Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 200 Flying Heron (6000 words, additional updates for alliance leader Fang Haotian)
As the zhenqi entered, the small sword lost its buoyancy. Pei Ye put it on his lap and untied the small roll of paper.

Pei Ye was stunned because he didn't expect it to appear at this time, but it wasn't that he didn't expect its arrival.

This is a question he just sent yesterday.

Lu Yunsheng wanted this bead before because he wanted to take the matter of Huansi Tower into the hands of Tianshan. Pei Ye had no intention of competing for it, but he had some necessary vigilance towards Tianshan, a strange behemoth.

However, if asked what he knew about Tianshan, he couldn't even tell you ten sentences. Even if there was really a conspiracy in Tianshan, he couldn't guess it, let alone check it out. So he asked Lu Yunsheng to wait a moment while he wanted to ask more questions. Make a decision.

The person to ask was naturally Ming Qitian.

After reading the woman's first reply yesterday, Pei Ye used the small sword in his hand to write another letter, explaining in detail what happened in the past two days, and finally asked the woman whether Tianshan could be trusted.

Firstly, Miss Ming has a broad vision and knows a lot; secondly, she is currently in Tianshan, so she can pay a little attention to Tianshan's attitude on this matter and can always give herself some suggestions.

Of course, I don't expect a clear answer. After all, the woman only learned about the matter from the letter and didn't understand all parties.

This is why Pei Ye was surprised that this reply came so quickly - if Miss Ming wants to reply to her question, she always needs to understand and inquire about it, and it takes a day or two to get it right.

Now it’s as fast as picking up the pen and returning immediately after receiving it.

It's not like I just wrote "I don't know".

It's not easy for a small sword to fly in a circle, but you can't be so irresponsible. Pei Ye unwrapped the paper and spread it out flat. There was a line of woman's handwriting on it.

Sure enough, it was only a very short sentence.

"The beads you mentioned can be given to the Tianshan disciple. I have asked their sect."

Well.

Pei Ye was stunned for a while and touched his hair.

Row.

There is no problem. If Tianshan really has some conspiracy, if the next generation Sword Lord of Yunlang Mountain comes to ask in person, he will indeed explain everything immediately.

It was probably a conversation like this - "Neighbor, why did you put a clip here?" "It's causing a rat." "Let's put it away first. There are dolls at home these days, and they like to run around." "Hey! Good morning! He said, I will remove the rat poison immediately!"

Otherwise, what should we do if we really hurt the children of Yunlangshan by beating a mouse?
Although Pei Ye's thoughts were random and strange, they were actually quite different from the actual situation.

When Ming Qitian received the letter, he was holding scrolls and discussing swords with several seniors in the Qunyu Pavilion. After reading the letter, he temporarily left the table to visit the leader, told the letter and the reason one by one, and asked Tianshan about this matter. The plan behind the matter.

However, after hearing this, the leader had no idea what this was about, and only promised that no matter what Tianshan planned here, it should be stopped or let go, and it would never harm the harmony between the two families.

Then he called Ye Zhanhan, but he also looked confused. It wasn't until he called Chu Xiao that the whole matter became clear.

According to Chu Chizhu, Tianshan is only passively investigating a case and has not actively planned anything for the time being. The only plan is to see if it can use its strength to establish a foothold in Shaolong Road.

As for the young man mentioned by Sword Master Ming, this was the first time that Tianshan heard his name.If it is true as stated in the letter, then there is no doubt that they are friends of the same front in Tianshan. There is absolutely no deception, and there is no possibility of any harm.

So Ming Qitian thanked her on the spot and wrote back this sentence.

Pei Ye read it again, and after checking that there were no more unnecessary words, he carefully folded it and put it back in the bag.

Then he picked up the small sword from his knees, raised his head, and all the silent faces looked at him, then he smiled: "It's a small magic weapon for sending messages - just in time, now there is a finger sword that can be used. "

The quiet atmosphere actually began to dissipate after a while. Everyone seemed to have a lot to say, but no one could open their mouths completely. In the end, Shen Yao moved forward and handed over the hand with the sword.

