The Lord who use immortals as food

Xu Chuo looked at him quietly.

Pei Ye pursed his lips.

"I don't find it funny."

"Oh."

Xu Chuo turned his head and looked at the lake: "Anyway, I think there are tens of millions of swordsmen in Shenjing now, but in fact only you have the opportunity to do this."

"Huh?"

"Before you came, my choice was Yue Muzhou, he died without caring, and now you are the grandson who pays off the grandfather's debt."

"... This is too much difference." Pei Ye was stunned. Even though the young man was always confident in swordsmanship, he was not so conceited. "Yang Zhenbing and Yan Feiqing are actually much better than me."

"Oh? Are they much less different from Yue Muzhou?" Xu Chuo smiled.

"..."

Indeed, when the object of comparison is pulled to 10,000, one, two or five are no different.

"It actually has nothing to do with that, Pei Ye. The level of swordsmanship and what you cultivate... are not that important."

"Hmm?"

"Who made you his only successor? It's because only this sharp spear in the world can break this shield. The person who wields it like an arm is dead, so the one who can barely pick it up must be the only choice." Xu Chuo looked at the lake, "In this matter, I think longan replaces lychee. Even if your flesh is still thin and astringent, the taste is similar."

"..."

"I know you haven't learned much swordsmanship, and your foundation is still very shallow compared to your peers in the sword training academy, but I really only trust you in this matter." Xu Chuo said slowly, "It's not a comparison of the level of swordsmanship - even Yue Muzhou himself has never stood above Haotian. It is a exploration of possibilities. It's better to understand it as a fish surrounded by a coarse net."

"Try to see if a person can rush out of the fine net of the heavenly way with the sharp fin of the 'sword'." Xu Chuo said, "It doesn't test your ability to control the sword, it tests your ability to hold the sword."

Pei Ye understood a little.

"It only has to do with two things: the closeness of the heart to the sword, and the upper limit of the sword itself. Those who can do it, can do it; those who can't do it, can't do it. This is true for mortals, and it is also true for Tianlou."

"..." Pei Ye nodded slowly, "In this case, the senior who eats noodles is also no good, and he seems to use a sword."

Xu Chuo nodded: "He just uses a sword."

"Yan Feiqing is no good either."

"He cultivates the way of heaven."

"What about Miss Ming?" Pei Ye suddenly tilted his head curiously, "The sword that Miss Ming cultivates is completely different from Grandpa Yue, so can't she beat this Haotian incarnation of 'Tianlin Yi'?"

He pondered for a while, looked at Xu Chuo and said firmly: "I don't believe it."

Xu Chuo looked at him without any expression.

Turning his head, "Since Pei Shaoxia has such connections, he can invite Ming Qitian to try. I can use her instead of you."

"..." Pei Ye did not answer again, but thought that Miss Ming was very busy now, so it was better not to disturb her. Besides, it was too arrogant to say "use". Even "invite" might not get her to nod...

"Master Xu, I didn't expect you to have such a deep understanding of swords and heavenly ways." He smiled.

"Since it's for this matter, how can I not learn it? If I don't know, how can I judge the right and wrong of others?"

Pei Ye clapped his hands to encourage: "Master Xu has learned very well, not like an amateur at all."

Xu Chuo called the waiter to get a bottle of sake, but did not share it with the young man. He just looked at the dark night and drank it slowly.

Pei Ye also calmed down. Although he had no firm confidence in the upcoming sword test, he was not in fact unaware of what to do. Yesterday, he sat in Mr. Zhu's courtyard for a day and a night. The feeling of being wrapped by heaven and earth seemed to penetrate his limbs and bones, and surrounded his mind. In that environment, he really felt the existence of "sword" in "heaven and earth" very clearly, just like a sharp blade entangled in a complex net, but the connection between "heart" and "sword" was still covered by fog.

Or it could be said that the heart itself was still covered by fog.

He was actually still thinking about Mr. Zhu.

Not only was he sad after two decades of getting along, but what surprised him the most was that he heard from Fang Jidao that Mr. Zhu would not know the final result.

This philosopher had never taught the young man how to treat the so-called heavenly principles. As he said when they met, "I have no connection with you in preaching." But it was the silence from beginning to end that made the young man linger on a question in his mind.

"What are you thinking about?" Xu Chuo suddenly said.

"Something about Shaolong."

"Shaolong? Jade Sword Society?"

