The Lord who use immortals as food

This is the most detailed and organized record since I compiled this set of notes.

There is no description of the picture. The long note simply records the ripples on the sound-writing paper plainly and accurately, tracing all the sounds that the man heard while sitting alone in the study that night into the eyes of the reader one by one.

The voice-writing paper is hidden in the hilt of the sword, and the sword is stored on the third floor of the back building of the law enforcement hall. In the past six months, most of the case evidence has been stored here. The back of the room is a barrier, the left and right are storage rooms, and the front is for handling cases on duty. hall.

In this environment, I will record everything I heard here.

【Chen hour】, activated.

There was a lot of noise outside the door. Several people were walking around, asking, checking, and talking. The sound of wind behind the building was endless.

[At the third quarter of the hour], a footstep approached, the key entered the hole, and the lock opened crisply. The door opened, and the noise outside was clear for a moment. He stepped in and shouted back, "Is that your waistband?", and then left with his belongings, closing the door and locking it without touching the sword.

[From Chen hour to the end of You hour], the wind sound is slightly weaker, and the noise coming and going outside the door gradually becomes low and thin.

[Hai Shi], people stood up and left their seats one after another, counting five.

A young man smiled: "Elder Gan, this junior will take the first step."

The sound of turning pages stopped, and the old man said slowly: "Well, go slower on the road."

As everyone left, there was a thick "squeak" as the door to the outer hall opened. When it was closed, it was so light that it was almost unheard.

Then the human voice disappeared, only the crackling of the fire and candles, and the occasional sounds of grinding ink, unfolding paper, coughing, and making tea, but no other noise.

About eight minutes later, someone stood up and left his seat.

The pen is put down, the book is hinged, the scroll is put into the tube, the candle is extinguished, the sword is raised, a slight cough is heard, and then the footsteps gradually become distant and faint, and the hall door opens and closes with a "squeak".

The door locked, the owl screamed outside the window, and everything was silent.

[At the beginning of Zishi].

(The man’s writing suddenly became more detailed.)

It was still completely silent, and the ripples on the writing paper almost formed a straight line. There were one or two slight undulations, which were the sounds of birds flapping at the trees.

The deep silence of the night continued, and time flowed. Nearly an hour passed like this.

【Seven quarters of the hour】

A set of footsteps suddenly appeared in the outer hall. I pulled this section back three times to make sure there was no sound of the door leaf or door lock opening.

The steps are slow, steady and even, heading towards the storage room. I don't think this is the pace of a watchful vigilante.

Getting closer and closer, without stopping until he was right in front of the sword.

Before I left, I confirmed that the door lock of the storage room had an additional Xuanqi array that was not difficult to lock compared to the outer hall, but it also did not make any sound. There was no sound of breathing or friction of clothing during the whole process. The sound produced by this person was very sudden and jumping.

A very slight and clear "clang" sound came from the vibration of the sword itself.

Then there was the sound of the sword being unsheathed, slow and short, it should have only been unsheathed for a moment. After two breaths of silence, it was slowly returned to the sheath.

There seemed to be a very subtle snort. I think if there was no other reason, it should be regarded as a sigh for a person with this level of cultivation.

Suddenly, the wind filled my face, whistling, and ruffling clothes, but it only lasted for a breath and a half, and these sounds became softer at the same time.

The sound of the wind was still there, but it was no longer the roar of being knocked away, but flowing smoothly like water.

The night sounds were no longer separated by a barrier, but were clear and clear. Suddenly, a sharp and short owl screamed very close to the "foot", but it was pulled far away in an instant.

Before the scream fell, the person had already left the range that it could convey.

【The Ugly Moment】

The soft sound of the wind disappeared, and the footsteps stepped on the ground, which was hard and heavy, the sound of stepping on stone, and there was a slight friction of soil and sand.

The sound of wind is very weak here, and the sound of water can be heard in the distance.

The footsteps clicked twenty-seven times in a row. After a slight pause, there was a "squeak" in front of me, and the door was pushed open.

The door leaf was not closed, the sound of the wind was left behind, the footsteps continued inward, and the room was extremely quiet. A very soft voice sounded at this moment: "You killed our talented people just for such a bead?"

The male voice was unfamiliar, soft but not weak.

It came from about two feet in front, but just like the man carrying the sword, no sound belonging to a "human" came out. The location where it was located was only silence in the world of sound.

"If you lose your sword and break your heart, you are no longer a talent." The man's steady and even voice came from three feet above.

His speaking speed was not fast, about 70% to 80% of my usual speaking speed, but he seemed much "younger" in front of the previous person. Generally speaking, senior and elderly people like to speak slowly.

