The Lord who use immortals as food

Di Jiu was lying in the back office of Jingzhao Mansion. Li Zhao, who was guarding him, had chapped lips and a pale face.

"The doctor said that the poison enters the heart and is in danger." He said hoarsely, "I was so dizzy that I didn't expect that they would dare to do such a thing. I should guard you at all times."

"I invited a black-sash warlock from Immortal Terrace, and she will be here soon." Pei Ye said, "You can contact Taishan Yaolu after that. It will be fine."

Li Zhao nodded blankly.

Pei Ye turned his head and looked. Di Jiu's lips were blue and his eyes were tightly closed. Only the rise and fall of his chest and abdomen still showed life.

Li Zhaozhen Qi had been protecting his heart. After Xing Zhi came over, he replaced him with the circulation of the spiritual energy array.

"It's all right for the time being." Xing Zhi also came in a hurry, "I contacted Taishan Yaolu. They should be enough to wake up Mr. Di, but..."

She looked at Pei Ye: "Before I came here, I asked Shaojun that there might be a more appropriate way to completely resolve this threat."

"What?"

"Ren Jing Zhaoyin."

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Farewell to the people in the mansion, Pei Ye and Xing Zhi walked out.

"If the case is completed, we will be established in Nanya." Xing Zhi tilted her head and looked at him, "Do you want my help?"

"Xing Zishou will be here soon, don't cause trouble for yourself." Pei Ye smiled, took off the wild goose sign from his waist and handed it to her, "Take it back to avoid trouble."

Xing Zhi took it and smiled: "Pei Shaoxia really comes and goes freely."

"Do you know someone who is a great noodle lover?"

Xing Zhi was stunned for a moment and said nothing.

"I wonder if I can have the opportunity to ask the museum owner to help me introduce him." Pei Ye sighed lightly, "That person said it really well. 'If you choose to enter the world, you have to face the world.'"

Pei Ye and Xing Zhi separated at the intersection, and agreed to drink at Zhaixinglou after the business was over. Then he stroked the hilt of his sword and thought quietly, then walked a few streets back to the Sword Xiuyuan.

After leaving early and returning in the afternoon, it seemed as if nothing had happened. Before entering the hospital, he saw the noble carriage leaving again. Pei Ye went straight to the small sword field. Not long after the swordplay ended, the swordsmen were all still talking at the big sword field. But Yang Zhenbing is indeed already in the second four games.

"Help me try the sword again." Pei Ye closed the door.

Without talking, Yang Zhenbing gathered his true energy in silence, and a strong sword was forged.

The sword of Ba Sheng, the sword held by Yang Zhenbing, and the sword of the 19th Hefu Book were once again impregnable in front of him.

Pei Ye took a deep breath and took out his sword and wiped it. When the winter wind ruffled his forehead, the bright light slipped out of the sheath.

Tsing Yi staggered over in five steps. This figure was not fast enough, elegant enough, and agile enough. Because those are the characteristics of youth.

Like an old cicada whose branches are crumbling, its entire body has reached the end of its life, but there is one last chirp before it falls. This cry is not the domineering one in his prime, nor is it a cry for others to hear, but the power that bursts out from the end of his own life.

So he used to stare at the tyrannical blockade in front of him, trying to squeeze out all the strength of his body to destroy it, but he went astray.

But young people are always used to crushing powerful enemies, especially young people like him. It is normal for this sword to take a detour for two days.

The staggering and weak figure collided with Yang Zhenbing's horizontal sword. Pei Ye closed his eyes. The moment the sword tip touched the sword body, his body was extremely weak. But at the same time, as if his whole life was given to this sword, Yang Zhenbing's sword broke his wrist like an iron curtain and he quickly pulled out the second sword, but was still destroyed by this sword. It wasn't until the third sword was drawn out that the boy in black gritted his teeth and held on to the sword. He was pushed back seven feet and hit the wall of the sword field, with the sword almost sticking to his throat.

Pei Ye opened his eyes and smiled weakly, taking two deep breaths.

Four hundred years ago, Shaolong ranked among the top three attacking swordsmen.

Through the clouds and leaves, the sound breaks and clears the dew.

The third part of Feiyuxian·【No. Bailu】

"Who did you fight and how was it?"

"Zuoqiu Longhua, lost."

"I remember she wasn't thirty on the list."

"Low."

Pei Ye remembered that Tianshan had been in the Western Kingdom for a long time, and Zuoqiu Longhua might have walked down the snow-capped mountains for the first time. Xianrentai’s understanding of these distant geniuses was inevitably biased. After all, Yang Zhenbing only rose to the top after winning second place in the Southern Sword Festival. .

He nodded and stopped talking.

