away.

In the mountains around the cliff, the flowers have withered away early, leaving only dry stems, but the color of the grass is still there, and the high forests are deep and green. Even in such a cold place, the winter that fades everything is far from coming.

Yang Yan was wearing a thin shirt. At such an age, he never felt "cold". The high sun even made him feel a little sunburned. After coming out of the knife field, he was still sweating lightly, and his skin was still glowing red. He held his knife and ran towards the mountain against the wind.

Stepping on grass and jumping over rocks all the way, like an agile black panther, the young man didn't even look at the right path. He stepped on a straight line and flew up to a well-located courtyard in the cliff. The old pines rooted in the cliff covered the quiet courtyard wall. Yang Yan panted lightly and quickly walked into the shadow and pushed open the courtyard door.

"Brother!"

The young man crossed the yard in three or five steps, opened the door with a bang, turned two steps, and a young and tall figure appeared in front of him. Sitting at the table, he had just closed a blue-sealed book without words and pushed it aside, and put a pen on the shelf with his other hand.

"It's it again, what are you writing every day?" Yang Yan smiled and reached for the book.

"Hey!" He was immediately held away by a forearm, and the young man turned his face, "It's business, don't move."

This was the second time Pei Ye saw this face, at such a close distance, in such clear light, and his expression had not yet turned into cold iron.

Pei Ye memorized it carefully - the lips were thin and the nose was straight, the face was softer than angular, the eyebrows and the corners of the eyes were raised diagonally, it was a clean and upright face, the eyebrows were smart and sharp.

Yang Yan didn't care, and forgot about it in a blink of an eye. When he retracted his hand, he already held Meng Li's wrist and said excitedly: "Come out and practice sword practice with me!"

"You're a little annoyed." The young man smiled helplessly.

"come out faster!!"

Yang Yan pulled Meng Li to the courtyard, Hengdao took five steps back and said, "Draw your sword at me."

Meng Li raised his hand, and the long sword placed in the courtyard unsheathed and flew into the palm of his hand. He held a brisk sword flower in his hand, and the sword power rose from the air - the shocking temperament caught Pei Ye off guard.

"Wait, wait!" Yang Yan quickly stopped, "I'll get ready first."

Meng Li pressed down the hilt of his sword and nodded.

The afternoon sun fell quietly, and the young man stood quietly. His breathing gradually merged with the rhythm of his body's muscles and bones, and then slowly calmed down together.

With his hair hanging down, the young man was as quiet as an old pine tree. At this moment, he gently held the handle of the knife and raised his eyebrows at the young man in front of him.

A sword that was neither strong nor weak was struck suddenly, and the air flow in the courtyard was divided. Yang Yan gently twisted his waist with a sideways step, and made a mysterious arc with the sword. The whole person was knocked out of the courtyard door by the sword, and the long knife fell on the stone slab. Go up, the clang has been ringing for a long time.

"." Meng Li threw his sword back into its sheath and looked out of the courtyard speechlessly.

After a few breaths, Yang Yan crossed her arms and walked in again: "You used too much force."

Meng Li was too lazy to pay attention to him: "I thought you really learned it."

Yang Yan was a little dissatisfied: "I used it in the knife field."

Meng Li picked up the knife, but was not in a hurry to return it to the boy. He lowered his head and lightly rubbed the blade with his finger.

Yang Yan came over and said, "Give it back to me."

"You should work harder and learn the second part sooner." The man said softly.

"knew."

Meng Li nodded, raised his head with a normal expression, handed him the knife, then turned and walked into the house: "Then I'll go and get busy first-"

The body suddenly leaned forward, and the left foot seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread. The person fell forward. His right foot quickly adjusted, but another thread was involved, and he pushed his left foot forward again. The next moment With the influx of zhenqi, a few strands suddenly broke. Meng Li staggered several steps to avoid falling and chewing mud.

Behind her, Yang Yan could no longer control herself, holding the knife and smiling like a live shrimp.

Meng Li stared and turned around: "What?!"

The young man's face was filled with pride: "I found this myself."

"You are getting more and more courageous. Are you going there secretly?"

"Humph." Yang Yanxiao, "I want you to tease me with new things all the time."

"What is this?" Meng Li stepped forward with interest.

"It's called 'Knife Wire'." Yang Yan took back the messy silk and showed it to his senior brother proudly, "After applying it on your weapon for a period of time, when it collides with another weapon, it will cling to it on its own, and then quickly move towards it. It spreads all over the body.”

