The Lord who use immortals as food

"." Pei Ye felt that the hilt of the sword in his hand was a little hot.

He stared blankly at the girl in front of him, but she seemed to only tell a trivial thing, her eyes still looking at the swords on the wall: "Look at the ocher sword, can you guess what it is made of? "

Pei Ye raised his eyes and saw that it was indeed a strange sword.

"Ocher" comes from the fire, but it is not loud and turbulent, but solid and solid, like jade.

This sword is exactly the right and essence of the "ochre" color. It is eye-catching at first glance but not obtrusive. There seems to be a black as thin as a gossamer in the depth, which suppresses the pure red and makes the layer deeper.

The texture is as tough as jade, it is calm and durable, and the shape is unique. Pei Ye was attracted to it as soon as he took a closer look.

"This is..." Pei Ye frowned slightly, "Is it a kind of jade?"

This was obviously not gold or iron, but the smoothness was not wood either. This material was indeed quite unfamiliar to him.

"It's bamboo," the girl said.

Pei Ye opened his eyes. He really didn't expect that there was bamboo of this color. It didn't look like a natural thing.

"It is a kind of bamboo deep in the Southwest Shu region. It is said that it only grows on both sides of a hundred-mile section of the river." Mingyun said, "This bamboo is said to be dyed with ancient blood. It is the purest yet restrained murderer here. It’s a sword—I think you’ll like it very much.”

The girl's clear eyes looked at him, and Pei Ye couldn't help but nodded. This was indeed a sword that he admired. What the girl just said "seems to have touched the 'way of the sword' itself" made him feel the same.

".it's beautiful."

Ming Yun smiled slightly: "Yeah. Which sword move do you think it resembles?"

"[Old Yu]." Pei Ye blurted out.

But he was stunned when the answer came out - [Old Yu] was definitely not a deep killing sword.

Ming Yun, however, was not surprised. She put "Xirige Talking about Swords" on her lap and flipped through it: "Can you show it to me?"

Pei Ye stood up with his sword in hand. The moment [Yulao] rose from his palm, a sudden light burst out from his heart. He looked at the bamboo sword on the wall, as if it had penetrated its deep surface and entered A completely opposite world.

It's not fire or murderous intent, it's the bank of the Miao River in the mist, rain and cold. The man in the iron armor raised his sword and threw it into the river. The tearful eyes of the woman in witch clothes were sad and cold. Flashed across the horizon.

I don’t know how many years ago it was, but the river was rushing in the mist as always, and the women on the bank were talking and laughing as they returned home.

It’s [Yulao].

After using the sword, Pei Ye looked at the bamboo sword and lost his soul. The girl put "Xiri Pavilion" on her knees with both hands and looked at him with clear eyes.

Pei Ye came back to her senses and turned around: "What's wrong? Miss Ming, I'm sorry, I'm not very good with my sword."

Ming Yun shook his head and gave a smile: "You are very good at using it. This is what I thought when I was making the sword."

"At that time, I thought that no one would ever realize such a profound artistic conception." The girl looked at him with some joy, then moved her eyes and said, "What about this one?"

Pei Ye looked at her blankly. The girl was indeed different from the Ming Qitian he knew. Although she also had that kind of transparent indifference, she was by no means always facing everything peacefully.

No matter the occasional tilt of her head, her clear eyes, or her fingers playing with the pages of a book, every tiny detail reveals her current joy.

She did like swords, and she did enjoy talking to him.

Pei Ye suddenly didn't dare to look at Mingmei's face, and followed her gaze to the wall: "This handle looks like..."

Ming Yun looked at him quietly.

".'liquor'?"

"Um!"

Ming Yun gently put his palms together and folded the book: "Because I have never drank wine and I have never seen it. This is a charm that I only got from poetry. Therefore, I think this is probably a digression and self-righteousness."

"No, you did a great job!" Pei Ye looked at Xiao Tuo's sword, "If you ask me to use my sword to talk about wine, I won't be able to explain it. No, even if I use my mouth to talk about it, I won't be able to explain it. clear."

Mingyun smiled: "Well, do you often drink?"

"In the past two years, I often drank it when I used it as an auxiliary medicine." Pei Ye raised his eyes and thought for a moment, then forced a smile, "So I don't think I have drunk it. The God of Dionysus must not be happy to use wine as water for taking medicine. "

Ming Yun shook his head gently: "'After hundreds of years, all dreams are dead, but only at this peak can we realize life.' Wine is not only free and heroic, but it is only when you are sick that you can see the intensity of life. It is also very interesting in the sword."

The body is withered on the sick bed, and the cold wine is on fire. It does feel a bit like "Yu Lao" followed by "Pull out the Sun's Feathers".

