The Lord who use immortals as food

There is an elegant and simple pavilion with almost all decorations removed. Only the view is really wide. The stage is facing the wind. The huge jade sword is carved upright on the opposite side. The huge and wide stage is directly under the low eye.

When Pei Ye walked up, he found that the whole building was almost full of onlookers like himself, some were wealthy businessmen, some powerful people, some were famous sects, and famous heroes.

In fact, the entire building was designed for the site below. When Pei Ye arrived at the top floor, he discovered that it was open to almost all sides. In order to preserve a good view, only railings were built around the edges.

It seems that the top floor was originally just a huge platform, and my attic was only separated later. What's strange is that the seventeen floors below are almost full, but this floor is completely empty.

This pavilion is now occupied by me, who is waiting outside?

Thoughts passed through his mind, and Pei Ye didn't pay much attention. He leaned on the small couch in front of the bed and looked down curiously.

The arena below was already empty. He looked at it for a while, and when he turned around to find someone to ask, a scholar in Tsing Yi came over with a plate of books of varying thicknesses but neatly arranged.

"Mr. Pei An." Qing Yi bowed his head and saluted, "The first match between Zhang Lingwen and Qin Yong is over. The next match is between Su Xingke from Mingzhu Waterside and Chi Longyun from the Songwen lineage of Five Swords Paradise. It will start in a quarter of an hour."

He placed the wooden plate within easy reach in front of the couch and said one by one: "This is the roster of this league and the other nine leagues; this is the basic information about the one hundred and nineteen strong players; here are some casual readings , for your entertainment.”

"Well, thank you, thank you." Pei Ye saw at a glance that it was indeed in good order.

"If Mr. Pei needs to interpret a book, just ring the bell and call him. I will wait outside the door." The scholar in Tsing Yi bowed and said goodbye. Another Tsing Yi offered him tea, and the two quietly left.

Peaceful, relaxing, comfortable, indeed a completely different environment from below.

Pei Ye raised his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him, and saw that she was only looking out the window, so he leaned back again. The warm atmosphere outside the window gradually decreased, waiting for the next scene to arouse again.

In his leisure time, Pei Ye picked up the book on the plate and flipped through it. The battle was arranged very clearly, but he looked at it halfway and didn't bother to look back. The information about the person who picked up the sword was also very detailed, but after all, he wanted to know the person first after seeing the sword, and the unfamiliar names couldn't excite him. I was so interested that I still put it down after turning two pages.

Until his eyes moved to the "Xianza" side, two neat and brand-new brochures came into view. He picked them up casually and saw that one was "Shaolong Mansion Newspaper" and the other was "Datang National Newspaper".

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He was slightly startled, this was such a far-off intimacy.

Pei Ye put down the tea cup in his hand, opened the national newspaper first, and flipped through the front with a familiar feel, and news items immediately came into his eyes.

[Feathers shed and wild geese fly, the list of autumn and winter ducks of the Xinsi year has been published on the first day of September]

There is a line of small words below: "Two hundred and thirty-one entries and exits, Yan Feiqing jumped to ninth."

There is no roster attached here, but there is the usual brief review. Pei Ye glanced at it and said: "Yan Feiqing has been offside for half a year, but she still has some energy left. Tan once said, 'Thirty is like a death bar, and you will be stagnant after entering it.'" Cui Jia Mingzhu corrected that "Zhen Lin'er may not be like this", and now it is proved. At the same time, [Little White Dragon] Jiang Yin'er, who also started the Taoism, passed from six hundred and sixty-seven to five hundred and forty-five, at the age of sixteen. The upper limit is also considerable.”

Pei Ye's eyes immediately lit up when he saw this, and he stretched out his hand to ring the bell next to him.

Qing Yi quickly opened the door and stood up: "What's the matter, Mr. Pei?"

"Do you have the Crane Fu book for the second half of the year?"

Qing Yi bowed: "Wait a moment."

Close the door and go out.

Pei Ye looked back and looked down, all messages:

[The Master of the Glazed Sword plays swordsmanship in Qingmulg Valley, Nanzong, and Tianshan in one month, and the true and false of each sect is revealed with one sword]

[The Huashan Mountain is alone, the green city is lush, the two sects are about to open their swords, and the scenery of hundreds of miles has reached the land of Shu]

Although there were still many people and things he had never known before, Pei Ye felt that they were all not that far away. He read with interest until an entry made him tilt his head slightly: [October revision of Shaolong Dao Sword Selection Golden Book ——Kongtong is old, take a look at the pearl and shine it on the fallen flower]

".Well."

