The Lord who use immortals as food

In the afternoon class, there were mostly familiar students of the same grade. Pei Ye walked in carrying his schoolbag, and there were only a few people in the class.

Of course, he left quickly to avoid the upcoming embarrassment. When he walked in, there were still several quarters of an hour before class.

However, a few people in the hall happened to be familiar faces. They were the people from the "Xichi Poetry Club" that they met that day, and they were still gathered around discussing many matters of the day of the poetry club.

Pei Ye realized at this time that they, like him, were entering the Imperial College for the first year, and were actually newcomers in the Shilin. It was probably their first time trying to hold a poetry meeting, and many things sounded like they were inexperienced.

When Pei Ye sat down in his old seat, the freckled woman named Tinghua next to him was leaning in front of the case: "It's not that troublesome. When it rains, sing the rain, when there is no rain, sing the moon, and when it's cloudy, sing the clouds. It’s best to come up with a title for the poem. I would rather ask everyone to read the martial arts book Jing Jing or something like that, otherwise we won’t be able to understand it when someone shows up with a sword.”

She said, turning her head and smiling lively at Pei Ye, who was sitting down, and Pei Ye also waved his hand.

"I don't understand even after reading it. I have read many sword scriptures before, but my eyes seem to understand, but my brain is confused. We can't understand the logic in it at all." Lin Yuxian, the minister's son, sighed softly, "If you want me to say How ordinary people view swords is how we will view them at that time. If you say something specious, they will still have to find a way to deal with it. "

Cheng Youlun echoed from the side: "Yes, yes, yes, I remember that Yuxian often said in those years that he would become a swordsman in the future, and he wanted to go near the Sword Xiuyuan every day."

Lin Yuxian blocked his mouth with a fan.

"There needs to be someone who understands." The freckled woman still insisted, "I've been to that kind of sword collection before, where celebrities and cultivators gather together. After the swordsmen try out the swords, someone has to have something to say to start the conversation."

Fu Zhiyun raised his hand at this time, tilted his head and said, "How about we invite a sword critic?"

Lin Yuxian's eyes lit up: "This is a good idea!"

Others also said yes, but Tinghua still frowned, and Fu Zhiyun shook his head after saying that.

Pei Ye had just spread out his books and finally couldn't help but interrupt with a smile: "So your poetry club only invited one swordsman who is the direct descendant of Nanyue Mountain?"

Tinghua turned back with a sad look on her face: "That's right. We are very happy that Young Master Bian is willing to come, but we are worried that he will be easily ignored at the poetry meeting. Does Mr. Pei have any experience? Do you think there is something wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong with that. It's just that you either just write poems and don't try swordsmanship. It's not like swordsmen can't appreciate poetry gatherings. If you want people to try swordsmanship, how can there be only one swordsman?" Pei Ye laughed. Then he put out a pen and paper and said, "Then you will watch him perform tricks alone for a while. The swordsman's performance is not interesting, so you can just brag about it. How can it not be embarrassing?"

Several people hissed for a moment, and Tinghua suddenly clenched her fist and smashed her palm: "Yes! This is exactly the truth!"

She looked at Pei Ye with bright eyes: "Zhiyun and I were thinking about this. We always thought that it would be difficult for the two sides to get along and it would inevitably be awkward, so we thought about reading the Sword Classic and asking for a sword review, but we also felt weird. This sentence from classmate Pei That’s right, it’s time to hire more swordsmen!”

Pei Ye cupped his fists and smiled: "I have seen similar poetry and sword guilds before, and that's how it was done."

This was indeed not nonsense, because he remembered that the Luzhou Poetry Club in Bowang City was indeed a very mature process, and it must have been designed by Qi Daji, a layman who had been in the literary world of Shenjing for a long time.

"Classmate Pei has been to the Poetry Sword Club." Tinghua came closer and asked curiously, "Hey, have you seen any powerful swordsmen?"

Although Shenjing was intertwined with fish and dragons, the scholars who wandered around the literary world and buried themselves in classics were still confined to their own small circles, and may never have left the jurisdiction of Shenjing.

Chang'an itself is a gentle place with bright lights and rich brocades. Some poisonous blades are often only in the dark. The cold words like swords and rivers are still a bit far away. Even though you can see wonderful cultivators in the Sword Society Martial Arts Feather Scale Examination, you don’t have many opportunities. Secondly, the distant view is even more heart-wrenching, and you can talk to the sword cultivators up close. It makes a big difference to get along and ask those questions that have been in your mind.

"The poetry gathering in this small place doesn't seem to be famous." Pei Ye smiled.

Tinghua was a little disappointed: "Okay."

