The Lord who use immortals as food

There are indeed many customers in the building.

By this time, the guests had already gathered, and unless there were some new arrivals, most of them would still go together.

Pei Ye had never seen the so-called worship of Buddha. At this time, he only followed Cui Zhaoye all the way up. This building was indeed wider than expected. When he climbed to the seventh floor, he turned forward through a long corridor, and the scenery in front of him suddenly changed. suddenly see the light.

I don't know how many floors were hollowed out in the middle of the building, like a huge patio, but now there were no lanterns and dancing, and the gentle and faint sound of chanting began to float in the air. Buddha statues were surrounded on the high walls on all sides. Pei Ye I raised my head and took a quick look around, but I didn't see the so-called "master".

But it was the first time I saw other guests.

The sudden sense of enlightenment was also reflected in the characters. When they first saw it, they were dressed in bright red, like fire and red. He was standing right in front of them, holding the fence with one hand, and there was no one around him to talk to.

It was obviously the figure of a tall woman, with her hair tied easily, and behind her was a slender box, which was significantly longer than an ordinary sword box.

She turned around when she heard the footsteps, with a domineering python face on her face.

Pei Ye was looking at it in a daze, but Cui Zhaoye had already lowered his head and smiled at her, pulling the young man away and walking away.

Cui Zhaoye stopped walking several feet away and placed the boy next to the railing.

"...What's wrong?" Pei Yeji whispered, "Do you recognize her?"

Cui Zhaoye glanced at him secretly: "What's wrong with this? Everyone can see it, but no one dares to guess it - everyone knows that she is going to try the knife this time. Back then [Sword Ghost], you pointed it out to her." If she can't fight, she won't have trouble with you."

Pei Ye was stunned: "...who is she?"

Cui Zhaoye glanced at him and laughed softly: "Young Master Pei really doesn't know the world's heroes - that is none other than He Hongzhu, the original [Sword Ghost] of White Deer Palace, who is currently fourth on the crane list."

"Well..."

Cui Zhaoye smiled and pulled him to look at another swordsman lying on the beam. But Pei Ye recovered from his daze and stopped him first: "This senior [Sword Demon], this year How old are you?”

"...Although you deserve to be called 'Senior', he is only thirty-two or thirty years old. He is considered an extremely, extremely young contemporary legend."

Pei Ye breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this and said to himself: "That's really not as good as Miss Ming."

"..."

At the same time, Pei Ye suddenly trembled. A very stressful gaze suddenly fell on him. Pei Ye froze for a moment and turned his head to look. The python face just now was staring at him motionlessly. Looking at him.

The mask is naturally expressionless.

After a while, the python-faced man looked away and looked downstairs.

Although Pei Ye didn't break into a cold sweat, his heart and lungs started beating at this time. The voice of Cui Zhaoye next to him reached his ears: "Hey, young hero, there is no soundproof formation here."

"...Now I know." He said calmly.

"This person seems to care about Miss Ming very much." He whispered to Black Cat in his heart.

At this time, he followed the girl's instructions and saw that the swordsman on the beam was lying in an awkward position, with the hem of his clothes and one leg hanging down. The sword wrapped in cloth was placed on his belly. Hold a wine gourd and pour it into your mouth.

But his face was wearing an amiable big yellow dog mask, which was quite comical.

Cui Zhaoye smiled and said, "Does Shaoxia Pei recognize this man who wields a sword?"

Pei Ye frowned for a moment and shook his head - the sword wielder was no more thin-faced than the sword wielder in front of Pei Shaoxia. He thought that he might not be able to guess this person even if he was naked, let alone wrapped up so tightly.

"Haha, young hero doesn't recognize me but he recognizes me. This is Zhou Shise, a swordsman from the Southern Kingdom. He uses the sword very well. I even wrote a sword review for him." Cui Zhaoye smiled, "Let's go and expose him. "

Pei Ye was still thinking about how to say hello, but the girl had already dragged him to the foot of the beam, raised his head and said with a smile: "Zhou is a pervert, don't you need to be embarrassed now that you've been drunk for a while? Today's swordsmen are very powerful, you must be at the bottom." !”

