Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 285 Flying Sword

Pei Ye didn't chase after him. The zhenqi that entered his body at his ribs was still there, and blood was flowing gurglingly. He lowered his head, and the man in silk clothes at his feet had just died. He leaned over to pick up the long sword that the man in the silk shirt had dropped, and threw the sword towards the first floor, piercing the throat of the Huo Zhuo opera guest who had just climbed up.

Then only deal with the wound's infuriating energy.

Of course, Pei Ye knew that his whereabouts were already in Huansilou's eyes. He didn't hide it at all. Until now, his only intention was to partially show his true combat power.

Kou Liyue was a six-year-old man with strong vitality. Pei Ye did not kill him with Feiyan's sword on a snowy night. Instead, he used chi fire and sword skills to fight.

Huansilou surrounded him with four powerful five-six-students. The chi fire and sword skills were indeed not enough, so Pei Ye traded his wounds for swords, and in a thrilling and unexpected manner, he The man in the silk shirt was caught off guard and revealed his biggest trump card. After using this move, he did not show that he could keep the escaped theater guest.

Under such facts, it is certainly impossible for him to defeat Mr. Zhang.

After draining away the residual Qi from the wound, Pei Ye used his Qi to bite the tear, tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped it around several times, wrapping it tightly.

Putting down his clothes, he squatted down and touched the man in the silk shirt - there were only a few grains of silver. As expected, Pei Ye left the man and jumped down, standing in front of the corpse whose throat had been cut by Dou Li.

The reason why he chose the sword just now was because he saw from the beginning that this person was dressed differently from the other two.

The first and third scenes all show uniformly dressed servants. The swordsman was not temporarily dressing up as a servant when he was talking to Pei Ye in the alley. The reason why it was so natural was because he already lived in the hospital in this capacity. middle.

So does the groom.

But this is not the case for the man holding the sword. He wears ordinary clothes with no obvious clues, a style randomly picked from a tailor's shop. However, the material of the clothes was quite new, almost as if it was the first time he had worn it. Pei Ye even suspected that he had just changed into it before coming here.

Therefore, this person must not be from this hospital, but most likely came from "Mr. Zhang", either as a helping hand or as a communication contact.

However, it was true that Huanshenglou took over Qi Yun not long ago, and all the expenses had just been purchased. But as a person who travels to communicate, would these clothes be so new?

Therefore, he usually wears another skin to come and go in Xiangzhou City. And that skin must have two characteristics: first, it is dressed normally and not eye-catching, so that it can walk through the streets at will; second, it reveals where it belongs, so before coming to carry out the ambush, the man changed his clothes.

Pei Ye squatted down and rubbed the fabric at the corner of his clothes. Now under the influence of the girl, he already had some knowledge in this area. This kind of material is neither expensive nor cheap. It should be available anywhere in the city, but if you go deeper Thinking about it, there are actually some slight differences - in the shops in Xicheng, these are the highest and most expensive ones, while in Dongcheng, these are ordinary mid-range materials.

When Huansilou buys regular clothes, he naturally chooses the most common ones for walking on the street, so you can imagine the scope of this person's daily activities.

Pei Ye was quiet for a while, then jumped away from the body, flew up to the second floor, rummaged through the drawers and cabinets, and pulled out a map.

To the east of Xiangzhou City, there are many officials in the south and merchants in the north. Not long after Huanshenglou entered the city, there was naturally no time to open up the official route. So what role did Huanshenglou have to become the new owner of Qiyun Chamber of Commerce?

Pei Ye thought for a moment and quickly got an idea - to settle on a credible identity, the cooperation of local people must be indispensable. In Xiangzhou City, the only one who cooperates with them is the Qiyun Chamber of Commerce itself.

Pei Ye put down the map and stood up to check the drawer again. This time he found several books, which were very thick and old. Obviously the handover between the chief stewards has been completed, and this came from the eldest grandson.

Which business has had a sudden connection with Qi Yun in recent months?

Pei Ye spread out several books. In fact, if you understand clearly, these books are very organized - all the in and out of the state, the city and outside the city are clearly classified. In addition to the transaction records, there is also a book dedicated to recording the transactions in the city. Merchant's notebook.

Pei Ye's eyes lit up and he checked the two sides. Most of the thirty-two large and small businesses in the east of the city that had business relationships with Qi Yun had not changed their owners in recent months, and he had never seen an owner named Zhang. He pointed one finger. He kept scratching until he suddenly paused and stopped on a newer line of ink.

Eyes narrowed.

Linjing Painting Pavilion.

Qi Yun has only had three famous paintings transactions with this painting pavilion in the past month, including the acquisition of "Golden Yang Picture of Climbing the Tower", "Opening of the River in Lushui" and "Spring Evening of the First Year". The three transactions were all normal.

