Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 125
After leaving the yamen, he carried his two swords and took the horse rein from Zhang Junxue.

"Are you ready?" Zhang Junxue asked proactively.

"All right."

Pei Ye nodded, and the two of them continued walking forward.

This time I went to Changdao Martial Arts Hall.

After walking along the street for a long time, there were many shops with names he had never heard of, as well as various buildings that made Pei Ye dizzy. Until the consecutive houses on the street were suddenly interrupted, and the view ahead suddenly widened, and it turned out that he had arrived at a huge square.

This time Zhang Junxue's pace slowed down, and her eyes were fixed on a certain place in the square. It was not until she passed the entire square that she whispered: "This is where Wubi is."

"Well."

After walking for a while, I turned into a branch road. When I reached the end, I turned around and looked up. The four characters "Changdao Martial Arts School" were hung above my head.

Under the plaque, the majestic gate was painted as new and wide enough for carriages and horses. The two stone lions were larger than those at the gate of Fenghuai County Yamen. Pei Ye clicked his tongue twice. He recognized this scene. The "martial arts hall" in "Martial Arts School" is almost two different things.

Zhang Junxue went up to pull up the animal ring and buckled it. After a while, a man pretending to be a man opened the door from the inside.

Zhang Junxue explained the reason and handed over a certificate.

The man took a look, said "oh" and said, "Xu Gu Zhang Junxue, right? He's three days late. It's okay. I have a seat for you."

Then Pei Ye took a step forward and handed him the recommendation note from Chang Zhiyuan.

The man also took a look, but frowned slightly: "Bai Sibing's recommendation. It's not a problem, just follow along. It's just that you count it as an extra. There is no room in our house, so you have to be nearby Find a place to live."

"Okay, is there still training today?"

"Don't be busy today, you should find a place to stay first, and come back to train together tomorrow morning." The man dressed up said, telling Pei Ye the time of day every morning and evening.

"Little brother is from Fenghuai?" The man glanced at the recommendation letter, "I'm tired from the journey, I can take a rest today and go shopping. There are still many interesting places in Zhoucheng. Martial arts training also requires work and rest. Combination, just come tomorrow morning with the best condition - how can there be an inn? Walk along the street, there are many."

So Pei Ye bid farewell to Zhang Junxue first, led the horse and left the martial arts hall, and went to the street to look for it.

At this time, the sun's brightest time has passed, and the sky is about to become dusk. Pei Ye leads his horse and packs a bag and walks on a strange street. Looking at the strange people coming and going in front of him, he is really confused.

But soon he chose a direction and walked along the street.

That man was right, even if he just wandered along the street like this, there were many novelty places to see for Pei Ye.

Wider streets, more regular roof tiles, long queues of horses and horses, people in various costumes coming and going, and unseen food peddling along the street. It tasted really hot and fragrant.

As I walked further, the right side of the street suddenly no longer contained neighboring houses, but turned into a continuous courtyard wall. Along the wall, there was a door eight or nine feet away, and some young people in Confucian uniforms opened. Men and women were talking and laughing as they went in and out.

When Pei Ye approached, he looked up and saw a plaque hanging on the door. He didn't recognize the first word, but the last three were "Fang Academy".

A place where people are taught to read.

He looked at these scholars in black crowns and white shirts, and some of them also cast curious glances at him in rough clothes.

There was a scholar standing at the door with a small table and a wooden frame. There was a piece of paper covered with writing on the frame. Pei Ye recognized it and found that the first five characters were "Yinfeng Pavilion Poetry Club".

"Farewell summer and welcome autumn, practice swordsmanship and ink. The Golden Autumn Martial Arts Competition is coming, and we have occupied the Wind Yin Pavilion. If any of my classmates are interested, please come and compare poems together tomorrow evening."

Pei Ye then saw someone stop in front of the scholar, bowed their hands to each other, and then asked: "Classmate Fang, is this poetry meeting themed as a martial arts competition?"

"That's right, it's always like the lotus moon and willow wind. It's unavoidably annoying. It just so happens that the martial arts competition is about to start. Our poetry meeting this time focuses on the hardness of gold and iron."

"Hmm!" The visitor gave a light slap with interest, "Comrade Fang, there is something I don't understand. The martial arts competition has not started yet, and the warriors have not arrived yet. How can we draw materials?"

The scholar smiled: "There are always warriors who arrive. We have already got the pre-list for this martial arts competition. Let's take this list to the inn and other places to ask the warriors to leave their names. After that, we will choose one person and write a poem about the name. Competence is a competition, the person who gets the most votes, we will recommend him to participate in the Luzhou Poetry Fair. When the martial arts competition is held, we will watch each poem by name, and whose "person in the poem" ranks higher , it’s another comparison.”

"Well, this game is interesting." The man's eyes lit up, and he turned to greet his friends.

The young Confucian scholars came and went, joking and chatting with each other, Pei Ye unconsciously stood still and watched for a long time, finally hooked the corners of his lips, and when he was about to leave, he heard the scholar call: "Young man, this young man Hero!"

