The Lord who use immortals as food

There was no need to light a fire. Pei Ye placed the earthenware pot he brought back on the table, untied the layers of cotton cloth, and put his hand on it. The abundant true qi quickly made the bone soup boil again, and the rich aroma flew out.

Xu Chuo leaned on a chair next to the candlelight and flipped through a book. At this time, He Ce raised his head and said, "Take it outside to eat. The bookstore is full of beef soup."

"It's okay. I'll use my true qi to sweep it away later."

Xu Chuo nodded.

"Aren't you afraid of the cold? Why don't you avoid it at all?" Pei Ye glanced at her.

"Yes, but there is no way, I just like the cold." Xu Chuo put the book back on the corner of the table, leaned on the chair and watched the boy serve the soup, "Rain, snow, wind, water, I like to be close to them, but I can't stay in the warm room like spring. I have to go out for a walk in an hour or two, just like a whale floating on the surface of the sea to breathe... You open the window." Pei Ye didn't even raise his head, and he flicked his finger to release a stream of true energy and knocked the window open. Xu Chuo sighed and laughed: "If I had true energy, I would be lazy like a paraplegic. . "

"Using Qi to do it requires accurate vision, good Qi control, and the meridian tree must be coordinated... It actually takes more energy to do it all than to walk over and raise your hand." Pei Ye said, "Like when it rains, I also like to hold an umbrella, but I'm too lazy to hold up the Qi."

"I see."

Pei Ye handed her the beef soup and steamed bun, and took a bowl for himself and sat opposite. The cold wind really rushed in. The window was framing a night scene, a cold frost under the moonlight, and a faint light cloud in the sky behind.

"Xianrentai said that it will snow in the next two days." Xu Chuo said.

...

Two days passed.

In the backyard of Tianliyuan late at night, Pei Ye sat alone under the eaves, holding a sword and looking at the starry sky outside the window.

It has been eight days, and the news has spread throughout the entire Shenjing. Various sword newspapers, storytelling in restaurants, streets and alleys, and even the solemn Nan Ya and the mansions of the rich and powerful are talking about the coming day everywhere.

Pei Ye has been with Xu Chuo all the time. Neither of them mentioned the pressure. Even though the day is approaching and they still haven't gotten a reassuring answer, neither of them can be seen anxious on their faces. Cui Zhaoye has come to ask her secretly several times. Obviously, Changsun Jue will ask her after returning, and there are many classmates in the Sword Academy. Too many people are concerned about this matter. This is not a famous meeting like the martial arts competition and the Jade Sword Meeting. Losing only loses face. Behind it are two raging waves that are bound to crush the other party. Pei Ye doesn't know if Xu Chuo will be like him late at night, quietly looking out the window for a while. At this time, he returned his gaze to the book in front of him. It was the "Yili" that the woman had annotated in its entirety. The style of her annotations was indeed very different from that of Mr. Zhu. Mr. Zhu was a complete pedant. He sought accuracy in every detail and did not avoid obscure words and phrases. In many cases, the annotations were not easier to understand than the original text. If you wanted to learn, you had to work hard on your own. Xu Chuo was completely centered on the young man. His annotations were fluent and clear, and he did not involve textual research. He annotated the book just so that he could understand it, but did not care about the "Yili" itself.

This was exactly her consistent attitude. Just as when Pei Ye asked her "Why did I draw the sword", she did not seem to regard the very serious question as a life choice for the young man, but only regarded it as a tool to learn [Sword Form]. This attitude also made Pei Ye feel much more relaxed.

Pei Ye now finished reading the last page and closed the book.

[Heart Letter] was completed at this moment. Pei Ye closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a white mist and purple forest in front of him.

In the quiet backyard, the pond was completely frozen. The boy with closed eyes had his hair fluttering. The lonely world enveloped him and penetrated into him. When the [Heart Tablet] was carved in the mind, when the world enveloped him, the inside and outside were connected as one, and the boy's body and mind completely melted into it, coexisting with the world.

Pei Ye understood what Mr. Zhu left him at this moment... This is a test.

