Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 122
Pei Ye put down half a bowl of vegetables and half a steamed bun, clapped his hands and raised his sword: "Come! Come!"

In fact, Cheng Jianghong's strength far exceeded his expectations. He thought that this person was a native of Shao County, maybe a young martial arts master.

Such four lives, at the point where Pei Ye will win but not yet, Pei Ye is willing to fight for Bao Dan.

However, after observing Zhang Junxue just now, Zhang Junxue's lightness of the knife has already startled him, and he felt that he would be unstoppable. If he really fought to the death, he could only pierce the opponent's throat faster with Snowy Night Flying Goose.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Jiang Hong was even better. He was also one of the top four students. Not only was his Qi thicker than Zhang Junxue's, but his sword skills were also not inferior at all.Moreover, while studying these two items, he also practiced a profound palm skill.

Judging from this palm alone, it is not an inheritance that Shao County can have.

Facing such a well-established opponent, he knew that his chances of victory were slim.

Pei Ye drew his sword and walked up. He bent his elbow and put the sword on his forearm, and made a martial arts salute with his palm against his fist.

After this familiar yet unfamiliar courtesy, Pei Ye took a step back and opened a standard sword stand.

Cheng Jianghong's originally slack body immediately straightened up.

A sword stand is enough to tell a lot.

The body of the young man in front of him was like an extension of the hilt of the sword, and the sword seemed to be growing on his body.

Clumsy state, of course this is a clumsy state.

I have only reached this state of body and sword harmony after 20 years of immersion. I think it is the most commendable achievement since I stepped into martial arts since I was a child, and it is also the strength that I rely on the most when facing the enemy. I can see it so easily in this young man. .

His age may not even be as long as his own sword practice.

How long has he practiced sword?ten years?Eight years?
In any case, this is an enviable talent - just as those five or sixty-year-olds who are still out of the door envy themselves.

Cheng Jianghong also bent his elbows and cupped his fists in return.

Pei Ye deliberately put up the sword stand, and also deliberately showed the state of the sword. He knew that Cheng Jianghong had underestimated him, but in this kind of sparring, he didn't want to take advantage of it.

He has already seen the opponent's strength, so he wants to show his own strength to the opponent, compete openly, and win or lose openly.

"Please." Cheng Jianghong said solemnly.

Pei Ye drew out his sword.

He hasn't started practicing the Cicada Sword yet, and he only has a Fuliu Sword in his hand.

This is a swordsmanship with some flaws, but it has been adjusted to the best in Pei Ye's hands.

The Fuliu Sword is a fast sword. At this time, the shadows of the sword are flying in Pei Ye's hands, from the top of the head, from the waist, and from the back; stabbing, chopping, and swinging, Pei Ye's body is like a flower composed of sword shadows blooming.

Facing this sword flower, Cheng Jianghong was like a cutter, and every petal struck his sword with a clear sound.

It stands to reason that in order to block such fast swords from all directions, his sword must be too fast to catch, but it is not. His sword path is very clear, without any afterimage, clean and simple, as if it can always be blocked with one sword. Pei Ye made two or three sword strikes.

And if you look closely, you can see that he can always find the closest swords in the chaotic sword light, and then block them one by one with the shortest distance.

Fierce eyesight and calm handling of the sword.

Pei Ye secretly admired it in his heart.

As far as Cheng Jianghong is concerned, he is not so idle.

He was originally happy to see Hunter Xin and wanted to measure the swordsmanship of this talented young man, so he put away his true energy from the sword from the beginning and only used a lifetime of true energy to strengthen his body.

But as soon as the first sword was exchanged, his sword was almost knocked off directly.

Only then did he realize that the young man in front of him was not only amazingly talented in swordsmanship, but also had an astounding physique.It wasn't until half of the zhenqi was released, that is, the level of Sansheng, that the strength of his sword was equal to that of the opponent.

But when he returned to sword fighting, he actually felt a little frustrated.The sword in the opponent's hand was so simple and even crude, but he couldn't spare any room to counterattack.

Moreover, this young man's sensitivity to the enemy is also a little too much. He can hide seven minds out of five swords. Although most of them are directly seen through by him, there are always a few places that are well hidden. Surprised.

The two of them attacked and defended in this way, and they fought thirty to fifty moves. Although it was not as thrilling as the previous one, it was much more beautiful.

The turning point came when Pei Ye used the first move of Fu Liu Sword for the third time.

At this moment, Cheng Jianghong couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth, and Pei Ye smiled wryly at the same time.

There is nothing he can do, he knows how to use this sword.