Pei Ye looked back in surprise.

The scholar took a step to the left and moved out of the stand, clasped his hands and bowed in a salute, straightened up and looked at Pei Ye who was leading the horse pack and asked tentatively: "Dare to ask, is the young hero here to participate in the Golden Autumn Martial Arts Competition?"

Pei Ye cupped his hands and said, "Yes."

The scholar's eyes widened immediately: "What a coincidence! Dare to ask the young hero's name?"

"My name is Pei Ye."

"Pei Ye." The scholar thought for a while, but he didn't seem to have any impression of the name, so he took out a piece of paper with the name written on it from his pocket, and pointed to look for it.

My eyes traveled all the way to the bottom, and the four words "Feng Huai Pei Ye" appeared.

Fenghuai Shizi's face paused for a moment, but he quickly waved his hand and smiled: "No problem! Young hero, are you willing to leave your name on our poetry meeting paper? Then we will write poems for young hero if you really don't have any. When people compose poems and compete in martial arts, we will also cheer for the young heroes."

After speaking, spread out a piece of hard paper on the table, dipped a pen in ink and handed it to Pei Ye.

Pei Ye walked over and hesitated for a moment: "Do you want to write it yourself?"

"Naturally! The young man left his handwriting for us, and we will give it back to the young man after we finish the poem. This is the friendship between Tao Li Qiongyao. If we choose random people to write poems, it will be too self-indulgent—oh, young man No way." The scholar patted his head annoyedly, "I'm sorry, then, I will autograph the young hero, and the young hero can leave a fingerprint."

"It's okay, I can." Pei Ye picked up the pen. His name was the two words he wrote best, and he wrote it on the paper one stroke at a time. Although it was still clumsy, it was still clear.

The scholar picked up the piece of paper and blew ink lightly, happily said: "The young man is our first martial artist to participate in the meeting. I wish the young man good luck in the next two days!"

Pei Ye smiled. This kind of ceremony was a bit new to him. He cupped his hands and asked, "What's your name, brother?"

"Oh! I'm sorry, sorry." The scholar slapped his forehead again, held down his crown and hat, and said with his face in front of his hands, "I'll continue below, I'm a native of Bowang, I wasted twenty and one years old, I met you for the first time, and I look forward to the future. More Chengzhen teaching."

Pei Ye also raised his hand, opened his mouth and remained silent for a while before saying, "Hello."
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He left Fang Jidao and walked forward. As he walked, he found that the clothes of pedestrians gradually became more and more sophisticated. There was less kudzu and more silk and satin. The colors were no longer just gray, white and brown, but became brighter, and the tailoring became more sophisticated. All kinds of novel and beautiful styles that Pei Ye has never seen before.

The houses along the street are becoming larger and more unique, and there are beautiful single-family courtyards from time to time, and even the stone road under the feet seems to be smoother.

Going forward, the houses on both sides began to turn into various shops. Pei Ye looked at it, and suddenly saw a shop carrying out a portrait and pasting it in front of the door.

He looked curiously and saw a full-length portrait of a man standing upright with a knife.

The person in the painting has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a firm face, and is wearing a well-tailored military uniform. On the front of the military uniform, there are four big characters "Ding Yun Company".

Pei Ye looked up and saw that this was a grain and oil shop, with the same four words written vertically on the right side of the plaque.

Looking back at the portrait, there are a few bold scripts next to it, "On the seventh day of September, let's see how the luck of the trip often defeats the enemy."

"." Pei Ye looked away and continued walking forward.

Then the number of small shops also decreased, and buildings began to appear one after another, and seven buildings were seen on the fourth and fifth floors.Some are restaurants, some are teahouses, some are built near the lake and open on all sides, some are very elegant and useless, and some are built in small gardens, which seem to be privately owned.

Pei Ye's footsteps became slower and slower, and he began to realize a problem in a simple way—there might indeed be an inn in front of him, but it seemed that he could not afford to live in it.

Just as he was about to turn his head and return, before his footsteps stopped, a tall cornice appeared in the sky behind the building next door.This caught Pei Ye's attention, and he walked to the middle of the street to free his vision, then opened his eyes, stopped in his footsteps, and raised his head slightly.

——Five, six, seven, eighty nine-story buildings!

Pei Ye raised his head and walked over. This building was not adjacent to any building. It had its own huge courtyard, with several two- and three-story buildings and pavilions scattered throughout the courtyard.

At this time, the sky was just getting dark, and the entire building and the courtyard were already lit up with lights, which were decorated on the bracketed eaves and glazed green tiles, making it look majestic and elegant.

The north of the building is a huge garden, and the south of the building is the Yueyue Lake in the city, standing against the wind, playing clouds and fishing for the moon.

It was the first time that Pei Ye saw such a large and beautiful building connected in one piece. He stood there holding his breath under this piece of pavilions, and finally murmured: "It's so tall."

He looked away and saw people coming in and out at the courtyard gate. Pei Ye keenly caught their horses and packages.

Is this also an inn?
What kind of scenery will you see when you climb up such a tall building?
There was some impulse in Pei Ye's heart, so he took the horse and walked slowly towards the tall courtyard gate.

