The Lord who use immortals as food

Of course, Ning Shuhong didn't want Shishi to fall into his hands, and she was still taken away from him no matter what, and Pei Ye was inevitably suppressed by Wang Shousi in the end.

However, Pei Ye just found out that this teenage girl had broken into the sixth life a few days ago, and he immediately understood why she was so highly regarded by the sect.

Two hours later, the three of them were sitting on the edge of the sword field with smooth bodies. The stars and the bright moon hung high in the sky, and the wind passed through their sword-cultivating uniforms, taking away the scalding heat from their muscles and bones.

"Actually, your realm is limited. Apart from Shishi, I really didn't expect that there are people who have entered the Sword Xiuyuan but have not yet entered the upper realm." Wang Shou put the sword across his knees and put his hands on it, "Zhen Qi It is always the most intimate energy of the sword, which in turn limits its use. Only when the true energy leaves the body in the second realm can the sword be completely liberated - you don't even know how to use true energy, right?"

"I have fought against the Seven Lives Swordsman before, and I did feel this way, but it was only after I got here that I felt like it was a ravine."

"Who have you fought with?"

"Qisheng." Pei Ye thought for a moment, "I seem to kill everyone who fights me in this realm."

Wang Shousi was speechless again, but Ning Shuhong next to him narrowed his eyes at him.

Wang Shou had already calculated his pitiful life-and-death experience, tilted his head and said, "I will never kill an unknown person with my sword."

Pei Ye said at this time: "I remembered that there is a ten-year-old sword in Kongtong called Xi Tianji."

Ning Shuhong raised her eyebrows: "I've heard of it."

Wang Shousi said: "I guess he doesn't know how to use a sword."

Pei Ye thought about the opponents he encountered after coming to the Sword Xiuyuan, but he didn't refute.

"Anyway, you enter the upper realm earlier, and let's have a good fight. To be honest, before I came here, I hadn't felt a needle-like threat in the hands of my peers for a long time."

"I have?"

"You do. You, Shu Hong, and my two fellow hospital mates, each one hurts more than the other."

"Okay, it's actually pretty fast."

Ning Shuhong, leaning against a tree next to her, sighed softly: "Playing swordsmanship can't be really fun, it's always just playing house, and it gets boring if you play too much."

When Pei Ye was sword-fighting with this bright woman, she always felt like she was facing a vicious beast that hadn't woken up. When she pulled out the sword, you knew it was standing up, but it was just yawning, some kind of violent beast. The power is still dormant in the body.

Pei Ye couldn't help but nod, thinking about Yi Jian's "try to win and see" and his determination of "I must kill him". His whole person was completely in two states, even wandering between the limits of life and death. After a long time, he will become a little uncomfortable with his "weakness" in his normal state.

Wang Shousi looked at the two classmates who were smiling at each other and thought: "So, my potential has not been fully developed. I have won the first place in the nine sword federations in a row, but it is actually only half of my true strength? "

"No, you are probably the kind of showman who is only suitable for playing swordsmanship." Ning Shuhong said.

Wang Shousi sighed: "It's okay. In less than two months, there will be something that is not just a trick. Then let me see the true level of Ning Zhenchuan."

He looked back at Pei Ye: "I guess you don't know, do you?"

Pei Ye was really confused: "What?"

"'Chang'an Jade Winter Sword Collection' will be held after the first snow in December. It will be the last swordsmanship event in Shenjing this year." Wang Shousi said, "New swordsmen in Beijing must be first-class in one place. Only after her appearance at the Sword Collection did others know that you are so famous. There is no Xiangjian in Emei this year, so Shuhong will definitely go all out."

Pei Ye was stunned and couldn't help but ask: "What if it doesn't snow in December?"

".It's open even if it doesn't snow."

Pei Ye thought that when the snow would pile up into balls, and the branches would be covered with thin frost, it would be a pleasure to play with swords and drink under the light sky.

"Was it gone before then?"