"Hmm~~" Mr. Liang stretched out slowly, looking even more sloppy, "The eyebrows make me slandered, the beauty makes me worried... Miss Cui, you are talking nonsense again."

"Why, have you improved in your swordsmanship recently?"

"No, no, no." Zhou Shi drunkenly squinted his eyes and chanted like a drama, "Zhou will not draw his sword today."

"Hey, it turns out I'm a turtle with my head turned upside down."

"Living in a shell without anything to do, you can only stretch your head when you have flesh... If Miss Cui can give me a piece of incense paper, we will make an appointment after dusk." Zhou Shise took off his mask and turned his face sideways, revealing a face with clear and handsome features. And the face with messy beard and hair thought he smiled softly and said, "What's the harm if I draw the sword for the beauty once?"

Cui Zhaoye smiled and said: "Get lost."

"Hmm~" Zhou Shise groaned and lay back on the beam, "How many beauties are there today? The big beauties don't dare to ask, but the little beauties tell me to get out..."

"Huan Pavilion is full of beauties, both male and female."

"Those are not beauties, they are pitiful people..." Zhou Shise let out a long sigh, "Don't touch them, don't touch them... Alas, it's better to drink fine wine than to be in a high position in this world!"

He raised the wine and drank again.

"This is my favorite swordsman Pei Ye. I introduce it to you. Remember to say hello when you see him in the future."

"I know." Zhou Shi replied vaguely.

Cui Zhaoye turned around, and Pei Ye frowned slightly and whispered: "What is 'Huan Pavilion'?"

Cui Zhaoye paused and seemed to see the clean and handsome face under the young man's mask. She hesitated and interrupted with a smile: "Why is Shaoxia Pei asking this? Don't be a bad example."

Pei Ye looked at her seriously: "Are they those from Liguan?"

Cui Zhaoye also calmed his expression and nodded slightly.

Then looked at him with some worry.

"Hmm..." Pei Ye was thoughtful, then tilted his head and smiled, "What's that expression on your face? - It's not Miss Cui's fault. Miss Cui is a very good person in my heart."

Cui Zhaoye immediately put on a beautiful smile, and soon put his hands on his hips and said, "I am standing on the same side as Master Xu, who is afraid that you will anger me... I am afraid that you will be angry yourself."

She had obviously heard something about this young man's past somewhere, and it must have something to do with fighting evil with his life.

"Ah, I have grown up a lot." Pei Ye smiled, almost astonished, "Don't inquire about the past... Hey, there are a lot of people over there."

When Pei Ye took the initiative to look around this time, more people caught his eye.

In the bright candlelight, a slender Taoist man wearing a white crane face and a crane feather hairpin stood beside the railing and talked leisurely with others, occasionally taking a piece of gold or a piece of jade from his hand and swallowing it.

——Pei Ye must have seen clearly that it was definitely not a pill or anything similar, but real gold and white jade. "They are from the Quanzhen lineage of Taoism." Cui Zhaoye followed his gaze from the side, "The Quanzhen sect cultivates the inner elixir internally, which is the authentic practice of Xuanmen; the external elixirs are only used for various daily supplements. But later they painstakingly researched the substance [Dantian Bridge], which allowed many substances to avoid the human body and go directly to the meridian tree, and then supplemented it with specific exercises. From then on, the elixir also became a way of cultivation... The book persuades gold, swallows White jade can only be seen on them."

Pei Ye looked at it with wonder: "Does Miss Cui know who he is?"

"Hmm..." Cui Zhaoye nodded his chin and thought, "Quanzhen Divine Pills often come to Shenjing to sell them, and there are quite a few disciples in the city. As for the one who can come to Huanlou...it won't be [Chixue Liuzhu] 】Ning Chaolie?”

