Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 267 Drama

On the night after the Autumn Festival, the streets are still lit with candles.

When we got off Zhuoyue Lake, we saw that the streets of Nancheng were lined with vendors. This kind of gathering would last for another seven or eight days before it gradually dispersed.

Pei Ye and Pei Ye walked side by side. Without the girl's detailed introduction, Pei Ye would never be able to guess how these various little things play.

Whenever he showed a novel look on something, Li Mingqing would immediately buy it for him without hesitation, regardless of the boy's rejection. He even had to buy a small basket to hold it when he walked to the back.

When passing by the Xianrentai Yamen, it was finally clear. However, Pei Ye suddenly stopped and saw Shi Hanxue's figure coming out of the door.

"Huh? Miss Shi." Pei Ye raised his hand and greeted, "Why did you come out so late?"

Shi Hanxue turned around to see the two of them and nodded slightly: "The case is very busy."

Pei Ye felt a little guilty when she thought about what they had just done, and went straight to the point: "Miss Shi, I heard that your sect wants to recruit Yang Yan?"

"That's right. Mr. Yang is young and homeless. He is very talented and has a sensitive and tough mind, but he is a bit extreme. Senior Brother Gu loves talents and is afraid that he will go astray, so he invited him." The woman smiled calmly and said, "Pei Shaoxia Would you like to be a companion?”

"Let's talk about this later." Pei Ye said awkwardly, and then said, "Yang Yan is young and ignorant, carries a deep hatred, and acts recklessly. I wonder what the rules of your sect are. Can you explain a few things first?"

Shi Xiaoxue smiled and said directly: "Tianshan has been open to anyone to stay or leave since ancient times, and there will be no restrictions on Mr. Yang. He can leave whenever he wants to take revenge."

"Ah, that's true." Pei Ye paused.

"High-spirited and upright." Li Mingqing said.

"High-spirited and upright!" Pei Ye handed over his hand.

Shi Hanxue smiled: "If nothing happens, I won't disturb you two?"

"Wait a minute, let me ask one more question. Miss Shi, how is the investigation progressing now?"

"Well, it's all hard work, and there's nothing to show for it yet. However, here in Tianshan, Master An just chatted with me about some unfounded news."

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."

"About the soul-seizing bead." The woman did not show off, "Uncle loves to read the ancient classics of Tianshan Mountain. He just saw one and told me that this soul-seizing bead is related to the prison guarding of 'King Zhou Mu' in our Tianshan legend. The weapon is somewhat similar."

Pei Ye raised an eyebrow. There was a lot of unfamiliar information in this article: "How do you say it?"

"Legend has it that the prison-guarding weapon of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty was called [Zhaoyou], and the gods ordered it to check the outside of the candle and the inside of the candle, so that there would be no gaps in the guarded place." Shi Hairao said in the snow, "Among them, the 'candle inside' is said to be placed inside the human body. By recording his mind, all hidden evil thoughts can be discerned, and there is absolutely no reason to escape."

".You mean, this thing can also 'record one's mind'?"

Shi Hanxue glanced approvingly: "Young Master Pei looks half-comprehensive. It turns out he is very good at extracting the best from the worst."

Pei Ye smiled. He really didn't understand these four words, but after all, he knew they were compliments.

"It was just a casual conversation." The woman smiled lightly and added, "It is a legend at first, and thousands of years have passed at this time. It is hard to tell whether it is true or false. Even if this thing remains in the world, I am afraid it will have been destroyed long ago. Just because it has some similarities, Maybe it can give you some inspiration.”

Pei Ye nodded slowly: "Thank you, Miss Shi, for your kindness."

"You're welcome." Shi Hanxue smiled at the two of them.

That's it.

"King Mu of Zhou was a king of the Zhou Dynasty. It is said that he once went to Tianshan to meet the Queen Mother of the West. The Queen Mother of the West hosted a banquet for him. The two of them sang to each other before parting, and then he drove back east." Looking at the woman's back, Li Miaoqing said Explained, "But since the beginning of history, there has been no immortal in the world, and there must not be the Queen Mother of the West. Later, people also said that King Mu was the lord of the Tianshan Mountains. In short, this story is just a myth that has been changed and perfunctory, and the true appearance is unknown. ”

"The capital of Zhou Dynasty seems to be in Luoyi in Tianshan Mountain. It's quite far along the way." Pei Ye thought, "King Mu of Zhou must also be a great monk. Otherwise, the capital of the country would be without a king for so many days. I'm afraid it wouldn't be possible."

Li Mingqing smiled: "What's the point of thinking about this kind of thing? 'Qi Jing loves Trentai, Zhou Mu hates Zi Palace'. Not every emperor cares about the country every day. If someone just wants to go out for a walk, who can stop him?" "

"I just want to think about it." Pei Ye also smiled, turned his head and saw the girl staring at him with narrowed eyes.

"what's wrong?"

"Can you stay away from other people's homes? Don't just talk to them when you meet them."

".Let me ask about Yang Yan."

"You stay away from her!"

"Oh!"

