The Lord who use immortals as food

Xing Zhi went to Ming Qitian's side. Pei Ye turned his head and looked at the old man lying stiffly on the bed.

This is the best house in the county government office. It is built in a corner. Although you can still hear the noise from the door and window, it is the quietest place.

"How do you feel?" Pei Ye frowned and whispered.

"It's much more comfortable." Yue Muzhou smiled, "The wheelchair is here, push it up and get some air."

"...You'd better rest. I'm asking you to hold on for two hours." Pei Ye didn't move.

"Hurry." The old man pushed him gently.

Pei Ye looked at him in silence for a while. Even though he had just shown off his power and displayed his masterly demeanor, his face was still so hideous and ugly.

He had long lost the ability to make expressions, but now with the blessing of zhenqi, his facial muscles had some room to move. The shriveled cheek muscles stretched upward, as if trying to make a gentle smile.

If the description in "The Broken Hero" is true, then this smile must have been very charming eighteen years ago, and there must not be many people who can match his smile.

But now if you don't carefully observe the direction of the muscles, you can't even guess what expression he is making. The scars and wrinkles are pushing towards the two huge black holes under his forehead, which looks terrifying and funny.

Pei Ye stood up without saying a word, walked out, pushed the creaking wheelchair in, and picked up the old man.

Yue Muzhou slowly leaned into this familiar space and sighed with a mixture of comfort and regret. The room was very quiet. After a long time, he smiled and said, "I'm still getting used to staying like this."

Pei Ye said: "Where do you want to go?"

"Looking at the creek slope," the old man said.

"It's quite far." Pei Ye muttered.

Pushing the old man all the way through the Yamen, he met Chang Zhiyuan as he passed the door. This magistrate, who used to be always meticulous, was now almost unkempt in his busy work. He held a stack of words in his hand and looked at the two of them in shock. one time.

Yue Muzhou slowly raised his hand and waved to him.

After leaving the county government office and walking along the street, Wangxi Slope is on the other side of the city - the part that has not been affected by the Immortal Lord. From the top of this slope, you can see the stream flowing down the mountain, hence its name.

Going uphill out of the city, the slope was neither high nor steep. Pei Ye carried the old man and climbed to the top.

At this time, the sunlight was getting softer and warmer, and the dusk had just begun to rise. The two of them came under a large willow tree. Pei Ye pushed the old man forward to give him a wider field of vision, while he stood behind the wheelchair.

Yue Muzhou felt the setting sun and high wind, and suddenly said hoarsely: "Xiaoye, have you ever thought about how you will die?"

"No."

"You might as well think about it. The picture that appears in your mind may indicate the direction of your future life."

Pei Ye looked up and thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't know."

"When I was your age, I already knew that I would definitely be killed." Yue Muzhou said, "Because I understood then that I would never be able to escape the collision of swords in this life. Sound."

"But unexpectedly, I have had some leisure time in the last eighteen years." He laughed hoarsely, "What about you? Xiaoye, have you ever thought about the role of palace merchant in your life?"

"I... don't know, I want to practice martial arts, and then..." Pei Ye frowned slightly and looked to the horizon, "Maybe, I will spend a lot of time learning swordsmanship."

"Yes, you like swords, you have liked them since you were a child." The old man said gently, "I saw Ming Qitian's sword again last night. You must really want to be able to swing a sword like that from your hand, right?"

Pei Ye nodded.

"You do have this talent." The old man sighed, and then changed the subject, "But this will not be your true pursuit in life."

Pei Ye stared blankly at the old man's profile.

"Because you are a real and vivid person, and your seventeen years of life have shaped you. You and I, and Ming Qitian's experiences are completely different." Yue Muzhou said, "You like to be in the ring with others. Competitive, likes to challenge difficult things - ever since I was a kid, if someone said there was a big catfish, you had to boast about catching it."

Pei Ye couldn't help but curl his lips.

"You like others to cheer for you, but you hate others to put pressure on you." Yue Muzhou said, "You long for the Crane Fu Book, but you actually long for the fame and fortune you have earned uprightly."

Pei Ye looked into space and listened to the old man's words that penetrated his heart.

"You have a strong sense of competitiveness, vanity, justice, and a sense of gain and loss... You are a passionate person. You love the sword, and only one part is that you love it itself, and the remaining nine parts are that you love it in your hands - —You can’t be an ascetic in the art of swordsmanship.”

"You can't be passionate about the sword, so Yunlang Mountain is not your place to go." Yue Muzhou said slowly at the end.

Pei Ye was startled and realized that the old man was thinking about his future.

"Longjun Dongting is fine... Are you willing to join such a sacred place of martial arts and learn their martial arts from scratch, from shallow to deep?" Yue Muzhou asked.

Pei Ye raised his head and imagined that kind of life, and it was hard to make a choice for a while.

But the old man had already found out his heart faster: "No, you don't want to either. This kind of pure martial arts training time is very wonderful for you, making friends, studying martial arts, making progress day by day... But now you An Xin can no longer enjoy such a life, because there is a fire in your heart."

The old man stretched out his hand and patted his abdomen slowly: "You want...to avenge me, don't you?"

Pei Ye was silent, then nodded: "I will go when I am strong enough."

The old man laughed: "Do you think I want to dissuade you? No. When I was your age, I was much more reckless than you."

The old man solemnly said in a slow voice: "Of course I want you to avenge me. I entrust this hatred to you. Can you wash it off for me?"

Pei Ye nodded solemnly.

The old man smiled: "I know, of course you can. Who else has this qualification except you?"

Pei Ye said: "You thought I was weak in the morning, and you said you don't know how long it will take to rely on me."

Yue Muzhou laughed: "This time, that time."

"But, believe it or not, I actually don't care too much about this matter." The old man leaned back in his chair and looked at the sunset, and said with a smile, "Then I know where you want to go - Shenjing."

Pei Ye was shocked.

Yes, Kamkyo.

Before the name of this place was spoken, he had not thought about it in his mind, but after it was spoken, it seemed that it had lingered in his mind a thousand times.

It is not only a city that actually exists in the world, these two words actually represent a temperament and a direction, which coincides with the vague tendency in Pei Ye's heart.

He no longer wanted to worship under a certain sect, where he would practice, compete, and become a master in a step-by-step manner, and be branded with this sect for the rest of his life.

He was going to a place like Shenjing.

All tribes from all directions participated in the grand event. It was the intersection of the entire world, where countless water streams intertwined and collided. Turtles, snakes, fish, turtles, dragons... everyone wanted to make waves in the most dazzling place.

He was going there, free to fight his way out.

Because now, he also has something he is determined to kill.