Pei Ye didn't bother to ask how powerful this man was. He was attracted by the man opposite him. He was a young man with a gentle and elegant temperament wearing only a green robe. He wore an interesting chicken noodle. Just looking at it from a distance, you seem to have thought of his polite and gentle voice - it may be a little weak due to the cold weather, but he must be looking at you seriously.

This person has no cultivation.

Cui Zhaoye obviously couldn't recognize him for a moment, and as he looked around, it became clear that there were more people he couldn't recognize:

A young cultivator wearing a sword was leaning in the shadow under the pillar. His clothes were simple and he had a mysterious snake face on his face. His whole person was like a shadow. When Pei Ye saw him for the first time, his sword The feeling is beating with great vigor.

A young man in black clothes stood quietly in front of the railing. His mask was actually made of cold iron, and it was a formidable tiger face. He is obviously a little too young, but this majestic attire does not appear inappropriate on him at all, and only highlights the dignity that cannot be concealed. He is indeed enough to stand out from the crowd on such occasions. There is no one around him, and his pale eyes only glance at others from time to time.

What is even more eye-catching is a dragon face, its color is as dark as maple, and it is dressed in expensive silk and jade. It is waving a fan and walking towards Liang Zhoushise. The pace is very brisk, and the expression under the mask seems to be smiling.

…

There were about twenty people upstairs at this time. Pei Ye naturally didn't recognize them, and they didn't recognize Pei Ye either. However, even though Cui Zhaoye relied on Zhou Shise's accusation, he was quickly recognized by others and picked up with a smile. Take off the mask.

When these gentlemen and ladies came to greet each other, Pei Ye stood quietly behind the girl and looked around without saying a word. He couldn't tell whether he was mysterious or well-behaved. Cui Zhaoye naturally smiled and said nothing, and would not reveal his identity at this time, so someone actually asked her where she found such an innocent servant.

Especially when the bell rang and the Buddhist meeting began, various snacks began to be served. Cui Zhaoye carefully selected a few delicious ones and handed them to him, which made him feel even more favored in the eyes of others.

It was at this moment that Pei Ye turned around and saw the young Tanhualang again. The chanting was gradually getting louder. He was sitting on a futon and looked at Pei Ye in a daze. He woke up when he saw the young man turning around. , tilting his head to look at the burning incense candle below.

But soon his eyes moved to the chicken noodle scholar.

Lu Xiu's mask was also in his hands and he was talking to another young master who was still wearing a mask far away. Pei Ye didn't know whether the Tanhua Lang was recognized or was not allowed to disguise himself, so he hesitated for a moment. , and walked towards him.

As soon as Pei Ye came, he understood why he was sitting here - Lu Xiu was a cultivator, but this weak scholar had no cultivation skills. It was obviously a heavy burden to climb the stairs for an hour, run errands, and ask for favors everywhere. Only then did he Only then did I have some free time to rest.

"My name is Pei Ye, please don't call me names." Pei Ye sat down next to him and handed him a snack, "Brother, what is your surname?"

"...Let's call him Xu Menglang." This man indeed had red lips and white teeth, and his hair was stained with sweat on his forehead. He raised his hand and saluted, "Nice to meet you."

Perhaps Pei Ye was the only one in this building whose identity and temperament were similar to his. Pei Ye felt that he seemed to be more relaxed.

"Miss Cui is so kind to you." Xu Menglang hesitated for a moment, looked at him with some envy and whispered. It was obvious that the scholar had caught the way the girl smiled and held the snacks to him just now.

"Ah... we are friends." Pei Ye said hesitantly. He couldn't directly say "We are not in the same relationship as you", but other than that, it would be troublesome to explain clearly.

"I know," Xu Menglang nodded and glanced at Cui Zhaoye again, "I mean... Miss Cui is really nice and she is willing to 'be friends' with you."

