Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 426 See Me in the Mirror
Pei Ye was about to look down when the picture suddenly broke, and everything suddenly shattered into darkness. Pei Ye knew that this was the result of the damage to [Seeing Body]. He frowned and pulled forward time. Finally, after about a day, the picture returned again.

It was approaching dusk and the snow seemed to have been falling all day and all night. It was now especially heavy and it was obvious that the convoy could not move forward.

The previously planned route might have to be changed. A whistle came from the front: "The master has given an order! Find an open space to set up camp and rest!"

Pei Ye was lying on an open-air ox cart at this time. He tilted his head and saw Qu Zhu beside him looking up at the sky. So he also looked up at the sky and saw a black eagle shadow hovering there.

Pei Ye paid attention to the man next to him. He had never interacted with a man of his age like this before.

Pei Ye knew that at this time he had colluded with Huansilou, and several ghostly faces were looming in the dark snow and wind around him.

This assassination eventually made Qiao Changyue occupy the position of Shaoqing of Gongtai. In exchange, he helped Huansilou complete the supply of heart amber from Jinyuzhai to Kongtong for 20 years. This is a key part of the [Mirror Dragon Sword Sea] plan.

Two months later, the surviving Sui Zaihua climbed back from the brink of death and caused Qiao Changyue to be executed. The two men who were lying side by side on the ox cart today went their separate ways and became enemies.

Qu Zhu turned around, smiled, and got out of the car: "I'm starving. I'll go help clean the stove."

Pei Ye nodded: "Go ahead, I can handle this by myself."

As he set up the camp layer by layer and the porridge was ready, someone called out to him hurriedly, "Shaoqing Sir is calling you over urgently!"

After the image was broken and messy, the distorted words were clear in my ears: ". Several young men said that they had blown the whistle before, but the two leading disciples in front have not been found. They suspected that they were lost and were going to pick them up together. I think you should go with them, and in case there are any difficulties, you can coordinate together."

"Oh, no problem." Pei Ye clasped his fists.

Pei Ye had understood by now that the time when the owner of the pendant spoke and acted violently and his mind was agitated was recorded deeply, while the time spent sleeping, chatting, and daydreaming was recorded shallowly, and thus was more worn out.

But it doesn’t matter, Pei Ye knows what is happening now.

The new snow was slippery and dangerous, so the two Kongtong disciples who were more familiar with the terrain went forward to explore the way and leave instructions for the carriages and horses.

And then they never came back.

Sui Zaihua and several Kongtong disciples went forward to look for them, and indeed saw the inscriptions they left behind. It turned out that they had gone further ahead to explore the way. They walked back chatting and laughing, and Sui Zaihua returned to the ox cart and sat down next to Qu Zhu again.

The convoy was full of strangers, and the two friends stayed together almost the entire time.

"I'm thinking about the prefectural capital. I still have to be careful with Qiao Changyue." Pei Ye knocked the snow off the soles of his boots and exhaled a puff of white steam while leaning against the car. "There are some things I can't tell you, sir. He's too hard to hear. But I heard that this man has great prestige, is cunning, and looks down on officials outside the prefecture. If our sir takes away his official hat, he might go crazy."

"What's wrong with you?" Qu Zhu seemed to smile, lying still, "We are protecting the adults, how can he poison us?"

Pei Ye laughed and then fell silent again: "Don't tell me, I've been an official for so long, but I'm still very sensitive. I often wake up in the middle of the night for no reason, and I always feel that swords are around me. Although this sounds extreme, if you think about it carefully, our master has no backing. Even if he really kills us, as long as he can't find out the truth in a year or two, then the new case will suppress the old one. Will anyone still remember it?"

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Pei Ye sighed softly: "Justice depends on people."

Qu Zhu was silent for a while, but then he said softly: "Without a backer, it's hard to make any progress in the officialdom of the prefecture."

"Yes." Pei Ye sighed, "I just mentioned to you that he might have reached the peak of his career as a minister of the Ministry of Industry. I don't know if he didn't understand or didn't want to think about it. So we have to support you. You are capable and ambitious, and you are the only upright person I have ever met in my life. You deserve to be promoted to a high position."

Qu Zhu suddenly laughed and tilted his head to look at him: "My lord, if there is no old pine tree to lean on, we are just two squirrels on the tree. The pine tree can't grow tall, so we can live in any other tree. Why are you still thinking of pulling it up?"