There was a straight man in green clothes standing at the door, Pei Ye stood on the street and raised his eyes for a while, then stepped forward and cupped his fists and asked the man in green clothes, "Brother, may I ask what is this place?"

The man took a step forward, smiled and bowed his hands and said: "This is Bowang Garden, do you want to have a meal or rest?"

Pei Ye was stunned for a while, until the man tried to reach out to take the rein in his hand, and then he realized that the man whose clothes were several times more expensive than himself turned out to be Xiao Er.

His hand holding the rein subconsciously avoided: "How much does it cost to stay here for one night?"

The man glanced at it, and kindly quoted the lowest price: "One tael of silver, my lord."

"." Pei Ye looked up at the highest floor, feeling that it was not unacceptable.

I still have 13 taels of silver!

You can borrow money when you run out of money, and there are not many opportunities to climb nine-story buildings.

"I live with you, can I go up this building?" Pei Ye pointed.

"The Xifeng Building in the northeast corner is the place to sleep, and the Zhuyue Tower is the place for elegant banquets." The man in Tsing Yi pointed to the pavilion in the courtyard and explained, "But after staying here, you can also go to the Zhuyue Tower for viewing, but Stop at the fifth floor."

"Fifth floor?"

"Yes, my lord. Therefore, when I was the governor of Honshu, I climbed up to the ninth floor and wrote the word "Bowang" for my calligraphy. Since then, every governor who has served as the governor will first go to the ninth floor to read and leave books. The floors are not open at will. The seventh and eighth floors are only for banquets - these two days are the banquet halls of Mr. Shang Huaitong. The sixth floor can be used, but today there is another literary meeting. So unfortunately we can only reach the fifth floor."

"Oh." Pei Ye was a little disappointed. He didn't think so much about the fifth floor.He thanked her with clasped fists and turned around to leave.

At this moment, a group of people wearing brocade robes and jade belts came laughing and chatting. They were dressed in Confucian and military uniforms, small skirts and light shirts. The men looked like pine breeze and the women looked like colorful orioles.

The leader was tall and thin, dressed in a black brocade robe, and when he approached, he threw the whip in his hand, and the man in green clothes in front of Pei Ye immediately bowed and caught it with both hands, and then he strode forward with aloof expression and eyes Stepping into the courtyard gate, the cloak flying in the wind is like spreading wings.

The voices of those following behind also passed in front of Pei Ye, and Pei Ye heard one of them clearly laughing and shouting: "Let's just go to the eighth floor today. In twenty days, Senior Brother Shang will naturally go to the next level!"

As soon as he said this, Pei Ye saw several passers-by around him also paused and looked at him.

"Oh? Was that Shang Huaitong just now?" Pei Ye listened to the conversation between the two people next to him.

"It's a good idea."

"I heard people say that no one seems to be his opponent in this martial arts competition. Is it true?"

"It's true, don't you know this Mr. Shang?"

"I only know that he is the true successor of the Cave Master of Qijiao Cave."

"Exactly. You think, with this background, and his cultivation base is the top among the five lives, wouldn't he be the first choice in the past?"

"Right."

"But people say that these two are just 'equal to Kui', and this Mr. Shang is actually 'higher than Kui'."

"Oh? Why is it so high?"

"First of all, there are rumors that he has actually entered the realm of six lives."

"Hmm! Over the years, there have been six contestants, and there has always been a time when they won the championship, right?"

"That's right. But there are three leaders a year. Why do you think this Mr. Shang is so famous?"

“Isn’t this because of the momentum in recent years?”

"That's all. Think about it, did Master Chun Bishang not participate this year?"

". It seems that based on his strength, Chunbi should be able to secure a spot."

"It is said that he got the recommendation of the Kongtong Sect and went to the Sword Cultivation Academy in Shaolong Mansion."

"—!"

"It is said that he almost passed in the end, and he has improved his swordsmanship in the past six months since he came back. If he goes again after this martial arts competition, he must be sure."

"So that's how it is. This is really a step out of Bowang Xiaozhou. In the future, the vision will be in the entire Tang Dynasty."

"And after this, Qijiao Cave is really important."

"Hahaha, stop talking."

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with it. We, Bowang, can also hope to create a big faction!"

Pei Ye stood aside and listened for a long time, and when he got here, he was really aroused by the word "Xiujianyuan", and finally couldn't help but cupped his hands and asked: "You two brothers, dare to ask what is 'Xiujianyuan'? "

The two of them turned their gazes to him with some surprise, and one of them said: "The Sword Xiuyuan is a place built by the imperial court specifically for Dao Qihui. It assists Dao Qihui in conducting assessments, training, liaisons and other tasks."

"What?" Pei Ye was even more confused.

The two of them looked at each other, and one of them smiled and said: "Dao Qihui, the sword master of the Tang Dynasty 33. I see that the little brother is also carrying a sword, but haven't you heard about it?"

"Um, I'm here from Fenghuai."

"Oh!"

(End of this chapter)