Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 129 Conflict
The old man tried one by one, giving some advice from time to time, and gradually came to Zhang Junxue.

After only three moves, the old man stepped away with a smile and waved his hand: "You don't have to try, the big knife scratching me is amazing. And your waist-cutting knife is perfect on its own. During the battle, you only need to focus on your own." The rhythm is good, but paying too much attention to the opponent's moves is not beautiful."

Next, he walked up to Pei Ye and said, "Young man, you look strange? What do you call him?"

"Pei Ye. I live in Fenghuai. I have been a swordsman all my life." Pei Ye cupped his fists and said.

"Well, a lifetime." The old man laughed, "To be honest, there is no need to spend this money for a lifetime. We only require three lifetimes to sign up. In fact, it is because the things we teach are most useful for those above three lifetimes."

"Thanks to the elders for taking care of me." Pei Ye smiled.

"Oh! You are with Bai Sibing."

As he spoke, the old man opened his posture and motioned for Pei Ye to draw his sword.

Pei Ye moved his wrist.

"To deal with Baizhu Pavilion, it's actually about 'quick' and 'wonderful'. As long as he can't see clearly, 'last come, first come' means sitting still and waiting for death." The old man continued, "That's why I say those who have been born for three years or below should learn these things. It’s not very useful, because no matter how fast you are, you can get there faster—”

He suddenly jumped up and raised the dagger in his hand, but it only cut through a piece of air.

The cold hair on his neck was slightly raised, and the silver-white sword blade had stopped politely three inches away.

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Not only the old man didn't expect it, but Pei Ye himself was also a little surprised - he still had a change of moves in his hand, waiting for the opponent to "come first".

"Ahem." The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "My little brother is so handsome - how long have you been practicing swordsmanship?"

"Eight years."

"Eight years can be considered a good talent." The old man said, "You don't have to experience it anymore. The skill in this sword is enough to deal with the disciples of Baizhu Pavilion of the same level."

"What about high-level ones?" Pei Ye asked carefully.

"High-level ones naturally have high-level martial arts. Then it depends on what level of swordsmanship you have." The old man smiled, "We can only talk about some of their basic methods here."

"Oh."

"Practice hard." The old man patted his shoulder, then turned and left.

This made Pei Ye stunned for a moment - he remembered that there was another student behind him.

Thinking in his mind, he turned around to look.

At first glance, most of the field of vision was empty, but at second glance, I moved down and saw him - a short, fat man sitting on the ground, leaning on the stone barbell and squinting contentedly.

Amidst the sweat and panting throughout the martial arts arena, he seemed to be watching a show.

Seeing Pei Ye lowering his head and looking over, his squinted eyes immediately opened - although they were still very small - and then he twisted his butt and moved back a few steps.

"Did I block you? Sorry, sorry."

"No." Pei Ye looked down at him, "Why don't you train?"

"Ah?" The little fat man looked at him in bewilderment, "Practice yours, and don't care what I do."

"Curious, you don't want to practice, why pay for it?" Pei Ye held two stone locks in his hands.

"My father signed it up for me."

".profound."

"Practice over and over again, can you become the best in the world? In the end, all your cultivation is just a handful of loess, and such beautiful autumn days are gone forever." The little fat man squinted his eyes again and leaned on the barbell On the ground, he slowly stretched out his hand to the sky, "There are only one hundred and eighty autumns in a person's life, and you have already missed one."

Pei Ye raised the stone lock twice: "But with high cultivation, you can live dozens of more autumns."

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"And those who are greedy for pleasure and indulgence tend to die early."

"You go ahead and practice yours."

Pei Ye turned back and continued to exercise his muscles.

In fact, he had not seen this kind of fiery and intensive training for a long time. He remembered that he was always the last one to stop and was still not finished. Now he felt a little tired, but no one on the battlefield was exhausted.

The hard work of Zhang Junxue next to him particularly made him pay attention. This woman's training intensity was almost twice as intense as his. Now she was hot and out of breath, like a female tiger.Pei Ye thought that she was only in high intensity for a while and would slow down soon, but she didn't expect that she didn't feel any relief now.

It's hard to say that she's lifting her body up, but more like she's sparing no effort to squeeze it.

Pei Ye frowned. The intensity of the training should match the Genuine Qi. If it goes on for a long time, it will inevitably cause damage to the body.

Pei Ye reminded her, and the woman turned her head. This time her voice was finally not muffled, and her heavy snort was a bit like that of her bay red horse after exhaustion: "It's okay. I, it's just half a month. "

Finally, an hour passed. Everyone sat on the ground and panted for a while. When they stood up, the ground was covered with wet marks.