The two practiced swordplay here until late at night. They helped each other when necessary and did not interfere with each other when not needed. It was not until the cold moon was in the sky that Yang Zhenbing arranged the six swords in order and held them in his arms. Returned to the Sword Academy with him.

In the clear courtyard on a winter night, the trees were sparse and the flowers were falling. Yan Feiqing, a clean monk, was still leaning on the chair and still flipping through the old book in his hand.

Pei Ye wiped off the sweat on his body, hung the washed clothes in the courtyard with his bare feet, wiped his hands and tapped his shoulder.

Yan Feiqing looked back at him with a face that looked even more fairy-like under the moonlit night, and raised her eyebrows at him.

"Help me fight in three days, are you free?" Pei Ye looked at him, paused and added, "You are so beautiful."

Three days is not too long, but it is enough time to accomplish many things.

The "Ten Days Banquet" at Feijing Tower in Xichi has been held for nine days. After tonight, this sensational event in Shenjing will be over.

Master Di, who fell down in front of everyone three days ago, finally made no sound anymore.

The thundering Liguan case came to an end. After a storm, the Taiping Cao Gang became more powerful. Everyone saw what kind of support they had behind them. The most prestigious gang in Shenjing was entrenched on Feijing Tower. For a while, there were only crowds of people, and no one dared to challenge it.

Even though the evidence and the case had been placed in Jingzhao Prefecture, no one paid attention to it, and it was just some waste paper.

The West Pond was still the West Pond with prosperous lights. Tonight was also a cool and good weather. It seemed that winter rain would fall, but the stars were still high in the sky.

There were many tourists on the south bank, and countless literati and scholars were feasting on the stage. The shadow of Feijing Tower was reflected in the water, and Pinghu was a beautiful scene.

On the Luhua Stage, which was facing the water on three sides, the poetry meeting was about to begin, but there was still one person who had not arrived. Tinghua and Fu Zhiyun had no intention of enjoying the scenery, and they gathered together to look at the street below.

This poetry gathering was finally well organized. There were more than 30 people, most of whom were students of the Imperial College, and there were also some young literati who were on good terms. For the south bank of the West Pond tonight, this was probably a gathering of high status.

Tinghua looked to the left again. The swordsmen in martial uniforms and swords were still sitting and chatting. The candles in front of the table were warm and bright, reflecting the purple and crystal grape juice in the glass cup.

As more people participated in the poetry gathering, the network of contacts was greatly expanded. Everyone invited several swordsmen from different backgrounds, making this poetry and sword gathering finally look decent.

The young man Bian Weiji, who wore a thin sword on his waist, was sitting in the middle, smiling and saying something to the two people next to him. Tinghua knew that this young man was now famous because of a sword note written by Cui Zhaoye that day that was published in Shenjing. It said that he "had a thin sword and a spirit of flowers and moon", which made many people look at the name "Bian Weiji".

This young swordsman was indeed slender, with black hair tied behind his head, a light mole at the corner of his eye, bright eyes, and a radiant face, as he was drinking and smiling with everyone.

Now he is the signature figure of this poetry gathering, and it is precisely because of this name that seven or eight people signed up for this gathering in the last two days.

"Look, the one leaning on the halberd and drinking alone on the top floor is the 'Taiping Quail'." The scholars on the other side tilted their heads and pointed, "Quail means brave and good at fighting. I heard that this big dragon head fought three masters with a bamboo pole eight or nine years ago. He is really a hero!"

"Master Zheng! Master Zheng! Can you take us to toast with wine later?"

Zheng Zhiyi leaned on his seat, but tapped his fan and smiled lazily: "Why didn't Fang Jidao come today?"

Several people laughed.

Tinghua retracted his gaze. As the circle grew larger, someone called the son of the noble family. The case that had caused a lot of uproar a few days ago was now silent. The prosperity and prestige of the Taiping Cao Gang were close at hand, and it was inevitable that people would make fun of this matter.

As for the young man who said "I am Pei Ye" in court that day, he still looked so clear when he said "I said I would deal with the Taiping Cao Gang, and it would not survive the tenth day". Tinghua and others later learned that he was the Yan Jian.

But that was six days ago.

There has been no news about him for six days, and he has not appeared again. Now that the situation has been determined, no one knows where he is. Yan Jian of Xianrentai is also a legendary figure. I am afraid he has also cultivated himself. Unfortunately, things are not decided by people. I heard from Yuan Junfang that none of the sixteen guards were willing to come out, and the only Zhonglang Jiang who had signs was also pressed to death. Now I heard that Lord Di is also unconscious, and the three divisions are no longer in existence.

But those were all very distant rumours and things that happened in the distant past. Tinghua still hoped to see him in the academy again one day and would definitely seize the opportunity to ask him about the world.

But the more urgent thing was the present matter.

".Hasn't he come yet?" Fu Zhiyun frowned, "What did he say?"

