The Lord who use immortals as food

Cui Zhaoye watched the man go upstairs, but the young man still stood where he was.

She stepped forward, looked away and smiled: "I found out about several swordsmen, all of them have very interesting names, and they all wear masks."

"Really?" Pei Ye turned around and smiled, "I just heard someone say 'Yu Feng Nian Little Sword Immortal', who is that?"

"He Jiula from Xudao Mountain is one of the most famous genius swordsmen in the Yufeng period. People say, 'There is no sword beyond the clouds, but there is poetry in the sword.' The elegance and beauty of the sword are unparalleled." Cui Zhaoye said with great anticipation, "I have only seen this talented swordsman in sword books. It was said that an envoy from the Southern Kingdom came to Beijing to meet this man. They said that 'the atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty can be seen with a sword'."

"Really?" Pei Ye moistened her lips with tea, "If you put it now, who should you compete with?"

"Well...it's incomparable." Cui Zhaoye tilted his head and smiled, "There was no crane list at that time, and the old photos captured today cannot truly reproduce their strength back then. After all, they cannot be called real There was a fight... However, there is no swordsman like He Jiu in the world today. A sword passed through those decades like a meteor. Like these swordsmen in this world, they are all dazzling in their respective eras. "

"Hmm." Pei Ye nodded lightly, "It is indeed quite interesting to be able to compete with the swordsmen of the old days, and maybe see the traces of the evolution of swordsmanship - but I am curious about how to start. If someone wants to fight him, will he agree? "

Cui Zhaoye shook his head and smiled: "What I saw in Huanlou happened back then. If my guess is correct, today should be the famous allusion in the swordsmanship anecdote - at the banquet in Zhulou, everyone played swords for fun. , there was victory or defeat for each other, but the little sword fairy was lying on the cloud with his sword in his arms, drunkenly begging for the sword to come within seven steps of him. However, none of the swordsmen in the room could complete the seven steps in front of him. That was Chen Si's reincarnation, his skills were astonishing. Four seats.”

Pei Ye had never heard of this allusion, so he nodded with interest, but first looked back in another direction.

"It will be very interesting to walk the path of the ancients again. You can also see the style of the legendary swordsman back then." Cui Zhaoye looked at him expectantly, "Shall we go up too?"

But Pei Ye shook his head: "Miss Cui, you go up first. I won't be the first one to think about it. I'll go and do other things first."

"...Hmm." Cui Zhaoye was stunned. She remembered that the young man came with a mission, and reminded him after hesitation, "But...the master of the fantasy building is up there. You have to guess his identity. At the banquet, There should be more opportunities.”

"I know." Pei Ye smiled, "So I'll go up later."

"...Okay." Cui Zhaoye nodded, "If you need help, call me anytime."

Pei Ye said goodbye to the girl, turned and walked against the flow of people with the black cat on his shoulder, and when he reached the edge, he raised his hand to call a waiter.

The waiter saluted: "As the guest has commanded."

"Excuse me, where is your 'Huan Pavilion'?"

…

Huan Pavilion is just in this building, just a few floors lower.

The beautiful door is open and open, with a warm fragrance at the tip of your nose and a precious soft blanket under your feet. As soon as you step in, you will be surrounded by warmth and comfort.

This is indeed a good place for enjoyment. The muscles and bones are relaxed and the mind is relaxed. Two waiters in green clothes have already come to greet them.

Pei Ye looked around and saw that it was a small space. He looked back and said, "How many people are there in total here?"

The waiter was slightly startled: "The guest is asking..."

"This is the 'Huan Pavilion'." Pei Ye said, "Excluding you waiters, how many men and women have taken medicine and entered?"

"You mean 'Happy Slaves'. There are twenty-nine people here, thirteen males and sixteen females, including four 'human pens'——"

"Call everyone."

"..." The waiter was stunned for a moment, "Okay."

Since the distinguished guest had a request, it only took more than ten breaths, and nearly thirty people were already waiting in the Nuan Pavilion. Scholars, warriors, young and beautiful women... Pei Ye had already been attacked by Li Guan once, but at this time, he still had some modified clothes that he didn't recognize. He asked what kind of chess partner or painting servant he was.

Pei Ye rummaged through his memory for the transport roster he had obtained after searching the carp hall, frowned and said, "Shouldn't you have more than seventy people here?"

The waiter was slightly startled: "...the total number from the earliest to the present is roughly the same."

"Where are the people?"

"..."

"Um?"

"It's... hard to say. Most of them were taken away because the guests liked them; some were injured or injured... and some were not well served... so they were removed." The waiter in green tried his best to speak politely, as if it was his first time seeing him. The guests asked about these things in detail.