"This is not something I allow." The person in the room said gently.

"I'm sorry, but as far as this matter is concerned, we have to take out this bead before we can get your permission." The man's voice was still even. "We have been talking about 'bones but no flesh, it is difficult to form a real body' over the years. This is the solution I came up with.”

Take two quiet breaths.

The man's voice continued: "This bead stores the disciple's strongest swordsmanship. It is made of Xinpo, which is consistent with the material used for the 'Sword Heart Photo' of the Sword Xiu Academy. After reflecting the eyes, there will be [Input], The three steps of [Rubbing] and [Liuqiu], the sword remains after the person dies, is to "seize the soul and steal the sword."

(The pen and ink become slow and heavy here)

Three quiet breaths.

The person in the room asked: "How can I teach him this kind of sword?"

There is an obvious break in Zhang Meiqing's writing here, and Pei Ye also stopped his sliding fingers at the same time.

After a moment of silence, his eyes continued to move downward, and the man's pen and ink were still writing.

"It's not 'teaching', but 'initiation'." The man said softly, "Just point this bead at the 'heart mirror' and complete the same reflection. A dragon's bone, a sword's flow'. Just a quarter of an hour.”

Ten breaths of silence.

"He can learn the sword one by one on his own - like now. But the progress of each sword is measured in years. When the opportunity comes, we don't have time to wait."

"You don't have time to wait."

"Of course." The man said.

"We have been working hard in the shadows for more than twenty years, just for that coincidence that we don't know when it will come." The man's voice was low, "That's why we must ensure that when it comes, we are ready. ”

"This is equally important to you." The man continued, "Since he can't leave here, we have to bring the meat back. This bead is the pole."

"But I remember we talked about how the 'Bone' amount hasn't even been filled yet."

"It's filled to the day."

"oh?"

"We have found a way in Xilong. With this bead, in the next five years, we can leave Shaolong and go to the west. We can pick at least six fruits by walking along the nine lines over there." The man said flatly, "Expensive At least fourteen pieces can be obtained at the mountain gate, and outside the mountain, [Jinyuzhai], [Yuquan Mountain], and [Five Swords Paradise] have all been harvested."

"Is there one left?"

"There is an abandoned disciple of the True Tradition in [Liangshan Palace], and our people have attached him. In addition," the man paused slightly, "we also have an insurance policy - there is a [Cuiyu Sword Sect] in Bowang State in the far north. ”

"As far as I know, the inheritance of Gu Yufei has been broken."

"Yes, the remaining half just can't reach the threshold of 'flow'." The man paused again, "But when I was there, I had a conversation with the leader. He said that the missing half actually also Having taken away most of the charm of this half, although that half of the sword cannot be recovered, some of the charm can be recovered by studying the sword theory, and that is the direction of his efforts. "

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"I went to see him a few days ago and he already has two very talented disciples."

"It's still undecided."

"But this is also the last line of insurance. If everything goes well, Xilong and Kongtong can be completed. Even if Xilong fails and Kongtong is out of time. When it comes time to use it, the other twenty-three 'streams' must also It’s all together.”

"This bead will allow us to get out." The man finally said, "Many problems will be solved."

Ten breaths of silence.

"But it wants to kill people." The person in the room whispered. "Every time it kills a person, it leaves an extra line. You can prevent those seeking revenge from catching this line, but it will not disappear. In the past, One day in the next few years, these lines may be pulled back.”

"It's just a choice."

Three breaths of silence.

"Okay, I agree." The voice seemed very soft in the silence.

"But don't let any traces of it appear again in Kongtong." The person in the house continued, "There are many eyes and ears in the mountain. The first seemingly seamless attack was noticed by Zhang Meiqing. This is a situation that most people are not vigilant about - once If it is revealed to the public, both you and I will be in danger.”

The man chuckled softly, slightly hoarse because of his low voice: "It's a famous family, indeed a talented person."

"Okay, now let's prove it actually works."

Pei Ye pressed his hand here.

Three years after taking [Xiting Heart] from Hushan Sword Gate, Pei Ye saw his traces again.

What he is doing now is Huansilou's will. What are they seeking in Kongtong? What does all this have to do with [Daliang]?

Pei Ye continued to read, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he held his breath in front of the next paragraph.

This content seems very strange, and the man's emotions when he wrote it are almost revealed.

"Please try the sword first," the man said.

This voice sounded and moved away.

There were no footsteps, and of course it would have been easy for him to cover his steps, but I thought it was the sword being handed out.