"Young Master Pei."

Pei Ye quickly picked up and started fighting with the woman.

"What is this letter for?" Li Mingqing asked from the side.

"I was not sure about the Soul Seizing Pearl, so I asked a knowledgeable friend." Pei Ye said, "This is the reply. She said there is no problem and can be handed over to Mr. Lu."

"Oh, your friend." The girl held her chin, not knowing where to start.

She originally wanted to ask "Are they good friends?", but the "precious and important" way the young man carefully stored the letter just now lacked the casualness between friends.

So Li Suiqing hesitated for a while and stopped asking, because she suddenly felt that a strange mountain was opening up to her from the young man.

From the beginning of Killing Seven Lives, to the esoteric sword theory book, to the sudden flying little sword and the unheard friend in the letter. Together, they formed a curtain on the young man that she had never been exposed to.This is not something that can be clarified in a few words, nor can a young man tell her to make up for this strange period.

But Pei Ye was still fighting with Shen Yao with one hand, while the other hand reached into the bag and took out the paper, obviously noticing that she was hesitant to speak.

"Here." He smiled and handed it to her, "Let me show it to you. This friend of mine is very powerful."

"Ah?" The girl smiled in surprise, took it, lowered her head and unfolded it.

A line of very clear ink characters.

She hadn't yet identified the content, but the handwriting itself made her slightly startled.

Of course it is very beautiful. Just now, I saw the most beautiful words in that "Introduction" so far, and now, this line of words beats those annotations.

But it’s hard to define it with just words like good-looking and beautiful. The most appropriate word should be “clear.”

It is not only the look and feel brought by good pen, paper and ink, nor is it just the horizontal and vertical strokes of the words, in fact it has many connections. It can be imagined that the owner did not write it in a serious environment. .This is actually more like a casual note than a letter.

But it just gives you an intuitive sense of clarity, from which you can analyze many feelings - clarity, neatness, strength, calmness, and calmness.
If it is said that words are like people, Li Mingqing glanced at it and the content on the paper came into view.

Very concise and to the point.

"The beads you mentioned can be given to the Tianshan disciple. I have asked their sect."

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Li Mingqing unconsciously turned her head and glanced at Pei Ye. The young man randomly picked a flaw and hit Shen Yao's wrist.

Then she turned back and read the sentence again.

"The beads you mentioned can be given to the Tianshan disciple. I have asked their sect."

If this "they" does not refer to Tianshan, who else could it refer to?
She made the same action as the boy just now - she turned over the paper, but there was really no more words.

She poked Pei Ye, who was being polite to Shen Yao, pointed to the words on the paper and said, "Who is in charge?"

"Tianshan."

Oh, Tianshan.

Li Pingqing frowned and looked at Pei Ye, and Pei Ye also looked at her.

"Your friend is indeed very powerful." After a moment of silence, Li Mingqing handed the letter back to him, clasping his hands unconsciously, "Who is he - can you tell me?"

Pei Ye smiled: "She——"

Suddenly he looked at the girl, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "Let's not talk about it now. She will come to Bowang in about ten days. I will introduce you to her then."

"Oh, okay." Li Mingqing gave him a strange look.

Then Pei Ye's eyes fell on the girl's waist: "Can't I find that one?"

"Oh, yes." Li Mingqing lowered his head and held up the small wooden sword hanging on his waist. "That mechanism can only be activated once. After use, it can only be dismantled and reinstalled, and a part of it must be melted. In fact, it is better to cast a new one. ”

Pei Ye remembered the way she clutched the empty shell when she got off the carriage that day.For a long time, the little sword should have been the girl's sustenance and support. Even though it was now helplessly damaged, what Pei Ye saw in the past two days was that the girl still subconsciously touched her waist from time to time.

Pei Ye nodded and said softly: "When the time comes, I will give you a gift."

The girl frowned: "When?"

"Yeah, ten days."

"Okay." The girl smiled, "What can you give me?"

"Asking so clearly."

"I know even if you don't tell me, point to the sword, right?" Li Mingqing said with a smile, "How can anyone say that they want to give a gift right after asking?"