And this simple swordsmanship has long been seen through by Cheng Jianghong.

Pei Ye tried hard to use a novel move, but the upper, lower, left and right sides were blocked. After two blows, Cheng Jianghong's sword came forward.

Pei Ye sighed softly, this was the first time he was inferior in sword competition - he had already keenly felt that the opponent had controlled the strength to the same level as his own, and the sword had not injected true energy.

But at this moment, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration from the way the opponent was pressing down on the sword that he was unable to struggle with.

Isn't this just a mantis stalking a cicada?

Blessed to the soul, the impression is in my heart, and the first posture of the Sparrow Department, which has never been practiced once, flows out of my hands.

【Flying Bronze Shadow】

The young man's helpless aura of swordsmanship that was praised by Ming Qitian burst out again.

Ordinary people practice this kind of swordsmanship, they have to be proficient in the moves and moves, and after many times of actual combat, they can grasp the true meaning of cicadas and sparrows.Then you can try to reach the shore with the raft to attract attention-that is, you don't need to use the cicada sword as a support, as long as the situation is really suitable for the mantis to catch the cicada, you can use the sparrow sword at any time.

But just like he suddenly realized [Yuntian covers his eyes and loses his feathers] in the wine cellar, at this time, he had not even practiced the "Cicada Sword" once before he suddenly realized the true meaning.

Of course, the sword moves that had never been used before were indeed very jerky. As soon as the sword appeared in Pei Ye's vision, he saw three things that needed to be corrected.

But its true meaning has been firmly grasped by the young man, and the sword is still light and fast, and deadly enough!
Cheng Jianghong was almost in a cold sweat.

The old man outside the court also squinted his eyes at this time, showing some hesitation, as if he was making a choice.

This sword is indeed quite beautiful.

The sword moves are excellent, the timing is precise, and the intention is clever.

Chengjiang Hongjian had already pounced on the cicada, and he couldn't avoid the oriole's sudden move.

So I had to.

A brighter sword light rose from his hand.

At this moment, he could burst out the true qi of his four-life realm and use the realm to overwhelm this sword, but he finally decided to end it with a sword.

According to the legend of Tianshan Mountain, [marry a branch and go to a banquet].

Chengjiang Hongren stepped back, but his sword was still thrusting forward, as if his arm suddenly grew longer out of thin air.

But when he took a closer look, he discovered that he had attached the scabbard to the hilt!

This is undoubtedly his ultimate sword.This sword is already good enough, but the grafting movement in the middle is even more magical. Not only does it not detract from the sword's power at all, it actually makes it even better.

When the scabbard is connected, the strength of the hand holding the scabbard is transmitted simultaneously, so that the power of both hands is merged into one sword, which is both fast and heavy.

In fact, this is not the full power of this sword - when the actual enemy is faced, the scabbard is already filled with true energy when it is held in the hand, and it is only waiting for the explosion at the time of grafting.

The two swords crossed and stopped almost at the same time, the wind stopped and the sound of the moon was sparse.

Pei Ye's sword was still four inches away from Cheng Jianghong's throat, and Cheng Jianghong's sword was already on his chest.

Pei Ye smiled, retracted the sword and returned, adjusted her posture, and saluted with the sword in her arms.

Zhu Gaoyang is right. Only when you fight with people of similar level using swordsmanship of similar level can you clearly see what you lack.

If I want to win today, I must either cultivate to reach the realm of the four lives, borrow a better root and bone to break through the tricks; or learn a better swordsmanship.

And if a two-pronged approach is taken, then the conditions for victory are probably: the realm of two lives or three lives, and the Cicada Sword is under control - if it was not the first time that I used [Flying Bronze Shadow] just now, the sword might be just a few meters away from the opponent's throat. Not four inches, but two inches, one inch.

Of course, I can also win now - as long as I use the Snowy Night Flying Goose Sword Stance.

But that's meaningless, it's just a match, if you take it out as soon as you see you're going to lose, how can you get rid of dependence?

Feiyan on a snowy night cast a huge shadow at the beginning of his kendo path, which was both a shield and a cover. The first step out of this shadow was to dare to lose and be able to lose.

The two walked back, Pei Ye picked up the scabbard, put it back into the sword, and picked up the colder food again.

Then suddenly there were several dry "pa, pa, pa" sounds from the side. Pei Ye turned around and saw Zhang Junxue raising her hand to slap the two of them. When he saw it, he put down his hand again and started again. Move your silent gaze to the ground.

Cheng Jianghong retracted his sword and walked over, bowed his hands to the old man: "A little superficial skill, I don't know if it has caught the eyes of the senior?"