Pei Ye felt a chill, but this body was very relaxed and smiled: "I have to report this to the adults."

He then raised his head and looked up at the sky, then paused and said, "It's not that the pine tree is not tall, it's just that its roots grow low."

He tilted his head to look at the man next to him: "But no matter how low a pine tree is, it is still a pine tree, and no matter how high a grass is, it is still grass after all."

".I remember that day on the Rain Tower, weren't you eager to reach the top?"

The body was silent for a moment, then said softly, "My Lord, you have entered the first rank as a commoner. Actually, I want to do the same thing."

Yes, Lord Sui is also from a poor family, Pei Ye thought silently.

Qu Zhu raised an eyebrow: "Hmm?"

Pei Ye raised his hands and looked up at the sky, reciting slowly: "Dense pine trees grow at the bottom of the stream, and swaying seedlings grow on the mountain. The one-inch-thick stems of the other shade the one-hundred-foot-tall branches of the other. The descendants of noble families rise to high positions, while the talented are demoted to lower positions."

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"Well, what about you?" The body turned around and said with a smile, "I just mentioned your 'Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea' to you, and you said it was an accurate description, but I haven't heard you talk about your 'magic weapon'?"

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"Hmm? Didn't the adults talk to you about it?"

".We talked about it, but" Qu Zhu was silent for a moment, "sometimes in order to get the 'magic weapon', you have to give up a lot."

".What?"

"Nothing, it's just that we have to cross the sea."

Pei Ye stared at the man. Lord Sui had indeed experienced this nightmare personally, and his account was still accurate twenty years later, but at this time he obviously did not keep a vigilant eye on the colleague beside him.

Pei Ye knew the heavy burden Qu Zhu was carrying, so he was also clear about his determination to move forward.

So has Huansilou paved the way for you to get into the government? You've already lost your master and fellow apprentices, and now you're willing to betray your elders who you've been with for seven years? Are you just going to climb to the top alone?

This is very much like him, but not quite like Pei Ye. He tried hard to see through this man. He knew that Lord Sui had finally foiled this plot, forcing the other party to hide in the dark for only twenty years. However, his words and actions at this time clearly foreshadowed his future choice.

Pei Ye thought silently. The scene in front of him shattered again. When it gathered again, another day had passed.

The team is already in the "Big Tianlan".

And he has stopped vigilantly.

A tense atmosphere enveloped the entire team. Everyone in the field of vision was alert with their swords drawn. Pei Ye immediately found the current node and heard himself say solemnly, "We have to know what happened."

Su Xuchun beside him was speechless. Ji Changcun nodded. Pei Ye flew up from his horse with his sword in hand and disappeared into the wind and snow behind him.

Yes, this is when the four disciples who were heading forward all lost contact, and everyone in the team realized that something was wrong, but they were already deep in the "Great Sky Wave". Lord Sui remembered the strange footprints and realized that the pathfinder disciples might have pointed out another path for them.

As he flew over the convoy, Pei Ye quickly searched for the figure among the team.

As expected, he appeared in the field of vision, but this body did not pay any attention to him at all - Qu Zhu lowered his head and walked towards Yu Chaocai with sword in hand.

Pei Ye walked alone through the snow and wind, his cheeks were cut painfully, and even with the use of his true energy, his vision was still limited to five meters. He struggled to break out of the canyon and ran in the direction of his memory.

Pei Ye had not yet fully adapted to the sudden change of scene, but the body's throbbing heartbeat had been completely transmitted to him and grabbed Pei Ye's throat.

Just because he was too familiar with this physical condition.

Fenghuai Wine Cellar, Xincang Mountains, Xiangzhou Plains. He could completely relate to the life-threatening tension, the extreme calmness in the uneasiness, and the cold blood rushing through his body.

Yes, he was witnessing this long-forgotten tragedy twenty years later, but at that time Lord Sui was truly alone and in desperate situation. He didn't know who the enemy was or where they would come from. The enemy was almost certain to be Xuanmen, and he had never faced such a powerful opponent before.

It was snowing heavily in the mountains. He now ventured to leave the convoy. He didn't know if he could go back, and he didn't dare to think about what he would see when he returned.

Only when he was walking forward with his sword in the wind and snow and just as the other road turned around the mountain pass, did the bloody scene come into his sight.

