The Lord who use immortals as food

The Emperor of Tang looked down and saw the crowd in front of the Suzaku Gate, like a black tide, most of them looking up.

He sat on the throne with his sleeves folded, the eunuchs and guards were in their positions, and the guards behind him dispersed one by one.

"The newly brewed sake in Zhaixing Tower is out of the jar when the first snow falls, so it is called 'New Snow'." Li Huang smiled gently, holding a silver wine pot, "I sent someone to buy a bottle, Your Majesty, do you want to drink it? Or tea?"

"Still tea." The Emperor of Tang looked at the sword platform, and the figure in plain clothes still stood there quietly, as if melting into the snow.

He stood here all night, and the snow in the sky was indeed used by him.

The Immortal Platform said that the snow would last for a day and a night. Now another day is about to pass, and the snow is still floating like white hair. At noon, the Emperor of Tang twisted a snowflake that fell on his hand and looked up at the sky.

"Isn't the fourth brother cold?" A crisp voice sounded beside the table. Li Bijun, who was only eight years old and still had her hair tied in a bun, frowned and looked up at the figure below. However, the woman behind her gently covered her mouth after she spoke.

"Shh, this is a quiet place, no noise." The woman bowed her head to the throne.

Li Huang tilted her head and smiled: "Yuan Fei, let Bijun come up. She is short and can see more clearly here."

Yuan Fei bowed her head and smiled at the girl: "Her Majesty the Queen is calling you over."

Li Bijun giggled, ran and threw herself into the arms of the woman in front of the table, and then persevered and whispered to the man next to her: "Father, isn't the fourth brother cold?"

Tang Huang pinched a snack and handed it to her: "He has cultivation, so he is not afraid of the cold."

"I also opened my meridians, but I am still cold!" Li Bijun spread out ten red fingers.

Emperor Tang held her hands to warm them, and said in a low voice: "You are lazy when practicing, so naturally your true energy is weak and blocked."

Li Bijun quickly retracted her hand and threw herself into Li Huang's arms.

On the outer side of the throne sat three seats of young men and women in similar clothes, each with a case, but no other concubines were seen. Li Huang smiled and glanced at them, saying: "Jiu'er has practiced very hard in the past two years."

Li Chen was stunned for a moment and raised his head, left the seat and bowed respectfully: "Reporting to the Queen Mother, I am reading the Sword Scripture."

"Always so reserved." Li Huang smiled lightly, "You read it."

Li Chen bowed again and returned to the case.

He was the last seat, and the other two seats were occupied by a young girl and a young man in loose clothes, the sixth princess Li Youlong and the third prince Li Yujin. There was an empty seat between the two of them, which was the seat of the fourth prince Li Zhi.

And to the right, there was another empty seat.

Li Bijun moved her eyes to look, hooked her hands around the neck of Her Majesty the Queen, and buried her head in it.

Although she was young, her mother taught her seriously what to say, what to say, what not to say, and what not to say. Words are not able to control a six or seven-year-old girl, so these teachings are often accompanied by different levels of pain.

Only pain that is absolutely unbearable will make people absolutely not open their mouths. Her mother told her that only those who can pass the Kirin Heavenly Edict can lead a seat alone. Who sits there, who does not sit there, who suddenly stops sitting there... These are things that cannot be spoken.

Including the seat that is always empty, don't even look at it.

There are many words in it that she doesn't understand, but this dangerous area is indeed in her heart, like a vicious beast that is eager to devour people.

But when she put her face on the Queen's chin and rubbed it lightly - this is what her mother said she should do - she suddenly found that the Queen's head was tilted very much, and she no longer gently scratched her belly.

She looked in the direction and saw that she was looking at the empty seat.

No... it's farther away... it's a vermilion carriage quietly parked outside the imperial procession.

It's not very bright, but a very light and beautiful color. It's quiet and beautiful in the snowy scene. The curtains are covered, and there is no one driving the carriage.

Her Majesty the Queen's body was quiet for a while, and then she said softly: "Jinyang is here too."

Li Bijun suddenly felt some inexplicable heart trembling, and her mouth stopped chewing snacks, leaning on the Queen's shoulder motionless.

After a few breaths, Her Majesty the Queen turned back and smiled softly: "Why don't you eat anymore."