"Of course there is. How can a place like Shenjing be without the Sword Club? Like over at Xichi, I see there are various poetry clubs and martial arts clubs every day. Whoever shines will have your name spread by everyone the next day. "Wang Shousi sighed, "Shenjing is a place full of fame and wealth, but it's a pity that there are so many people competing for it."

"Brother Wang, do you want to go?"

"Of course, how can you enter the treasure house empty-handed? I will go shopping when I am empty-handed. The Golden Crow Sect has to rely on me to become famous in Shenjing."

Pei Ye sighed: "I'd better keep a low profile."

The two were chatting, with Ning Shuhong supervising Zhu Shishi's sword moves. Until the bright moon got higher, Zhu Shishi yawned first, and the three of them stood up and said goodbye.

Only Pei Ye was left sitting under the moon.

The sweat on his body has all fallen off. In the late night of Shenjing, the sky is dimly lit, and there are few insects and birds in early winter. Only the occasional sound of swords from those who are still practicing can be heard from the distance of the sword field.

Pei Ye closed his eyes and sat quietly for a while, then stood up with his sword in hand in such coldness, raised his hand and slowly thrust out an unfamiliar sword style.

It was completely different from the sword styles he had learned before. It was not as lifelike as jade fei, not like thunder on the ground like Bengxue, and not like a dream like snow sword.

As the sword thrust out, there was first a sense of coldness spreading around. This was not the temperament of Shenjing City, which was further north. This was not the temperament of Xin Cang Mountain or Yu Fei Mountain, which was further east.

It is a vast and cold place that spans dozens of states. Riding a horse in such a deserted place is like the only living thing in the world.

It was for this reason that Pei Ye chose to try this sword on a night like this.

The most straightforward and simple sword, without any threshold, after the intention and the hand, the special true qi circuit is formed instantly. This sword is first a defensive sword, which does not require much true qi and strength to release, and when it is formed, it immediately transforms into the two states of "vague" and "solid".

"First Moon North Rain" [Yun Han]

This is absolutely a novel and mysterious treatment for Pei Ye. This is also the spring sword among the four "Chaochuan" chosen by the woman for him. The meaning of the sword is just as the literal meaning - in January and February, not later; it is for the north rain, not the south rain.

The temperament of this sword immediately pulled Pei Ye out of the game calculation between the cicada and the sparrow. There are almost no traps and buttons for changing moves. It is frank, clear, and even casually exposed, which reminds Pei Ye of the unique transcription and packaging of this sword book.

If it is said that "Jade Jade Sword" always wins in uncertainty and unexpectedness, this one is closer to a clear sword, so the ideas and logic are completely different.

Pei Ye slowly experienced this sword, and countless new ideas for playing sword began to emerge in his mind at the same time. This is what is called "opening up the sword field".

That night, Pei Ye flipped through the sword books in his mind and learned three moves of this new sword.

In Jingzhao Prefecture, the candlelight flickered.

Li Zhao walked in with an old case file, and Di Jiu slowly drank a cup of tea in front of the case.

"Sir, I found it." Li Zhao spread the case file on the table, his face a little heavy.

Di Jiu looked over:

[In September of the Renshen year, he was promoted to the Lieutenant General of the Left Jinwu Guard, in charge of the Yiwei of this prefecture, supervising the patrol police of various streets in the capital, and assisting the patrol with two Guoyi members]

Di Jiu continued to read, and the next line was: [In July of the Jimao year, he was promoted to the General of the Left Jinwu Guard for his excellent work and favor. 】

"According to what you said, nine years ago, the only official above the fifth rank of Jinwu Guard who was transferred was this one."

".Yang Juhu." Di Jiu closed his eyes and tapped the table lightly. "Nine years ago, he was a powerful Zhonglang, directly leading the Yiwei, and two years ago he was promoted to general. What is his background?"

"Over the years, the imperial guards and border troops have rotated. This one is the powerful military officer who returned to Beijing from the northern border. His original position was the fourth rank." Li Zhao whispered, "The appointment letter says 'transfer', but in fact, for him, returning to Beijing is a demotion."

"Is he not living well in the northern border?"

".I can't find that."