No matter how many unknown fears there are, they are not as glaring as such a direct death. The two pathfinders were half buried in the snow. Their flowing blood seeped into the snow and froze into ice crystals. The cracks on their necks were covered with frost.

His body suddenly became cold, and Pei Ye slowly tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

A black robe appeared quietly in front of him, like a ghost in the chaos of white. Half of his face was exposed under the cloak, which was a colorful scene.

“That was the first time I met someone from Huansilou.”

Pei Ye remembered the old man's words, but at this time he felt the shock of this body, and his eyes were fixed on the scene - this was not the state of facing an obviously dangerous strange thing.

Lord Sui seems to have known them before?
Without any pause, the ghost flashed past in the field of vision. Pei Ye could not catch up with this speed at all, but this body had already drawn the sword. The sound of metal clashing came close to his ears, and his neck could feel a sharp chill.

A fierce and rapid fight suddenly broke out, the perspective changed drastically, and the bursting sword shadows filled everything within sight.

Pei Ye did not analyze this battle. Although he felt the same as Lord Sui, this was an old scene from twenty years ago after all, and he already knew its outcome.

He was still thinking about Qu Zhu's figure holding his sword and walking towards the front of the convoy. He gradually frowned. He clearly saw things that he had never seen before, but the inexplicable sense of contradiction became stronger. He felt that the answer was getting further and further away from him.
But his eyes suddenly became blank, and his keen sense of sword brought him back to the present.

The chaotic sword shadows were still intertwining, but a strange feeling had already surged up uncontrollably. Lord Sui, why did you draw your sword like this?
Pei Ye had only seen Lord Sui draw his sword once.

It was in the mountain rain of Dakongtong that he pinned Sima to the ground with that stunning sword light.

Lord Sui is the dean of the Sword Training Academy, a position that certainly isn't open to anyone. He once humbly said in Bowang that he wasn't very talented, but the sword that nailed Yeque to death almost made Pei Ye stare at him with admiration.

So of course he could organize a sword selection meeting, because he was one of the most famous sword masters in the whole Shaolong, and what he said at the meeting was often the final word.

But now the sword fight in front of me
It was by no means unintense, nor was it of a low level. In fact, each move was terribly solid. This body also had an extremely profound understanding of sword fighting, at least surpassing the likes of Shang Huaitong. The game between the two was thrilling.

But the sword in his hand seemed to be trapped in an invisible cage. It was a weapon, not a "sword". There was no sudden flash of inspiration, no magical movement, which made Pei Ye feel constrained everywhere.

He watched the sword fight in a daze, feeling that the sense of contradiction was becoming more and more obvious, and vaguely realized that something seemed to be wrong.

However, what is more obvious is that such a sword is not enough to win the victory.

This Eight-Life Opera Face was terribly strong, and Pei Ye suspected that he was strong enough to rank in the top 500 of the Duck List. As time passed, Lord Sui's disadvantage in swordplay was almost unsustainable. Several cracks appeared on his body, and his sword power was pressed to the brink of collapse.

And the next moment, a roaring sea of ​​fire suddenly rose from the surrounding void.

This was the moment before the sword was about to collapse. Pei Ye knew better than anyone that the sword in his hand no longer had any room for maneuver. The overturned sea of ​​fire at this moment was a means that the Mai Shu realm could hardly cope with.

Pei Ye couldn't imagine how the old man managed to win in such a desperate situation, but even though his body was tense, he was not on the verge of hysteria.

He was almost calm and composed. The sea of ​​fire was pouring down on him, and the tip of the sword was pointing directly at his throat. At this moment, time seemed to stand still. Sui Zaihua twisted his body and held the sword horizontally. He took seven steps on the straight cedar behind him. The exploding sword energy broke through the sea of ​​fire in an instant.

He reached his hand behind him, and Pei Ye realized that there was another handle hanging under his robe.

Flames stuck to his clothes and cheeks. Sui Zaihua, who had pushed open the fire curtain, looked at the scene coldly. The opponent's ghostly sword light was approaching his neck even faster.

In an instant, the sword was broken and the throat was split, and a stunning knife light that was unparalleled in the world cut off everything.

There is a clear difference between the handles of a knife and a sword.

Under the quiet moonlight night, Qu Zhu gently stroked the straight handle under his robe, while the river flowed generously in front of him.

This is the season when all things are dying, but the seeds behind me are growing silently, and the tentacle-like mysterious energy is slowly spreading around.

