The Lord who use immortals as food

It was not that he had not inquired about the elixirs after he entered the capital. The so-called "Pulse-pulling Pill" is the realm-breaking elixir released by Taoism in the past two years. It is about the upper level of the "Ascending Pill". Currently, it is only available in a few places in Shenjing. It is available through several channels, and the quantity is relatively small. I don’t know how much such a treasure pill Pei Ye will cost, but he will definitely not be able to afford it.

"The treasure pill is given to heroes." Cui Zhaoye said seriously, avoiding his return with his hands behind his back, "I don't spend much money on weekdays, so this is a little support for those who like swords."

"It's not for nothing!" Cui Zhaoye interrupted the young man and looked at him with clear eyes, "I want to use this pill... in exchange for a presumptuous request."

"……What?"

"Can you give me the young knight's sword?"

Pei Ye lowered her head, she meant [Shan Yu].

"..."

"I see that although it is still suitable for use, it is almost too late to keep up." The girl was obviously observing carefully, and she must have been staring at it for a long time. "I will help the young hero to make a sword that fits better!"

"Sorry, no." Pei Ye said subconsciously.

"…Hmm."

"But I can give this 'Daosheng Sword' to Miss Cui." Pei Ye quickly handed over the other sword in his hand, "I don't need any pills in exchange for it."

Cui Zhaoye's eyes lit up again, as if he was afraid that he would regret it, so he raised his hand and took it. Naturally, he refused to take the elixir back, and he quickly got into the car while holding Changsun Jue's hand.

After watching them go back to the Imperial Academy, Pei Ye didn't look down at the jade box in his hand until the car was no longer visible.

"Oh, you're a famous person." Black Cat said carelessly on his shoulder.

"..." Pei Ye glanced at it with drooping eyes.

"So, what's the price, my most admired Shaoxia Pei?" Black Cat changed his tone to a slow and sinking tone.

"You are sick."

The black cat scratched him.

He and Yang Zhenbing returned to their "Tang Sanjian" courtyard. Yan Feiqing had already fallen asleep, and the cold moonlight filled the ground. Pei Ye rinsed her body and finally lay down on her soft and warm bed for the first time in a long time.

The sky is still a long gray-blue, which is a night sky unique to Shenjing. The light of the lights always wants to cover the stars.

Nowadays, there is no longer any barrier between him and this big city. The strangeness and isolation are gradually being left behind. Rangers, policemen, classmates, noble ladies... As more and more people are acquainted, the bustling lights become more friendly. Get up, there are always a few lights inside that belong to friends.

However, "friends" could not cover all the shortcomings in a young man's heart. He stared blankly at the dark roof, unconsciously playing with the kitten's ears, and slowly fell into sleep.

This long rest lasted almost until the next night. When I woke up, although the pain in my body became more and more obvious, my spirit was refreshed. Pei Ye stretched out and walked out slowly, holding on to the door frame and looking at the courtyard in a daze for a while.

There was no one in the small courtyard. Pei Ye really didn't want to practice sword practice today. He washed his face and refreshed his mind. He sat on Yan Feiqing's recliner and swayed gently, thinking slowly in his mind.

Jingzhao Mansion has not yet come up with a result as to where the threads on Fengshuiwu's limbs extend; although Xu Chuo has the little shark in his hands, Xu Chuo still needs time to establish communication with it; and on his own, Xi Ting's heart has already A palace was lit up, but there was no news about the remaining immortal power for the time being - or there was specious news everywhere.

He talked about this matter with Xu Chuo, and Xu Chuo said that he didn't need to be anxious, and she would catch it once he raised eyebrows. He also said that if there is a chance later, he would like to arrange a meeting with the master of the Immortal Terrace.

That was arranged by others anyway, and now the only thing that can be actually held in hand is the completed sword ladder.

The "Sword of Spring" is almost completed. Rain is the soul of spring. Then the cicadas stir, the birds sing at the Spring Equinox, and the poplars dance during the Qingming Festival. Only the two swords of Beginning of Spring and Guyu are still vacant. Pei Ye planned to go to the Hidden Sword Tower to pick out a sword today, but not now.

He knew that he would have a rare four days of free time, where he could comfortably read and practice swordsmanship, but before that, Pei Ye still remembered that he still had a treasured candy waiting to be tasted.

He was lying under the shadow of the tree with the kitten in his arms, and the recliner was slowly rocking in the dim light. He lit a chili fire and opened the Datang National Newspaper he took from Xu Chuo.

Just like the night in Fenghuai Courtyard three months ago.

He turned to the end with a familiar pinch of his fingers, and the familiar tone of "Qingluan in the Mirror" made him feel like he was in another world:

"Dear readers,

Huicheng waited for two months, and the new story was delivered as scheduled.

This article was written in October when winter begins. The weather is getting colder and the yellow leaves outside the window are leaving the sycamore trees. By the time it ends, I am afraid it will be at the turn of spring and summer in April, when the flowers and trees are luxuriant and the fallen leaves must have grown again. The branches.

The writing of every story is always evoked by thoughts in my heart. Some are expressive, some are mourning, and some are revealing... But this one is different from them. Its thoughts always exist in my heart, every time. Every time I moved, I pressed it down myself.

I think it's not the time yet.

But after all, we can’t always procrastinate. It’s almost time to start writing. It’s hard to describe this feeling in two words, but if I must say it, I think it’s probably to reminisce.

The hazy past is always joyful, beautiful, sad, or dangerous.

Let's start the first chapter today. I believe that when the old story ends, a new chapter will open.

Qingluan in the mirror, in Shenjing on October 10th. "

Pei Ye quietly turned the page.

"Swing Rope"

As usual, the first poem is an opening poem, which is completely different from the previous style. It is neither straightforward nor clear. Pei Ye was stunned for a moment, and then read slowly subconsciously.

Qingyu'an·Qiuquan

After playing on the swing, I looked back and the words were scattered in the east wind. The apricot color is still cold and the rain has not stopped. I want to hope that the sky will clear, but it says that the sky is dusk, and I missed it at that time.

A cup of night wine has countless stars, and I dream that I will drink and fly to your soul. Suddenly I lost the small ferry at the Milky Way. It is difficult to tie the flowing shadow, and there is no paper to rely on, and it is easy to disperse the dew of this morning.