The sound of sword sounds, the clear sound of sword blades breaking through the wind, is a sound that the Kongtong people are familiar with every day, but I want to describe this sword dance.

I don't have the ability to distinguish the origin of swordsmanship by listening to the sound, but I can distinguish the frequency and the force of breaking through the air. This is the sword of Xianqiao Peak. When I communicated with Ji Feng in the past, I often watched him practice.

What makes me almost breathless is the vague but absolutely real feeling of familiarity.

Among Kongtong disciples, this should be an excellent level. Every sword sound is sonorous and powerful, with a good balance of light and heavy, and there is enough space for the flow between moves.

But if you look at it from a higher perspective, the many flaws inside it will start to make you uncomfortable - the explosion is not vivid enough, the sword is hesitant, and the killing intent is too soft.

This was exactly the problem when Xiao Feng was practicing "White Rainbow Chapter".

The sound of swords stopped.

The voice of the person in the room came from the same position as before: "He hasn't learned yet."

The man said: "Yes."

Yes.

I listened to this paragraph seven times before I believed that the one wielding the sword was indeed not the high-ranking person who "answered".

There was always a third person in the house.

He didn't speak or make any noise. Apart from obeying the man's "Please try the sword first", there was no trace of his existence.

"Then now, let's let him learn." The man said softly.

There was an unbearable silence for half a quarter of an hour.

The man whispered: "Please try the sword again."

The sound of swords started again.

(There is a long pause here, and the ink drips and wets a small piece of paper.)

I can't describe this sound.

Suddenly, too many sword sounds filled the whole room. I don't know how one person can make such a sound with one sword. From all directions, I almost suspected that the person who had been silent here was not just one person, but ten or a hundred people. Something like a zombie!

Now they were swinging their swords, with a calm, standard, and powerful sword sound. Each sword was powerful to the last detail. I don't know how to describe it, but there is no more accurate sword strike than this.

Not perfection, but extreme precision.

Every swordsman has his own style. After learning those sword moves in a systematic manner, it is different from the loss of control when you first learn. The swordsman will deliberately emphasize where or where to lighten. Facing different enemies, different moves, and different strength and directions, the same sword will take on various forms. .

But today's sound just...plays.

Precise playback to the millimeter - [Bridge Building] This sword is a long arc, the sound goes from weak to strong and then from strong to weak, and this sound appears four times in different places, the ripples they formed on the sound paper Exactly the same.

These sounds gradually became harmonious and unified during the playback, interweaving into a complementary sword force, and then the sound of the sword gradually became weaker, like the evening smoke, becoming blurry.

The clear sound of the sword in front of me seemed to draw a straight line that gradually weakened to the left, and evenly drew a smooth slope on the writing paper.

There was a moment of silence.

Then from left to right, a sword cry suddenly penetrated surrounded by the sound of wind, the window leaves banged, the door leaves shook, and the wind swept through the entire room in an instant.

I recognized this sword, [Guanri], and within a moment, he really learned it.

"Now, we have another 'stream'." The man said.

Owls hooting outside.

Pei Ye lowered his gaze. This was the end of the long note. The man wrote about the process of putting the sword back, but there was nothing left to read.

There was a long paragraph on the back of the man's soliloquy. Pei Ye did not read it for the time being. He put his hand on the paper and took out a walnut-sized bead from under his clothes.

Half cast iron and half polished, the two completely different materials were seamlessly joined together. The weak light filled the holes and carvings, lying quietly in his palm.

They had guessed a lot about the purpose of stealing the soul-stealing sword from Huansilou, and Sui Zaihua once jokingly asked him to "try it" on him, but they never thought that the sword they stole could actually be "taught".

This is something more incredible than seizing a soul, because a person's mind is not a blank paper that can be printed on. To incorporate a sword, the mind is building and adapting accordingly. Without carving it out and imprinting it, people can learn a sword. The principle of Menjian.

Pei Ye suspected that Zhang Meiqing had gone into a misunderstanding. Before saying that the thing that danced the sword in the middle of the night seven years ago was a human being, Pei Ye would first doubt whether he was a living being.

But he didn't dare to hold it tightly without any empirical doubt. Maybe there was such a demonic way of practicing swordsmanship in the world, and he already knew that his knowledge was shallow.

Fortunately, he actually has a soul-stealing bead in his hand now, which records many scattered sword skills that are not enough to be called "flow". Among them, the main beam is the half-style Yousheng sword that Shang Huaitong never learned until his death.

Pei Ye slowly raised the bead in his hand and stopped it squarely in front of his eyes.