The Lord who use immortals as food

"Mei Qing, you are a very gentle and serious person." The woman led him and pushed open the door on the fifth floor of Zhulou. There was a rather large living room, but no one had lived in it for a long time. The various displays are neatly arranged and quiet. To be able to have such a clean and quiet feeling after being placed there for a long time is obviously because someone often cleans and sweeps them.

"When he was alive before, he was the great master in the sect. His name was very prestigious, but in fact, each lineage had different inheritances. The disciples only got together to learn a few common swordsmanships when they were young. Therefore, this position It’s really just about teaching a group of kids.”

Pei Ye walked in slowly. There was an entire wall covered with bookshelves, and all kinds of papers were neatly organized.

"But he likes it very much, and he does it very seriously." The woman's voice became much softer after she walked in, and she pointed to the upper column, which was crowded with hand-copied booklets, "Those are all the things he taught a few subjects. Notes on swordsmanship.”

Pei Ye took out a volume and read it, and truly understood the "gentleness and seriousness" in the woman's words, Mingming's extremely concise swordsmanship, the man carefully considered each item how to describe it better, there were many different names on the margin of the page, the names of the students The pros and cons, who might have encountered what problems where, were all recorded.

The level is also very high.

Pei Ye put the book back and scanned the bookshelf again. In addition to the sword book, history books, scholars, and anthologies accounted for the most parts. The rest were some technical books, such as chess, flowers and trees, and sword appreciation. Pei Ye Suddenly his eyes stopped.

He turned around and said, "Master Xu, do you like to study the Tao of Instruments?"

"Yes." Xu Chang looked up and said, "He finds it interesting and likes to do it for fun."

Pei Ye nodded.

"In my free time on weekdays, I just play with chess, calligraphy and painting." Xu Chang stood quietly for a while, turned around and came to the front, where various leftover furnishings were placed. The scrolls of calligraphy and painting were stacked into a hill, and a guqin lay across the center. , there is no dust on the strings. Further ahead is a high platform facing the wind, where a table with a chess board is placed. "Sometimes we play chess there."

Pei Ye picked up a scroll and slowly unfolded it. There was a spring scene in the painting, with a cute crabapple in pink and white, and a woman in a light green spring dress under the tree. She pointed at the painter's hand and smiled gently and innocently. Everything was as fresh as New grass shoots.

'Who is this--'

When Pei Ye's words reached his throat, he realized that this was Xu Shang back then. He was startled and closed it again.

"That was eight years ago." The woman next to him smiled.

"You two must have a good relationship."

"At that time, I was blaming him for only sending me one letter after two months of being away. It turned out that he actually sent me four letters, three of which I went out to play by myself and didn't receive. But I was still looking for reasons to blame. Him." Xu Chang's pale lips curled up, "Later, he made me a small magic weapon that would chirp when he received a letter from him."

The woman lowered her head, took off a green jade pendant from her waist, and held it in front of Pei Ye. It is about the size of a thumb, carved into the shape of a blue bird standing on a branch, and the silk is tied in the hollow, which is very delicate.

"That's it. It sounds quite nice when it's called." Xu Shang stroked it, "But then I couldn't hear it anymore."

"." Pei Ye pursed her lower lip, "How did Senior Zhang pass away later?"

".I don't know." Xu Chang smiled sadly, "I still don't know. After he left suddenly like that, he never came back."

"I was so useless back then. He never told me anything that bothered me." The woman said in a daze.

On a spring night eight years ago, the warm wind blew open the flowers planted last year in the pots. Xu Chang squatted beside them and held her chin in happiness for a long time. Nine-year-old Zhang Jingbi was running around in the building when he was naughty, ignoring his mother's advice about practicing swordsmanship.

However, Zhang Meiqing came back in silence, walked into the study with her head lowered, and did not come out for two hours.

It wasn't until late at night when everything was quiet, when Xu Chang knocked on the door full of worry, that the man raised his eyes with sad red eyes.

The kid committed suicide anyway.

Xu Chang knew that her husband had always had a student he liked very much, named Ji Feng.

When she first joined the fencing class a few years ago, the man told her that this child was the son of a maid who lost his mother at the foot of the mountain when he was young. He also worshiped the most stern and ruthless Xianqiao Peak. Sensitive, careful, kind, thoughtful, and pitifully hard-working.

Compared with Zhang Jingbi, who had no treasure at home but didn’t work hard, it was the other extreme. The man always paid attention to him, and gradually he began to carefully ask the man some kendo questions. Slowly, the big one and the small one became more and more similar. A teacher is like a friend.

This kind of friendship lasted from the age of eleven to seventeen. Even though they had returned to the peak to learn swordsmanship, the two still maintained a close friendship.

During this period of time, this disciple almost became the man's favorite, especially when he couldn't help criticizing his own son, he couldn't help but bring it up, which often made Xu Shang a little dissatisfied.

He even asked Xianqiao Peak many times to bring this young man over, but since he was also the only talented disciple of Xianqiao Peak, he naturally couldn't make the trip.

"I'm not taking advantage of others." Faced with his wife's complaints, the man sighed softly, "It's because Xiaofeng is sensitive and fragile. His mother died early and his father was a promiscuous man. He regards his junior brother Dai who took him up the mountain as a teacher and a father. I rely on you and work hard no matter how strict the requirements are, but you and I both know that Junior Brother Dai is utilitarian and ruthless and only regards his apprentice as a sword-learning machine. I am afraid that Xiaofeng will be hurt sooner or later."

The day has come.

In that year's "Tiesong Sword Theory", Ji Feng, who had high hopes from Xianqiao Peak and wanted to avenge his shame, could not withstand the huge pressure. During the fierce battle, he made a mistake with his sword and was defeated by his junior brother who was lower than him. The long sword fell off the cliff and became a stepping stone for others to become famous.

Dai Xiu became furious in front of everyone and scolded him in public as being worse than a pig or dog.

Zhang Meiqing was not on stage that day. After hearing about the incident, she hurried to Xianqiao Peak. In the small courtyard where he often came, the young man was kneeling with his head down and his head disheveled, his eyes were gray and sad, and there were still palm prints on his face.

Zhang Meiqing knelt down and comforted her with heartache, but Dai Shangyu walked in mid-sentence.

Zhang Meiqing pushed him out of the door, and the two peak masters almost fought on the top of the peak. Finally, amid the obstruction of everyone and Ji Feng's kneeling and crying, Zhang Meiqing pursed her lips and retreated. Before leaving, she made an agreement with the young man to come see him the next day, and There is a lot to say to him.

When the man came back that night, he talked about it with Xu Chang. Xu Chang even comforted him that misfortunes depended on blessings. Since Dai Shangyu was disgusted, Caiwufeng could find a way to get him over.

Unexpectedly, when the man went out today, he would come back with such bad news.

Ji Feng jumped off a cliff with his sword in hand and died, leaving nothing behind but the sword.

After this incident happened, the man fell into an unextricable depression. That night he buried his head in his wife's arms and sobbed softly: "I could pull him back, but he didn't even give me a chance to finish what he said."

The woman quietly patted the back of his head. Many tragedies happened every day in the world, but when things have become the result, everyone can only accept it.

Zhang Meiqing's state had been very depressed those days, so Xu Shang didn't notice when he changed from sad silence to heavy coldness.