".Do you want it?"

"Yes!"

Pei Ye chuckled.

After chatting here, the disciples haven't started the second round yet, but are chatting and waiting. It turns out that they want Pei Ye to be the first to fight. Otherwise, in this group competition situation, they can only watch Pei Ye. A fight between geniuses is still watery and unsatisfactory.

As soon as he heard this, Pei Ye immediately resisted and sat in the middle seat - when he was fighting grass since he was a child, he had to organize a group of others to fight against him, and then give others the thin ones, and he would choose the thickest and toughest grass. Kill through.

As soon as he sat down now, he felt proud. He smiled and looked at the senior brothers and sisters around him. The small jade sword was spinning in his hand, like his sixth white finger.When the small swords were organized again here, the battle of the long swords on the other side became more and more heated. The disciples of Baizhu Pavilion had already won the seven-row sash, and there was also a song of seven herons on the other side of the literary field. During the painting, the people in long gowns gathered around to talk.

In the queue of the Seven Dragons, a man suddenly stood up. He raised his arms and shouted something to the pale and heavy-faced disciples. The faces of the disciples seemed to have changed a little. Some of them stood up, but he pushed them down. , he walked to the field first with his sword in hand.

Then this person killed three people in a row, including a Sisheng from Baizhu Pavilion.

This 25-year-old man glanced at everyone with bloodshot eyes, and the relaxed atmosphere in the martial arts field began to become a little solemn.

However, the attention of the literary field was attracted. The literati who were friendly to Qijiao had already composed two poems, and four and five egrets flew up respectively.

Kuang Rong, who had not participated in the conversation and was just sitting upright and staring at the field, came to the girl and reported the scene. The girl turned her head and glanced.

You can figure out what's going on without the sound. In this one-by-one format, the one who comes on first will naturally suffer. This is why Cuiyu hasn't moved yet.

But in the past few poetry gatherings, Qijiao has always been the first one to go up without hesitation, and he was proud of the whole audience with his talent.

Now, in fact, their second-generation disciples had not suffered much damage, and were still the strongest among the three Bowang sects, but they had all lost their morale, and in panic, no one dared to move first.

The strong wind knows the strong grass, and the person who jumps out is a hero.

But Junjie also has his own upper limit. Under such a general trend, if you want to turn the tide, Junjie must become a pillar supporting the sky.

Is your name also Pei Ye?
Li Mingqing calmly withdrew his gaze, nodded at Senior Brother Chu Nian, who was staring at Pei Ye's fingers, and pointed towards the field.

Chu Nian raised his head with a surprised smile and glanced along the direction. When he looked back, he had suppressed his smile. He raised his sword and gave the girl a fist before leaving.

Cuiyu's most powerful four-sheng disciple was waiting for work. Within twenty seconds, Qijiao, the rising disciple, was kneeled hard on the chest by Chu Nian, and fainted on the spot.

The Cuiyu disciple's eyes were not filled with blood, but there was not a lot of anger in his heart. If he hadn't been at the Poetry Club, what he had just bumped into was not his knee, but the sword blade.

After this person was defeated, for a while, no one from the Seven Dragons was defeated again.

This is the difference between the operation methods of the two sects. Cuiyu adopts the most orthodox way of recruiting disciples, carefully selecting, first virtues and then skills, and does not require money. If the disciples are in trouble at home, the sect will provide some relief.After entering the school, the master treats the apprentice like a son, the apprentice treats the master like a father, and brothers and sisters treat each other like brothers and sisters.

Naturally, the number of disciples recruited in this way cannot be increased, and training them is time-consuming and labor-intensive. However, almost all of the disciples are extremely refined and loyal. They regard Shanmen as their family and the Cuiyu inheritance as their own inheritance, and their cohesion is extremely strong.

As for Qijiao, they established their sect late, followed the green forest style, and had a chaotic ethos. Naturally, they couldn't be like Cuiyu.And recruiting disciples with huge profits, although the number is extremely large, and there is indeed a lot of talent under the mixture of fish and dragons, but when the fire is cooking, everything is prosperous, and when the sect is in trouble, I hope that each of the disciples will be like Cuiyu. It is simply impossible to abandon and unite a hundred people.

