Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 196 Two Notes
Without this letter, Luo Defeng, the head of the Seven Dragons, suddenly left the sect and went down the mountain to join forces, which would have been something to be wary of.

Because the power of the Seven Dragons in Bowang City was completely wiped out overnight, and even basic information such as who the enemy was and what their strength was, it was impossible to know for a while. As the last sea-fixing needle of the Seven Dragons, Luo Defeng really shouldn't act rashly.

What's more, the mountain gate is the foundation of the entire Qijiao. Even if Cuiyu takes the initiative, it will take years to weaken it, and Shang Huaitong is just the fruit of it. If he is killed, it will be a big loss to the Qijiao. But it was already a choice of the lesser of two evils.

Under such circumstances, Luo Defeng suddenly entered the city abnormally, and Tianshan Cuiyu had to consider whether there was something about the soul-stealing bead that this grandmaster had to deal with.

But now that this letter has arrived, this suspicion has been eliminated.It turns out that Shang Huaitong's life and death is really important - not only to Zhang Junxue and Pei Ye, but also to the overall situation of Qijiao's survival.

This short note was very brief and the tone was very modest. After it was announced by the state government, it was quickly circulated and copied by various parties. Within a day, many pairs of eyes had read it.

It is said:

Bowang Guiyamen,

I wish you all the best, wind and rain.

It has been twenty and one years since the institution was established.Every time I look at my Taoist life, I see the appearance of a crane and a bird. However, I look like a solitary bird. I am conscious of being out of line, sighing long and hard at night, and feeling unworthy of the country's trust.

However, under the light of the deep pool, dragons and phoenixes lurk.There are hundreds of cities and thousands of towns, but there are no people who are good at swordsmanship. The well reflects the ghost, and the jade is full of goodness and beauty.The only thing that matters is that the human eye is limited, the human ear is limited, and it is impossible to see the mushrooms or smell the orchids, so these two wishes are in vain.

Mr. Shangjun, named Huaitong, has an open temperament and excellent artistic principles. He was prosperous in the early years and excelled in the sword forest. Later he came to Fucheng and worked hard to make progress. However, the slightest difference made you regret returning to your hometown. It is a pity for our hospital. Lost good material.

Even though things are not beautiful, they also help me to remove a leaf that blinds my eyesight.Bowang Junzhou, Shaolongtoujiao, the grass is tall and luxuriant, and the Luhe River is clear and stable. It is a place with outstanding people and wisdom. I must be willing to get it and teach it, and never hide the beauty of it.

Also to Shang Jun: Now Qiu Kui is in front of you, and I wish you all the best. The appointment you made that day should be visible.

Tang Dynasty 33 Sword Master Dao Qihui·Shaolong Prefecture Sword Xiuyuan,

Salute.

Along with the note came a formal government document. The wording of this letter was much more serious, and it also changed the familiar command tone of the state government officials.

Combining the short note with this document, the state government informed the entire state of the incident.

That is to say, the journey leading to Shaolong Mansion in the spring of fashion made the sword repair academy in Fucheng notice this young hero, and by the way, they also became interested in Bowang, a remote small state.

Now it happened that a prison guard was passing by Bowang, so the Xiujian Academy simply handed over a Taoist student quota to this prison guard, which was equivalent to a simple Daoist student selection in Bowang.

Anyway, at least Shang Huaitong was just a little short last time, and this time he will almost certainly be able to reach the standard, and his trip will not be in vain.

The supervisor will arrive on September [-]nd, and the return trip will be around the [-]th. September [-]nd is when the Luzhou Poetry Conference is held; and on the [-]th, Wubi catches up with him.

There is just one name for each person, so there is almost no need to explain where this quota comes from.

A place in the Sword Mastery Academy!
There was a fierce discussion among the people at the time. This qualification was ten times and a hundred times more valuable than the qualification for the Shenjing martial arts examination. And because of the implicit mention in the letter, Qijiao, who was still at the top of his game, once again became famous.

And Cuiyu's question was answered - no wonder Luo Defeng would rather leave the mountain gate to stay with this treasured true legend.

The roots of the tall grass are endless, and the old trees sprout new shoots before they die. The roots of this big tree, Qijiao, are already rotting anyway, but this fruit exudes a dazzling light, and it contains a new and superior seed.
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September [-]nd.

Changdao Martial Arts School.

When we get up in the morning, the sky is clear blue, the trees are green and the tiles are black, and the morning light shines into the house through the window lattice.

Pei Ye sat aside and leaned on her elbows to watch, while the girl was dressing up in front of the mirror.

"Just click it like this." Li Mingqing opened her eyes and traced along her eyelids to the corners of her eyes. Then, with a slight stroke, a fine line was completed. When she lowered her eyelids, the line disappeared. The girl's eyebrows had a hint of vague greenness that was just right.

