Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 67
Xu Weizhou's face suddenly became green, and he lowered his tone and said, "Master Xing, are you kidding me? Master Ming Sword Master is still invincible, so what ability do I have to sneak around like this?"

"It's not a question of whether you have the ability or not, Xu Biejia. You have been an official of the Tang Dynasty for three years, but your mind is still on the Kunlun South Peak?" Xing Zhi said coldly.

It was the first time that Pei Ye saw Xing Zhi being so ruthless, and thought to himself, could the black ribbon warlock of Xianrentai be more powerful than Yizhou Biejia?He glanced at the silent Chang Zhiyuan, thinking about this question with his poor common sense.

"It's because this is what you should do, and you can only do it alone. You are an official of the imperial court with a salary. At this time, a crisis is approaching, and you said you don't have the ability to do it. So who has the ability to do it? Governor Zhao? How many of you have joined the army? Magistrate Chang? Or the sergeants? It can't be to support more than [-] people, right?"

Xu Weizhou's face became greener, and Jian'er became a little whiter. Suddenly his eyes lit up: "Master Ming Sword! Master Ming Sword is such a person, she can-"

Xu Weizhou realized something was wrong mid-sentence, stopped talking, lowered his head and twirled the tea cup without saying a word.

Xing Zhi glanced at him coldly, and laughed out loud: "I don't know [Kunlun Yanri Palace] has this confidence, or your Xu family has two more heads than others—the only one who dares to be called Jianjun Your beloved disciple Xu Weizhou died for you."

These words really made Xu Weizhou feel a little embarrassed. He knew what he had said before. He knew that he was here to be free and happy. If he really wanted to find a future, would he need to come to this remote state with such qualifications?
When he was having fun in Zhoucheng, his spine had already been stabbed to the point of no pain. Xing Zhi said a few words and it really didn't matter. His expression just now was just because he was suppressed by the serious situation.

But it really made him angry that his proud family background, origin, sect, and talent, which he had always relied on to treat others with superiority and calmness, were ridiculed in this way.But there is nowhere to vent - he said something stupid first, and these things are indeed a mess in front of the bright sword master.

Pei Ye looked at Master Xu's face from the side and thought that he probably wouldn't be able to practice [Yuntian covers his eyes and loses his feathers].

When "peeling everything off", the lighter and less "everything" is, the easier it is to succeed. I was in a down and out situation at the time, no wonder Grandpa Yue said, "At least you can learn it now."

However, Grandpa Yue must have peeled off much more than Xu Biejia, right?
Thinking of this, Pei Ye looked up at the sky, and felt that it was time for the old man to wake up, and he had finished what he had to say, and the next response would naturally be "the meat eater seeks it out".

He stood up and bowed farewell to the three adults.

……

I went to the water boiler to get a basin of hot water. When I walked through the courtyard, I was surprised by the number of people gathered under the pear tree.I saw civil servants from the county and the city gathering together and whispering. It was so quiet that Pei Ye suspected that he had gone to the wrong place.

He looked at them strangely, found a familiar face and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing?"

"Shhh—" The man didn't even turn his eyes, he just raised a finger at Pei Ye.

Pei Ye followed his gaze, and saw that in the side room with the door open on the side, a person dressed in white was leaning on the table, flipping through a book with one hand, and stroking a black cat with the other.

"Ming—Qi—Tian—" the man gestured with his mouth.

"Oh..." Pei Ye was stunned.

In fact, he had too little information in the past few years. Even though he knew about the astonishing "third place on the crane list", he still didn't realize his reputation personally.

The so-called "I am" Ming Qitian has the weight of this sentence.

"The last time I saw a Hebang character was five years ago, when Qi Wuming, the No.20 fourth generation [Sword Ghost] of White Deer Palace, passed by our state. The sky is in sight."

"That man is much uglier."

"But the person is still quite nice, unlike this title."

"This title is passed down from generation to generation, not based on others."

"The Ming Sword Master is even different." A state official whispered, "The White Deer Palace is deeply involved in the world, and its contacts have been extensive over the years. Yunlang Mountain is not the same. It is said that the Ninth Prince wanted to have a talk with the Ming Sword Master last year. In the way of the sword, Ming Sword Master didn't even give him face."

"Ha, does he want to talk about swordsmanship..."

"Shh-"

"The main thing is, there is no way, you know?" An older man said, "Yunlangshan, I have never heard of anyone involved, and Master Mingjian has never heard of anyone who has a good relationship. I am from Shenjing. My aunt said that the Ninth Prince asked Yan Feiqing to be the matchmaker because it was said that the Master of Ming Sword once went to see Yan Feiqing practice swordsmanship. It is said that when Yan Feiqing got the invitation, his face turned dark."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Pei Ye heard this interestingly. He originally wanted to go to Ming Qitian to ask how to deal with the enemy. After all, in his simple concept, no matter how Xing Zhi and Xu Weizhou talked, in the end, if there was anyone who could fight against the Immortal Lord, it would still be Ming Qitian, asking the victim directly is the first step.

But now that he was in full public view, he was too embarrassed to step forward, so he just carried the basin to the old man's house.

Only half of the words behind him were heard: "I saw that the sword master didn't even have a cup of tea on the table..."

Then there was a restless voice.

……

Pei Ye walked into the quiet hut, which was much cleaner and more refined than at home, and the bed was softer.

He pushed the old man on the bed, and the old man opened his eyes.

"Are you back?" the old man said hoarsely.

"Well, how have you been these two days?"

"Eat well and sleep well, I don't want to go back." It seems that because the young man came back intact, the old man was in a good mood.

"When this is over, let's use the reward money to buy a good house to live in." Pei Ye poured boiling water into the big tub, "Let's take a bath, it's been a few days."

The old man nodded and tried to support his body.

Pei Ye helped him and went back to the courtyard to get water from the well.

After returning to the house and helping the old man take off his pajamas, more shocking scars were exposed.

This is a body that is extremely fragile in every aspect. Even though he has seen it many times, every time Pei Ye looks at it carefully, it always arouses his uncontrollable anger.

It can't be described as "seriously injured", because these are not traces left in the battle at all.

Instead, they hang the person on hooks, tie the hands and feet, and use all kinds of means and tools to mutilate the body in order to make it endure the maximum pain.

Every piece of skin, every bone, and every tendon was carefully prepared. For a month or two, in the dark, in the stench of their own feces, urine, and blood, people spent a period of time that was better than hell. It takes more terrible days to leave such traces.

Pei Ye silently picked up the old man's frighteningly light body, slowly put the old man into the water of just the right temperature, ran his fingers over the wrinkled and soft skin, and scrubbed it gently.

"Why don't you talk about it?" Pei Ye said suddenly.

"say what?"

"Who did it?" After seeing so many things that broke his horizon these days, although Pei Ye didn't take a step forward, he felt that the world was much smaller, and many things were no longer out of reach.

"You tell me, and sooner or later I will cut off his head."

The old man leaned back against the wall of the barrel, the corners of his mouth seemed to curl up slightly.

"How long will it take to use you?" he said hoarsely.

(End of this chapter)