On the other side, Fu Zhiyun frowned slightly, held his chin and said, "But it's not easy for us to recognize this Bian Zhenzhen. Where can we find other swordsmen?"

These words made everyone silent for a moment, and Tinghua tilted her head: "Classmate Pei, you seem to be familiar to me. Do you have any swordsmen you know who can recommend me? Our poetry club is quite fun."

Pei Ye tilted his head and thought for a while: "Okay, let me introduce you to someone. He happened to also say that he wanted to find a poetry club to visit."

Tinghua shouted in surprise: "Really?"

She originally just asked with hope, but she didn't expect that this classmate actually had a way. After all, going to the Poetry Sword Club and getting to know the swordsman are two different things. There are two layers between getting acquainted and having friendship and being willing to come when he is free.

Young scholars have not yet had extensive social contacts, which is indeed a rare surprise.

These two sentences solved the big obstacle to holding this poetry meeting, and several other people were also beaming with joy and thanked them one after another.

"Classmate Pei, why don't you come and play together? I'm with your friend." Tinghua still remembered her polite refusal last time and sincerely invited, "What busy things can't be postponed for a day?"

Fu Zhiyun also looked expectantly.

"This is really unacceptable." Pei Ye still shook his head, "I will definitely come when the matter is over, but it's hard to say."

".All right."

Tinghua actually had a very good impression of this classmate. He entered school one month late and was shuttled to and from school every day. In class, he only listened quietly to lectures, flipped through some volumes, or stared out the window in a daze, which seemed a bit mysterious. But he is approachable when talking to him, and several close friends have been curious about him.

The only thing everyone knew was that he knew Fang Jidao, a man who knew all the Five Classics. When they met that day, they asked Fu Zhiyun to ask about him. Fang Jidao said he was a fellow villager and a friend.

Tinghua turned back with some disappointment, Pei Ye also nodded, and continued to close her eyes and think about the sword moves behind.

Gradually the sun became brighter, and the school became noisy. Of course, Pei Ye could get rid of these noises, but countless discussions about the Liguan case reached his ears again.

At this time, he realized that the spread of this matter was indeed getting wider and wider, and that someone was behind it - just as Xu Chuo attacked them without any concealment, the other party also wanted to declare their victory tit for tat, and get rid of this " Tongjun” authority.

Pei Ye sighed and opened his eyes. It was almost time for class. Changsun Jue was walking in from outside with a book in his arms. As soon as he stepped into the threshold, his eyes looked back first, and then he nodded after meeting Pei Ye. But he didn't say anything and still sat down in the first two rows.

When she saw this classmate come in, Tinghua next to her immediately poked Fu Zhiyun.

Fu Zhiyun glared at her, straightened his clothes, then stood up and walked over. He leaned over and asked a few words in the expectant eyes of everyone in the Xichi Poetry Club.

But the girl raised her eyes in surprise. After listening for a moment, she shook her head slightly and replied politely.

Tinghua was disappointed: "As expected."

Cheng Youlun lay on the desk and said in a muffled voice, "Did classmate Zhangsun never participate in poetry gatherings like this?"

“Very few”

However, Fu Zhiyun did not return empty-handed. Changsun Jue clearly handed her a piece of origami and pointed back carefully.

They saw Fu Zhiyun walking back in surprise and confusion, but they went to Pei Ye's case first: "Classmate Pei, classmate Zhangsun handed this to you."

"ah?"

The young man raised his head slightly and took the neatly folded paper.

Fu Zhiyun nodded and left. Pei Ye opened the paper curiously, and a line of small words came into view: "Classmate Pei, the young master read your article and said that you are the 'Sword Eyed Snow God' and it is very well written."

Pei Ye was stunned and stunned for a moment, between being flattered and dazzled by suspicion.

Then his eyes moved downwards:

"It's just a pity that the words are a bit unfamiliar. Young Master asked me to tell classmate Pei, please copy the "Three Kingdoms·Xu Chu Biography" ten times."

Next is a line of small print:

"I'm sorry, classmate Pei, it was me who reminded you to add your name."

Pei Ye stared at this sentence for a while, and then his expression suddenly changed. He suddenly looked up and looked in front of him. Changsun Jueben was also looking back at him. At this time, he realized that he had received it, and he quickly stepped back as soon as his eyes touched him. Overdone.

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Pei Ye looked at the paper in silence, holding the corners unconsciously with his hands. Finally, he sighed softly, folded it and put it away.

While Pei Ye was looking forward to seeing him, Fang Jidao finally held up his hat and came late. Pei Ye patted the seat next to him, and then the scholar sat down panting and said apologetically as usual.