After Chu Nian came on the stage, the other warriors present had already seen that something was wrong, and no one was willing to step in. So it took a long time for another Seven-Dragon Sisheng to come up, and then No. 30 Sihe was punched by Chu Nian. Smash the door.

The man took the white towel and wiped the blood on his hands, then looked up at the Seven Dragons team with an expressionless expression.

In this way, he took on two more four-life beings from Qijiao before being defeated by one five-life being from Qijiao.Although there was no such title, Cuiyu did win at the level of Si Sheng.

Then the poems written for Chu Nian were also posted. As expected, celebrities participated in the four consecutive wins. This time, eight egrets flew, which was the highest since the beginning.

After Qijiao Wusheng came to power, Cuiyu's side was Shen Yao. As Cuiyu's only Wusheng who could fight now, Shen Yao really held up his position and won this match with some difficulty. .

However, Qijiao still had two Wusheng. Facing the second enemy who came up, Shen Yao managed to hold on for forty times and was finally defeated.However, Li Mingqing's injury has not yet healed, and it seems that Cuiyu's side has lost.

Then Li Yiqing reached out and tapped Pei Ye.

At this time, the young man just hit the last disciple's pointed sword to the ground with a clang, and proudly completed a complete victory in the small sword field.

He chuckled and turned his head, looking inquiringly at Li Mingqing: "What's wrong?"

"Business." The girl pointed to the field.

"Oh." Pei Ye stood up with his sword in hand, the smile on his face unchanged - if you win with a big sword, you will win.

He put the small jade sword and "Introduction" into the cloth bag, handed the bag to the girl, and then took the sword.

Cuiyu's goal today is to get all the fame he can get, and let Pei Ye get the ones he can't get. In short, he will try not to let Qijiao win.In fact, not only poetry gatherings, but also any gatherings in the future, Cuiyu will be able to compete for them all.It was to forcefully declare to Bowang that it was time for Qijiao to withdraw.

Li Mingqing watched the young man walk onto the field. Just like the previous games, there was no etiquette.

He drew his sword, one move, two moves, three moves - with a "clang" sound, the sword of this fifth generation fell from his wrist and fell to the ground.

The whole place was quiet for a moment, and they had just started talking about this young man's appearance and origin.

Everyone in the writing field was surprised and confused, looking at each other. The most common voice was: "Huh?"

The Cuiyu woman just now was very, very powerful, and Qijiao, the fifth generation, did not give up on her skills at all. The two had just contributed to an extremely exciting fight, with a graceful figure, dazzling energy, and windy leaves. . The scribes who came here for the first time were very satisfied and said that the trip was worthwhile.

Of course, where can I watch two five-year-olds fighting with each other on weekdays?Many people have actually never seen Wu Sheng take action.

The scenery stirred up poetry, and many celebrities wrote poems about the scene just now, including three poems by Eight Herons, and the atmosphere reached its highest level since the beginning.

But now, a boy who was too young came up, drew his sword and clanged it two or three times, and then the sword of the fifth generation fell to the ground with a clang, and the winner was decided.

Many people didn’t even react – what’s going on?Is this a courtesy to the younger generation?What about that move you just made that cut cracks into the stone?What about the sword light as fast and dense as snowflakes?

Why is he like a wooden man, letting others beat him without making any moves?

While the scribes were confused, correspondingly, there was the most uniform exclamation and commotion since the beginning of the martial arts field, and then nine rows of hanging tapes fell down, wrapping the young man in them.

This is really just a matter of experience for a layman, and many people are asking about the origin of this strange young face.

"My friend, Feng Huai Pei Ye!" Zhang Dingyun opened his arms and shouted loudly, "Heroic boy, swordsmanship Zhiyu, sincere and courageous! He will be a candidate for the martial arts competition in five days. All literary friends, please cheer for him!"

