The Lord who use immortals as food

The little fat man swept forward, his sword energy was really powerful for a moment, and Chu Shuiting was returning to the field.

Another round of wine passed by, the banquet hall was filled with joy, the smoke rose and drifted away, and there were three people taking the seats. The plain clothes under the white wall were still as quiet as a moonlit night.

Dozens of Zen masters in white clothes gathered around, burning incense and chanting sutras. In the middle of the center, a man with a Buddha face and a calm temperament had called a man who looked like an eminent monk to be beside him. The aroma of clear tea wafted over, and the two of them held a copy of sutras. The volume seems to be asking questions about the meaning of the scriptures.

Only the tall and thin black fox looked at the audience and nodded slightly, but he didn't know whether it was Chu Shuiting's five advances or the last graceful "Piercing Butterfly" of the little sword fairy.

"It is indeed Shushan's contemporary edge." Zhou Shise tilted his head and said with a drunken smile, "This style of play is also more convenient than yours."

Standing next to him was Ning Chaolie, who had just finished the game. This man's hair was slightly messy, and his hands were hanging in front of him, holding a mask. Hearing this, he shook his head: "Brother Chu is much better than me. Only with the 'human sword fit' "Fighting the enemy with four words is really bold for a skilled person."

The two methods of playing against He Jiu were completely different. Although they both took the initiative to attack and were defeated by He Jiu in a cool and calm manner, at the level of "playing", Ning Chaolie actually took the "defending" position, while Chu Shuiting was the one who took the "defending" position. Take "attack".

Ning Chaolie has reached the level of perfection in the three moves of "Snow Flowing Sword". There are no gaps between the moves. He uses these three moves to attack. On the surface, he is attacking, but in fact, he is pressing He Jiu with such perfect flow. , forcing He Jiu to break it.

——If you can't defeat these three moves of mine, you will be the loser.

Chu Shuiting was just the opposite. He had no moves when using his sword. He focused all his energy and energy on his sword. He forgot about life and death, victory or defeat. He just wanted to break the sword in front of him and pierce the empty door of the person in front of him. Of course, this method of handling a sword requires a great affinity between the person and the sword, and leaving everything to improvisation is a talent that makes Ning Chaolie envious.

It's just that in the eyes of a swordsman like He Jiu, every sword strike that only aims at his own goal and forgets the overall situation will bring many loopholes.

In this situation, what Chu Shuiting wanted was, "If I can't defeat you, I will be the one who loses."

"Actually... there is no difference." Zhou Shise took a sip of wine and smiled vaguely, eyes squinting drunkenly, "After all, he is a young swordsman in the Yufeng year. He is also a wall in the history of swordsmanship. This is the only way for everyone to have their own differences. Tried it."

Ning Chaolie sighed softly and said nothing, quietly looking at the round figure who had already crossed his sword on the field.

Yes, in the eyes of those who know more about swords, the two people - or all the swordsmen who want to try it before and after - are actually making the same choice no matter how different strategies and swordsmanship they use.

It's called "playing swords", but it's actually "doing questions".

No matter Ning Chaolie or Chu Shuiting, it is impossible for them to stand in front of He Jiu as equals and talk about the word "playing the sword". Their offense or defense are actually facing He Jiu's good and unchanging tactics. The title - "Seven Steps of Sword Control".

Ning Chaolie completed three flawless changes of "Xueliu Sword", and Chu Shuiting devoted himself wholeheartedly to his sword attack. In fact, he was trying out the strategies he had already thought of - to be able to complete his planned tactics in front of He Jiu. It's exciting enough, it's hard to decide whether you can succeed or not.

From this aspect, the later the show, the greater the chance.

"...It must be up to the next person." Zhou Shise raised his chin to the other side. In fact, the direction was very wrong, but Ning Chaolie also knew who he was talking about.

The young man with simple mysterious clothes and a mysterious snake-covered face stood under the pillar. It seemed that he had not talked to anyone since he entered the fantasy building.

At this time, he stood a dark sword in front of him and looked at the field motionlessly.

The little fat man was defeated at this moment.

This sword was actually unexpectedly good-looking, and even caused quite a stir on the field, because especially in the eyes of those who knew swords, he really had two unexpected sword moves that were too dazzling.

He should have stopped at the second step, but instead took the fourth step.

He hasn't even reached Eight Lives yet. Even if the Little Sword Immortal doesn't take advantage of the true energy, it at least means that he himself has not yet reached the peak of true energy control.

Cui Zhaoye raised his hands to applaud. When he saw the last two swords, his noble face also showed genuine surprise, and then he smiled and shouted "Okay!"

The direct daughter of the Cui family also has a distinguished enough status here, and she can express her emotions and preferences candidly.

Jiang Yin'er looked at her and then carefully looked at the round figure on the field. The small jade pendant next to the mask slowly swayed twice.

