The Lord who use immortals as food

A cold rain of swords, five lost lives.

The bodies of the last five senior officers of the Taiping Cao fell into the lake. Pei Ye slowly sheathed his sword and turned his head to look at the distant and majestic voice on the south bank.

Across the lake and the rain, it was almost deathly quiet.

Wearing a distant black cloak and a third-grade martial arts medal, he has the temperament of having been in a high position for a long time, and there is some heavy rage that is about to explode.

Pei Ye looked at him quietly, but didn't even hold the sword, as if he was sure that he didn't dare to take action.

The Taiping Cao Gang is finished. You don’t know what we will find out from it, so how dare you impulsively get involved with it?

Clinging to the branches of King Yan and being promoted to the third level, the resources spent and the relationships involved are not meant to be discounted here. So at this time, he could only play the role of an impartial General Jinwu. He would rather watch his close colleagues and old friends be killed than reveal any relationship between himself and the [Law Shou Order].

Pei Ye withdrew his gaze, and a cold voice spread through Xichi: "The Third Division is investigating the case of the Carp House. I don't have to worry about it anymore."

Then he stepped onto the lake and swept across the lake. He had already passed through the West Lake. Yan Feiqing stood side by side.

They came from the east bank of the West Lake, killed all the Taiping Cao people in Feijing Tower, and headed for the west bank of the West Lake.

And there is Taiping Pier.

The city guard team was no longer needed, the search documents had been signed, and Xie Chuantang led a team of detectives to break into the place.

Anyone who dared to stop her was no enemy of the woman, and more importantly, until this moment, many gang members in the dock had not reacted.

All those in the West Hall who could tell the news had been wiped out, and when the bodies of the people in Feijinglou were floating on the lake, two killer stars had already crashed into the island.

There is absolutely no time to destroy the body and eliminate all traces.

The so-called "like entering uninhabited land", the whole dock was turned up, and finally they discovered a huge prison underground in the area where the pit workers were not allowed to go.

Sure enough, it was "fifteen feet from north to south, nineteen feet from east to west, eighty cells, and three hundred prisoners." The people huddled in the corners were all good people.

This is of course the most irrefutable evidence. Both the human and material evidence are placed in front of the entire Shenjing. The lights at Taiping Pier will not be extinguished this night. Di Jiu, who has just woken up in the morning, will come here in person and everything will be thoroughly verified. .

Pei Ye stood at the door of the prison, and the panic-looking people were being led out of the dungeon one by one. Everyone had more or less traces of violence on their bodies. You can imagine how the land deeds were fingerprinted during the beating. Xie Chuantang looked at his soaked clothes and mutilated body, frowned and whispered: "You go back for treatment first."

Pei Ye shook his head: "Wait."

He looked at the faces of the people who came out. It wasn't until a couple with similar looks came out with numb expressions that Pei Ye reached out and raised his hand, his expression relaxed: "You two stop, do you dare to ask if they are Cheng Xiaozhu's parents?"

The couple raised their heads in shock, and the next moment their expressions suddenly changed. Surprise, fear and other emotions surged up at the same time, but only for a moment. The pale young hero in front of them continued: "I have been asked to inform you. , Cheng Xiaozhu has been rescued at Jingzhao Yamen, and we can meet each other after a short break. "

On the south bank, the rain gradually stopped and the lights gradually dispersed.

Of course, any poetry meeting that was interrupted was no longer held, but everyone on the Green Flower Stage felt that the night was worthwhile.

For the students who discussed right and wrong in the Imperial College and held a poetry meeting for the first time to watch swords, such a real world was really impressive. The already settled case of Liguan was overturned by two swords. The entire Taiping Cao Gang was destroyed overnight. You can imagine that this was a source of endless discussion for many days to come.

Only Zheng Zhiyi looked stiff.

But not many people paid attention to the young master's mood. Tinghua stared intently at the lake where the people had disappeared. Suddenly she grabbed Fu Zhiyun's wrist next to her and turned her bright eyes: "If you can't invite me to the next poetry and swords meeting, If classmate Pei, I will die."

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On the Fengying Stage, Cui Zhaoye looked quietly at the empty lake, feeling that his soul had woken up.

She has been fascinated by swords since she was a child, but those supreme sword gates all pointed in a direction that she didn't like.

"Ruthless", "Heaven", "Wu Liu", "Empty". The higher the sword, the more likely such words will appear. Cui Zhaoye admired the talents of those swordsmen of the past generations, and she really thought about swordsmen like Yan Feiqing, but as she said: "I still think that 'swords' should belong to 'people'."

It's a pity that after thirty years of searching for a swordsman, Cui Zhaoye didn't expect to meet a swordsman who could stand on the same line with these people and walk on another road at such a young age.

Until I saw a sword falling in the rain.

"You know, he must not have learned this sword for more than ten days." Cui Zhaoye said softly.

Changsun Jue turned his head. His best friend was leaning on the railing, holding his chin, his eyes shining brightly in the candlelight.

"Can this be seen?" She was surprised.

"Of course, if you know how to use this kind of sword, you can, and if you don't, you just can't." Cui Zhaoye rarely talks so much, "For example, Yan Feiqing cannot use this kind of sword."

"Can Yan Feiqing learn it too?" Changsun Jue, who had also watched the sword for a few days, also had his own understanding.

"It's not as good as Pei Ye using it after learning it."

"..." Changsun Jue was silent for a moment, and then became a little curious, "Then Pei Ye is really a very powerful swordsman?"

"That's right." Cui Zhaoye held his face with both hands, "Look just now, he was standing alone, holding the sword casually, and the most basic 'horizontal sword stand' was crooked by three inches. But because of these missing three inches, that The divine intention is immediately clear and palpable.”

".Is it OK to be wrong?"

"Of course! The mind is condensed and the body is scattered. That is the state of turning into the rain." Cui Zhaoye said softly, "Also, look at the attack he used twice, where he stumbled first and then exploded, but the pace It’s completely different from the movement of the sword, but every one of them is so amazing and perfect. You know, every move of his can only be used in many extremely demanding situations. "

"Well" Changsun Jue thought carefully.

"I'm not criticizing other swordsmen, but if you put those mediocre people who are demanding moves in the same situation, they will be ready to be killed!" Cui Zhaoye held his chin and said in a manly voice, "Also, after he just sheathed his sword , looking towards us, he has wet black hair, a lonely figure, his face is so pale and cold, but he looks at Yang Junhu with slightly drooped eyes."

Changsun Jue was thinking about that scene, and suddenly he frowned slightly and nodded his chin curiously: "Didn't he already put away his sword at this time? What's the meaning of his expression?"

Cui Zhaoye still held his chin: "I mean, he is so handsome."