The Lord who use immortals as food

"Pei Ye, hello.

The investigation of the five taels of heart amber has been completed. You are right, we did not find it.

He exchanged "Bengxue" for Xinpo, but it is unknown where he used it. This record was later erased, so "Bengxue" could not be entered, and "Xinpo" could not be seen.

It's a pity that there have been many officials, big and small, in the past twenty years. We still don't know who he is and when he did this.

Fortunately, all the seven dragons are gone, and Cuiyu is now acting unhindered in Bowang. I will investigate them one by one as soon as possible. If you have any clues about this person, please remember to reply.

In addition, thank you for the "Fourth Level of Feiyuxian" attached to your last letter. Master was very happy after reading it, but he can't practice it himself now. He just urges me every day - [Breaking Ground] and [Water Picking] Scales] Could you please explain in more detail how to connect them?

Don't take risks, take care of everything, and say hello to the Master of Mingjian and the kitten. "

Pei Ye put down the letter. There was only a solitary lamp in front of the table late at night, and an energetic bluebird stood on the top of the lamp, preening its feathers. It seemed that it was not afraid of the scorching heat at all.

In addition to the new letter, there was also an eye-shaped jade pendant shining under the lamp. Just as Pei Ye picked it up, his movements suddenly stopped. He raised his hand to press his eyes, and his brows were twisted tightly, as if he was enduring with some great pain.

The black cat watched him quietly from the side until a moment later, the boy gasped for air and slowly lowered his hand, the molten gold-like liquid in his eyes gradually faded away.

"The hole you broke through that night, the imperial edict will continue to erode through it." The black cat said softly, "This matter is very serious. The moment you completely lose control - in just a moment, it will lead the immortal king Come down."

"Is there any way to delay it?" Pei Ye panted lightly. Only those who have experienced this pain of having his mind gnawed away can know. He stretched his palms three times before his fingertips stopped trembling.

"[Quail Head] is already the best method." Black Cat said, "In the final analysis, the erosion of the mind by the imperial edict and the Immortal Lord is only based on [Quail Head], even if it really comes to your body In the body, [Quail Head] is already a sword and shield that is enough to resist. But different people holding the same sword will still have a clear victory or defeat.

"——The problem is with you, Pei Ye."

"."

"Ming Qitian is right, you have to repair yourself first. A healthy mind cannot resist the flawless sword-holding mind of the Immortal Lord, but at least it is enough to resist the erosion of the imperial edict." A pair of emerald-like clear She looked at the silent young man with her clear blue eyes, "What are you thinking about? Pei Ye, what do you want to prove?"

Under the swaying semi-darkness, the young man lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.

"It's nothing." After a long while, he said in a low voice, "I'll kill him first."

He stretched out his hand to pick up the jade pendant and stared deeply at the pupil.

——

The gray river traced back for a long time, and only then did Pei Ye see the faint color in a tributary.

Jinghu, Yashan, Gaolin, decades have passed, but Hushan Jianmen seems to have never changed.

Under the winter sky, everything was covered with bright white snow. When the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy ran into the sword field with his sword in his hand, the sword pile was still shaking, but the man practicing the sword was nowhere to be seen. The boy looked around and shouted loudly: Said: "Senior brother! Senior brother! Master——"

"You are noisier than a hundred ducks." A lazy voice came from the head. The boy looked up suddenly. The sparse sunlight was shining, and among the shadows of the branches and leaves, he was lying on a tall tree in a white shirt, with one leg half hanging down. He was holding a book in front of his face with one hand.

"Come down! I have learned the word "Whale", let's compete!"

"." The man closed the book with one palm and flipped it down. "Bring me my sword."

The boy ran to the weapon rack and asked, "Which one do you use?"

"casual."

The young man weighed it one by one, deliberately picked a very heavy one, and ran over to hand it to him. The man took it nonchalantly and waved twice: "Here."

The young man took up his stance solemnly and did not forget to remind: "You remember to suppress your true energy to the fourth life!"

"Um."

The young man jumped up with his sword, and the man stepped sideways with his sword. The swords clashed with each other, and a mysterious ripple spread out invisibly. The man's sword lost strength in an instant.

The young man suddenly beamed with joy, screamed strangely, and seized this opportunity to kill with his knife.