The little fat man on the field took a few breaths, lowered his head and picked up the sword rather unconvinced, and glared at Yun Shangren again.

He Jiu looked at him with interest, returned to the cloud and sat cross-legged, holding the wine bottle and smiled: "You are really interesting. With such a poor foundation, you can actually fight with me in three moves. Keep studying hard, your future will be better." It’s still very long-term.”

The little fat man snorted, raised his sword and left the field with his head lowered.

But he followed Cui Zhaoye's wave and walked over.

Cui Zhaoye's skirt was spread on the floor, and she looked at him with her chin up and a smile. The little fat man plopped down on the side of her long desk, picked up a snack and swallowed it in his mouth.

"Why are you still in the mood?" Cui Zhaoye smiled, "You became a monk halfway, so it's good to be able to use it like this - I told you last time to be more courageous when fighting swords, and you did a good job today."

The small jade pendant moved slightly, and the girl's hand holding the sword tightened slightly, looking down at them.

"I thought I could advance three steps, but I got messed up on the second step, and I didn't know what I was doing next." The little fat man said a little frustrated, and said in a low voice, "Next year the Chunming Sword Master will come to Shenjing, so I won't practice. How can a good sword meet her..."

Cui Zhaoye lowered his head and suppressed a smile. He wanted to say, "It's okay, she doesn't even know who you are yet," but after all, he couldn't be too cruel to his childhood playmate, so he had to hand him a glass of sake. : "Okay, you have to eat the food one bite at a time - well, there is another guest here."

He turned around and extended his palm to Jiang Yin'er, and said seriously: "This is Jiang Yin'er, the chief disciple of Shenxiao Sect. He is sixteen years old. He has just become famous this year. With only two swordsmanship attacks, he is standing in the middle of the list."

However, there was no sound for a moment. She turned around and saw Jiang Yin'er holding a sword in both hands. She was a little nervous but bowed seriously and politely, and said:

"Hello, Brother Shi."

"..."

The dragon of the abyss, a lot of spiritual energy, half-way sword training, a weak foundation, attracting attention... I admire the master of the glazed sword.

Sure enough it was.

Jiang Yin'er pursed her lips slightly under the mask, and looked at the person in front of her seriously with her almond-shaped eyes.

Cui Zhaoye and the little fat man paused quietly for a moment. The little fat man turned his head and looked at Cui Zhaoye.

"That... admitted it wrong." Cui Zhaoye said calmly, "This is His Highness the Ninth Prince, his name is Li Chen."

…

As Pei Ye walked up the stairs, dragging his sword, and walked up from the lower floor step by step, he met the eyes of Xu Menglang, who straightened his neck and looked at him.

In the bustling and gorgeous banquet hall, with candles at the bottom and the bright moon above, as far as the eye can see at the end, there are three masks in the bright light. The coercion of Tianlou's lowered gaze still shrouded everything, and he was so embarrassed that he drew his sword in such a gaze.

Buddhist incense lingers and Zen sounds surround it, just like a fairyland. Behind it, there are high walls and plain clothes, and the bright moon above the head, which is probably the so-called prince who rides the soul of a snake to heaven to convey his message.

It was like another world, and in the middle of the banquet below, a person was sitting cross-legged on the clouds, looking carefree and carefree. In front of him, there was the figure in black clothes holding a sword, taking off the face of the mysterious snake.

"How is it, have you read the poem?" Pei Ye came and sat down next to Xu Menglang, looking at the guests in the hall. The excitement still seemed to have nothing to do with the Tanhua Lang, "I came a little late, I won't miss your masterpiece. "Xu Menglang was silent for a moment, shook his head and smiled: "I have already revealed my identity, and I am not qualified. I just want to find an opportunity to throw it away... Now people are talking very harmoniously, but I will get jealous if I squeeze in. "

He looked over there, raised his hand and pushed a small bowl to the young man, which contained half a bowl of clear wine.

"This wine tastes so beautiful, it must be worth thousands of gold." Xu Menglang smiled with a soft face, "If I didn't come here, I might not be able to drink it in my life. It's a pity that I can't recruit a waiter to pour it, so I can only leave you half of it."

"..."

"I poured it into the wine bottle and drank it without touching my mouth."

Pei Ye lowered his head and looked at the half bowl of wine. The liquid was shining brightly under the candle. After a moment, he tilted his head and stretched out his hand: "I am also studying poetry. Show me your masterpiece."

There was a sound of people moving in the banquet hall, accompanied by some cheers and screams. It was Master Xuan She who drew his sword and took the seventh step. On the other side, the woman in red revealed her face and became the most popular person on the field. Someone who is qualified to face that sword ghost.

"What a masterpiece." Anyway, this corner was still quiet. Xu Menglang laughed, and took out a piece of paper from his arms. "I'm not afraid of your laughter. I also worked hard for a long time to come up with such a simple five-character poem."