Pei Ye nodded and asked one by one according to the list in his mind, trying his best to match the experience and names. After a quarter of an hour, he almost got it right.

Finally, the young man sighed and turned around under the anxious gaze of the waiter in green: "Let me ask you, what should I do if the guest wants to leave early?"

"...If the guests want to leave the banquet, we have also prepared the 'Seeing the True Pill'. After taking it, the hallucinatory medicine will be transformed within half a quarter of an hour and escape from the illusion." The waiter hesitated, "If the guests want to use it, I can help them." The guest brought one."

"Take me to get it." Pei Ye raised his sword.

"..."

The so-called true elixir was in another pavilion. The waiter opened a sandalwood cabinet, which contained dozens of square jade boxes.

The waiter took one and handed it to Pei Ye, who took it and said, "Twenty-nine more with me."

"..."

"Do you want me to get it myself?"

"...Guest, guest, if you want those 'happy slaves', just tell my master, he is always generous." The waiter bowed and said, "But these pills should be kept for other guests..."

"I don't think anyone in this building needs to leave more than these 29 people."

"..."

"Give it to me."

The waiter lowered his head and took out two plates of jade boxes and handed them to him.

"If you want to leave, you can take one and eat it yourself, count it on me." Pei Ye took it and looked at him.

The waiter shuddered violently.

Pei Ye returned to the pavilion with two plates and distributed them to the faces with different expressions one by one, and handed the last one to the kitten on his shoulder.

"These people are in your hands. Take them out. Xie Chuantang and Li Zhao have been guarding outside."

The black cat was silent for a moment and did not take it. He looked at him solemnly with his green eyes: "We are here to investigate the identity of the owner of the Huanlou. If we do this, we may alert the enemy and fail."

"This is also the tail of the Liguan case. It's all official business." Pei Ye said, "You can't let me know about this place and let it exist."

"..."    "It's okay." Pei Ye supported the sword at his waist and whispered, "I will find out who he is in other ways, the same."

The black cat was silent for a moment, took the pill and nodded: "Be careful."

...

On the top of the red building, the lights are as bright as day.

The bright moon seems to be outside the window, the breeze blows through the banquet hall, and the jade wine ripples.

Generally speaking, it was still much quieter here than down there. The three people just now stood in front of the main seat, with the Buddha's face still in the middle, half a step higher than the two people next to him. A small golden stove was burning Buddhist incense next to him, and there were monks chanting on both sides. He gathered his sleeves and watched the guests walk in one after another in the brightest place in this large banquet hall.

There were not only young people at this banquet. Among those who had already unveiled their masks, there were already people like the Master of Yangyi Tower and the Master of Donghai Sword Furnace. However, everyone who saw this scene would stand still and salute first.

Even Yu Ziliang, who was shaking his jade staff, came up and hurriedly put it away, straightened his clothes, and bowed respectfully.

If the host's identity was still unknown, then the two people next to him were at least top figures in the literati and the rivers and lakes who did not need any adjectives. Behind the three people, a red wall had been completely cleared and hung with a huge piece of plain paper.

This was the most dazzling scene in the banquet hall. Under the paper, there was only a figure sitting quietly, barefoot, wearing a plain dress, and a dragon face.

However, unlike the previous vermilion one, this one was as pale as the sky, just like the eyes of a real dragon.

The temperament of this figure was also very quiet, but it was definitely not as quiet and distant as Yan Feiqing, but seemed to have an inescapable insight. Everyone who looked at him felt a chill of mystery at the first time.

Now he closed his eyes, and the stars and the moon sprinkled on him.

When Cui Zhaoye walked in, he saw such a scene, and he slowed down his pace unconsciously.

There were many people like her, and people's voices were lowered, and they walked into this floor with some surprise.

"Hello, everyone." The old man with a Buddha face slowly raised his glass and glanced at the guests who had gathered.

His voice was hoarse, mixed with a very faint smile: "It's been nearly a month since I last saw you. I am very happy to meet you here again. Since I worshipped Buddha, I have been keeping my mind clear and healthy, restraining myself and abstinence. I have achieved merits and results, but I can't escape the blame of my old friends for being boring."

He sighed lightly: "I often invite you to this building, not for pleasure, but to comfort my heart. I can also see more talented students, and when I can help them, I will do my best for the current situation."

"And today, the fourth prince has come to convey Haotian's intention to us, and will return to Luan in half an hour. During this time, Huanlou has selected four ancient sages for discussion and appreciation. I hope you will come today with joy and leave with joy."