"He said that day that Pei Ye introduced him, and then asked me for the time and location, saying that he would definitely arrive on time." Tinghua supported her face, "There's only half a quarter of an hour left."

Lin Yuxian next to him said: "It's okay, there are seven swordsmen now, one more or less doesn't matter."

"No, we made the promise first." Fu Zhiyun frowned a little anxiously, "I told Young Master Bian that we would invite a swordsman to compete with him, and Young Master Bian agreed. There weren't so many people at that time."

She continued: "Later, these swordsmen came and told them the news, so you see that now there is an odd number, and no one is partnering with Young Master Bian."

Lin Yuxian was silent for a while: "If it doesn't work, then we can shuffle the order of the swordplay, and then we can take the initiative to mention who wants to try with whom. Let's give it a try. It's not a competition anyway. "

"Actually, I think it's better if it's true." Fu Zhiyun said worriedly, "It's not that I'm afraid that he won't come, but I'm afraid that he will come suddenly. Now I know that we thought too simply before, thinking that it would be enough for two swordsmen to compete with each other - but think about it carefully, how can someone who has just read the Thousand Character Classic recite poems with literary celebrities?"

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"Look at those swordsmen, the difference between them is actually very obvious. But we don't know where the swordsman introduced by classmate Pei came from or how good his swordsmanship is?" Fu Zhiyun whispered, "If we arrange a swordsman who is far inferior to Bian Shaoxia, both sides will be embarrassed and boring."

"What is the name of that swordsman?"

"I don't know, he has never shown up again. Now we all know these swordsmen, and they are familiar with each other. But this one has never communicated with us once, and I'm afraid it will be embarrassing. "

The people who were already seated were indeed becoming more and more familiar with each other in conversation. Of course, the topic mainly focused on Bian Weiji. Although the other swordsmen were also talented, the name "Famous Sect True Successor" was still too rare in the world. What's more, this person from Nanyue Mountain has just received the Cui family's sword review, and he is in the limelight.

As the time approaches, more and more people are obviously paying attention to the vacant seat at the end of the row of swordsmen. The swordsmen themselves also asked each other, looking at Bian Weiji, who also shook his head.

Just when Fu Zhiyun was about to stand up and speak as if he was relieved, Ting Hua, who had been silent next to him, suddenly straightened up: "Look, is that coming?"

A few people were startled and looked up, only to see an elegant man walking in curiously at the entrance of Luhuatai. He was dressed almost like a scholar, his clothes were casual and very clean. If the quota hadn't been filled and if he hadn't had a sword hanging on his waist, several people would have almost mistaken him for a scholar attending the meeting.

"That's him." Tinghua, who had met once, quickly stood up and waved - she knew that everyone here was acquaintances, only the swordsman introduced by classmate Pei who came to rescue was an unknown person, and she didn't want to make him feel left out.

The man also saw her at a glance, and immediately smiled and waved, looking very gentle.

Tinghua came down and said with a smile: "I thought you weren't coming, please sit down quickly!"

She gestured to the empty last seat.

He turned around and said to everyone on the stage: "This is the second swordsman who is willing to reward us. Without him, our poetry club would still be worried! He is -"

Tinghua was dumb for a moment, turned around and was about to ask, but was stunned.

Everyone on the stage looked at this scene with a slight confusion. They saw that the man was just walking towards the last seat with a smile, but before he could do it, he suddenly pushed the desk with a harsh "squeak".

He hadn't even finished half the glass of grape juice in his hand. The young swordsman who had just laughed and talked about the Emei Sword in a lively manner stood up hastily: "Wang, Senior Brother Wang, sit here with me."

The man looked at it and was startled for a moment, as if he had just recognized it: "Not yet? You are here too... Ah! No need, no need, no teacher is here."

The swordsman next to him, who reacted smartly, quickly stood up and moved to the last position. Before he could, he asked the man to sit down at his previous position. Then he looked at the stunned literati on the stage, lowered his head with some embarrassment, clasped his fists and said: "This is Senior Brother Wang Shousi, the hope of our southern Jinwu's fifty-year renaissance; I participated in the sword debate of the Thirty Swordsmen of the Southeast. At that time, Senior Brother Wang had been elected as the leader of the same level for nine consecutive terms and was my elder brother and senior. He is currently studying at the Shenjing Sword Xiu Academy."

Wang Shou grabbed his arm to stop him and said with a smile: "Hey, where are you selling vegetables? You can't talk about it in such detail."

Listening to the exclamations on the stage, I thought that it was my first time to participate in such a great thing. Why didn't I meet Pei Ye earlier?

There were cheers on the green stage, and the candlelight seemed much brighter. It turned out that the sky was getting colder.

The south bank of the West Lake is still bustling, but in the sky, the stars are no longer visible.