The Lord who use immortals as food

As Guan Qianyan finished speaking, several carriages opened one after another, and more than ten disciples in youth uniforms got out first. The first carriage was pushed away from the inside, and the man walked down the steps, unrolling a luxurious robe and putting it on, holding a sword like green wood in his hand.

He had glanced towards the teahouse, but he didn't seem to notice anything. He was still talking to the child in the carriage.

The second driver slowly opened the compartment door after the disciples were lined up in two rows, and a tall woman walked out. She had light pink peach silk, a deep green skirt, dark gold paintings on the cloth, and hair. Her bun was exquisitely tied up, and a sword as thin as a flying flower was held in her sleeve. She looked like an elegant peacock strolling through the peach forest.

Just now the bald man surnamed Wang said that the Feiyan girl was a fairy with snow-skinned beauty. It was flattering, but if it were applied to this person, it would be completely different.

Guan Qianyan looked at them and said nothing for a while, but Feiyan Jianmen beside him started talking.

"Uncle Wei, who is this?" The girl from Feiyan Sword Gate looked at each other in shock and whispered.

The old man surnamed Wei was silent for a moment and then sighed softly: "No wonder some people say that one of the top three must be Luoying. This is also conservative. I think the number one position is almost settled."

The girl opened her eyes wide and her voice became softer unconsciously: "Who is it?"

"The woman is Nan Guannu of [Mian Hua Shu Butterfly]. She is twenty-three years old and is in the eighth realm. She just entered the top eight hundred on the list this year." Old Man Wei said softly, "This is the Luoyingshantou and other participants we always thought were there. No matter how you compare, this person will never fall out of the top five.”

"Oh my God."

"However, I didn't expect." The old man pursed his lower lip and looked at the man's figure in the distance, "[Ku Feng] Xiang Zongyuan is not yet twenty-five years old."

The young man named Wenyuan suddenly turned his head in shock: "Is this Xiang Zongyuan?!"

"Yes, in the latest list, the person is already number 632." The old man closed his eyes and sighed, "If he is not over twenty-five years old, how can others beat him."

"Maybe." The girl said, "Maybe he just sent Nan Guannu as a gift."

"The two people are not that close. You see, the two of them are polite but not intimate, which is the way they work together."

Pei Ye looked at Guan Qianyan, who nodded: "That's about it."

Countless glances were cast, but the two people got out of the car and did not come this way at all.

Several disciples in Qingfu had already set up a canopy under the shade of a tree on the other side, and a few others were walking towards the back kitchen of the teahouse, obviously intending to buy some for themselves.

Guan Qianyan watched them busy and suddenly smiled and said: "It's exactly what the master said - this is the grandeur of kings and grandsons."

"oh?"

"Look at these disciples, they don't look like they are worshiping mountains to learn skills. They are clearly servants who serve others." The girl said, "You have to buy tea soup for Zhenzhuan. If you are inferior to others every day, your spirit will be worn away. What's the point of talking about the heart of the sword? "

There is indeed no such clear hierarchy among Kongtong's peers. Pei Ye thought, turning around and seeing the waiter walking with a pot, he couldn't help but frown.

"Girl, what's wrong with serving people? You look down on me like this."

".Huh?" Guan Qianyan was stunned.

Pei Ye took the pear soup and two empty cups from his second hand, and used his true energy to cool it down: "I am doing the same job as him, so please pay more attention to what you say."

He carried the pear soup to the side of the Kongtong carriage and got up. Only then did Guan Qianyan realize what he was doing and was overjoyed. Then Xinxian said quickly: "You are serving the real prince. I am also willing to be a servant beside the sword master. I don't know how good it is."

Pei Ye corrected her seriously: "I'm not a servant either."

He picked up the pot and cup and walked towards Ming Qitian. The old man surnamed Wei from Feiyan Sword Gate next to him signaled to the middle-aged man. The man stood up with his sword knowingly: "Wen Yuan, Qizhi Zixin."

The Feiyan girl had been paying attention to the conversation at Pei Ye's table since just now. At this moment, she looked up and the middle-aged man said warmly: "Come on, follow me to greet my friends in Luoying Mountain."

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Ren Zixin was originally fascinated by their grace and had been looking forward to their visit, but just after hearing Guan Qianyan's sarcasm, she suddenly didn't want to get up anymore. She just felt that the person she imagined running over to meet them was particularly dazzling. He was stunned for a moment and said, "If you can't do it, dad, you can go ahead."

The man had long been accustomed to the girl's sensitivity and changeability in the past two years, so he took the two of them without any persuasion.

After all, it wasn't really midsummer, and it was quite cool under the shade of the trees. Pei Ye walked over with pear soup. As soon as he approached the horse, his ears and mind seemed to calm down at the same time.

He knocked on the car window twice: "Miss Ming, let's have a cup of pear soup."

"Thanks."

Pei Ye poured a glass, lifted the curtain and handed it in. He leaned against the window and drank the second glass: "Miss Ming, when we arrive in Fucheng soon, will you just leave. I heard that the sword selection meeting they said was very lively."

"Who are they?"

"I heard that he is a swordsman under the age of twenty-five for sects and under thirty-five for Sanren in Shaolong."

"Well, then we won't waste time." The woman lifted the curtain and handed out the cup, and the sound of turning pages sounded again in the window.

"Oh." Pei Ye took the cup and drank it cleanly, "Well, I heard Guan Qianyan say that Shaolong Dao is indeed not prosperous in martial arts. There are only two Dao Qihui-level swordsmen in Kongtong Luoying. There is no Xuanmen among the swordsmen under the age of twenty-five."