However, the man had put the sword on his back with his weak hand and stood motionless, looking at him calmly.

The next moment, the young man stumbled suddenly, as if his left foot stumbled over his right foot, and he made several weird dance steps forward. Finally, the boy gnawed mud and fell in front of the man's feet.

The long knife clattered to the ground.

".What?!" The young man pulled at the tangled invisible filaments on his body and yelled with eyes wide open.

"I saw you were almost done practicing yesterday. It's a little thing you can do casually." The man's mouth curved slightly, "Do you like it?"

"." The young man let out a heavy breath, "Next time I will stipulate that formations and magic weapons are not allowed to be used!"

"They want me to be pressed to death again, and I'm not allowed to use a knife or a magic weapon. You can tie me up and beat me." The man stretched out his hand and said, "Have you brought what I want?"

The young man broke off the tangled thread, stood up sullenly, and took out a sword theory book from his pocket: "Here, this is it. I think it may be helpful in learning "Bengxue"."

The man reached out to take it and began to read through it.

"Actually, I think Master is right." In the silence, the young man whispered a little, "In practice, you have to use your strengths and avoid weaknesses. If you put this effort into the sword formation, you will be a young master by now."

"If you want to be the leader, your swords must reach the second level. Master has said it many times, what nonsense are you talking about here."

"But I think..." the young man's voice became softer again, "What's so good about the head of our Jianmen Sect? A few years ago, the senior in Yangyi Building felt that one could beat our master and asked you to learn the art a hundred times. Why didn't you go?"

"So you are the Yanque, Qu Zhoufu." The man rolled his eyes and chuckled, "I just want to lead the Hushan Sword Sect and become a sect like Yangyi Tower."

".Wow."

"Besides, I recently found some clues."

"What?"

The man frowned and looked at the sky: "Our sect seems to have an ancient heritage."

".?"

"Really, but it seems that only the leader can control it." The man said.

"Have you asked Master?"

"I asked, but the old guy said no."

"Then if you really get it then, give me a sneak peek."

"Easy to say."

The young man obviously didn't believe it. He was silent for a while, and then said: "But I think that if some roads don't work, you have to change the road. You have spent five years without entering the second form. Master is right, this sword is good. Okay, if it doesn’t work, it just doesn’t work. If you need to compromise, you have to compromise.”

Then the man's smile also faded, his lips pursed into a thin sharp line, he looked down at the book, his face was expressionless and lazy.

"I won't compromise on anything," he said casually.

Qu Zhoufu left, and the man sat cross-legged alone in the field, carefully reading the sword book page by page. When he was alone, the man's laziness was washed away, and a sharp edge emerged. He devoted all his energy to the thing in his hand, and kept rubbing the hilt of the sword with his other hand.

Time went by, and dusk gradually came. The man stood up with his brows rubbed, and looked at the sword in his hand thoughtfully. He slowly opened his stance - he had never been so serious in the countless fields he was good at. .

After standing still for a long time, he stabbed out with a sword, but his arm deflected first, and his true energy wandered around.

The man took a deep breath, frowned, readjusted his body, stood still for a moment, and then drew his sword again, and his true energy exploded messily in his wrist.

This scene lasted twenty-nine times.

The sword field had completely entered the night, and Hushan seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. Under the reflection of the cold moon and white snow, the man was once again staggered by his own true energy.

He rubbed his brows tiredly, took a deep breath to adjust again, but could no longer suppress his annoyance. In the silent sword field, he swung his arm and smashed his sword to the ground.

Amidst a series of "ding-rangs", the man raised his head expressionlessly and stared at the deep sky for a long time.

——

Time passed by for a long time. On the sword field, the man's figure appeared several times more often than others. When Pei Ye came to the next node, it seemed like several years had passed.

This time it was in a strange courtyard. Pei Ye had never seen this courtyard before in Yang Yanmengli's field of vision.

Qu Zhoufu already looked like a champion, with much of his childishness gone, and the calmness of old age in his brows and eyes. He was practicing in the courtyard with a sword.

The man was about twenty-twenty-three years old now. He was holding a sword book and leaning on the chair. He raised his eyes from time to time to look at his junior brother's movements.

"What kind of reputation did you have in the city two days ago?" Qu Zhoufu asked, "Yesterday the young lady from the governor's family came to the mountain gate to look for someone."