Qu Zhu turned around and saw a beautiful and mysterious scene in front of him.

Sima really could not survive. He had completely sacrificed his body. His already broken limbs and torso were now completely separated, and his flesh and blood were shaped into delicate flowers.

The projection of the fairy fire fell on the ground, and the moment it reached the distance, a transparent flame flowed out from the core, turning the entire flame into colorless.

Now these flames spread out into a pure holy realm. It burned quietly, and the grass and moonlight seemed to be covered with a layer of crystal glass. The radius was already twenty meters, but it was still extending outward - this process required a lot of spiritual power.

A gorgeous, crystal-clear tree grew in the center of the flame.

That was Sima's entire meridian system, which was completely wrapped in this flame, with another 'spark' in the center. It grew, gradually becoming slender, majestic, and beautiful, with bones clinging to it and flesh and blood blooming into soft and beautiful flowers at the end.

The process did not seem to be painful. Sima closed his eyes peacefully, and the flames slowly seeped out from his meridians to permeate every inch of bones and muscles, every piece of flesh and blood, like turning a strange tree into colored glaze bit by bit.

Qu Zhu watched quietly. He had heard of such things before.

——"Where is [Xijun]?"

"Wherever the fairy fire goes, [Xijun] is everywhere."

This question and answer took place seventeen years ago, but Qu Zhu remembers this sentence clearly every day.

A strange will has begun to emerge from this pure flame.

"Faceless" first makes this body spiritual and pure, and every bit of flesh and blood it has purified can be reached by the will. Then the "immortal fire" will trace back to the main body from the projection, and when the real immortal fire gushes out from its depths, it will also bring the will hidden in it.

Qu Zhu watched this scene quietly, the sparkling fire reflected on the stage.

"Is the formation ready?" Sima suddenly opened his eyes and said hoarsely.

"We will jump 378 miles. After landing, we will go south for 80 miles. Ming Qitian is there." Qu Zhu said softly, "It's been half a quarter of an hour. The Immortal Terrace has begun to close in."

"There's enough time."

Sima slowly closed his eyes.

On the magnificent tree that was winding more than ten feet high, the transparent flame covered every branch and dyed every red flower, ready to seep into it. Everything seemed peaceful at this moment.

The distant will that is about to take over has already been born from the flames, but it is still contained in the fire. Only after it truly controls the body can it gain perception of the outside world.

Sima bowed his head to the formed "embryo" and slowly and respectfully withdrew his body.

Qu Zhu looked at this scene and could almost foresee what would happen next - Sima's will was replaced by flames, and at the first moment when the legendary "Xijun" took over, this body would begin to communicate with heaven and earth and move towards the Tianlou.

This is almost the top secret of the Huansi Tower, and it has never been revealed to anyone in the past twenty years. If it were not for this opportunity, Sima would rather die holding the two projections.

But now, no matter how much protection the Immortal Platform has put in place, the supreme power belonging to the Immortal King is no longer with the woman after all.

The spreading flames finally stopped, and the mysterious energy began to return to this body and burn in the flames. Sima's will was about to completely leave this body.

Four hundred and sixty miles away, under the stars and the moon, a wide and stable carriage was galloping on the road. Inside the carriage, Ming Qitian was leaning against the candlelight, quietly reading the sword manual.

In order to escort the young prince, the Immortal Terrace dispatched two guards, one bright and one dark, to visit the palace. At this time, the surroundings were quiet and peaceful, and it didn't seem like anything was going to come.

On the Holy Spirit Tree by the river, bones, flesh and blood had begun to reassemble. Sima uttered one last hoarse voice before leaving his body: "Qu Zhu, start the formation."

Qu Zhu looked at this mysterious scene quietly, his body still weak after being seriously injured.

He clearly felt the powerful will behind the flames. It had been a long time since he had felt such an uncontrollable contraction of the heart and lungs. It was not a lofty oppression, but almost peaceful and calm, like an ancient and long life.

How many years has he existed, eight hundred or a thousand? What kind of power does he possess, enough to subvert so many things? Why did he launch the Happy Death Tower into the world?
Regardless, he was here.

Qu Zhu slowly raised his hand, and on the river surface behind him, the formation he had just drawn began to float mysteriously.

Thousands of fine and beautiful streams of water rushed towards the Holy Spirit Fire Tree, beginning from the edge of the fairy fire thirty feet away, forming the appearance of a [Treasure Raft on the Other Shore]. It enveloped everything about the fire, without even a trace of leakage.

