The Lord who use immortals as food

Sometimes the poem seems weak, sometimes the sword seems thin.

Unlike the Taiping Cao Gang, what happened in Huanlou will not spread to hundreds of people for people to talk about, but within a few days, the upper echelons of the entire Shenjing will know everything about tonight.

And such poetry cannot be hidden.

Even if the people here today are all dignitaries under the protection of "God's will", it will flow out from the pores of every conversation and cannot be stopped or cut off. The only thing is that when people ask where this poem comes from, few people can tell clearly the occasion when it was written, but that is not important.

Because its meaning is too clear and sharp, especially in today's raging debates, it is like throwing a cloud of gunpowder into a fire.

The banquet hall ushered in its end in deep silence. Fortunately, it didn't take long to endure. The effects of the medicine began to gradually dissipate, and a feeling of dizziness came at the same time.

People come in one by one when they come, and leave one after another when they leave. They leave Zhulou one by one and return to the bank of the spring water of Yuqiao.

Then there was no need to move anymore. Then, just like watching the kittens and the others, Pei Ye's own body gradually disappeared. He unfolded the [Quail Head] and felt everything carefully. The scene in front of him spiraled away, and there was a blur of dreams. Afterwards, the quiet night enveloped his five senses again.

Spring flowers are fragrant, cold stars hang high, Pei Ye's eyes are fixed, but his body is slightly tense... He is not where he entered the fantasy building.

The old wooden door still stood in the distance, and people who had come out early were leaving there. Pei Ye lowered his head and looked at himself. The drama and Qing Yi disappeared, and he was still dressed as when he came... [Jade Tiger] The strip of cloth has been removed and held in hand.

His posture was exactly the same as when he was standing by the waterside just now, but now the lights were shining, the music and dancing in the Zhulou were gone. He was standing in a small pavilion, surrounded by only weeds and the chirping of insects and crows in the silent night.

This was still the same deserted garden, but after he lost consciousness... he was nearly a hundred feet away again.

It was definitely not someone who moved his body. Pei Ye had no such feeling. The next moment, he felt horrified. The image of his unconscious self doing the same actions as in the fantasy building appeared in his mind, but he quickly erased this possibility.

Not to mention that it was too weird to see dozens of people wandering around the deserted garden like a man possessed. He looked down and saw no traces of the sword he had just struck. There was a lot of grass and soil here, and there were no traces left by his steps. .

The dream-like feeling made the young man gently press his eyebrows. Even though he had experienced it, he still couldn't figure out what the "Fantasy Building" was. No wonder when asked about it at that time, Cui Zhaoye could only say, "You go." Once you know it, you will know.”

He turned around at this time, and the girl was standing quietly behind him, not saying a word since she came out.

"What's wrong, Miss Cui?" Pei Ye really didn't have a chance to speak just now, but Pei Ye reacted at this moment, "I'm sorry, even though I said I came to Huanlou to investigate the case... I didn't expect the noise to get louder."

Cui Zhaoye just leaned on the pillar and looked at him without saying a word.

"Miss Cui?"

"……Um?"

"I came here in your honor, but I disturbed the banquet. I don't know how much trouble it will cause you, but if there is compensation, I will not refuse."

"Ah." Cui Zhaoye smiled, "Then you didn't come to discuss it with me first."

"..."

"As if if I said 'no', you would stop doing it."

Seeing that she wasn't really angry, Pei Ye also smiled: "To be honest, I am always polite afterwards and like to pretend to be polite."

"Young Master Pei is not someone who doesn't do anything out of fear of offending others." Cui Zhaoye smiled and looked at him with her clear eyes bent - Pei Ye seemed to be suddenly familiar with this look.

Sure enough, she then said softly: "It's an honor for me that Shaoxia Pei is willing to use my face. How can I blame you? As long as Shaoxia Pei doesn't think I'm a burden, just take me with you next time you use your sword."

"……ha."

After just a few words of chatting, the man's slightly drunk figure was revealed, and Pei Ye held his arm. The man raised his head with a smile and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"Good poem, Brother Xu." Pei Ye said.

The man laughed, with no concealment of joy and pleasure on his face, and the sharp color in his eyes was simply compelling.

He seemed to have lost the ability to speak. After laughing, he turned around and leaned on the pavilion pillar, looking up at the vast starry sky with a speechless expression.

After a while, he turned around and saw Pei Ye stretching out his hand. He smiled and said softly: "I don't envy Wang Xiang for having the sword since Meng passed on his clothes in the middle of the night."

Pei Ye smiled and gently held this hand.

"Just now at the banquet, Mr. Pei said that he was also learning poetry." The man straightened up, swayed twice, and leaned close to Pei Ye, and whispered, "If Mr. Pei wants to write any poems in the future, you can ask me to write for you."

"..." Pei Ye's eyes widened.

The man straightened up and nodded seriously to him, and said with a smile: "My name is Li Yuxi, from Huaizhou in the Central Plains. I am honored to meet you tonight."

The three people waited under the moonlight for about half a quarter of an hour.

While chatting, Pei Ye glanced in another direction from time to time. When he counted the time, he couldn't help but lightly tapped the hilt of the sword with his fingers and frowned slightly.

The young man's expression was a little worried, a little expectant, but also a little uneasy and uneasy. He rubbed the end of the handle with his thumb, expressing some subtle emotions.

In fact, it really didn't take long before the line of white clothes came out from under the moonlight.

So everyone realized that her acting face was not made of illusion silk. Now she was holding a white bundle in her hand and putting it in. The small jade pendant was also neatly rolled up. Then the girl tied the seal and put the bundle back on her back.

... Cui Zhaoye really didn't expect that she came to the banquet with this on her back.

Then she raised her head and looked around, and her eyes were fixed on the three people under the pavilion... the young man in the middle.

His figure was very upright, with a sword leaning against his legs, and his eyes were like stars in the world under the night sky.

Brother Shi... is quite tall, and he is really not fat at all.

And he is really good at using a sword.

He walked up from the end of the banquet hall with a sword, and no one could make him take a step back until he cut off the prime minister's Buddha face with a sword.

"... Can you please take off the Buddha face?"

Jiang Yin'er felt a little embarrassed when she thought of how clumsy she looked when she said this... But the moment this brother Shi came up without hesitation from her side, she did seem to feel some strange warmth and steadiness in her heart.

The young man in front of him scratched his ear.

What a beautiful face, Pei Ye thought.

In the night of the old garden with weeds, no one actually introduced them, but the two of them seemed to be holding the fingers of their respective adults, in a bright and sunny hall, and were pushed back to greet each other in a somewhat awkward and polite manner.

"Yin'er, say hello to Brother Pei."

"... Hello, Brother Shi."

"Hello, hello."