Even though it was only a small part of the national newspaper, it still meant that it was a major event that attracted the attention of the entire Tang Dynasty. Pei Ye couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise, and remembered that Master Sui had asked him to take good care of his body before leaving. It seemed that he had wanted it for a long time. He went up and played two appearances. For a moment I couldn't help but feel a little eager to try.

And this is the end of the "Jianghu News" section. If you read further, you will find the most obsessed serialized story of the year.

Pei Ye remembered that the last time he read it was the twentieth chapter of "The Broken Hero" in July. It was an unfinished chapter. Now he has the September Di newspaper in his hand, but he doesn't know what new story it is.

However, when I opened it and looked at it, I was slightly startled again.

It was not in the familiar format, but divided into two columns. The first one was a brief letter of apology.

"I am sorry to tell all my readers,

I planned to finish "The Broken Hero" in August, but something unexpected happened and I couldn't update the story as scheduled. I'm really sorry. By September, the final chapter of "The Broken Hero" is no longer timely. The author has decided to stop updating it for the time being and start a new chapter in the October issue of Guo Bao.

But this does not mean that "The Broken Man" will end forever. Like everyone, I am looking forward to the fact that one day, a few years later, I can bring its real ending to everyone.

I hope that by then, everyone will not have forgotten the name Xi Wu Chou.

Qingluan in the mirror, August 30th in Shenjing. "

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Pei Ye was stunned for a while, not understanding what was going on in the author's mind. He suspected for a moment that there was some secret involved in Yue LaoRen's matter, and he was stopped by the Xianrentai's interference.

But anyway, this is the end of this article. The second column below also made him feel quite novel.

[Sword Talk Notes·Preface]

"Qingluan said to me that there are many people watching swords in the world, but few people know swords. This is true.

I have been in Shenjing for two years. I have watched 17 gatherings of first-class swordsmen, including the Tang Dynasty Martial Arts Examination, Weishui Sword Discussion, Sword Academy Examination, and Southern Kingdom Sword Questioning. I feel that the swordsmanship in the world is like a stream of carp crossing the river, just like a thirsty person throwing himself into a sweet spring. Since leaving Qinghe, I have been overwhelmed by the sight.

However, when I see sword shadows, I am amazed and praise them. When I hear discussions, I am dumb and mock. Some people repeat what others say, or make up delusions, sometimes calling pheasants phoenixes, and pointing to rocs as clouds. I know that learning swords requires poetry, and watching swords also requires poetry.

And because of this, I look at myself and doubt whether I really know swords. The way people look at me is just like how I look at ordinary people. Since last summer, every time I watch a sword show, I write a "Sword Review Note" and hand it to the swordsman, asking for comments on the gains and losses.

After writing 300 pieces, I began to believe that I was also a true swordsman. Later, out of interest, I wrote more than 200 pieces and gradually stopped writing.

Now that the Imperial College has kindly given me this page of the National Newspaper, I have opened a garden to do similar things. Although there are many colorful sparrows in the world, there are also lurking dragons. This column will select a swordsman every month to be included in the newspaper and shared with people all over the world.

Since I follow the sincerity of watching swords, I also have the interest of talking about swords. I hope that I will enjoy this matter and not lose its authenticity. ”

The signature is "Cui Jia Zhao Ye".

Pei Ye was just looking forward to seeing which good sword he had selected in this official newspaper, but the door was knocked. It was Qingyi who brought in a new Crane and Duck Book.

Pei Ye took it, but then he saw Qu Xin looking at him. Pei Ye smiled: "Do you want to read it together?"

He sighed softly: "When I reach the eighth life, I will definitely be able to enter this."

"No need, it's not interesting." The girl retracted her gaze and looked out the window again.

".Oh." Pei Ye curled his lips secretly, thinking that this person looked cold and indifferent, but in fact he was quite stingy.

He lowered his head and flipped through two pages of the duck book, and still said in a casual voice: "If you don't understand, you have to learn. I don't mean to laugh at you. Since it is beneficial to your medical skills, I will definitely give you a detailed review when I watch the sword later."

Qu Xin turned his head and looked at him quietly, and he rarely said anything back.

Pei Ye smiled and lowered his head, looking down and turning the page, saying: "So-"

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His hand suddenly stopped, and then his expression froze, and then the whole person was as still as a statue.

He looked at the first entry on this page in silence: "Seventy-seven, Taishan Yaolu, [Little Medicine Lord] Qu Xin."