This was a battle formation that had already been drawn up in the river, and preparations for activation had already been completed.

"I think it's still in time." Qu Zhu said softly.

He looked quietly at the head on the tree top and suddenly clenched his fist!

[Sima]'s pupils suddenly shrank and he turned his head in disbelief to stare at him.

Thousands of tiny streams suddenly turned into water mist, and the area thirty feet in radius turned into a fog in an instant.

The formation within the formation, [clouds lock the red building].

All mysteries are me.

The mysterious energy that was returning to the fire tree suddenly stagnated and disappeared. All the mysterious energy within thirty feet turned into clouds and mist, and was only controlled by the master of the formation.

Shocked rage appeared on Sima's face, and the spreading flames suddenly became more intense, evaporating all the mist in an instant, but the next moment a steady stream of water poured into the area again.

Next to it was a broad river, a place that Qu Zhu had already chosen. Ximian looked at the mysterious sacred tree indifferently, and slowly walked towards it with his sword in hand.

But this has alarmed the will in the flame.

He was still unable to perceive the outside world accurately, but with just a glance, Qu Zhu suddenly froze in his tracks, his mind and spirit seemed to be shattered, and he spat out a mouthful of blood that spurted onto the ground.

Just like a lion or tiger watching an ant, a ban can be drawn up with just one will, and mortals are forbidden to enter the stage of immortals and saints.

This was an iron rule that was directly enacted in the state of mind. Qu Zhu stood stiffly three feet away, unable to move forward even a bit.

But the next moment he took another light step, still looking directly at the crystal clear and magical flame. In his palm, a misty pearl emitted a faint light.

The next moment, all the flames rolled towards him like poisonous dragons. Without the mysterious energy, these spiritual fires themselves were deadly enough killing weapons. Behind them, Sima had completely withdrawn from his body. The fairy fire wrapped around the tree of flesh and bones, and was slowly shedding its outer coat.

As long as [Xijun] takes over this body and truly comes into contact with this world, all problems will no longer be problems.

For this moment, all the thirty-zhang fairy fires rushed over. They were the only projections in Sima's body, the true seeds of fairy fire that came with Xijun's will. Xuan Qi could not resist them, and true Qi could be easily penetrated. They were indeed tough enough.

Qu Zhu still walked forward in silence, the fairy fire in the sky surged towards him, he slowly raised his hand - a spot of red suddenly appeared in it.

It was as if a red flag appeared among the white robes of thousands of soldiers, or as if a crack appeared in perfection. That was the spark he returned to Sima.

Something that could kill him at any time had been lurking in his dantian for twenty years. Many times he thought about it longer than he thought about Xitingxin.

The fire curtain suddenly exploded, and Qu Zhu walked out of the sea of ​​fire. He looked at the body in front of him that was wrapped in fairy fire, and the will inside was about to slowly come into contact with it.

Qu Zhu raised his hand and pressed it.

Then the entire tree of flesh and bones disappeared.

It disappeared completely, as if it had never existed, leaving only the fairy fire still floating in the air. Of course, it could no longer bring down anything.

The powerful will inside was silent. He knew he had been interrupted, but all the feedback from the outside world was too abstract.

Until he felt the indifferent gaze from outside through the fire curtain.

The two wills collided at the same time, and in an instant they vaguely touched each other - on one side was the incomplete and strange stage screen, and on the other side, was a withered old finger tapping on the cover of a book, with ink stains on the cuffs.

Just a flash.

This consciousness was silent, the descending spirit body was eliminated, and the way back was blocked by the abnormal fire. In silence, he annihilated himself.

Only this pure white flame is left.

Qu Zhu looked at it quietly for a while, then put it away with his sleeves.

The clouds and mist around him slowly dissipated. Water comes and goes invisibly. Qu Zhu straightened his sleeves, leaving no trace around.

At this time, the tree of flesh and bones reappeared, but it was no longer crystal clear, only strange and beautiful. Sima, whose body and mind were forcibly integrated, was now in a state of physical decay. He looked at the quiet black robe in front of him in disbelief: "Why are you..."

Pei Ye stared at the knife light in a daze. He had never known that Lord Sui had such attainments in swordsmanship.

Especially at this age.