Pei Ye frowned tightly.

There was also a mirror in front of him, and inside were his eyes that looked like they were poisoned.

The girl traced her own, turned her head, looked at him and couldn't help laughing.

Pei Ye sighed: "I won't learn anymore."

"Hey~ don't." The girl still couldn't hold back her smile and tried to say gently, "Your control is very precise, but you just haven't figured out what's important and what's light yet."

Of course, the boy is already four years old, so how can he be inaccurate with a fine pen?It's just that he feels that this thing is a bit like painting, and it does require a bit of talent.

"You have just started, how about you use up your patience in practicing swordsmanship." The girl said, "Practice makes perfect. If you can do this makeup well, I can teach you how to disguise your eyes like this." ”

She knocked on the table. On the paper was a pattern of a pair of eyes, similar in size to Pei Ye, but obviously different.

"I don't have much patience when it comes to practicing swordsmanship." Pei Ye sighed, before looking at the mirror again with his pen.

Li Mingqing stood aside and guided carefully. It took seven or eight times before Pei Ye could barely draw this thin and subtle line.

"It's great, isn't it!" the girl encouraged, "Just try painting the other one yourself."

Pei Ye was very quick this time. He raised his pen and copied the drawing on the left eye, which was exactly the same.

Even the flaws and inclinations are perfectly contrasted, and the superb control is clearly demonstrated.

"." Li Mingqing was a little discouraged. It would be fine if this skill only depicts makeup, but disguise requires designing disguises on the spot according to different situations. This kind of rigid method is obviously not good. "I watched you practice sword fighting. It’s spiritual.”

"There is no time in your life, so don't force it." Pei Ye sighed, "I think I act brightly and openly, so I won't have much use for the skill of disguise."

"Then why did you disguise yourself before?" The girl rejected his request.

"That's because the person who disguised me is not bright and open. He can't defeat him and can only plan a sneak attack."

"Then if you can beat me, why do you still want to disguise yourself?"

"No, I can't beat you even if I'm disguised."

"Wipe it clean and do it again." Li Mingqing handed him a square towel, "This is a method that you will inevitably encounter when traveling in the world. If you don't seek perfection, you must at least understand something."

Pei Ye sighed.

The young man seems to have no tenacity when it comes to things that he has little interest in and is not necessary. But Li Yiqing knows that this is not the case. He has always been very patient. Besides, this is indeed useful knowledge and he really shouldn't think about it all the time. "Escape".

In fact, she discovered something was wrong with him early in the morning - when the young man who got up early in the morning was called over by her, he was obviously a little reluctant.

After being helplessly pinned down by her, the young man has been looking a little anxious.Obviously that day I said I wanted to learn.

"Are you anxious for something?" the girl pretended to be nonchalant.

The boy sighed deeply.

"It's okay, keep going." He frowned.

This "torture" didn't stop until noon. As the girl said, practice makes perfect. By this time, Pei Ye was able to naturally add some subtle things to his eyes.

"Look, right?" the girl said with satisfaction.

"It's okay." Pei Ye looked at the mirror and played with his eyes, regaining some interest.

But this class can only be taught here first, because in the afternoon, it is the time of the Luzhou Poetry Club.
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in the afternoon.

Bowang is no better than those big cities with many famous families. The dignitaries and celebrities in it can be arranged clearly and clearly. The common people who live there are already familiar with many carriages. As long as they see them appearing together on the street, they will know that they are There's something going on in the upper city again.

Today's scale is even more difficult to ignore, and people have already remembered this date - the Luzhou Poetry Club!

Bowang is the second largest martial arts event every year. Dignitaries from all over the city gather here after lunch, and everyone's face is filled with joy.

Different from ordinary gatherings, Luzhou can always stay overnight, and it is the middle of the night that is the most wonderful time.At that time, the moon was in the middle of the sky, the lake was soaked with stars, the wind was blowing through the reeds, and the egrets were standing quietly. People were sitting by the lake, or going out in small boats, chanting poems, drinking and talking, and it was very pleasant.

The large carriage that came out of Changdao Martial Arts Hall was one of them. It was painted in blue and decorated with green feathers. Its uniqueness was easy to recognize at a glance.

It's Cuiyu's chariot and horse.

Inside the drooping curtain of the carriage and horse, the girl was leaning against a small note, holding up a small note and reading. There was a line of ink words on the cover, which read: "Invitation letter·Luzhou Elegant Collection on September [-]nd·Yang Yangongzi Lao Qi".

"The long lake collects the waves, the tall herons moult, the moon is bright, and the ice pot is ready to drink. The weather is wet and the sheath is deep, and it is difficult to hide the sword for a long time. When the rain stops, the pen is moist, and the good sentences are suitable for elegant work. If you want to have a good meeting, please use flowers If you dare to tell me, I will lay out the mat and sweep the room to reward you."