"...Not really." The young man whispered, he looked up at the darkening sky and exhaled a breath of white air.

In Shaolong, it was also the first time for him to go up to the high platform in front of so many people, but what he thought of at this time was not the Jade Sword Society, but the old man who was drinking wine under the moon on the upper floor that night. He also looked at the sky quietly at that time and said, "I want to... figure it out."

"I'm thinking, what if Haotian is in control of everything?" Pei Ye leaned on the railing and whispered, "I will take the sword to the stage in ten days, but is it for winning or for finding the truth?"

In fact, it doesn't make any difference. No matter what the purpose is, the young man needs to do his best on that day, but he does have this kind of confusion at this time, more like asking himself-what is your desire in your heart?

Xu Chuo looked at him: "Are you curious about what the world looks like?"

"I... probably, but..."

But it's not to the extent of seeking the truth for a lifetime.

"Then do you want the five surnames to be restrained and the politics to be clear?"

"I really want to, but..."

But as Mr. Zhu accidentally said: "You rarely read history books. In the past dynasties, scholars have suffered from partisan strife and the country has been in turmoil. The number of people who died as a result may not be less than those of aristocratic families."

If you extend your gaze to the past and present, and if you can figure out the correct principles of heaven, you will naturally benefit all generations. If you miss the future due to your own tendencies...

Pei Ye sighed softly, Xu Chuo looked at him with his chin on his side, smiling and saying nothing.

Pei Ye tilted his head: "What are you looking at?"

"Looking at children is sad for spring and autumn."

"...who's a kid?" Pei Ye glared.

"Aren't you a child?" Xu Chuo smiled, "Every day, you read less, see less, and think more...the things teenagers usually like to do."

"..." Pei Ye couldn't refute for a moment, and turned his head dullly, not wanting to pay attention to her.

"Because I was like this when I was a teenager. I would always think about things without answers alone." The woman sat down and leaned on the railing, poured him a glass of sake, and handed it to him, "A person will not be in his teens. At the age of twenty, you can see the world and yourself clearly, and it is useless to think too much.”

Pei Ye was silent for a moment, then chuckled and said, "That's right. Master Xu is over 30 years old, but he still doesn't know what 'swallowing iron pills' is. It shows that there are still many unseen and unexperienced things in the world. I really don’t have to worry about this kind of thing for the time being——”

"Who is over thirty?"

"..."

"..."

The woman's clear eyes looked at him with no expression, her hand holding the pot stopped in mid-air, and there was some silence on the table.

"You just said it yourself..." Pei Ye pursed her lips, looked back at the lake, and then looked back, "Oh, if it doesn't, there won't be."

Xu Chuo finished pouring the wine and looked up at him again: "Do I look like I'm in my thirties?"

She does seem to care, Pei Ye thought with some sadness.

"No, that, because even if Master Xu is in his thirties, he will definitely not be able to tell." Pei Ye said slowly, "So, now it is no different from being in his thirties... I mean."

"I am twenty-three this year." Xu Chuo said.

"..." He is indeed three or four years younger than he thought.

"Then, for Master Xu, will this issue also be confusing?"

"No." Xu Chuo said simply.

"ah?"

"If I can win, I will definitely choose to win. If I can't win, I will try my best to win." This elegant and calm woman's voice was as calm as ever, "What I want to do is of course more important than the so-called 'truth'. "

"……But……"

"I'm used to everyone standing on the opposite side having their own reasons. I don't really listen, and most of the time I don't care." Xu Chuo tilted his head and looked at him, "I think you should do the same."

"..."

"The outcome of this matter is very important to me." After a long silence, the night had fallen, the stars and the moon hung in the sky, the woman stretched her legs and said softly.

Pei Ye was silent for a moment: "Can I ask why?"

The woman indeed never told him what she wanted. She had always said that they would kill King Yan together, and they had indeed been doing this for two months... But other than that, Pei Ye did not do it most of the time. I don't know what her eyes fell on.

Xu Chuo smiled and looked at him: "Of course."

"My situation is actually not very good, although I always try my best to pretend to be omnipotent in front of you." The woman took a sip, "This is a counterattack that I have been planning and preparing for a long time, and I have staked a lot on it. If this happens, we can truly establish our foothold in Shenjing, use it as a fulcrum to stretch our waist, spread our wings... and leap from the dragon gate."

Pei Ye listened quietly.