Meng Li took the cold little ball and looked at it curiously.

"I've tried it. It turns into a light mist when the true energy is injected into it. Once the supply of true energy is cut off, it condenses back into chaotic threads." Yang Yan said, "So it's still triggered by the true energy. It's invisible and insensible. It's just a moment. Earn it and break it.”

"That's another little thing making fun of people." Meng Li picked it up with his fingers and held it in the air to look at it.

Yang Yan poked him gently from the side.

"what?"

"That." Yang Yanfu whispered, "Would you like to give this to Master to try?"

"." Meng Li leaned back and looked at him, with two bright, eager eyes hanging on the boy's shy face.

"Why do you always want to do this kind of thing?"

Yang Yan's eyes widened: "I think? Setting up cold water, dismantling steps, painting turtles, shaving beards, Puzhong thorns and laxatives, is that what I want?"

"..." Meng Li was speechless, "Today is different from the past. There is no point in teasing Master all the time. I am already in the same realm as him."

That's what he said, but there was obvious hesitation on the young man's face.

"So what." Yang Yan shouted, and then he was silent for a moment. His voice became quieter and was only a little clear in the cliff wind. "I see, you guys seem to be quite fierce these days when they are always quarreling."

Meng Li also calmed down for a moment and took a breath: "It's not because we quarreled."

Yang Yan looked at him.

"Okay." Meng Li didn't know what he thought of and smiled, "I'll tease him."

So Yang Yan also laughed: "That's right, it's so awkward. You will be twenty in a few days. You really made him anxious, and he won't even give you a word by then."

Meng Li haha.

"But once this is exposed, our other treasures will have to be careful, they will definitely be investigated." Yang Yan said seriously, "We have to hide it."

"Yes." Meng Li came back to his senses, "Where is he hiding?"

"The peach tree we planted didn't die last year. We wrapped it up with a cloth and buried it underneath."

Meng Li rolled his eyes: "The old man knows your places as soon as he closes his eyes, and he smells earthy."

"Then put it in the eaves of your back room."

Meng Li smiled: "You are so stupid."

Yang Yan was not unconvinced and looked at him habitually: "Then what do you say?"

".If I want to hide something, I must have my own style."

"for example?"

"For example." Meng Li thought for a while, "In the quiet hall where Master worships the Buddha, the Buddha statue is lifted up, its butthole is dug out, and it is stuffed inside."

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"Whatever you want to see, can you tell me it's okay?"

"That's okay." Yang Yan swallowed and remembered his ideas of burying thorns in futons and laxatives, etc., and said with some hesitation, "Senior brother, why do you always want to go to that weird place?"

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Meng Li frowned and looked at him quietly: "It's a coincidence, what else?"

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Yang Yan's life is really simple. She goes from the mountain to the mountain every day. In addition to practicing swordsmanship and studying, she goes out to the lake and into the forest.

Hushan Sword Sect seems to be quite different from ordinary sects. There is a quite clear boundary between the three masters and apprentices representing the direct lineage and the outer lineage. This boundary can also be seen with the naked eye - on the central main mountain, except for the three There are no other disciples.

It is true that Yang Yan did not have much friendship with other people. These days, the senior brother was often missing. The master could always be seen once or twice a day on weekdays, but now he has not come down for three days in a row.

Yang Yan knew that Master's health was getting worse day by day, but it was okay not to meet him for the time being. He also had his own plan - Master told them last year that he had a very precious white eagle when he was young, but unfortunately he lost it during a hunt. , and haven’t seen it since.

Earlier this year, Yang Yan and her senior brother bought a young snow-white eagle from an eagle farmer at the foot of the mountain. Now it is flying high. Yang Yan's mission these days is to tame it and give it to his master on his birthday. .

However, although the young man was not too worried, he was still a little bothered by what happened in the past few days. From time to time, he would frown and look at the residence of his master and senior brother, with worry about their relationship written on his face.

Especially after chatting with his senior brother that day, he never got a reply. After Yang Yan released the snow sculpture that day, he couldn't help but look at the towering mountain in a daze.

It was only after Yang Yan came out of the valley that he felt more and more proudly that the terrain of his sect was strange. The back of the mountain outside the valley was naturally a cliff tens of thousands of feet high, and no one could climb up it. However, the front side also couldn't reach the top.

The highest point is actually only the middle and upper parts, and then there are high cliffs as steep as standing rocks, covered with year-round ice.