Li Bijun said in a delicate voice: "I'm full."

She jumped down from her arms, and then she realized that her father had been staring at that side for a longer time.

"It's time to come and take a look." The Tang Emperor said in a calm voice, turning his head to the eunuch behind him, "Go and inform them, and call them to sit here."

Yu Sicheng behind him leaned over to receive the order and left. The Tang Emperor's eyes turned back to the sword platform. It was past noon and the sky was getting darker.

"Fourth brother will definitely win!" Li Bijun said to Her Royal Highness the Queen before she left. This was what her mother said she should do.

As expected, Her Royal Highness the Queen smiled at her tenderly and gently stroked her head.

About an hour later, Yu Sicheng came over, leaned over the side of the throne, and whispered, "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness Jinyang is not in the car."

The Emperor of Tang nodded, not seeming to care much, his eyes fell on the sword platform.

...

It was about the end of Shenshi.

The saint had been in the East Platform for half an hour. The fourth prince stood quietly on the Winter Sword Platform. For the first time, he raised his head and looked up. The snow fell into his eyes.

Everyone felt the palpitations of hair standing on end at this moment.

Even when the saint came, the crowd in front of the Suzaku Gate only descended, but at this moment it was as quiet as if it was strangled to death.

It is hard to imagine that there would be silence in the middle of the night in such a grand gathering, with only the sound of falling snow floating in the air.

Many people have heard the metaphor about shrimp growing on the back of a whale these days, and they all thought it was very appropriate at the time, but it was not until now that everyone experienced the feeling of being watched by the whale so personally.

[Tianming Confucianist] opened his eyes in his world.

How many tens of thousands of people gathered here, how many lives grew up in this world, and now everything was reflected in his eyes, and for the crowd in front of the Suzaku Gate, those who had never experienced such a thorough insight would never be able to empathize with this kind of palpitations.

Her heart almost stopped in an instant, and Changsun Jue opened her mouth stiffly, not feeling her own breath at all.

Only then did she truly realize how admirable and powerful the Taoist girl next to her was to be able to stand alone in the face of such despair yesterday.

[Tianlin Yi] slowly spread to the entire world, and the snowflakes were still floating quietly. All its passages and landings left traces in Li Zhi's eyes... For the Fourth Prince and the Five Surnames, Tianlin Yi also needed a chance to see the world.

It is not a trump card held by the people of Jianghu. It is the blood of the Tang Dynasty and the hard work of Tianliyuan for twenty years. It is the consolidation of Haotian's rule and the manifestation of Qilin's authority. Ertian Theory requires a bet in front of all the nobles, and they all agree. Just as Ertian Theory is eager to prove itself, facing the turbulent court, Haotian also needs to show his unshakability again.

It is Haotian's intention that has made everything in front of the Suzaku Gate silent now.

The palpitations did not continue. Many people were still silent after two gasps.

The sects trembled and tightened their swords. The throats of the people of Jianghu have been silently strangled... You will not see such enemies in Jianghu.

The Confucian "Book of Changes", the blood of Qilin... How can there be such means in Jianghu? They are all unique in the world and come from the core of the most powerful empire.

There are many sects and holy places, and the Tang Dynasty still ruled this land for hundreds of years. This is its eyes and fangs.

Many people talked about Yan Feiqing, Chen Quan, and Yang Zhenbing with great interest before this moment and in the days before... Now no one dares to say which famous disciple can face such a vastness.

The field was silent, with only flying snow dancing.

Do you want to prove that a mortal body and a sword... can defeat such an untouchable vastness?

The so-called "betting on sword power", the so-called dispute in Shenjing for several months and years, turned out to be such a fantasy?

Of course Yan Feiqing will not come, Yang Zhenbing will not come, and the sword master and the vein master will not come... So they can only choose that poor Pei Ye... A fearless boy who is eager to be famous, it turns out to be like this...

Until a clear and free laughter came from the audience.

It seemed so clear in the silence, but with a bit of drunkenness: "Pei Ye, I said, you will be the most popular martial artist in Shenjing after you sing this play!... Go!"

That was the place where you climbed onto the Winter Sword Stage from the other side. The so-called "other side" was, of course, relative to the Fourth Prince, who was now in the west.

"Hmm."