When it came to the sparring session, Pei Ye and Zhang Junxue were in a group.

In fact, Pei Ye felt that he was not suitable for sparring with this woman. The two of them could only fight for real - Pei Ye would not be able to withstand her powerful and heavy knife, but she might not be able to evade Pei Ye's tricky tricks every time. sword.

Therefore, the outcome will be decided within ten moves.

If they want to compete with each other, Pei Ye himself will have no influence, but Zhang Junxue will have to put away a considerable part of his strength. The fight will definitely not be pleasant, and it will be equivalent to giving Pei Ye a sparring partner.

But when Pei Ye suggested that she find someone else, she shook her head: "I want to fight with your sword."

"My sword?"

"I want to experience how a swordsman of your level uses a sword."

So the two started sparring. During this process, Zhang Junxue really stared at Pei Ye's sword path very seriously, and fought with Pei Ye in an overly respectful and vigilant way.

Pei Ye couldn't help but remind him several times: "You don't have to be so careful here. You are strong enough. You can deflect my sword with just one strike."

Zhang Junxue just shook her head. She even put away some of her energy again, putting herself in a situation where her speed and strength were inferior to Pei Ye's.

In this way, Pei Ye naturally won many times, but each time Zhang Junxue was able to correct the mistakes of the last time and start over again. Gradually, Pei Ye actually felt a kind of resilience and danger from her.

Pei Ye looked at Zhang Junxue, and the woman stared at his sword with serious and determined eyes.Pei Ye seemed to understand—it's not that she likes to put away her strength and be beaten, it's just that she has another opponent in her heart.

She put herself in this situation because she was as helpless as she was in front of that opponent.

Pei Ye held up his sword and went back.

When the two of them took a break from sparring, a tall figure walked over and stood tall beside the two of them. He cupped his fists and said gruffly: "Excuse me, can I practice with Zhang Junxue?"

Pei Ye turned his head and looked stunned.Then he immediately caught the source of this familiar feeling - the man in front of him had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a tough and sincere face, and a long knife in his hand. Could it be that he was Chang Yue, the man in the painting at the entrance of the Ding Yun Commercial Grain and Oil Shop?
In fact, this figure did not just come here.

Not long after the sparring started, he came to the side and practiced sword skills by himself, as if there was no one to practice with.

"Oh, okay." Pei Ye glanced at Zhang Junxue and saw that she had no objection, so she stood up and moved away.

Go sit next to the little fat man.

"Yesterday when she first came here, Chang Yue had a fight with her. I wanted to continue today, but you cut off my beard." The little fat man still lay with his eyes narrowed and his head turned away.Pei Ye was surprised: "Zhang Junxue came three days late. Didn't Brother Chang have a partner before?"

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"Oh! It's you!"

The little fat man sighed: "So what if it's me? I'm a waste of three lives. I have only a few cultivation bases and my martial arts are weak. It's better to practice on my own than to fight with me."

"My name is Pei Ye, what's your name?"

"My name is Zhang Dingyun."

"Ding Yun? You and the Ding Yun Company—"

"My dad drives it."

"Row."

After chatting for a while, Pei Ye had rested enough, so he picked up his sword and stood up, leaving Zhang Dingyun to continue enjoying the autumn day while he went to practice his sword skills.

It is the first move of Cicada, [Breaking Ground].

Pei Ye has already disassembled this move thoroughly. It is a clean move, with three stays and seven moves, more probing than attacking, just like a cicada crawling up from the ground after a rain, most of its body is still buried in the hole middle.

There are three flaws in this move, but it's best not to expose them before mastering the bird part.

And if it is not used as the hook of the Que Sword and is only used as an independent sword, this sword is probably a little stronger than the Fuliu Sword. The sense of suddenness and the possession of advance and retreat are worthy of consideration, but more of them are the following. Six Swords foreshadowing.

After understanding this move thoroughly and then learning the sword move, it is indeed more effective with half the effort. Pei Ye's insights from the past few days and his current practice are constantly corroborating each other. Gradually, knowledge and action become one, and Zhuo Jing's body is constantly adjusting his sword path. , each sword is more beautiful than the last one.

It only took Pei Ye two quarters of an hour to learn this move.

It was not rough and forced like [Flying Bronze Shadow], but it was accurately and accurately integrated into the memory of his body. To improve in the future, one can only rely on proficiency and perception.