"Xuanmen who are under twenty-five years old are the most talented cultivators in any Tao. There is nothing more normal." The woman inside the curtain said, "What's more, many swordsmen don't actually like to improve their realm, and are more obsessed with studying the way of swordsmanship. There may be other cultivators."

"That's true." Pei Ye drank another glass and sighed, "I don't know if Mr. Sui wants me to come before this sword selection meeting, whether he wants me to fight or to watch. My whole body still hurts."

"Yes." The woman responded and seemed to lift the corner of the curtain to look at his hands, but Pei Ye turned her head and was attracted by the movement next to her.

The canopy on the other side was set up, the tea soup was set, and the two people from Luoying Mountain walked over while talking slowly.

"Feiyan Sword Sect has been ranked in the bottom three of the 'Seven Swords' for many years, but this year seems to have something to do." Nan Guannu said.

"The winds and clouds are changing. This is why."

"They also guessed what happened to the Sword Xiuyuan."

"No one can be deceived by the actions of all parties. As long as there is some way to find out some information about Master Sui, you can vaguely see it." Xiang Zongyuan said, "Master Sui doesn't prohibit it at all."

"Yes."

Xiang Zongyuan sat down and said, "Just remember, after entering the city, any contact with Mr. Sui must be handled with extreme caution."

"Of course I'm not stupid enough to offend such an adult."

"No, I mean it's better to do better."

".what for?"

Xiang Zongyuan was silent for a moment and turned the tea cup in his hand: "The news from Fucheng is that in just one month, there are no corruption cases and no transfer orders from Shenjing. However, the powers of nearly ten powerful officials in the government have been changed."

Nan Guannu frowned.

"I'll give you three examples: He Jieping, the Prime Minister of Litai, moved to the right to become the Shaoqing of Litai; Shen Yuling, the chief secretary of the government office, moved to the right to become the Minister of Litai; and after Gongsun Yue, the Minister of Litai, became an official, Xiang Xiuxiao, the deputy governor of the government, moved to the right of Litai. , This was decided yesterday.”

"." Nan Guannu's eyebrows were extremely serious.

"The rest of the transfers are pretty much the same. They are all officials from Litai and Fuyamen who were transferred to important positions in Liutai."

Nan Guannu was silent for a moment, and suddenly frowned and said: "Where is Gongtai Qing Qin Chuanyuan, the only one left? He is not old, and it is the time when his official career is at its peak. Gongtai has been a place he has been running for many years, how could he agree to let him go to Gongtai?" Give up the position to Shen Yuling? "

"Not bad, unless there is a better place to settle."

"The Minister of Liutai is already a top official, so where else can he go? Unless..."

"Unless he is transferred to the governor's post."

"." Nan Guannu looked at him quietly, "Then Mr. Sui."

"It can only bear the seal of the governor."

"But Fu Yin is not——" Nan Guannu breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiang Zongyuan looked at her quietly and said nothing more, "Whether these movements are just speculation or are real, we will know when we enter the city, as long as we have this matter in our hearts."

"Well, thank you, senior brother."

"Why should I say thank you to my fellow disciples?"

Nan Guannu was quiet for a while: "Then this sword selection meeting is more important than everyone thinks."

The new governor's move to spread his wings.

"But this is another question." Xiang Zongyuan said, "Do you know how to list the swords in the golden book?"

"I heard that there is a review session, which is not all based on victory or defeat."

"That's right. It's true that the winner is at a high place, but it also depends on how he wins, who wins, how old he is, and what his potential is. So we don't know how to compete, and after the competition, we have to go through the 'Golden Book' again. Let's agree on a roster together," Xiang Zongyuan said, "Many people only think of it as a big competition and think too little."

"No matter what, we have no problem getting two places in the top five."

"Yes, but one number one is better than the four top five." Xiang Zongyuan said, "In this golden book that redefines the order of the world, we only want to be number one."

"Which opponents have doubts?" Nan Guannu said slowly.

"Of course there are strong players, but that's not what I'm worried about." Xiang Zongyuan said, "—I got some very strange news this morning."

"What?"

"The government office first sent direct invitation invitations to a total of 22 people from all over Shaolong. They can be directly entered into the golden book. You and I both have this invitation. This is true. The remaining part will be selected without any threshold. , We have been fighting in the Ten Directions Arena in Fucheng for ten days, and after the fight tomorrow, the remaining three hundred people will be selected," Xiang Zongyuan said, "We will be included in the final list. The people then boarded the Jade Sword Platform, gathered to evaluate and rank them, and finally produced this golden book. This is the latest news."

"Sounds okay."

"Yes, but this morning I suddenly learned the number of people who would be selected from these three hundred people."

".Isn't it fifty people?"

"Forty-nine people."

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Pei Ye sipped the pear soup in her cup again, and was listening in awe. Suddenly, there was a breeze on her face. When she turned around, the car curtain was lifted.

Pei Ye was stunned for a moment. The flawless face of the woman in the window was very close. He said blankly: "What's wrong, Miss Ming?"

The woman's quiet eyes lowered to the empty cup that had been handed to him a long time ago.

"When are you going to pour me a second glass?"

".ah?"

Pei Ye and the woman looked at each other, and he subconsciously shook the teapot in his hand. The teapot rang empty and went into his stomach.

Miss Ming loved pears, he remembered.