"A few half-hearted writers were bragging, but after I wrote one, they gave me the title of Naoshizi."

".Isn't it expensive to sell a painting of your own?"

"ill."

"I don't want you to sell it." Qu Zhoufu said with great interest, "Didn't we discuss getting a pair of good swords to pass on? Since you are good at handwriting, we can inscribe a few on them to make them famous in the future. You can tell by looking at it that it’s our Hushan Jianmen.”

"." The man put down the book and moved his eyes, "That's okay."

Qu Zhoufu became more excited: "Then when I think about it, you can carve it."

The man chuckled: "Don't be embarrassed."

"Of course I want you to carve it, otherwise where would I be involved in this sword?"

"You will support me then."

"."

At this time, the man frowned and stared at his movements: "The key to the third chapter is 'deep'. It's not about breathing harder, you have to work hard to see something more essential."

Qu Zhoufu put away the knife, wiped his sweat, and shook his head: "I can't see, I can't understand. This should be my limit."

The man frowned slightly, as if he didn't like hearing this: "You are only twenty."

Qu Zhoufu smiled: "How many times have I said that if you can't pass these two swords, you just can't pass it - it's been nine years since you learned the first move, and you still can't get into the second move?"

The man suddenly smiled when he heard this.

"I used it once yesterday." He said softly.

".What?" Qu Zhoufu was stunned.

"Maybe the talent just happens to be stuck here." The man did not hide his joy, "I just need to pile up a lot of time to get it."

"."

"I heard that someone from Yunlang Mountain came to the foot of Tianshan Mountain a few days ago to give a lecture on swordsmanship. I'm going to listen. If it's useful, I should be able to learn it thoroughly." The man said with a smile, "By the way, I picked up the pair of entrusted swords. What's wrong? , looks ugly?"

"No." Qu Zhoufu forced a smile, "Senior brother, you have really learned it. Do you still want to be the leader?"

"Of course, did I say I wanted to change?" The man paused while flipping the sword book and said softly, "Ever since my master told me that I needed to advance my sword to the second level, I have been working hard for it for eleven years."

Then he smiled: "Remember what I told you a long time ago - I will not compromise on anything."

"."

"Okay, let's go back. I'll leave tomorrow." The proud man didn't pay much attention to his junior brother's strange behavior. He always wouldn't ask more questions when others said he was fine. It was a pride that was nurtured in his bones.

Pei Ye watched the man disappear into the darkness of the mountain pass. He dragged the time back thirteen days before the figure returned to his field of vision again.

He was carrying a long bag, and the lightness on his body was very subtle, but still visible to the naked eye. The first time Pei Ye saw this figure, he knew that he had achieved the purpose of his trip.

He didn't have much patience to appreciate his pleasure, so he once again pushed back a small section of time.

Two swords fell on the table, and three people stood among them. The high hall still looked dark and cold.

The man's cold-faced question echoed in the space: "It took me ten years to achieve your request, and you tell me that you passed the position of leader to him?"

"Zhou Fu has the qualifications."

"Don't be a fucking fool and give me a reason."

"There is no reason." The old man looked at him calmly, with the same expression as Qu Zhoufu thirty years later.

"."

"There is no reason." The old man repeated, "I have said a thousand times in the past ten years that you are not the right person."

Pei Ye knew he was.

Tough, calm, wise, talented. Although proud, pride itself is not a flaw, it is just the temperament that the leader brings to a sect.

It's a pity that the one chosen by Hushan Jianmen is never the better one.

There was only the clear breathing of the man in the hall. Qu Zhoufu lowered his head and said nothing. Pei Ye came to the table. He was familiar with the dark and tough knife, but it looked much newer now.

"I'll find out what's going on." The man's cold words sounded behind him. Pei Ye put his hand into his bag and took out a piece of casting paper.

In the days after he won the championship, Zhao Zhang told him that famous sword casters would often give customers such a receipt, including the place and season of casting, the materials used, and the casting method. Finally, there would also be the name of the person who inscribed the sword. name.

"The swords are paired, and each has two sentences, saying: The bright blade washes away the blood, the sword captures the beauty of the plum blossoms; buried in the snow for three years, the soul of the sword is not lost."

"Calligrapher, Qu Zhu."