Di Jiu nodded indifferently: "It's good that an outsider has been promoted so quickly. We have found the right person."

"."

"Are there others returning with him?"

".I haven't seen anyone from the three levels up and down."

Di Jiu frowned slowly.

His idea for the investigation was very simple. The Taiping Cao Gang suddenly rose nine years ago. Its rise must have been inseparable from the connivance and even support of the Shenjing Supervision System. Nine years ago, it was the time when the inspection power was transferred from Jingzhao Prefecture to Jinwu Guard. The changes in the Jinwu Guard’s official positions during this period were definitely worth noting.

Yang Juhu came from the northern border. Di Jiu had roughly known the shadow behind him, but how was he connected with the Taiping Cao Gang?

And the ‘Winter Prison’ was established during his tenure. At that time, he had just joined the Zhonglang, and it was clear that he had not yet established a firm foothold. Is there a place in Shenjing that he could rest assured to set up this private prison?

Di Jiu knocked on the table slowly, closed his eyes and thought about these things, and the light and shadow of the candlelight wandered on his face.

Li Zhao stood quietly aside. He had long learned to remain silent when this adult was thinking.

After an unknown amount of time, Di Jiu's tapping on the table suddenly stopped, and he opened his eyes: "Show me the information about that [Taiping Quail] Qiu Tianyu."

Li Zhao was startled, and immediately looked it up: "It's still very rare and superficial."

However, Di Jiu did not check it carefully like he did several times before. He took it and opened it, browsing through it page by page: ".We have always said that all of this person's reputation in the world is tied to the Taiping Cao Gang, and the rest is extremely rare, right?"

"Yes."

" But how could a cultivator of Xuanmen suddenly appear? "Di Jiu turned the pages one by one until he stopped at a page and pointed, "Look, if we trace back, nine years ago before the establishment of the Taiping Cao Gang, the news about this person began to decrease, but it was still seen, and twelve years ago, there was no news at all. "

Li Zhao frowned: ".So what?"

"Three years, Li Zhao, too insensitive." Di Jiu closed the book and sighed, "Three years, isn't it the rotation period of the imperial army and border troops?"

Li Zhao's eyes widened suddenly.

Di Jiu stood up and coughed twice: "Let's go to the Ministry of War."

"Now? Why don't you take a rest and wait until dawn?"

Di Jiu shook his head: "No, knock it."

When the two arrived at the Ministry of War, many public houses were still dark. The clerk who came to answer the door froze in place when he saw the red robe. Di Jiu didn't want anyone to lead the way. He asked him for the key and went to where he wanted.

The archives of the Ministry of War, where all the military transfers since the founding of the dynasty are located, are all here. Di Jiu is gifted with the ability to quickly search for files. Before a candle has burned out, he has already found what he wants.

The archives of the military transfers in the Northern Frontier twelve years ago.

However, the two of them did not find the name Qiu Tianyu after searching through the entire volume. Li Zhao was frowning in confusion, but saw Di Jiu stand up and check a few more volumes of files, then sit back and calmly look through them again, this time stopping his finger on the name "Wang Biehe".

".?"

"This man joined the Northern Frontier Army when he was young, and served until he was 36 years old. He was promoted to the rank of the fourth rank, and entered the realm of black clothes. He had no record of violating military discipline, and he was clearly an orphan. Why did he suddenly 'resign and return home'?" Di Jiu said slowly, "Returning home is fine, but a Tuan Shen disappeared just like that, and the name 'Wang Biehe' was never heard of again."

". What do you mean?"

"Qiu Tianyu is 48 years old this year, and his cultivation has also entered the realm of Tuan Shen."

"."

"So it's not that they colluded for interests after arriving in Shenjing, nor is it that the Taiping Cao Gang and the Jinwu Guards attracted each other and colluded. They were originally comrades-in-arms, supporting and trusting each other. It's really normal." Di Jiu put the file back, supported the table and slowly stood up. Although his face was full of fatigue, his eyes were bright and hot. "Now let's guess, where is this 'Winter Prison'?"