After Pei Ye learned this move, he waited for a while, and the two-hour sparring was over.

At lunch time, the martial arts hall brought out the food again. Zhang Dingyun took Chang Yue out of the martial arts hall to eat. He originally invited Pei and Zhang to come with him, but the two naturally refused to eat at will and stayed in the martial arts hall to eat.

Still squatting in the corner, Pei Ye picked up his rice and asked the woman next to him: "Do you know what the process of the afternoon competition is like? Who is competing with whom? Do we have to compete in a circle?"

The whole morning's exercise was quite fulfilling. Pei Ye hadn't felt like he could fully move his muscles and bones for some days, and now he was a little eager to try.

Zhang Junxue picked up a bowl sullenly - she not only ate more than Pei Ye in one bite, but also swallowed faster, which was a comprehensive crush from mouth to throat to stomach.

After swallowing, she spoke for a long time: "The martial arts school should have already held a big competition when the class started. The small competitions at the back will be based on this result. The ones behind will fight the ones in front. If they win, they will pay back." I can keep going up."

"Oh."

In this way, the others should have been ranked, except for the two newcomers Pei Ye and Zhang Junxue who have not yet been included in the ranking.

"Then ginseng pill is a medicine to assist spiritual practice?"

"Ah."

"You seem to know this place very well. Did you come here last time?"

"No, it is." Zhang Junxue stopped eating, looked down at the bowl and was silent for a while.

"A sister came to the house."

Pei Ye noticed her emotions and was hesitant to ask in detail when the light in front of her was blocked by a shadow. Pei Ye raised his head and saw the slender-eyed young man standing in front of him in the morning.

"Boy, where did you come from?" The young man looked at him.

Pei Ye said nothing.

The slender-eyed young man clenched his teeth, turned his head and glanced at the horizon. When he turned around, he cupped his fists and said, "What happened this morning was my fault. I just want to ask you if you belong to Xu Gu?"

Pei Ye smiled, lowered his head and went to eat.

This attitude irritated him a little. The young man pointed his hand at Zhang Junxue and said in a low voice: "Boy, I'm just telling you openly. If you have nothing to do with Xu Gu, you'd better stay away from her. Don't suffer in vain." This crime."

"none of your business."

"Hahaha, okay, okay, okay." The young man grinned and showed his white teeth.

"So tough! Such a hero! I said, you don't want to climb the high branches of their Zhang family, do you?" He leaned down, "Can you be tough against a pig?"

Pei Ye stopped using his chopsticks, put down the bowl, and stood up.

"Hey, why, you still want to-"

The voice behind was choked into a muffled drum in his throat.

The punch was like a stone lock, hitting him hard and hard on the bridge of his nose.

The head looked like it had been hit head-on by a battering ram. The young man's internal energy was already filling his body like a stress, but his mind fell into a brief daze under such a vicious blow.

The limbs are still trying to punch and block based on instinct, but the body is already falling backwards.

Pei Ye grabbed his collar and pulled it back, raised her knee and pressed against his lower abdomen with all her strength.

His body suddenly turned into a cooked shrimp, and his mind came to his senses slightly under the rapid impact of pain, but he had no chance to make the next instruction. In just a moment, an equally heavy punch hit him from the side. took his head off.

Amid the shock and severe pain, he felt dizzy, and then there was a loud "thud". Only when a dull pain came to the back of his head did he realize that it was the sound of his head hitting the ground.

Then his neck was strangled by a strong hand.

The successive heavy blows did not come again. When he slowly woke up, he found that he was breathing heavily, his mind was buzzing, and the internal organs in his abdomen were churning like they were being displaced, making him nauseous.

Then he felt a hand touch his waist and pull out something.

His heart sank—it was his own dagger.

Just as he was about to struggle, his hands were pinned to the ground and stepped on.

In the confusion of Venus, a young man leaned down to look at him and whispered: "Let me see how hard you are."

There was a "choke".

His heart was clenched violently, and he yelled: "Don't!!"

He kicked his legs vigorously, but could not block the trajectory of the dagger at all. It was like a poisonous snake biting into his crotch. The young man screamed and bounced hysterically, but coldness and severe pain were felt at the same time.

Pei Ye got up and left in disgust.

The young man gasped for a while on the ground with a pale face, and then realized that the severe pain came from his thigh. He stretched out his hand to wipe it away, but his pants were already soaked.

It was some blood, and a lot of incontinent fluid.

Pei Ye threw the dagger into his face: "You like to talk about other people's private parts so much, I thought you had several."

(End of this chapter)