This was the vague response to this sentence. There was no other voice, only the sound of footsteps on the snow steps, as clear as a step, slowly, step by step, until a young man's figure rose in the snow.

He stood on the Winter Sword Stage, and in the eyes of 100,000 people, he first raised his neck and drank a sip.

The bright sword blade hung at his waist. He had no outer clothes, was barefoot, and only wore a single piece of clothing that fluttered in the wind. His strong neck and chest were exposed, and his long hair was only tied casually by a silk ribbon of an unknown woman, floating behind him.

Everyone could see that he had indeed lost his true energy. He staggered and stumbled twice on the slippery snowy ground. He was just an ordinary mortal. The weight of the sword on his waist was a burden to him.

He had indeed drunk too much wine, and his sword-like eyes seemed to be in a dream.

He stood ten feet in front of Li Zhi, swaying and standing, looking lazily at the person in front of him, raising his hand to take another sip from the pot. His drinking posture was extremely relaxed, as if it was the most wonderful thing in the world.

[Tianlin Yi] never disappeared.

Snowflakes fell on his face and on his sword. Yesterday, Jiang Yin'er was drowned in the snow without resistance, and none of the swordsmen who watched stood up after her.

The young man inevitably staggered on the ground, and at the other end, Li Zhi moved for the first time, slowly raising his hand to him with an expressionless face.

The wind and snow were like a curtain, almost completely covering the boy. The first snow of the Xinsi year in Shenjing had fallen for two days and one night. It was huge and heavy enough, and of course it was enough to drown a boy wearing only clothes and holding a sword.

The boy's face was not sure whether it was drunken or smiling. In the eyes of everyone, he took off his sword and stroked it slowly and gently.

Then he tapped it with his fingers, and the clear sound instantly penetrated everyone's heart and lungs, and rushed straight to the top of the head, making the hair on the skin stand up!

The boy chanted drunkenly, like a hermit in the forest, penetrating all the wind and snow: "Don't you see, Kunwu Iron Smelting is flying with flames and smoke, and the red light and purple air are all brilliant."

So everyone saw that the wind and snow were still in an instant.

Like a beautiful painting, every snowflake was still in the air, and the wind died... It was not until the next moment that people realized that it was the Fourth Prince who was still.

Because the boy was too fast.

When you are fast enough, isn't the world still?

The young man's right sleeve suddenly fluttered like a burning fire, but it was certainly not because of the wind, because the wind could no longer catch up with him.

The tree in the dantian grew towards the palm of the right arm, and in an instant it climbed up the meridians. Pei Ye suddenly clenched the hilt of the sword, and a sharp and cold light flashed in his dreamy eyes.

The world reacted at this moment, just like a fish feels the movement of water. Everyone felt that the world around them suddenly pressed towards the unruly figure. However, all the stormy waves could not touch him, because it was a drop of water that had jumped out of the sea.

No matter how high the stormy waves are, they are always higher than the height of a drop of water splashing.

This height is called a sword.

A chic sword, an unruly sword... On the long curtain composed of the snow and the dead wind, a white shadow flashed by, and a silver light suddenly appeared on the neck of the fourth prince, and the crisp sound of shattering seemed to ring in everyone's ears.

A bright blood line burst out on Li Zhi's neck, and the next moment a clanging sound of collision sounded on the sword. Pei Ye's sword blade suddenly broke into pieces, and when the two fell to the ground at the same time, it was a tea lid flying from outside the field.

Li Zhi stood there in shock, and for the first time, a confused emotion appeared in his peaceful eyes. The young man in single clothes stood obliquely behind him, and the broken sword in his right hand was still vibrating rapidly. He raised the wine pot in his left hand and drank a sip with drunken eyes.

No one knows how a person who forbids the true mystery can be so fast, and how can he escape the gaze of heaven and earth.

The ministers will not know, the martial arts sects will not know, the two philosophers will not know, and the saints will not know.

Maybe he used [Floating Wind] ten times in an instant, maybe it was just the best [Fei Yu Xian] or [Treading Water to Pick Scales] in the world... But in fact, it doesn't matter. Even if you watch this scene ten more times, no one may be able to understand it... because no one has ever seen and understood it.

He is the first person in the world to pick this power.

Sword state · [Sleeve Tiger]

Before your meridian tree burns out.

All gaps are broken, and all swords are immortals.