Everyone says that your sword can tell everyone that it is not in Haotian, but do you really know how to transcend it?

Do you really have that kind of power in your hands?

Now the world is drowning you, try to get out.

The boy sat under the eaves like a statue. The moon and the night were very quiet, and under the night, a little bit of fine white suddenly began to float... That was the first snow of this winter.

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On the 19th day of the twelfth lunar month, heavy snow covered the city of Shenjing.

Even though the atmosphere was tense and surging these days, accumulating strength for the upcoming drastic changes, and people's eyes were all on the next day, the annual Chang'an Winter Sword Gathering was still held as scheduled.

Not all swordsmen have the strength to challenge the scholar of destiny. Excellent swordsmen came to Shenjing two months or even half a year ago to make friends and build momentum, actually for this promised grand event.

Many sects would bring their excellent disciples to watch this sword gathering to see the real talents of swordsmanship. The sword students of Shenjing Sword Academy would also appear in large numbers at this time. They wore the simple sword clothes that were dyed like ink and gathered quietly in the corner of the sword stage, because the ranking of this sword gathering was required in the sword training.

What was different from usual was that many blue and red official clothes appeared at this winter sword meeting, and there were also many scholars. At the two ends of the highest head, two red and purple clothes were faintly visible in the wind and snow.

Shangshu and Prime Minister.

The winter sword gathering was not an open competition like a martial arts competition. It was roughly the same as the poetry gathering. A letter was required to enter. Even though the letter was not strict, there were not many people who could participate and watch. They were all upper-class people in Shenjing or cultivators.

And the countless other people who were paying attention could only learn about the content and news of the competition from the sword report.

It must be said that this sword-fighting event was greatly overshadowed. Although there were even more people watching than last year, people were obviously more scrutinizing than expecting. It is foreseeable that the various results after the sword-fighting event will not arouse too much heated discussion among the people. I am afraid that most of them will only be "who is more suitable to stand in front of the fourth prince".

Just like the most popular discussion at this time.

"Is Yan Feiqing still not here?" The girl stood on tiptoe and looked over, frowning and looking for him.

"He has indeed been silent for a long time." Another junior brother said, "But I saw Yang Zhenbing coming, and there are Ning Hongshu and Zuo Qiu over there... Who is that?"

"Jiang Yin'er."

"... Looks about the same age as me."

"Do you think it will be Yan Feiqing who will fight." The girl held her chin up, "It seems that only he can do it... But that is a power that only Tianlou can touch..."

However, a scholar turned his head and said, "Hey, haven't you heard about it yet?"

"What?" Not only the people in this sect were at a loss, but also someone nearby looked over.

The scholar smiled and said, "The candidate to play this time is neither Yan Feiqing nor Yang Zhenbing."

"...Then who is it?"

"It seems to be Pei Ye."

Several people were confused for a moment: "Who is Pei Ye?"

The local spectators in Shenjing nearby reacted a little: "Ah, is it the one who published a sword review in the Chang'an Sword News? The one who destroyed the Taiping Cao Gang."

"Yes, yes, I heard it was him."

However, several people from the sword sects were still confused - there are too many young heroes who accidentally made a name for themselves in the world... But heroes are heroes, and sword bets are sword bets.

For such a matter, if Yan Feiqing, a "perfect sword", is not used, at least Yang Zhenbing should be put on the stage... How could they find a Pei Ye?

"Your news is fake, there are too many people who take the opportunity to spread their reputation."

"No, no," another person said in a gentle manner, "I heard that it was probably this person, and they didn't cover up the news."

This person was probably a son of an official. The desk was close, so he handed over a note: "Look, this is what I sent people to search for. It is indeed a newcomer."

[Pei Ye, a native of Shaolong, was seventeen years old and came to Beijing between September and October. This year, he was a sword student in the Sword Academy. In November, he and Yan Feiqing destroyed the Taiping Cao Gang with their swords in Xichi. In November, he entered the Huanlou. Later, he became quite famous in the upper class. People said, "Within seven steps, there is a gap in the Tianlou." 】