There is no place to climb, and no one wants to climb up. Moreover, the main hall of Hushan Sword Gate is built under this high cliff, blocking the only way up. The leader lives here all year round.

This is also the reason why master and disciple don't meet often. As the two young people grow up, they like Yamashita more and more, while the master often never leaves the main hall.

Yang Yan was wandering in the sky when suddenly a voice came from his ears: "Yang Yan! What are you doing sitting here?"

He turned around and saw Senior Sister Huayu from Uncle Zhao's sect, walking back carrying a rabbit. This is the closest lineage to them. Yang Yan pointed to the sky with a smile: "Fang the eagle, senior sister."

"What's the use of this eagle? You've been alive for five years. Climb to the top of the tree and you can catch up with anyone you see."

Yang Yan kept the gift a secret and thought hard about the reason: "Uh-huh, the eagle flies so high. It can see everything that no one can see. It can give us a warning."

Huayu rolled his eyes slightly: "Let me give you a warning first. I was delivering wild animals to the mountain just now, and I saw your senior brother coming out of the hall with a sullen face. He chopped up the big piece of ice two people high with one sword. It was scary. I didn’t even dare to go up and speak.”

Yang Yan was stunned for a moment, and her attention was inexplicably diverted to a strange place: "Is it the place where we climbed up the Arhats when we were kids?"

"That's it!"

Yang Yan held the knife and climbed up this quiet mountain again.

Yang Yan arrived at her senior brother's yard first. When she got there, she locked the door, which was rare. She looked in through the window lattice and saw a pen and a blue book on the table, but there was no sign of a man.

There wasn't much place on the mountain. Yang Yan knew where else he wanted to go, so he headed to the library as soon as he left.

When he reached an intersection with a wide view, he raised his head and looked up. The distant hall stood in the white mist. The big icicle at the door that blocked half of the eaves was indeed gone.

When I came to the library pavilion, I pushed open the tall and heavy door, and the sunlight poured in through various gaps. The wind was shut out, and the pavilion was as quiet as ever with a faint smell of paper.

Yang Yan turned around the two-story bookshelf and was startled by the sight in front of him. He knew that his senior brother often looked through things secretly, but he would always restore everything to the perfect original state. But now the books were scattered and messy, and some were in disarray. Throw it on the ground like that, with the front and back folded together, and you can't see the original appearance at all.

Meng Li was leaning on the bookshelf, not looking through anything. He put his hands on his knees and looked out the window motionlessly.

"Senior brother," Yang Yan whispered.

Meng Li shook his head and came to his senses: "Ah, Xiaoyan, what's wrong?"

"Did you quarrel with Master again?"

"Ah, it's nothing." Meng Li stretched and stood up, looked out the window, and picked up his sword, "It's nothing. Just practice your sword and sword well."

"What are you arguing about?"

"." Meng Li did not remain silent this time. He looked at the young man and said, "The position of leader."

"..." Yang Yan's eyes widened, "I don't want to be the leader, senior brother."

Meng Li smiled and whispered: "I think so too."

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Without waiting for Yang Yan to react or say anything, he picked up his sword and strode out of the bookstore, leaving only the young man's back behind.

Yang Yan was stunned for a long time, then turned around and began to collect the scattered books on the ground.

The young man's attention was indeed not on his hands at this time, but Pei Ye caught sight of a few names.

"Six Explanations of Yangyilou Ancient Formation" and "Zhou Formation Orbit". Most of them are books about the formation methods.

The question before "Why does Meng Li look through these books?" is, "Why does Hushan Sword Sect have so many books on formations?"

Yang Yan walked down the mountain in a daze. It was already dark. The young man raised his head and looked at the main hall on the top of the mountain. He hesitated but didn't go up. He turned around and returned to his courtyard.

Just as the candle was lit, an owl shadow hit the window with a "Pulling" sound. Yang Yan was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered the white eagle that he had forgotten. Unexpectedly, it found it back on its own. He quickly opened the window, and the cold and powerful The feathered wings and hard claws pounced on him, chirping at him restlessly.

"Okay, stop making trouble." The young man held down this intelligent white bird absentmindedly. He was not in the mood to play with it tonight, so he fed it meat and water and put it back in the cage.

Under the night sky, the autumn sky was clear, and the young man leaned on the bedside and looked out the window with some sadness.

"Tomorrow is the day when senior brother will be crowned and named. This day is so important, but the two of them are still having conflicts."