Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 406: Sword Talk

As Guan Qianyan finished speaking, several carriages opened one after another, and more than a dozen green-dressed disciples got out first. The first carriage was casually pushed open from the inside, and a man walked down the steps, spreading out a luxurious outer robe and putting it on, holding a green wood-like sword in his hand.

He glanced towards the teahouse indifferently, but seemed not to see anything. He was still talking to the child in the carriage.

The second carriage slowly opened the door after the disciples had lined up in two rows, and a tall woman walked out. She was wearing light pink peach silk, a dark green skirt, and dark gold painting on the cloth. Her hair was delicately tied up, and a sword as thin as a flying flower was tucked into her sleeve. She walked like an elegant peacock strolling in a peach forest.

Just now, the bald guy surnamed Wang said that the girl Feiyan was a fairy with snow-white skin and beautiful appearance. This was pure flattery, but if it was applied to this person, it would be almost the same.

Guan Qianyan looked at them and didn't say anything for a while, but Feiyan Jianmen beside him had already started talking.

"Uncle Wei, who is this?" The girl from Feiyan Sword Sect looked at each other in astonishment and whispered.

The old man surnamed Wei was silent for a moment, then he sighed softly, "No wonder some people say that Luoying will definitely be among the top three. This is a conservative statement. I think the first place is almost settled."

The girl opened her eyes wide and spoke in a softer voice unconsciously: "Who is it?"

"The woman is Nan Guannu, [Mian Hua Shu Die], 23 years old, in the eighth life realm, and just entered the top 800 of the duck list this year." Elder Wei said softly, "This is the person we have always thought to be the top participant of Luoying Mountain. No matter how we compare, this person will not fall out of the top five."

"Oh my god."

“But I didn’t expect that.” The old man pursed his lips and looked at the man in the distance, “【Ku Feng】Xiang Zongyuan is not even twenty-five yet.”

The young man named Wen Yuan turned around in shock: "Is this Xiang Zongyuan?!"

"Yes, in the latest list, he is already at 632." The old man closed his eyes and sighed, "If he is not over 25 years old, how can others beat him?"

"Maybe." The girl said, "Maybe he just gave it to Nan Guannu."

"These two clans are not that close. You see, they are polite but not intimate with each other. It's the way they work together."

Pei Ye looked at Guan Qianyan, who nodded: "That's about it."

Countless eyes were cast over there, but the two men got out of the car and did not come over here at all.

Several green-robed disciples had already set up a canopy under the shade of a tree on the other side, and a few others walked towards the teahouse's kitchen, apparently intending to buy some tea to drink themselves.

Guan Qianyan watched them busying around, and suddenly smiled and said, "It's just like what Master said - this is the style of a prince."

"Oh?"

"Look at these disciples. They don't look like they are learning from a master. They are just slaves serving others." The girl said, "They have to pay for the true teachings even for a cup of tea. If they keep being inferior to others, their spirit will be worn out. How can they talk about swordsmanship?"

There really isn't such a clear hierarchy among peers in Kongtong. Pei Ye thought about it, turned around and saw the waiter coming with a pot, but couldn't help frowning.

".Miss Guan, what's wrong with serving others? You look down on me like this."

".Ah?" Guan Qianyan was stunned.

Pei Ye took the pear soup and two empty cups from Xiao Er and cooled them down with his Qi: "I am doing the same job as him, so be careful with your words."

He stood up with the pear soup and headed towards the Kongtong carriage. Guan Qianyan finally reacted and was overjoyed. He quickly said admiringly: "You are serving the real prince. I am also willing to be a servant beside the sword master. I don't know how good it is."

Pei Ye corrected him seriously: "I am not a servant either."

He picked up the pot and cup and walked towards Ming Qitian. The old man surnamed Wei from Feiyan Sword Sect beside him gestured to the middle-aged man, and the man understood and stood up with his sword: "Wen Yuan, Qi Zhi, Zi Xin."

The Feiyan girl had been listening attentively to the conversation at Pei Ye's table. She was startled and looked up. The middle-aged man said in a gentle voice, "Come on, follow me to greet our friends at Luoying Mountain."

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Ren Zixin was originally fascinated by their demeanor and had been looking forward to going over, but after hearing Guan Qianyan's sneer, he suddenly didn't want to get up. He just felt that the person he imagined running over to get to know them would be particularly eye-catching, and for a moment he said in a daze: "No, Dad, you guys go."

The man had long been accustomed to the girl's sensitivity and volatility over the past two years, so he did not try to persuade her and just took the two of them with him.

After all, it was not really midsummer, and it was quite cool under the shade of the trees. Pei Ye came over with the pear soup. As he approached the carriage, his ears and mind seemed to calm down at the same time.

He knocked on the car window twice: "Miss Ming, have a cup of pear soup."

"Thank you."

Pei Ye poured a cup, lifted the curtain and handed it in, leaning against the window to drink the second cup: "Miss Ming, when we get to the city, will you just leave? I heard them say that the sword selection meeting seems to be very lively."

"Who are they?"

"I heard that they are swordsmen in Shaolong, under the age of 25 for sects and under the age of 35 for independent warriors."

"Well, then we won't waste time." The woman lifted the curtain and handed over the cup. The sound of turning pages was heard again from inside the window.

".Oh." Pei Ye took the cup and drank it all up. "Alas, I heard from Guan Qianyan that Shaolong Dao is indeed not very popular in martial arts. Not only are there only two sword sects of Daoqihui level in the territory, Kongtong Luoying, but there is not a single Xuanmen swordsman under the age of 25."