"Whee!"

The two of them continued walking across the Immortal Terrace, and there was another bright candle stall in front of them. After Pei Ye's persuasion, the girl finally stopped buying things for him, but as they walked, Pei Ye himself was wearing a mask. His legs stopped in front of the stall.

The red-faced person who caught the eye first was Guan Yu, and then Liu, Zhang, and Cao were all present, but Pei Ye didn't focus on these people. At this time, he remembered the joke with the girl on the viewing platform.

"Then there are Cao soldiers all around."

"Yes, but besides me, I am Zhuge Liang who is the strategist."

"There was no Zhuge Liang at that time - what about me, what am I?"

"What's so special about you? You are the unknown young general who was just killed by Zhao Yun!"

At this time, there was Zhuge's mask on the stall. Most of the faces were not drawn on the corners, which made it look dull and hazy, but it also had a unique charm.

Next to it is a picture of an ordinary soldier, with a light white background and two simple blue lines. It is the same color as the clothes. When it is worn on the girl's face, it gives a funny look.

I guess it's because of the novelty. There are still some remaining items in other corners, but only one is left in this one.

Pei Ye suppressed his laughter, put Zhuge's mask on his face, and shouted at the girl's back: "Li Mingqing!"

The girl turned around, saw his appearance, and immediately smiled: "You really think you are Zhuge Liang!"

He came over and said, "Where's mine? I want Zhao Yun's!"

Pei Ye laughed. He looked at the girl in front of him and reached back to explore the position just now: "Yours is this-"

The next words suddenly choked in my throat.

Pei Ye's body was stiff and his hand was empty.

Of course, it was impossible for the young man in the fourth life state to touch the wrong place. He suddenly turned around and saw that there was no one around him, but there was no trace of the scene next to [Zhuge].

The second time, the chill that came from his spinal cord tightened his heart and lungs. The girl next to him came over with a chuckle: "Where's mine?"

Pei Ye suddenly pulled her behind him, drew his sword and stepped forward, and the [Zhan Xin Liuli] clanked in front of him.

The noise around me stopped.

Li Mingqing immediately grasped the hilt of the sword, but his face was still blank. Everyone around him stopped and was shocked. The vendor froze in place, and many pairs of eyes looked at the young man who had tensed up his posture.

It was bright and quiet, nothing happened.

Pei Ye put away his posture, but still held the sword tightly and stared at the vendor in front of him: "Did you have a mask that you didn't sell just now?"

The vendor was equally stiff, as if he was frozen in place by the scene in front of him. He stared blankly at the empty space pointed by the young man: "I am, yes you."

Pei Ye had no intention of getting entangled and handed him four copper coins. The vendor paused, reached out and took it steadily, then lowered his head and began to close the stall.

Pei Ye was startled for a moment, looked at him, and suddenly frowned: "You——"

Before he finished speaking, the vendor's body tensed suddenly, and a "choking" sounded from under the stall. Pei Ye raised his hand to cross the sword, and in the next moment, a purple shadow hit him from the diagonal stab. The man's eyes were open, his beard was open, his sword was cold, his purple robe was rising like a cloud, and he was thrusting his sword directly at the vendor's throat.

But the next moment, the long sword was drawn out from the bottom of the stall, and the cold light met the sword, defeating its posture with one strike. The man's sword was immediately out of his hand, and it was about to plunge into his chest.

Qing Yi passed by, and his gentle strength held Zi Yi upright from behind. His hand had already grasped the out-of-control long sword in front of him. When Pei Ye blinked again, the long knife that the hawker had slashed his throat with had also been firmly grasped by him. Hold it in your hand.

Just like pressing down with one hand, all the storms and waves stopped, and all the crisis and chaos returned to where they should go. But black blood was already flowing out of the hawker's seven orifices.

The corpse fell to the ground rigor mortis.

These few blows turned into elbows and armpits, and it wasn't until the swords and swords settled down that the two people's faces became clear in front of the young girl.

[Qinghuang] Xu Yanhe, [Zihuang] Xu Jianzheng.

"Why did you rush up in a hurry? Now you've alerted the enemy and there's no one left alive."

"Am I just trying to scare the snake? Didn't you see that his expression was different? He was just holding the knife to buy time for himself to swallow the poison! If I hadn't rushed up, you wouldn't even have looked this way!"

"You can tell me first"

"I told you it's too late!" Zi Huang rolled his eyes, turned around and hugged the two of them, "Pei Shaoxia, Li Shaozhang, my brother is a bit stupid, don't take it off."

Qinghuang was still serious and serious, saying hello one by one.

Pei Ye bowed and returned to her sheath, looking at the horrific corpse on the ground: "Two seniors, what is going on?"

Zihuang also looked at it, shaking his numb wrists and frowning: "I'm confused too, please report it to the official."
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North of Bowang City, inn, third floor.

Nowadays, all the accommodation places in Zhoucheng are still full, but Qiubi has been closed, and after all, some vacancies can occasionally be made available. The guests in this room were just filled in the past two days.