But Pei Ye turned the first five pages of the book, and an earlier brief record appeared in his field of vision.

There is no beginning or end, just one sentence: "The thirty-eight paintings in the cabinet including "Spring and Evening of the First Year" have been sold."

First, hand over the famous paintings that have been collected for many years to someone, so that he can confirm his identity as the owner of the painting pavilion, and then make any transactions with the owner of the painting pavilion, and it will appear normal.

Out of nothing, a painting pavilion with profound heritage appeared in Xiangzhou City.

Pei Ye smiled with satisfaction because he could see Guan Yu. He folded his books and raised his sword, turned over and walked towards the street.

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It was dark, and the pale stars could already be seen in the gray sky.

Pei Ye raised his head in the autumn wind. This painting pavilion was larger than he imagined. The facade is a four-story high-rise building, with a large courtyard behind it, and a three-story small building behind the courtyard.

It was also older than he thought. Apparently it had been here for a long time, but had secretly changed owners.

At this time today, this elegant loft courtyard located in a quiet part of the east city has closed its doors to welcome guests. Although there are lights on the back building, the front door is already dark.

Pei Ye walked to Linjing and knocked on the table: "Boss, I want to ask, is Linjing not open today?"

"It's on, just off."

"Is it just the beginning of the Youshi period?"

"Well, almost."

"Okay, thank you."

Counting the hours, it was the time when the escaped person arrived to report the news.

Pei Ye walked into the alley next to him, climbed over the wall and jumped in.

Looking up, the bright lights in the back building swayed in the evening breeze, and the courtyard was equally empty and quiet.

Pei Ye didn't do any cleaning before leaving the yard. He allowed his wounds and blood to accumulate in a pool upstairs. He made a hasty and messy search with traces. Finally, he untied the big horse in the car and pointed the hoof prints toward the Nancheng government office. Clatter away.

In short, what should a five-year-old who was injured and failed to leave the last person behind should do, he let them think he was doing it.

It's better to go after him than to stay here and destroy his traces.

Pei Ye stood still for a while, his nerves tense. Just like in the courtyard just now, he didn't notice any eyes coming towards him.

He walked slowly to the front of the building, pulled out his sword with a clang, put it behind his arm, and pushed open the door of the building with it.

The door leaf opened gently, and among the bright candles, the scenery in the building gradually spread out from a gap to both sides, with tables, tea, chairs, flowers——

Pei Ye's pupils shrank suddenly, and a cold light suddenly shone on the sword!

After the cold light, there was an unparalleled snowstorm.

It was as if the stormy wind that had accumulated for hundreds of years was trapped in the building, and poured out the moment the door was pushed open by the ignorant boy.

The door leaf exploded in the frantic sword energy, and the splintered wood that shattered like darts sharply cut the young man's face. Pei Ye's heart and lungs tightened in the sword wind and wood waves.

A Qisheng stood quietly behind the door, holding his sword to the extreme!

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The unitary hour is coming to an end.

The night fell completely.

The lights in the east city are bustling, but after all, candles cannot illuminate all the dark places. Among the scattered lights and shadows, a figure flies through the sky like a swift swallow.

Zhang He held his sword on his back, his face expressionless.

He found the horse two streets away, but there was no one there. Judging from the hoof prints, the horse entered into aimless leisure as soon as it came out of the alley, and the boy never rode it from the beginning.

Several people said that he was attacking in the east and fled in another direction, but Zhang He refused to comment. In fact, he had faintly noticed a trace of the temperament of this young man he had never met before.

Alert, calm and decisive. Bold and pretentious.

He has been on the bright side from the beginning, and has been fighting all the way up to now. He prefers to defeat those who are stronger than him head-on; and when faced with enemies that he cannot resist, he also thinks that he can trick them into turning around.

So he must not have escaped.

The account books in the courtyard have been thoroughly searched. If he is not on the horse now, he must be in the Linjing Painting Pavilion.

Zhang He floated on the eaves of the building with his toes, and his figure was like a shadow again. The drinkers drinking and laughing in the window were dazzled, and they turned their heads to look, only to see the autumn wind blowing the window curtains under the night sky.

The sky gradually turned from dusk to cold.

Zhang He fell into the courtyard of the Painting Pavilion, his clothes slowly hanging down.

No one was seen.

The flowers and trees in the courtyard fell over, and broken trees were stuck on the ground and walls. Almost no part of them was intact. This sword wind surged out from the door on the first floor, and the true energy from Qisheng swept across the entire courtyard in an instant, turning everything into this situation.

"Guo Huai" really didn't hold back at all.

When he left him here, Zhang He had already told him that if he tried to divert the tiger away from the mountain, he would know that he could not defeat the tiger; but if he dared to enter the tiger's nest, he would have to rely on someone.