And Fenghuai's rainy night also came into his mind. Wasn't it because he was drunk when he raised his sword after drinking and taking medicine that day?

Pei Ye was stunned and convinced: "Miss Ming, you are so insightful."

"It's because you are obsessed with the authorities and just don't see it." The girl said in a clear voice.

Pei Ye shook his head: "I can't tell you even after seeing it. Miss Ming has read so many books. The sentence at the beginning about 'dreams and life' was written by some old-timer. It's really good."

"Oh, I just made it up casually." Ming Yun glanced at him with clear eyes, and fiddled with the pages of the book with her fingers, making a sound like clear water, "Anyway, that's what it means. You can't recognize it anyway."

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"How about taking a look at that sword?" Ming Yun shook his calf slightly and moved his gaze to the sword wall again.

Even in this situation, Pei Ye laughed a little angrily, taking a deep breath angrily to argue. But the next moment the girl's swaying calves came into view, the boy's smile disappeared, and his throat became tight again.

This discussion continued for another seven or eight swords. The girl's sensitivity to "swords" is enough to shock anyone. Each one is a subtle topic.

Seeing that the entire sword wall was not even a tenth of the way through, Mingyun stopped talking and took a sip of water, then looked at the sky outside the window: "Well, do you want to play a game?"

This action made Pei Ye's heart and lungs choke again: ".What?"

"I'll point to the sword on the wall, and you can draw the sword based on how you feel when you first see it." Ming Yun said, "Then we'll see if it's consistent with how I felt when I made the sword."

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"Of course I came up with this by myself and have never played with anyone else," Mingyun flipped through the pages of the book with his fingers, "If you feel bored"

"Okay." Pei Ye came back to his senses, "It's fun. It goes by much faster this way."

"Yeah. So what kind of prize do you want?" Ming Yun looked at him with a calm gaze, "I heard that playing games requires some winning or losing bets to be fun."

"No need, Miss Ming." Pei Ye's throat moved, "No need. We won't talk. It would be a happy thing if we can agree on the same ideas."

Mingyun immediately curled his lips and nodded: "I think so too - let's get started."

There was no more conversation in the bright hall. The girl quietly pointed to the sword in the sheath one by one, while the boy silently drew the sword based on his first instinct. Sometimes it was short, sometimes it was continuous, and it was inevitable that he would get stuck.

There is no need for words to reveal the result. If it is right, the girl's expression is the best reward for Pei Ye. Most of the time it was still not quite right, but the girl would often be thoughtful. This game lasted for about an hour, and when Pei Ye stopped his sword, the sky was already a little dim.

"What do you think?" Mingyun looked at him.

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Pei Ye couldn't express his true feelings. He felt a little breathless.

The girl was fully engrossed in the whole process, and people familiar with her could clearly feel the melodious joy of her emotions, but Pei Ye's heart only sank a little bit.

As time passed little by little, as the brightest hour passed, and as the sun outside the window began to set, his smile became more and more forced, and the sword draw became deeper and deeper, wishing that time would stop countless times.

But apparently no one pressed pause for him.

"I heard that musicians have a way of having fun." Pei Ye lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and raised a smile, "That is, they don't follow the music score, and the two of them play together with two instruments without consulting each other. Sometimes It can play very unique music - this game also has different music."

"Different approaches but similar results."

"Similar approaches but similar results. A swordsman must have a broad sword field, a sharp sense of sword, and clever sword moves. This kind of instant intuition is the greatest test of sword talent."

Ming Yun nodded, stretched out his fingers and added: "Furthermore, when they are consistent, they will naturally understand each other tacitly. When they are different, sometimes two flowers bloom, and you can see the opponent's way of swordsmanship."

"Um."

"So, what do you think?" The girl looked at him with clear eyes, and the tone of this repeated question was different from the previous one.

Pei Ye was startled for a moment: ".I had a great time."

"Yes." Mingyun nodded with satisfaction, gave him a light and gentle smile, lowered his head and began to organize the books spread out on the table.

Mingtang fell into silence again, with only the gentle and steady sound of paper scraping.

A dim orange light shone on his face, and outside the sky, the setting sun was level with the window.

Pei Ye finally couldn't stand the suffocation of her heart and lungs, and said hoarsely: "Miss Mingming."

"Um?"

".Do I have to kill you?"

He stood in front of the table with his sword pressed and his eyes lowered. In the gradually darkening room, both bodies were very quiet.

Ming Yun stopped moving his hands for a moment, raised his eyes and looked at him calmly: "The collapse of the 'ice and snow body' will kill this body."

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The girl lowered her head and continued to organize the books on the table as usual, just like every dusk she spent in the past: "The battle between Mingxin and Gushe needs to have a result. You are the only one who can do this now, have you forgotten? ?”