This is probably the only sentence he said at the banquet, which is enough to make the guests drink a cup for this.

There is really no need for more words. The banquet of "Fantasy Tower" has always been the most coveted place in the world of fame and fortune in Shenjing. Those who seek pleasure will get pleasure, and those who seek reality will get reality. The four words "promoting the younger generation" were lightly put down, and today there were two figures on the main seat.

Confucian philosophers, the masters of the North Sea, how many people in the world have the opportunity to recite and draw swords in front of them?

It's just that those who can come here are also distinguished guests standing at the top of the Tang Dynasty, and they are often not too lacking in such resources.

But of course, there are always a few people who are really of humble origins every time.

Xu Menglang followed Lu Xiu, and after climbing up the stairs, he subconsciously looked behind Cui Zhaoye for the figure of the young man, but was slightly stunned and found nothing.

He really paid too much effort and luck to come here. At this time, looking at the elegant and smiling figure on the field, his palms began to sweat, so he wanted to find the companion in a similar situation.

The poet was Shangguan Xueshi, which he did not expect, and it also made him feel more depressed. Before coming here, he tried to hint to Lu Xiu, hoping that she could find out some information for him, but he only got a cold look, which made him shut up.

He himself wrote beautiful and graceful poems, but Shangguan Xueshi was the founder of this school in the Tang Dynasty. When their poems were put together, his own poems would never stand out.

The vertical comparison was equally distressing. He had recognized the chicken face. If he threw the prepared poems too early, it would inevitably be used as a stepping stone. If he threw them too late, he was afraid that he would not be able to show them out...

However, there was no such entanglement in the elegant banquet. Some people had raised their glasses and chatted with several ancient sages with smiles, and had already recited poems. On the other side, a waiter reported in a clear voice according to the list: "There are still twelve people whose illusion silk has not been broken. Those who want to compete with the ancient sages can reveal their faces first."

Shangguan scholar smiled slightly and turned back to write a five-character regulated verse on paper. Responding to imperial orders is his specialty. In many imperial banquets in those days, the initiator and the linker were always "Shangguan in Poetry".

This is: "Fenghe Shan Ye Lin Qiu"

The palace tent is clear and hot, and the chariot road is filled with autumn shade.

The sad wind moves the Han building, and the flowing water flows into the Yu Qin.

The clouds fly to send the broken geese, and the moon rises to clear the sparse forest.

The dripping dew on the branches makes a sound, and the sky is hazy and the smoke is deep.

Immediately, someone turned around and smiled, "Where is our fair-faced young man, did he run away?"

A young man in white was pushed out from the crowd, with a beautiful face and a peach blossom pinned behind his head.

He was holding a folding fan and bowing modestly. He was pushed up, bowed to all four sides, and then bowed deeply to the host.

Then he smiled and took off the mask, revealing a young and handsome face.

Cui Zhaoye raised his eyebrows and said to himself, "So it's the champion."

"Didn't you know that Lu Lin was coming?" The woman next to him laughed, "I've been looking for him for a long time, but I didn't expect him to be dressed like this."

"I didn't ask." Cui Zhaoye looked away. This man's poems must be good, and Shangguan scholar patted him twice, but the philosopher in the main seat didn't react. He lowered his eyes and reviewed an ancient scripture, and only nodded slightly when Lu Lin looked at him.

But it was very rare to be recognized by the ancient sages. The onlookers laughed and applauded, and many people began to wonder who was hiding under the remaining masks.

Cui Zhaoye's eyes fell, naturally on the sword field.

This is indeed a more central location. Just six steps before the main seat, the legendary young swordsman really lay there on the cloud. He staggered and raised the wine pot to drink, his body sank into the cloud, only his drunken red cheeks and half of the raised hilt of the sword were exposed.

Cui Zhaoye really liked watching this. He squinted his eyes in satisfaction, looking for a challenger eagerly. Naturally, he looked up the stairs, but he still didn't see the boy.

"It's boring without a sword to accompany the wine." He Jiu climbed half of his body on the cloud, and smiled drunkenly at the banquet, "Who dares to enter within seven steps of me today?"

Cui Zhaoye looked at the people on the field, expecting which mask would come out first, but his shoulder was suddenly touched politely: "Hello, may I ask if you are Miss Cui Zhaoye?"

Cui Zhaoye was startled and turned around. In front of him was a very southwestern style mask and hair tied up with a tender willow branch.

"May I ask... did Brother Pei Yeshi come with you?" The girl's voice was clear and light, "Why didn't I see him?"