Pei Ye turned his head and saw the old man's face up close for the first time.

Contrary to the speculation brought by the walking stick, the old man's face did not have the slightest trace of dust. Instead, his complexion was slender and white. He did not appear to be exposed to wind and sun. The fine wrinkles on his face looked like silk scarves. Tiny waves.

He has a high nose and thick lips, his eyes are a little big and small, and he is full of smiles at this moment.Seriously, this is not a good face, like a white-faced weasel.

This metaphor flashed across his mind, Pei Ye hastily cut it off embarrassingly.

"You say superficial, aren't you afraid of falling into the prestige of the master?" The old man said hehe, "Tianshan Gaotu, dare to ask the name of the respected master?"

"I'm ashamed. I only studied in the outer sect and have never been a disciple of a senior master. My sword master is Master Chu Xiaochi."

"Oh? Your kendo talent and achievements should be enough to pay homage to Yifang Chiyuan."

".I am determined to have an official career, so I have no choice but to reject the teacher's kindness."

"Well. That's why you returned to your hometown to participate in the martial arts competition. From this point of view, Tianshan is indeed the same as it is—not only does it allow outer disciples to come and go freely, but as long as they perform well during the time of the sect, they will be given a gift once before leaving." An opportunity to comprehend a higher level of swordsmanship. Perhaps this is how you got your last sword?"

"Yes, it's the "Eight Horsemen Sword". I'm not talented enough. I only memorized two moves in three days. It took me more than a month of practice before I used it - I don't know if I used it correctly." Talking about the master's sect, Cheng Jianghong's gratitude was beyond words, and he sighed, "This is the only big sect in the world that can teach authentic martial arts through some hard work, especially if it allows its disciples to find their own way out after learning the martial arts. If they can achieve something in the future, they will definitely Do your best for the teacher."

The old man chuckled: "Your cultivation has hindered the way of swordsmanship."

Cheng Jianghong smiled bitterly: "Yes, that's why I want to buy the Climbing Pill so much."

The old man chuckled and threw the small porcelain bottle directly to him.

"Senior!" Cheng Jianghong didn't know what to say for a moment.

Pei Ye looked at the older brother, and he was very familiar with the words "cultivation hinders sword skills".

It is this commonality that makes him realize that he is not the most special one, and everyone has their own experiences and ideals.

He walked out of a remote place like Shao County, went to the cold mountains as a young man, joined a completely unfamiliar sect, worked hard and studied hard as the lowest level, and finally learned the true art.

And after being appreciated, he was still able to reject the bright future that had opened the door to him, resolutely returned to his hometown and started from the lowest level of martial arts, just because he aspired to become an official when he was young.

However, after 20 years of hard work, his body could not get enough medicine and food, and his cultivation would inevitably fall. Therefore, he inquired about Dengjie Dan early on and raised money to seek it in Zhoucheng.

How could such a determined and determined person not be worthy of a Climbing Pill?

"Dare to ask senior's name and where he came from?" Cheng Jianghong sorted out his emotions, clasped his fists and said, "I will definitely remember today's kindness."

The old man smiled and shook his head: "No name, no surname, meeting each other in the rivers and lakes, just happy to see the hunter."

Then he looked at Pei Ye and said, "Young hero, your sword is not bad, but the Eight Horse Sword is better."

Pei Ye quickly clasped his fists together: "The junior is convinced that he lost."

What happened tonight was very new to him, and it felt like the words were reflected in reality.When a world-traveling master and a sincere cultivator meet each other, the senior is willing to take a treasure pill to guide the younger generation without even leaving his name afterwards.

Although this adventure that the three of them met did not fall on him in the end, this feeling of truly making friends through martial arts made him very satisfied.

"Now that the Climbing Pill has been obtained, do you want to return to Shao County or continue to Zhoucheng?" The old man asked Cheng Jianghong again.

"We still have to go to Zhoucheng. We will leave early in the morning." Cheng Jianghong answered the old man.

"When?"

"almost."

"From Main Street south out of town?"

".Yes." Cheng Jianghong was a little confused.

"Then, see you later." The old man smiled at Cheng Jianghong and stopped going back to the inn. He turned around and walked towards the fields.

There are only three people left on the field.

Cheng Jianghong held the small porcelain bottle and hesitated for a while, then suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Let's divide this pill among the three of us."

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"This is just a competition, there is no talk of victory or defeat. Since the senior has given something, let's share it together." Cheng Jianghong said as he uncorked the bottle, and a brown pill lay quietly in it.