He smiled at Pei Ye.

"..." Pei Ye was silent, then smiled and shook his head, "She is willing to be friends with me, so I made friends with her; I had met Lu Xiu in the Sword Academy a long time ago, she usually ignores people, and I am too lazy to make friends with her - do you understand?"

Xu Menglang was slightly stunned, Pei Ye looked at him seriously.

"Everyone is the same." Pei Ye said slowly, lowered his head and picked up a pot of tea to pour for him.

"...Hahaha." Xu Menglang suddenly lowered his head and laughed, "Everyone is born with self-respect, not charity from others... Thank you, Mr. Pei, it's been a long time since anyone told me such a simple and fluent truth."

"You misunderstood me first, I didn't want to reason with you scholars." Pei Ye smiled, he looked down, at this time the Buddhist chanting became more and more intense, some rare musical instruments also sounded, but a faint, rustling sound inexplicably sounded under the skylight.

"But that's all nonsense." Xu Menglang raised his head and drank the tea in one gulp, whispering, "Mr. Pei, the noble lady in your dream, the lifelong ambition, the twenty years of studying... can you throw them all away just for a face?"

He tilted his head and smiled: "Then why don't I stay at home and farm."

Pei Ye raised his eyebrows: "Why, if you ignore Lu Xiu, won't you get the position of Tanhua?"

"Hahaha..." Xu Menglang tilted his head to suppress the voice, "It's not up to me whether I care or not, if I'm not more flattering, I don't even have to enter the examination room... Ha, it's all thanks to my good birth."

Pei Ye was really puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Xu Menglang raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Mr. Pei doesn't seem to be born in the Tang Dynasty."

"Country bumpkin, new to Shenjing."

"Shenjing has been so lively these days, just take a look at the national newspaper." Xu Menglang looked at the railing and sighed, and his soft eyes showed a cold look for the first time, "If the 'public recommendation' is not abolished, who can surpass the aristocratic family to become an official?"

"..." Pei Ye remembered it in an instant.

In fact, he went to school and read newspapers, talked with Xu Chuo, Fang Jidao, and Changsun Jue, and walked among the scholars in Xiuwenguan. He was always influenced by them, but he was always more concerned about military affairs, so he never thought about these things.

Before the imperial examination, candidates should visit noble people everywhere and submit their essays, which is called "circulating the volume"; examiners do not judge the level of the test papers, but refer to the opinions of dignitaries and literary celebrities before the exam, and list the candidates according to their "morality, talent and reputation", which is called "public recommendation".

It is not a custom that comes by chance, but a system of official recommendation.

Pei Ye remembered the words that Qi Zhaohua told him on the night when he first came to Beijing and had dinner with friends. Only then did he understand the woman's mood when she sighed.

"But, Pei Ye, do you think this is my fault? ... Why do I have to go to compose poems and feast?"

"Why can't I let go of this 'beautiful skin and foolish body'? Why do I and those fifty-year-old scholars have to practice this flattering skin before we can enter those government offices? What did he lose to me in?"

"Enjun said that there are a million people like me in the world."

"...That's it." Pei Ye was silent for a moment, "It seems that the situation of you scholars is indeed much more difficult."

"If a warrior does not join a sect, what's the difference?" Xu Menglang raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"Huh? Do we cultivators have to cling to the legs of the aristocratic families too?"

Xu Menglang smiled: "You have followed Miss Cui to climb here, but you say you don't understand? This is the highest banquet in Shenjing."

Pei Ye was silent for a moment: "Don't you know what I'm here for?"

"Who can know this?"

"...I'll show you in a while." Pei Ye sighed lightly, but looked at the patio quietly, his face restrained.

It was a gigantic white snake head, floating up along the edge of the building, holding a page of scriptures in its mouth, and revealing half of its bright yellow pupils at their level.