After raising his arms and shouting, Zhang Dingyun began to deal with the surprise in his heart - wasn't Pei Ye just Sansheng?
".I have to prepare a fan for him to write my name for me." The little fat man muttered to himself as he looked at the young man on the field, and did not forget to lower his head and glare at Fang Jidao next to him, "It's much more honorable than being friends with you!"

On the field, another Wusheng from Qijiao soon came up, and this was also their last Wusheng.This time the scribes leaned over the railing and watched without blinking.

This newly arrived Wusheng, who is in his thirties, is actually dressed as a scribe, wearing a long gown, a crown, and a long sword at his waist - this is not a talent cultivated by Qijiao, but a thug hired from a neighboring state. .

Many warriors know that this is the strongest five lives of Qijiao today, and the scribes immediately realized this extraordinary thing after this person took action - because the rising wind was approaching, blowing their The headscarves are all pushed back!

It had never been this powerful just now!
Perhaps because he saw the powerlessness of his fellow disciple after fighting the young man just now, he came directly with this move this time. When the young man saw him, this move was unstoppable.

It is indeed a killing move that makes people dodge subconsciously. It is straight, powerful, resolute, as heavy as thunder, and as fast as lightning.

The sky is pale amber, the white stone is the platform, the tall trees stand quietly, the yellow leaves are dancing, and 200 people stare at the sword.In such an autumn scene, a man in Confucian attire swept towards Pei Ye, as if a thick ink brush drew a heavy and powerful ink line across the picture!

'It's broken, I want to see blood! 'Many warriors were worried.

At the end of this ink line, the young man just stood quietly, tilting his head, as if he had just seen the incoming enemy clearly.

It was not until the moment before he connected with the angry python that he raised his wrist, and the sword blade cut into the opponent's impact at an oblique angle.

At the same time as the "ding" sounded, the zhenqi in the young man's wrists condensed into muscle bundles, and he raised his feet and took a step back.

Then, "ding-ding-ding-ding-ding" connected into a silver plate of dense beads, and the sword blades flew into broken shadows of silver light.

The young man took seven steps back in total and fired 21 swords. The whole process ended in one breath.When the last "ding" sounded, Confucian's sword fell to the ground crookedly, while his crown flew high, and his hair was messy.

Behind him, the young man who stood quietly with his sword gently stretched out his hand and firmly caught the fallen crown and hat.

Then he casually threw it on the ground.

The wind has died down, but the countless yellow leaves that were just blown up are still falling slowly.

Victory and defeat.

In terms of time, this time it ended a little faster than the last one, but this time, the scribes at least saw how the boy took action.

And it’s clear, and it’s handsome and stunning!
Calm steps, exquisite control, and the true beauty of the sword were fully revealed to them in this attack.

The sheath is deep in the wet weather, and it is difficult to hide a handsome sword for a long time.This must have been written by a layman based on this person. Of course such a sword should not be hidden!
The cheers lasted for a long time, and the atmosphere reached a peak again. Almost no one was sitting on the scribes' side, and for a while they even competed with each other for the pen and ink nearby.

Next, six people from Baizhu Pavilion, Martial Arts Escort Bureau, Jianghu Sanren, etc. came up again. With no hatred and no grudges, Pei Ye no longer used this ruthless and humiliating way of winning, but all etiquette. The preparations were won steadily one by one.

There is no longer the same impact and surprise as before.

Poems have been completed one after another in the literary field, and the quality of the poems this time is far superior to the previous ones.

Li Mingqing watched from a distance, and the thirteen heron herders were already reading poems. The girl guessed that this time there would probably be a poem about ten herons.

She was not surprised. When she asked the young man to come up, she was already prepared to see this shining moment.

Everyone doesn't know the name "Pei Ye", not because he lacks strength, but because he hasn't been seen yet.He is a rare luminous pearl in the world, but he just needs to be taken out of the box.

It was in this thought that the girl unconsciously pinched the cloth bag in her hand and touched the thick layer inside.

　The Foolish Old Man moved the mountains, the drops of water penetrated the rocks, the Jingwei filled the seas, and the iron pestles ground the needles, sooner or later I will pay them all back!
　　Still owe 33 more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)