He handed it to the young man beside him, looking at the colorful lights in front of him, and the shadows and streams of swords flying in the hall.

He sighed softly and said: "There is also knowledge in flattery. It should not be too naked. 'Flattery' should be called 'paying homage', and begging for food should be written in poetry. The better it is written, the easier it will be to use."

Pei Ye took the paper and looked at the handsome man. He actually had a very gentle temperament, but his words were always sharp since they met.

Few people keep cutting the blade on themselves unless they are looking down on themselves.

Pei Ye unfolded the paper in his hand and lowered his eyes. The wonderful and gentle words made him stunned.

"It's hard to rank things like poetry. I actually don't know how to write it. I'm just not afraid of embarrassment." Xu Chuo once said when handing him a metrical book, "But there are many truly powerful poets in Beijing, both those who are outstanding and those who are buried... ...If you read it, you will know that this thing is the same as Jian Fu - people who can write always stand in another world. "

Now Pei Ye felt that he had met.

The poem is titled "Chrysanthemum" and is written on the paper in an elegant font:

Dark, light purple, melting yellow.

Tao Ling's fence is beautiful, and Luo Han's house is fragrant.

When is forbidden to be exposed again, it is really timid of the setting sun.

May the golden parrot ascend to the White Jade Hall.

"..."

Pei Ye looked at these eight sentences quietly, and the sounds of swords and swords in his ears seemed to be far away.

After a few breaths, he raised his head, looked at the silent and dazed man in front of him, and said seriously: "If you show me something like this, how can I dare to learn poetry in the future?"

Xu Menglang was startled for a moment, laughed twice, and turned to look at him: "Mr. Pei's talent for complimenting people is much better than mine."

"It's really not a compliment." Pei Ye looked a little surprised at Bao, rubbed the paper and was reluctant to return it to him, and said, "Do you have any other poems?"

Xu Menglang shook his head and smiled: "Okay, the Shijian over there moves very fast - Mr. Pei, although I don't know much about swords, the people in front of me seem to be very powerful. Are you the last one? According to me, You should have just gotten behind the Ninth Prince..."

Pei Ye didn't speak, but looked at the man seriously: "I'm talking about poetry with you."

Xu Menglang was slightly startled.

"You wrote such a good poem, but after writing it, you felt sorry for yourself and refused to take another look at it." Pei Ye looked down at these eight beautiful sentences, "Because you actually don't want to use your talent on this kind of poem." Poetry, right?"

"..."

"..."

"I think... it seems unnecessary to spend time talking about life now." Xu Menglang whispered, "Mr. Pei, why don't you take this opportunity to see how that little sword fairy draws the sword?"

"I'm watching. It's easy for us cultivators to multitask."

"...Oh." Xu Menglang was silent for a while, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Pei Ye also laughed and looked at him: "I'm serious-then why don't you write the poems you want to write? I think it must be very exciting."

"Mr. Pei, then why don't you use the sword you want to use?" Xu Menglang smiled helplessly and looked at him, "When you learned sword, wasn't it to be chivalrous, but to show off in front of these people?"

"Of course I wrote the poems I wanted to write, I wrote 'The phoenix emperor is expected to make a move, and the swallows and sparrows will not spare each other', I wrote 'If I meet Chen Houzhu in the underworld, how can I ask about the flowers in the back garden again', I wrote too much, Mr. Pei, but except in front of you today, how dare I take it out? Who else can I show it to?!"

Xu Menglang picked up half a bowl of sake and drank it all in one gulp.

Pei Ye looked at him quietly and said, "If my sword is not for them to appreciate, then your poem will not be used to please them, how about that?"

"..."

"Hmm?"

Xu Menglang was slightly startled: "You... don't want to test this sword?"

"Don't worry." Pei Ye turned back to greet the waiter, then turned his head and said seriously, "Since you didn't laugh at me 'talking about poetry with you' just now, I won't pursue the fact that you drank my wine."

Xu Menglang lowered his head and stared blankly at the empty bowl in his hand until the waiter came to fill it again.

The whole banquet hall was filled with two warm cheers at this time, that was He Hongzhu had won within ten moves, the sword light was retracted into the sheath like a silver dragon, showing the style of the world's top cultivator without hesitation.

She was the one who didn't stop the most, and when she walked to the hallway, she was already holding a Jianzhen Dan in her hand.

Pei Ye stood up and saluted obediently, and He Hongzhu looked at him without saying a word.

"... Senior?"

"I would like to try the swordsman trained by Ming Qitian, but it's too embarrassing to fight you. I'm going back to recruit disciples. See you next year, Yulin." The woman didn't seem to want to compete with him and the Little Sword Immortal anymore. She swallowed the pill, turned around and went down the stairs.

In the sword field in the center, as more people turned their eyes back and exclaimed, Chen Quan, the true disciple of Beihai Mansion, had firmly stepped within two steps of the Little Sword Immortal.