Everything was a bit confusing, and countless threads began to dance in his mind. Pei Ye didn't know which one to grab - had Qu Zhu taught him? After all, they had been together for seven years.

Or is it that Lord Sui is just gifted?

There must be something wrong. Pei Ye suddenly felt inexplicably panicked, and then he discovered that this body was also in panic.

He tightly gripped the hilt of the knife, trying to regulate his breathing and organize the energy after the bloody battle. But the tension in his emotions was uncontrollable.

Almost panic-stricken.

He ran back desperately. When he left the valley, he held his sword and kept alert of his surroundings. Now he ran at full speed without any regard for the consequences, and the snow on the trees he passed by rustled down.

Pei Ye quickly figured out why.

The swordsmanship of the man in black robe just now was too vicious and his methods were too strange. It was almost as if the weapon was specially trained for killing people.

And there is only one person in this team who is most worth killing.

Pei Ye felt genuinely sad as he was stunned. He had never thought that this powerful and calm adult had also had such a panicked moment. Watching such a desperate situation really made one feel powerless.

He must have great respect, trust and closeness to the upright governor who rescued him from distress. The day before yesterday, they were still discussing their vision after arriving in the provincial capital in the carriage.

Pei Ye suddenly recalled the morning when he went up to the tower after winning the Autumn Championship. The old man in black clothes and gray hair stood quietly in front of the calligraphy in Han Ge.

"Do you recognize it?"

"antiquity"

"In ancient times, ambitious men first experienced poverty and then suffered from worries. In life, they rowed their oars in the middle of the stream." He turned forward after reading it, and Pei Ye did not see his expression. "Later, this man was killed by treacherous officials."

Lord Sui also went to the provincial capital with sincerity. He believed in the governor's teachings of "only taking the right path", but he experienced such a tragedy.

Pei Ye was thinking in a daze, and suddenly stopped, and this body had returned to Datianlan.

The description in words can never reach the impact of the picture.

Dozens of lives turned into corpses, horrific wounds, flowing blood, frightened cattle and horses. In the wind and snow, three black robes fluttered around like bats and owls, and people fell down like harvested wheat wherever they passed.

Su Xuchun was struggling to hold on, and Ji Changcun was relying on the official seal to fight one-on-one, but both were in obvious danger.

Pei Ye clenched the knife handle tightly and rushed forward, killing the man in front of Su Xuchun with the knife. Hot blood splashed on his cheek. He didn't have time to listen to anyone's call and ran desperately towards the lead car.

Qu Zhu, with blood all over his body, was holding a sword in one hand and flipping over an overturned carriage, revealing Lord Yu who was hiding underneath.

The old man was not injured, but the wind and snow alone made his face turn pale.

The body suddenly pounced forward and knelt on the ground, injecting internal energy into Yu Chaocai. With trembling fingers, he quickly untied his robe, trying to wrap up the old man and take him away.

Yu Chaocai held a dagger in his hand, and murmured palely, "No, no, run away. Separate, don't worry about me, Wuhui, and leave quickly."

The man kneeling in front of him trembled his lips, but said nothing. At this time, he raised his head and saw Ji Changcun suddenly covering his abdomen with a cold sweat.

The man's heart and lungs suddenly contracted, and he clenched the hilt of the knife tightly, but a cold sword had pierced through his chest from behind, and stabbed into the throat of the old man in front of him with blood spurting out.

Two pairs of eyes faced each other in disbelief, and the pair on the opposite side, like a dead tree in an old pond, dimmed faster.

The man slowly turned his head and looked at the man holding the sword. In the dark night, blood slowly flowed from the forehead of this colleague, and he suddenly found that this face was so unfamiliar.

The man twisted the sword and completely crushed the left chest and throat of the two men.

The body's anger and astonishment erupted at the same time, he drew his sword and turned around, and two friends of similar age and similar futures fought a life-and-death battle at this moment.

Pei Ye felt truly sad for Lord Sui, but at this moment he stared even more intently at the man in front of him with a blurred face. As the swords and sabers flashed and shadows intersected, he only felt a growing sense of confusion.

He tried hard to grasp a smooth thread, but it was completely impossible until his keen sense of sword once again pulled him into the present moment, but this time the sword was not in his own hand, but came from the opponent's hand.

Pei Ye was completely stunned.

——Why did Qu Zhu use a sword in such a life-and-death fight?

Pei Ye's thoughts froze here, because what happened next left him completely confused.