Li Mingqing finished reading softly and handed the small note in his hand back to Yang Yan, but turned to Pei Ye: "You see, this is a unified format. Guests who are not recognized by layman Qi will receive this." pen and ink."

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The young man didn't seem to hear anything. He also frowned and held something in front of his eyes, but it was a medium-thin book.

The boy has been like this since he got in the car, and he hasn't said a word yet.

Li Mingqing didn't know when he became so eager to learn. When he talked about the Luzhou Poetry Club two days ago, he asked him if he wanted to read two books to prepare. The reply he received was still a light smile: "What do I have?" Is the book good to read? Isn’t this sword enough to stand in this poetry club?”

What the girl thought at that time was right. If the young man loses some people with his pen and ink, he will definitely win them back tenfold and a hundredfold with his sword.

But now, why are you suddenly studying hard with a book in hand?
This was by no means "fascinated" out of preference, or this "interest" was overshadowed by another more obvious emotion. It was the first time Li Mingqing saw the look on the young man's face - -nervous.

Li Mingqing looked around and recognized the title of the book on the cover from the fingers of the young man.

An introduction to the sword arts of the Six Dynasties.

Have not heard.

The girl turned around and called out again: "Pei Ye."

"Ah?" This time the young man came back to his senses, "Oh, you're talking about Lay Master Qi. Are all these invitations written by her herself?"

"Of course, all the invitations to the Luzhou Poetry Festival every year are handwritten by lay people. If you keep them, they will be worth some money in a few years." Li Mingqing said.

"I have to write one or two hundred copies. I didn't expect that we all received them." Pei Ye clasped the book on his knees, opened the small paper that had been handed to his hand for the first time, and looked back and forth, "What kind of invitation is this? of?"

"Wu's side is based on the Jinqiu reference list, but in the end it would be good if only half of them can go, and then there are some famous people in Wulin; Wen's side doesn't have a clear limit. Anyway, there are always seven people every year There are 80 people, about half familiar faces and half new faces." Li Mingqing said, returning to the topic just now, "With so many people, the lay people are familiar with each other, so even though every letter is handwritten, But for most guests, I can only copy it in the same tone, and only the special ones will be different."

Having said this, the girl raised the small note in her hand: "I am the layman who wrote this to 'Li Mingqing'."

"Oh? Really? What's different about the young master?" Pei Ye leaned over curiously, and Yang Yan couldn't help but poke her head.

"There are many differences. For example, do you have the eight characters 'Plundering flowers and stepping on branches, neck relaxed and feathers rising'?" The girl showed the note to them and smiled proudly, "It was written for me alone."

Pei Ye took a look - there were indeed more ink characters on this letter than Yang Yan's letter just now.

"Then" he frowned and leaned back to his seat, staring at the invitation in his hand, "mine seems to be a little different."

"How can yours be any different?" The girl rolled her eyes at him.

"Really, do you think what 'Yuan Cheng Jia Yu' means?"

The girl leaned over and said, "...it was written as 'I have received many benefits and am deeply grateful.'"

Then she raised her eyebrows and glanced at the young man: "Do you really have a font name from Jushi Qi?"

"Just tell me, we just know each other." Pei Ye still held the small note, frowning and trying to identify it.

"Oh, do you have a good relationship?"

Pei Ye was startled for a moment and put down the note: "It's okay, but... I haven't actually met him a few times."

"Principal Ozzie is not only talented and famous, but also a beautiful person."

Pei Ye nodded in agreement.

Yang Yan also wanted to speak, but she lacked decisiveness and could not get in her words. Zhang Junxue leaned against the window and looked outside silently. After doing this for less than two quarters of an hour, the road gradually became smoother and the outside became bustling. Pei Ye looked out. , have arrived at Bowang Garden.

It was really a crowded place. Pei Ye had already seen many faces during the alchemy singing party that day, and today there were many people dressed as scribes. Most of them were young people laughing and chatting in groups.

Being young is also one of the characteristics of this poetry gathering. After all, it is an elegant gathering connected with Qi Zhaohua. The identity and age of the talented woman determine that this gathering is more relaxed than serious, talks more about fun than studying, and its position is high. All the old gentlemen don't like to attend either.

Because of this, although it is cloaked in the guise of "literary", the influence of the Luzhou Poetry Society has not actually been in the academy, but in the field of public opinion.

Of course, this is also the reason why warriors are willing to participate - to seek fame.

But today, someone came with a reputation of being hot. I don’t know if after this poetry meeting, he will be burned into a blazing fire, or cold into ice.

(End of this chapter)