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——This is the only way.

Pei Ye slowly lowered his eyes, feeling that his throat was blocked by something unknown and his nose was a little sore.

The girl stood up and quietly put the books neatly back on the shelf. Then the used pots and cups, and the white corners of each sword that had been taken off the display appeared and disappeared in the frozen field of vision.

Yes, no matter how difficult it is for him to accept, this is the task given to him by the woman.

Behind it is a woman's life.

The plain and beautiful girl in front of her is just an old shadow of her seventeen years old. She should have gradually disappeared into time, but she appeared under the influence of [Heart Candle Yin], cutting off the woman's path to "Gu She" of practice.

"Confused".

Of course, he cannot use his emotions to tamper with the woman's choice. The girl in front of him has been abandoned by the woman long ago. And the failure of the agreed plan due to weakness is even more despicable to him.

It will definitely make the girl in front of him look down upon him.

Pei Ye raised his head and closed his eyes, blinked, tried hard to control his trembling hand on the hilt of the sword, and turned around to see the girl's last appearance.

The entire bright hall had been packed away properly and neatly. She was facing away from him, lowering her head and neatly packing some small square pieces into the wooden box. Her slender and straight back looked like a young crane.

But at this moment, Pei Ye was stunned.

He looked at the small pieces that the girl was putting into the box one by one, and his voice suddenly trembled: "Miss Mingming, what is this?"

"Huh? It's cards." Mingyun glanced at him, "Do you want to play? It's a pity that I don't have time."

"Who do you play cards with?"

"Playing with myself." Mingyun replied nonchalantly, "Sometimes after studying and practicing swordsmanship for a long time, I will play two small games."

She looked at him with a pair of clear and beautiful eyes: "What's wrong?"

The coldness that spread all over the limbs appeared on the body again, and only the deepest heat burned the heart and lungs. Pei Ye could hardly breathe and looked at the girl in front of him, his lips trembling and speechless.

——"Then, do you want to play cards?"

"Ah? What about playing cards?"

"Just playing cards. Playing with cards and counting cards. I used to play that when I was a kid."

Of course, Pei Ye remembered the clear and bright eyes the woman looked at beside the bonfire the night she left Bowang.

The clear eyes of the girl in front of him overlapped.

Pei Ye suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

How could he be so stupid as to believe that the bullshit "Tianxin" of a martial art is what she really is?

There was never any heart-to-heart dispute.

——From the thin and gossamer ".Sorry" to the weak and hoarse ".One person and half."

From "Do you want to learn to sword?" to pursed lips: "Okay. Then I will continue to wait."

From the somewhat confused "You don't know how to read, you have to learn it in the future, right?" to the decisive and stunning sword light in Xin Cang's night forest.

He has always known the girl with clear eyes in front of him.

She went up to the mountains at the age of three and lived in such a cold and deserted fairyland. Before she could grow up to be a "human", she was already defined as a "god-man".

Growing up alone with swords, she was used to being quiet and distant, but she would also remember the appearance of every bird in the forest, hang the engraved swords on the wall with satisfaction, and read the sword book late at night. Under the candlelight at the end, I played two games of cards quietly with myself.

The unreachable heights that look down at the world are just her clothes. When she put on "Gu She", she turned into a celestial being descending to the earth. However, she was already bright as a fairy, so people felt that this outfit fit her perfectly, as if it had been born on her body.

Also includes him Pei Ye.

He suddenly hated himself for being so slow. The woman sat at the entrance of the cave and looked at the rain curtain over and over again. Wasn't she quietly saying goodbye to herself?

She never chose "Gu She".

Pei Ye felt that his heart and lungs were trembling as if they were being tightened, and hot words were squeezed out of his throat: "Why does Miss Ming have to keep Gushe, can't you win?"

She just.had to.

Just as he realized, the girl raised her eyes and looked at him quietly: "Because, 'Gu She' won't let you kill her."

She didn't want to choose "Gu She", she just forced herself to choose "Gu She".

He sacrificed his life to the young man's sword and allowed the God of Gushe to return to this body. When the enemy chased him, he faced the indifferent woman who held the glass again.

But that Ming Yun will never come back.

Pei Ye gritted his teeth tightly, and the faint muscles bulged on his face. Don't be stupid, Pei Ye. He heard his own voice say.

But what came out of his mouth was the stupidest stupid thing: "[Gushe Tianxin]. Will you like 'Sword'?"

Ming Yun was slightly startled: "What?"

"I refuse, Miss Ming." The young man lowered his head and squeezed his voice out of his throat, "I want you to live and we can kill Gushe Tianxin together."