To defeat the strong with the weak is nothing more than "knowing the enemy" for a long time and "defeating the enemy" with one move.

Don't give him this chance.

"Guo Huai" was always obedient, and Qisheng's strongest attack, calculated mentally and unintentionally, indeed left a trail of blood at the foot of the stairs.

But what about people?

The movement in the building was not covered up, and there was a slight rustle, which was the sound of turning pages.

Zhang He frowned slightly and walked forward slowly. The first moment he stepped into the open door, he stopped and froze on the spot.

The candlelight is still bright.

The body of "Guo Huai" fell in the hall, the tables, chairs and flowers were scattered, and blood flowed into a small pool under his body.

Zhang He slowly raised his head and looked at the place where Xisuo came from - on the third floor, a tall and tall young man was facing away from him. The sword box and sword were untied and he was leaning on the railing, holding a book. The pages of the booklet slowly turned.

Hearing the movement, the young man turned around. His face was neither proud nor relaxed, but his lips were pursed and his voice was condensed: "What is a 'Dragonborn'?"

Zhang He said nothing, but glanced at Guo Huai's corpse again, looked up, and stretched his fingers on the hilt of the sword.

He felt the fragility of the young man in front of him very clearly.

The clear and real five lives, every movement of his body is clearly seen in his eyes, the slow movements and reactions, the fragile muscles, bones and flesh. There is no doubt that he can destroy this with one sword. Tissue paper shredded.

Although Guo Huai was far inferior to him, but facing such a body, how could he lose if he struck first with the sword?

That magical swordsmanship from unknown origin?

At this moment, he felt the young man's eyes falling on his left ear: "Are you that Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang He looked up at him: "Since you have this ability, why do you need to do these tricks of escaping and chasing?"

"If I don't run away, do you dare to chase me?"

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The young man looked at him: "What is your relationship with the Zhushi Sect?"

Quiet.

The cold and calm murderous aura slowly filled the entire building.

Zhang He indeed realized that he had thought something wrong - this young man did not bump into him by accident and he had no idea what he was about to face.

He has been heading towards the deepest point from the beginning, and his goal is clearer than anyone else. Xiangzhou Huanshi Building is just something on his way.

But what on earth does this five-sheng person have to rely on to brave the mist?

Zhang He raised his cold gaze and locked his eyes firmly on the young man upstairs.

Of course you won't know until you take action.

The man slowly stretched out his arms and held his sword, and started setting up the shop as soon as he stepped through the door. By now, the building was filled with his true energy.

Guo Huai, whom he reminded, is now a corpse, but he still adheres to the true meaning of the lion fighting the rabbit.

With a slight stroke of the long sword, the three thousand zhenqi in the building suddenly took on the shape of wind and snow, filling the entire space. The young man upstairs looked up in surprise, obviously he had not expected this method.

But there was no time for him to be astonished. Zhang He and his sword had already formed a ghostly dragon, and the whole building was full of true energy. He glanced at Jinghong, and the sword's soul-stealing and terrifying edge was aimed directly at Pei Ye.

Inside the airtight, facing each other head-on, the eight-life killing sword blended with the true energy technique and the five-life sword stand here. Anyone who comes to see it can neither avoid it nor block it.

Then the young man's eyes that looked at the flying snow in the building withdrew in surprise and fell on the man who was skimming up from below.

His true energy has not moved, and his body is loose. The only thing that can be faster than this sword is his gaze, but at the same time as his gaze, he raises his arm.

The arm is pointed exactly at the terrifying cultivator swept up by the trembling wind. At the end of it are the two index and middle fingers that are raised together.

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Kongtong.

It was only two hundred miles south to Xiangzhou, but the mountains were high and foggy, and a cold night rain was already falling.

Compared with the vast and cold scenery of the Tianshan Mountains, Kongtong has many mountains and misty clouds. However, it is different from the lush forests in the southwest. The mountains in the northwest have clearer shapes and more obvious stone colors, so they have more of an appearance. Be open-minded.

The stone steps were soaked cold by the autumn rain, and two steps slowly climbed up.

"The swordsmanship is high. Our sect has made a fool of itself today."

"Lianghui has hundreds of miles of caves, jade mountains and stone swords, and Qitian only has a few skins."

The man didn't answer, he pointed with a smile and said, "Look here."

Ming Qitian looked along and saw twenty or thirty figures in Kongtongmen uniforms still lining up in a row on the hilltop next door.

The man sighed softly: "I asked all the questions about Kongtong Sword in one day, and the disciples are still convinced. This word cannot be spread out - the sword master has to stay one more night and go to our Jianbelly Mountain to have a look tomorrow."

Ming Qitian didn't answer for a while and turned her head to look north. After a breath, she looked away, nodded and said with a smile: "Okay."

(End of this chapter)