Pei Ye waved his hand immediately: "No need! There is no such reason, victory is victory, the rules are agreed at the beginning, Brother Cheng, you just accept it."

Zhang Junxue also shook her head and said concisely: "I don't want it."

Cheng Jianghong persuaded for a while, but the two refused. Finally, Pei Ye smiled and said: "Brother Cheng, take it. When the time comes for the martial arts competition, no one may be better than the other."

Cheng Jianghong naturally thought it was a joke and reluctantly took it back to his waist without eagerly taking it.

Of course, because the origin of this pill is unknown, they have to go back to the city to be appraised by people before taking it-after all, they can't question the authenticity of the pill in front of their seniors.

But in general, the old man's purpose in the whole process was to watch a competition and see who was the most powerful. There was nothing unusual about it.

After this conversation, the three of them got to know each other a lot. When they returned to the inn, Cheng Jianghong woke up the waiter and ordered two bottles of wine and several plates of cold cuts of meat. Zhang Junxue listened quietly, and Pei Ye, Cheng Jianghong and the two started chatting. .

The so-called overthrow remains the same, the two talked about the first half of their lives, their ambitions, and sword cultivation, and later they talked about Tianshan Mountain. Pei Ye inquired a lot about this sect.

"Little brother, do you want to worship in Tianshan? Your talent should be able to directly enter the inner gate."

"No, I have a friend who may be visiting Tianshan Mountain recently."

"Oh? Tianshan generally does not accept outsiders. Even if they want to visit relatives and friends, the disciples will go down the mountain to meet in the city."

"No, she is—forget it, I don't understand either, let's talk about something else."

"Row."

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As the night gradually faded, Cheng Jianghong used his true energy to relieve his drunkenness, stood up and said, "I have to leave first. See you in the city."

"Why don't you wait until tomorrow?"

Cheng Jianghong smiled and lifted his luggage: "I have an appointment with someone, and I have to arrive before tomorrow night. I will open a room for each of you, go up and have a good rest."

The two sent Cheng Jianghong to the door, watched the figure slowly go away, and then turned back to the inn.

Pei Ye carried her luggage on her back, watched Zhang Junxue tie the small cloth bag on her wrist, picked up the packages one by one in each hand, and then turned and went upstairs together.

"Miss Zhang, shall we go together tomorrow?" Pei Ye pushed open the door and asked
"it is good."

"When do you leave tomorrow?"

Zhang Junxue looked at his unknowingly dirty face and said, "Waiting for you to wake up."

"it is good!"
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When Pei Ye opened his eyes the next day, the sun was already bright enough to be dazzling.

After washing up, I went out and saw that Zhang Junxue had already sat downstairs and finished her meal.

Pei Ye trotted down and asked for some food, and then the two of them took their horses and set off together.

Pei Ye is a big bay horse, and Zhang Junxue is a yellow and white pony - exactly the kind that Feng Huai's groom advised Pei Ye to choose.

It was already noon when I went out, and it was not cool today. Qiuhu Ling Pei Ye started to feel thirsty after walking a mile.

Looking back, Zhang Junxue took out a juicy pear and was eating it.Sensing Pei Ye's gaze, she paused, and took out another one from the package: "Do you want to eat?"

Pei Ye nodded in embarrassment, and asked, "Did the inn sell pears just now?"

"I brought it from home."

"Oh." Pei Ye realized that this woman's family might be more thoughtful than Master Huang and Uncle Chang when packing their luggage.

Zhang Junxue handed the pear to Pei Ye, but did not take her hand back. She pointed at the black cat hesitantly: "Then, can I touch it?"

"Here," Pei Ye took the pear and glanced at the black cat, "Would you like it?"

The black cat glanced at him indifferently, then burrowed into the bundle.

".Sorry, it doesn't seem very happy."

"Hmm." Zhang Junxue mumbled.

Not long after walking, we arrived at the entrance of the town, only to see a clutter of people in the woods beside the road. Many people were gathered outside, and there were also people who looked like policemen coming in and out with frowns.

This scene somewhat touched Pei Ye's recent repressed memory. When the two of them passed by on the road, he glanced inside and said to himself: "What's going on? Is someone dead?"

As soon as he finished speaking, through the gap between the moving shadows of the trees, Pei Ye saw what seemed to be a corpse sitting softly under the tree.

Just then I heard a policeman running up to the man who looked like a head catcher and saying, "I took out a martial arts qualification document from my bag. The man is from Shao County, his name is Cheng Jiang Hong."

　Two chapters combined into one, [-] words, no need to be brief!
　　
　
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