This story should have ended here.

After four rounds, Lord Sui will be pierced through the chest by a sword again, and then his chest will be broken by a palm strike from Xuanmen who comes from behind, and he will be buried in ice and snow from then on.

Qu Zhu would naturally go with Huansi Tower, and Lord Sui would also be resurrected from the dead and return to the city.

But that’s not how this fight went at all.

The strength of this body was unimaginable. After two battles and being pierced through the chest, he still maintained an amazing fighting power. He fought a life-and-death battle with the man in front of him. In his rage, he almost made the opponent completely unable to resist, exchanging injuries for injuries. In just ten rounds, he broke the sword with one knife and nailed the man to the wall of the car with the sword.

And Xuanmen behind him had already killed Ji Changcun.

Pei Ye turned around slowly with blood all over his body. He was seriously injured and his Qi was almost exhausted. There was no companion standing around him. The valley was filled with the smell of blood as the wind and snow were howling.

He looked at the black robe in front of him. He did not escape danger by faking his death as he said later, because at this moment a tremendous force from heaven and earth began to flow through his body.

Standing in front of this powerful enemy, he stepped into the Xuanmen without dodging, relying on his seriously injured body.

This power was obviously too unfamiliar, and his physical condition was obviously too weak. Even though he had reached the same realm as the enemy and even though the enemy was also injured, this battle was too brutal.

The swordplay ultimately failed to make up for the gap. The two men, who were equally on the verge of death, pressed themselves against the cliff, using their last strength to fight against each other with their cold blades. The man in black robe was clearly better, staring at him with murderous intent. But at this moment, Pei Ye suddenly dropped his sword and raised his hand to strangle the man in black robe's shoulder.

He put his fingers together and raised them. A sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard in the wind and snow behind him. The pupils of the man in black robe shrank suddenly, but a piece of cold blade had pierced through the back of his neck, and the tip of the sword stopped at Pei Ye's throat with blood.

Pei Ye watched this scene quietly.

The black robe slipped off in front of him, and he staggered, supporting himself with his sword, and came in front of his friend with whom he had just fought a life-and-death battle.

The sword was pulled out from his chest, and he sat down on the ground powerlessly, at the end of his life.

Pei Ye watched himself silently crossing the sword blade, and the confusion in his mind slowly calmed down at this moment. He felt his body cold, as if he was one with this body in the wind and snow.

He suddenly understood countless things.

Why Yingmian knew everything so well in Bowang; why his investigation in the first half of Kongtong was never obstructed by Qu Zhu; why he was able to crack the [Mirror Dragon Sword Sea]; why Lord Wu died without telling him.

Pei Ye watched himself put the blade against the throat of this friend. This dying betrayer was no longer ruthless or pretending. He tilted his head and looked at him sadly: "Qu Zhu. The terrain made it so. It has been going on for a long time."

The sword paused, then was pulled horizontally with force, and the faceless head rolled to the ground.

Twenty years ago, only one person survived the Datianlan.

Qu Zhu leaned quietly against the snow wall. He could hardly move, nor did he want to move. He let the wind and snow quietly bury him. He raised the sword and reflected it in front of Pei Ye, only to find that only this face had never been blurred.

So clear and familiar, the pride before the age of thirty and the coldness after the age of thirty appear on this face at the same time.

Only about a quarter of an hour later, more people in black robes descended here. The leader had a purple-gold face, and a silent shadow pressed down on him.

The seriously injured man in "Huan Si Lou" said in a low voice, looking up at these strange enemies, "Do you want to be the nail in the government office?"

"You have already obtained Xiting Heart. We are here to help you obtain Daliang!" Sima shouted hoarsely. The seemingly always calm master was almost hysterical at this moment. "Do you know what you are doing?!"

Qu Zhu slowly straightened his clothes and boots, brushing off the dust and smoothing out the wrinkles, until the roar of the bones beside him finally stopped, panting heavily and staring at him with red eyes, he slowly turned his head and whispered: "I never wanted [Daliang]."

Sima's expression suddenly froze.

"What's the relationship between Daliang and Hushan Jianmen?" Qu Zhu said calmly, "Ever since you told me that you wanted to seize [Xi Ting Xin], what I wanted to do was to get rid of you."