"And if you lose, the situation will become very bad, or it is not an exaggeration to say it is a desperate situation... You know that Shenjing is the center of thousands of streams where fish and dragons dive. Once you fall here, how many people will be killed? It's hard to estimate what you can do with your mouth." Xu Chuo smiled softly, "That day I said you could make a living as an entertainer after the incident, it wasn't necessarily all lies."

"Thank you to the owner for saving my life until then." Pei Ye pursed her lips, "It turns out that the owner has made the situation so steep."

"Wu Yang Death, Encore and success!" Xu Chuo smiled, waved his sleeves and drank from the cup, quite like an ancient king.

She put down her wine glass with a very light expression on her face: "Because behind this matter, there is still some deep and huge competition...it's about the succession."

Pei Ye listened quietly.

"I still say that if you have seen it more, you will know that the thousands of waves in Shenjing are actually very simple. The comings and goings are just those few things. The scholars and the five surnames have political power, and the new army and the old army have military power. There are also countless disputes between the new famous families and the old aristocratic families, but in the end, each group with its own goals must rely on one thing to achieve it. "Xu Chuo looked at him, "Imperial power."

"..."

"When Qilin founded the country in the Tang Dynasty, he only had the surname Li. Although each of the five families has a share of Qilin blood, it does not increase or decrease, nor does it merge with the blood. There is no qualification to be the emperor to listen to God's will. Only the surname Li, Qilin Blood Association Following the bloodline inheritance, this is why the Tang Dynasty of the Li family will never be destroyed," Xu Chuo said. , "But brothers and sisters also have different talents. Among the descendants of saints, the Lin blood is also thicker and thinner. The thicker the Lin blood, the better it can understand the heavenly will passed down by Qilin. Therefore, the selection of successors is not based on age, but on another standard - —Only those who can pass on Qilin’s edict are qualified to be crown princes.”

"Well, is this a high standard?"

"Not very low. The children of the Tang emperor will experience many positive and side tests of Kirin blood as they grow up, but the most important one is the Kirin blood test next spring." Xu Chuo said slowly, "The Kirin will personally look down and select the next bond holder who is friendly to it. It can be seen with almost no error which one has the strongest and closest bond with Kirin."

"Is this person the prince?"

"There are many other considerations, but if we win this, we will have at least a 60% chance of winning. If we win more, there will be no doubt... But for the time being, the matter of heaven has little to do with this. We raised the scholar class and pushed Yuanzhao to the position of prime minister in order to have support in the court." Xu Chuo looked at the sky and said slowly, "Now Li Zhi is supported by the five surnames, which is almost destined by heaven. I need to change the succession, and this is the reason for everything."

...Of course, it is also a cruel reason.

Pei Ye nodded slowly: "Then which prince do you want...hmm?"

In fact, Pei Ye had never thought about or prepared to participate in such a thing, but he had read many stories, and the people in them seemed to suddenly lose their voices when talking about such things, so he also tilted his head and whispered to Xu Chuo's ear.

Afraid of saying it too clearly, he deliberately made a word vague and pointed upwards with his hand.

Xu Chuo felt that he was really like a child sometimes. He pursed his lips and held back his laughter. He also tilted his head and whispered: "The Ninth Prince."

"Ah?!" The voice was so loud that almost everyone on the Luhua stage next to him looked over.

Pei Ye looked at her in shock.

"Why...why is it him?!" Pei Ye almost jumped up.

Xu Chuo was so happy that he had to put his fan against his mouth and begged for mercy: "Keep your voice down, I'm teasing you."

"..."

"Then who do you think is better?"

"I don't know many people." Pei Ye felt that her "teasing" was very strange and rolled his eyes slightly, but the next moment he frowned a little, "However, if the fourth prince is really as he said, wouldn't it be good to be the emperor? He knows everything and puts the Tang Dynasty first... um."

Xu Chuo put the fan against his mouth again and said seriously: "Don't think too much, kid."

"..."

"I won't tell you yet, you win this game first." The woman took back the fan and shook her head. After drinking the last cup, the pot of sake was empty, and her cheeks were just like that night on the small balcony.

Pei Ye always felt that she was much more lively at this time, not like usual, but there was no pitching pot tonight. Xu Chuo stood up and stretched: "Okay, I'm going back to sleep, see you later."

"...Aren't we living together?"

"No, you have to go to Tianliyuan to study hard."