"I'm really sorry, Brother Pei, that I couldn't study with you this morning." Fang Jidao wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief and apologized, "I just couldn't make it in time."

"I won't pay you any wages." Pei Ye casually injected a burst of energy into him and sighed, "Why are you so busy?"

Fang Jidao was silent for a moment, and then shook his head with a sigh: "It's a long story, forget it - what's in this section?"

"It's "Spring and Autumn" again. I brought you a copy." Pei Ye handed it to him.

Soon Li Mingqiu entered the class on time again, and the school became quiet. Pei Ye finished the class with Fang Jidao's detailed explanation. The sun set and it was time for the school to dismiss. Many people stretched and started to pack their things. .

Fang Jidao still hurriedly said goodbye and left. Tinghua came over curiously: "Classmate Pei, what did classmate Changsun give you?"

Pei Yezi refused to tell her, lowering his head and pretending not to hear. But at this moment, a harsh voice came from the front.

"Fang Jidao, why are you so honest today?" A noble man wearing jade on his waist shouted loudly. The voice passed through half of the school, and the scholars' actions suddenly became fixed. "Yesterday, you were yelling at me happily. Today, you are holding me in your arms." The tail?"

Fang Jidao had already reached the door. At this moment, he paused and turned his head to look at the person coldly: "Since it doesn't make sense, why should Fang bother to talk more."

"Hahahahaha, didn't you realize that the situation was wrong and run away?" Mr. Guiyi sneered, "Let me tell you, today there is no movement in Jingzhao Mansion again, the Taiping Cao Gang is safe and sound, and the ten-day banquet is over It’s half done.”

"If you don't feel guilty, why are you shouting in such a hurry?" Fang Jidao retorted.

"Am I guilty? What a stupid duck with a tough mouth." Mr. Guiyi said coldly, "Fang Jidao, an earthworm shakes a tree, a bird turns into a phoenix, there is nothing in the world!"

Fang Jidao said coldly: "I was born wearing colorful clothes, so I think I am a phoenix."

Tinghua tilted her head and whispered: "Is this person from the Zheng family?"

Lin Yuxian paused: "Zheng Zhiyi, the fourth son of the Zheng family."

Fu Zhiyun said softly: "I saw them quarreling in the bookstore two days ago. It seems to be about the carp museum case. Student Fang seems to be on Master Di's side. He has been quarreling with others recently."

“I don’t think any of my Chinese classmates have ever blushed with anyone.”

"This case has been really noisy recently."

On the other side, Zheng Zhiyi was furious: "Who has the final say when a pair of dog eyes cannot see the capital! A fourth-rank Shaoqing wants to make trouble! A shitty Sansi, a Li Zhao and a Pei Ye."

Someone has tried to smooth things over, and stood up to appease: "Okay, okay, we are all classmates, and there is really no sound from Lord Di now"

"What do you mean there is no sound?!" Fang Jidao was really angry because of this persuasion, "The trafficking of people is obvious to all! Now when discussing this matter, don't talk about the Cao Gang harming people! Don't talk about the suffering of the people! Don't talk about the corruption of the powerful! Everyone just talks about who is in power. Who is weak, so what? ! Weak, so what? ! Even if this case cannot be investigated, you are still a bunch of evil maggots! Lord Di and the others will still go down in history! "

The school was quiet for a while and then slightly agitated, as if someone wanted to stand up and agree. In the past few days, the children of the powerful have been talking a lot, and many scholars with little influence actually have the same idea as Fang Jidao; Zheng Zhiyi stood up suddenly, pointing at Fang Jidao and wanting to say something; and Changsun Jue had already spoken, looking at Zheng Zhiyi and frowning and saying in a clear voice: "Don't say bad things in the school"

But all the agitation stopped at the voice coming from behind.

"I am Pei Ye." The clear and calm voice strangled all the quarrels in an instant.

Even Zheng Zhiyi turned back in shock, and people doubted their ears for a while. No one thought that the participants in this case would be in this school.

"The carp merchants have seen it all, these evil deeds are lying under the sun." Pei Ye said calmly, "I said to deal with the Taiping Cao Gang, it will not survive the tenth day."

No one spoke, Zheng Zhiyi was also speechless this time, and the out-of-control school returned to silence.

Pei Ye was indeed a little tired of such discussions. The school originally made him relaxed and happy; not to mention seeing Fang Jidao alone arguing for this - the scholar certainly didn't want him to stand out.

Many eyes were cast on him, Pei Ye picked up his schoolbag and stood up, Tinghua murmured in astonishment: "Pei classmate"

Pei Ye smiled and signaled her, and walked out of the school.