Sima seemed to have heard the most ridiculous thing in the world: ".You want to get rid of us? To protect Xi Tingxin?! -Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

He laughed crazily: "What a joke! You cracked the Star Burial Mound with your own hands! You destroyed the star worms with your own hands! You were expelled from the sect because you sneaked into the temple and killed the master - all this happened before you met us!! Aren't you the one who has always wanted Xitingxin the most?!"

"Now we give it to you!!" he roared again.

"We have spent twenty years for Daliang! The Soul-Grabbing Orb! The Mirror Dragon Sword Sea! Which one of them is not your twenty years of hard work?! Now we are going to take over Xiting! And you will be our leader!!" Sima roared and glared at him, "Now you tell me that you are going to destroy everything you have spent twenty years on with your own hands?!"

"Yes." Qu Zhu said calmly.

Sima looked at him ridiculously: ".Just because you don't want to be the host of the Happy Death Tower?!"

Qu Zhu quietly looked at the river in front of him. If it weren't for the four words "killed the master", he would have rarely thought about the old man's distant face.

In the corridor outside the bronze temple, there was blood-stained, cold, and absolute rage.

He broke into the temple without permission, and his master saved him with his own life. When he came out, he was seriously injured and on the verge of death. It was almost the first time he bit his lip and cried since he could remember.

Facing the furious old man, he gritted his teeth, tremblingly slowly drew out the sword at his waist, staggered over, knelt on the ground with the sword in his hands.

"Master." He gritted his teeth and sobbed, "I will never give it up in this lifetime. I must take it down and leave it to Hushan Jianmen, regardless of any ancestral rules! Please kill me. Otherwise, I will definitely come a second and third time."

He banged his forehead on the ground, wept, and held the sword above his head for a long time, but only a dry hand gently stroked his head.

".Of course." He said calmly, "Because I am the 69th generation disciple of Hushan Sword Sect, Qu Wuhui."

He raised his hand gently, and Sima's whole body suddenly froze. The master of the play who had lost his true mystery had his consciousness wiped out. The tree of flesh and bones collapsed to the ground, and there was no trace of magic anymore, just like debris scattered everywhere.

Then he casually threw a small black bead and a colorless flame, causing it to disappear into the pile of debris.

He raised his hand to take off the tattered mask on his face, then gently pinched it and turned it into powder, which then dissipated with the river water.

He patted the debris on his hands. A loud whistling sound was heard in the wilderness, and in an instant, streams of mysterious energy came flying towards him.

It had been just a quarter of an hour since Sima left the Demon Prison Land, and the Immortal Platform had already surrounded the place where he landed.

"Master Sui, are you okay?"

The old man with gray hair and black clothes shook his head.

".Sure enough, he didn't take the bait." Xiao Changgong frowned and tilted his head, "Remember: Sima committed suicide just as expected; Qu Zhu left no trace."

"It makes sense." Sui Zaihua responded casually. He lowered his head to wipe the mud off his boots on the stone, and quietly looked at the clear face reflected on the river.

Familiar and unfamiliar.

The river is broad and silent; it flowed like this thirty years ago.

I can’t bear to think about the past, I often see the old face at night.

The lonely man sleeps by the lamp, afraid of the autumn wind, and shakes off a branch of sad dream.

Who would believe if I hadn’t seen your whereabouts? Now I have revealed your name and whereabouts.

I have traveled all over the world and met you in the mirror. Looking back, my heart is still as clear as ice.

The picture shattered again, and when it came together again it was a rainy night in Bowang.

Yu Chaocai was buried in his hometown with great ceremony. In front of his grave, a lonely figure stood in the rain late at night.

This was the last scene of this bead. Pei Ye watched quietly, watching himself throw the [Jian Shen] tied on his hand into the tomb.

"We have lived together for many years, and it is all in the pearl." He said in a low voice, "Master Yu, for the rest of my life, I will definitely destroy the Happy Death Tower."

".Pei Ye, did you see anything?"

The moonlit night was still quiet, and Pei Ye seemed to have been away from the bead for a while, but he had just come back to his senses.

"Pei Ye, if you see anything important, you can discuss it with me." Li Piaoqing looked at him anxiously and worriedly, trying hard to hide his nervousness, as if he hoped that he could see something key from it, but he didn't want the information to be read by the young man.

".No." Pei Ye raised his hand and rubbed his brow for a while, stretched and smiled, "Where did you find this diary-like thing? It's even more boring than Yang Yan's sword practice."

(End of this chapter)