The man sat upright, holding a thin pen and closing his eyes. In front of him was a large picture scroll covering the table.

It is the map of Bowang City.

There is only one copy of the "Soul-stealing Sword" file, but the map is not the only one. The missing one was taken from the Lake Works Department.

The autumn air stirred up the window sash, and the man in a shabby shirt and hat suddenly opened his eyes and started writing, writing on South Street.

The young man next to him holding the scroll with serious eyes tilted his head: "Is there any new news?"

But I saw the man frowning slightly: "Why did you suddenly look here?"

He added: "But the autumn atmosphere here is very unfamiliar to him, which just means that he has not been here in the past two days, so -"

The man flicked his finger in the southeast: "——It should be this way."

The young man asked: "He has never been to the Immortal Terrace again?"

"On the autumn air map, it is indeed cooler over there. Either I have never been there at all, or I have only been there once."

"It's not like I haven't been there before." The young man shook his head, "I definitely felt the pulse of Xianglian that day."

He frowned and said, "Could this method have been discovered by Huansilou? Be careful of intentional misleading."

The man shook his head: "The court may have some records, but this is actually the first time we have fought against Huansilou. You'd better go to South Street and have a look. Let's check the southeast in the next two days."

"Okay." The young man rolled up the book, put it on top of the four rolls next to him, and walked toward the window step by step.

Outside the building, the driver who was feeding the horses in the courtyard just raised his head and stretched his body, looking towards the third floor of the inn.

The closed window remained motionless.

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The night is deep.

To the southeast of Bowang is a remote garden.

The pavilion landscape covers a large area and is the largest manor Qijiaodong has built in Bowang. Not far from the city is Lushui, where boating and fishing are both beautiful things to do in your free time.

Such a manor was bustling with traffic in its heyday, but now it is deserted and silent.

The seal is prominently posted on the front door.

Deep courtyard, back room.

The night was already cold, but there was no fire here. The entire courtyard seemed to have died of cold in late autumn, with only the cold water gurgling down from the rockery.

It's so quiet here that there shouldn't be any life, but if you look very carefully, you can hear the faint hissing in the room, like a coveting old wolf or a decaying evil ghost.

The closer we got to the house, the clearer the sound became, and gradually it became clear that it was actually human breathing.

The house is darker than the courtyard.

Only one or two pitiful rays of light from the stars and the moon leaked in, and the man in the room avoided even them, leaning motionless on his wheelchair, breathing roughly like a dying person.

One of his sleeves was empty, the other hand resting on his knee.

With this appearance, it is difficult for anyone to recognize the man who once strode with a stern look.

What is more different than the physical damage is the decline of spirit. For a few days, every time Shang Huaitong recalled that scene, he would tremble from the bottom of his heart to his whole body. The "sword" he was once proud of was now something he was proud of. He was so hot that he curled up at the slightest touch.

Nothing changed until the night before.

The man had a sword in his hand, but he still didn't dare to pull it out. He closed his eyes and tried hard to regain that state of mind.

Suddenly, there was a soundless darkness in front of the window, and even the faint stars and moon were blocked.

Shang Huaitong opened his eyes suddenly, looked at the quiet black tent that appeared in the room, and held his breath like the wind for a moment.

"You are more like a 'ghost immortal' now." The joking voice from under the hood was as light as the wind, accurately reaching Shang Huaitong's ears without any leakage.

Shang Huaitong raised his only remaining hand, made a complete courtesy, and bowed his head deeply: "Thank you, sir, for teaching me."

His voice was also tightly bound by the invisible force. Their lips opened and closed, but there was still only hissing breathing in the courtyard.

"Why should I teach you?" the visitor asked, "I have never seen the book of Youxian. I am just trying to help you mend your state of mind."

He sighed softly again: "The Meridian Tree is injured, but it can still grow back; if the arm is broken, Yangyi Tower only has this kind of business; but if the state of mind is ruined, there is no way out."

Shang Huaitong bowed again with trembling hands: "Without Mr.'s teachings these few nights, I would have been in despair."

The visitor nodded indifferently, flickered a few times in the small courtyard, and continued to draw things on the ground, but no traces were left.

Shang Huaitong asked carefully: "Sir, what are you drawing?"

"Lost the river, feel the road."

"." Shang Huaitong was silent for a while, and finally raised his heart and whispered, "I dare to take the liberty to ask, what is your identity, sir?"

"Oh? You don't know? Or are you pretending not to know?"

Shang Huaitong immediately stopped in a cold sweat and said, "Junior, I have some speculation."

"Then you guessed it right." The visitor said in a sweet voice, "You are quite talented in swordsmanship, carefree and have deep hatred for people. Therefore, I will give you a chance. If you can draw the sword and use it again, what will you do?" The Sword of Youxian, even if it is wrong, will take you away."

He shook slightly under his robe, raised a hand, and held a simple and novel opera on it.

He fastened it on his face, and the pattern of blue stripes on a white background looked mysterious under the dark moon. He said softly: "You can play for a long time, but you will die as a hero. I am the Shaolong Opera Master."

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