"Xuanmen below the age of twenty-five are the most talented cultivators in any Dao. It is normal that there are none." The woman behind the curtain said, "Besides, many swordsmen don't like to improve their realms, but are more obsessed with studying swordsmanship. Other cultivators may have some."

"That's right." Pei Ye drank another cup and sighed, "I wonder if Lord Sui wants me to come before the sword selection meeting to fight or to watch. My whole body is still in pain."

"Yeah." The woman responded, and seemed to lift the corner of the curtain to take a look at what was in his hand, but Pei Ye turned his head and was attracted by the movement next to him.

On the other side, the canopy was set up and the tea was served. The two people from Luoying Mountain walked over while talking slowly.

"Feiyan Sword Sect has been ranked among the last three of the Seven Swords for many years, but this year it seems to have some potential," said Nan Guannu.

"The winds and clouds change, that's how it all started."

"They have guessed what happened at the Sword Training Institute." "The actions of all parties cannot deceive anyone. As long as they have a way to get some information about Lord Sui, they can vaguely see it." Xiang Zongyuan said, "Lord Sui didn't forbid it."

"Of course."

Xiang Zongyuan sat down and said, "Remember, after entering the city, if you come into contact with Lord Sui, you must be extremely careful and treat it properly."

"Of course I'm not stupid enough to offend such an adult."

"No, I mean it's better to do better."

".what for?"

Xiang Zongyuan was silent for a moment, turning the teacup in his hand: "The news from the prefectural city is that in just one month, there were no corruption cases or transfer orders from the capital, but the powers of nearly ten powerful officials in the prefectural government have changed."

Nan Guannu frowned.

"I'll give you three examples: He Jieping, the Minister of Rites, was promoted to the Junior Minister of Personnel; Shen Yuling, the Chief Clerk of the Government Office, was promoted to the Minister of Works; and after Gongsun Yue, the Minister of Rites, retired, Xiang Xiuxiao, the Deputy Historian of the Government Office, was promoted to the Minister of Rites. This was decided yesterday."

"." Nan Guannu's expression was extremely serious.

"The rest of the transfers are similar, with officials from the Ministry of Rites and the government being transferred to important positions in the Six Ministries."

Nan Guannu was silent for a moment, then suddenly frowned and said, "What about Gongtai Qing Tan Chuanyuan? Is he the only one left? He is young and his career is just beginning. Gongtai is also a place he has run for many years. How could he agree to give up his position to Shen Yuling?"

"Yes, unless there is a better place to go."

"The Minister of the Six Palaces is already the highest official, where else can he go. Unless..."

"Unless he is transferred to be the chief official of the government office."

"." Nan Guannu looked at him quietly, "Then Lord Sui."

"You can only use the prefectural seal."

“But the position of prefect is not—” Nan Guannu was speechless.

Xiang Zongyuan looked at her quietly, without saying anything else, and only said: "Whether these movements are just hearsay or true, we will know when we enter the city. As long as we have this matter in mind."

"Well, thank you, brother."

"Why should I thank you, fellow disciple?"

Nan Guannu was quiet for a while: "Then this sword selection meeting is more important than anyone thought."

The new governor's move to spread his wings.

"But that's another question." Xiang Zongyuan said, "Do you know how to list the Golden Book of Sword Selection?"

"I heard there is a review phase where the results are not entirely based on wins and losses."

"That's right. The winner is certainly at a high level, but it also depends on how they win, who they win, how old they are, and what their potential is. So we don't know how the competition will work yet, and after the competition, we have to 'point the golden book' again and agree on a list together." Xiang Zongyuan said, "Many people only treat it as a big competition, but they don't think enough."

"No matter what, we will have no problem getting two top five seats."

"Yes, but one first place is better than four top fives." Xiang Zongyuan said, "For this golden book that redefines the order of the martial arts world, we only want the first place."

"Which opponents have doubts?" Nan Guannu asked slowly.

"Of course there are strong opponents, but that's not what we should worry about." Xiang Zongyuan said, "I got some very strange news this morning."

"what?"

"The government office has first sent out invitations to a total of 22 people in the entire Shaolong area. They can be directly included in the Golden Book. You and I both have this invitation, so it is true. The rest will be selected without any threshold. The Ten Square Arena in the city has been fighting for ten days. After tomorrow's fight, 300 people will be decided. Then the remaining places will be selected from these 300 people." Xiang Zongyuan said, "Finally, those of us who are included in the list will go on the Jade Sword Stage, gather for evaluation, and rank, and finally compile this Golden Book. This is the information we have received so far."

"That sounds fine."

"Yes, but I suddenly learned this morning how many people would be chosen from these three hundred."

".Isn't it fifty people?"

"Forty-nine."

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Pei Ye sipped the pear soup in the cup again and was listening intently when suddenly a breeze felt on his face. He turned around and saw that the curtain of the car was lifted.

Pei Ye was stunned for a moment. The flawless face of the woman in the window was very close to him. He asked blankly, "What's wrong, Miss Ming?"

The woman's quiet gaze dropped to the empty cup that had been handed to him long ago.

"When will you pour me the second glass?"

".ah?"

Pei Ye and the woman looked into each other's eyes. He subconsciously shook the teapot in his hand, and the empty tea went into his stomach with a clang.

Miss Ming loves to eat pears, and he remembered that.

(End of this chapter)