Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 444 In the Garden
It's a good thing to keep in control.

Pei Ye praised Dao Qihui's generosity. In Shenjing, where every inch of land is valuable - he had experienced this deeply last night - they were able to provide students with free accommodation, making it a dream place for swordsmen in the martial arts world.

What’s more, it’s not a guest house, but a small courtyard with room for two or three people!

Pei Ye was actually looking forward to it - he really hadn't had a place like this to settle down since leaving Feng Huai, but the sword students around him were very reserved and didn't seem to take his words seriously at all, so he just kept his expression normal.

The "casual" that Duan Yu said seemed to be really casual. After saying this, he left, leaving only the sword students on the sword field.

"I thought Mr. Duan Yu would introduce us to each other, but it seems we have to make our own way." A man in the front row turned around and smiled. He was dressed in purple, with a hairpin and a high crown, and a precious sword in front of him. He bowed and said, "We are fellow swordsmen, and we will get along well in the future. I am Han Xiuben of the Southern School, and my master is Duan Dansheng. Nice to meet you all."

When the word "Nanzong" is spoken without any prefix, it naturally refers to the Nanzong of Yijian.

Even though it is far inferior to Tianshan in recent years, that is because Tianshan's momentum is too strong. The Southern School itself is firmly seated in the ranks of Shushan and Tianshan in the Daoqi Society. The old head master Sheng Xuefeng had ascended to the Tianlou many years ago, and Duan Dansheng was his second disciple. Han Xiuben had such a master, and he was undoubtedly the direct descendant of the Southern School.

In fact, many people have heard of this name, but now they are just facing the real person.

Another person said, "I've heard that Mr. Duan Yu is lazy. In order to avoid washing and changing clothes, he has specially cultivated the Buddhist 'immaculate body'."

"This secret technique is not easy to learn."

"He did some calculations and it seems that if he could live to be 90, all the rest of his life would be profitable."

Chu Shuiting laughed at the side: "You know it so well, you must be a Taoist disciple!"

The man smiled and bowed: "I am a Jingming Sect member and I am honored to meet you all."

There were no more than twenty people in total, and voices soon rose up. Amidst the slightly polite conversation, everyone introduced their names and origins to each other, and soon the composition of these twenty-odd people became roughly clear.

As usual, no one came to Yunlang Mountain.

Only one person from the White Deer Palace came from the Dragon Lord Dongting and other five families. He was the 27th generation [Sword Demon] who had become famous as soon as he arrived in Beijing last month. He was only 17 this year. He sat there without saying a word, and everyone recognized him.

There are more people in the twelve families including Tianshan, with as many as seven. Zuoqiu Longhua is the most well-known name, and from time to time someone would clasp his fists to signal. The remaining six people including Han Xiuben are also talented people who are not among the top five in their respective sects.

Ten people from Huashan and other twelve families came, Wen Zheng, Ning Shuhong, and Wang Shousi basically sat in the back row. Of the remaining three small families, only one person from Baiyuan Cave came, a thin and introverted brown-skinned boy with extremely long arms, holding a sword tightly on his back.

Then there were the six places from the Tang Dynasty. Three of them were recommended from all over the country. Their talents were not yet clear, but the gap between their kendo training and those of the sects was obvious.

The other person was the noble lady. She had been sitting quietly at the front. After Yang Zhenbing left, there was no one else sitting in the same row. The ancient beauty of her clothes and the elegance of her behavior revealed a subtle and difficult-to-cross gap. When it was her turn, she did not even raise her head, but simply said in a calm voice, "Lu Xiu."

There are five surnames and seven noble families in the Tang Dynasty. The word "Lu" does not need much embellishment. These huge and ancient families are embedded in the empire, and their roots are unknown how deep. They are older than the Tang Dynasty. Many so-called Jianmen holy places are nothing more than nouveau riche in this land to them.

Because the remaining two vacancies, which were said to be from the military, were both sitting quietly behind her, looking like her followers.

Everyone was meeting for the first time. They might have heard of each other's names, but they were still strangers to each other. As they chatted and laughed politely, Pei Ye discovered that these top sword talents were no different from ordinary people. Not all of them were cold and taciturn and obsessed with swordsmanship. They also discussed the prosperity of Shenjing City and asked which restaurant was cheap and delicious.

"Zhaixing Tower is very, very expensive." When talking about this topic, Pei Ye said to Ning Shuhong seriously.

Until Han Xiuben suddenly smiled and said, "Brother Shui Ting, I have been curious about your "Silkworm and Fish Sutra". How about a few moves from me?"

This is the sword field. They are the world's top swordsmen and everyone has a sword in hand.

This is a very natural invitation.

Chu Shuiting smiled, raised his sword, stood up and walked towards the open space. Then, many pairs of eyes became serious and bright.

Han Xiuben stepped forward, and the two men exchanged sword salutes, and sword lights lit up on the sword field.

Pei Ye immediately understood what Ning Shuhong meant by "If it's a sword fight, I can't even take ten moves."

What does it mean to have a hundred years of experience in Mount Shu? This man has been traveling around the world for several years, and his skin has been washed into a bronze color by the sun, wind and rain. He must have rarely encountered a sword that could compete with him.

In the seventeenth move, Chu Shuiting stopped his sword at Han Xiuben’s wrist and put away the sword with a smile.

Obviously with ease.

Han Xiuben took a deep breath, hugged his sword and admitted defeat.

Several sighs were heard on the field, and the differences between the sword students began to be clearly revealed. Han Xiuben was already a true disciple of the Southern School and was at the forefront. The sword he used had shocked many people, but Chu Shuiting's chess sword was probably firmly ranked in the top five or even the top three.

The sword is always the stage for geniuses, and even here, most people will be dim, with a few names being particularly prominent.

But when the sword flashed, the casual conversation stopped sporadically.

Yes, after exchanging the origins of our names, I became curious about your master and your sect, but what I was most curious about was your sword.

The invitation came quickly. It wasn't really a competition, but more like a duel of skills. Everyone was able to control themselves easily.

Pei Ye also felt a little itchy, but when he turned his head to look at Wang Shousi with great interest, the man had already stood up with Ning Shuhong holding swords.

"..."

Pei Ye subconsciously glanced at Zhu Shishi who was left beside him. Zhu Shishi raised her two short eyebrows and looked at him blankly.

Pei Ye quickly turned his eyes away.

Their eyes were wandering around the field, but of course no one came to test their swords with the young man sitting in the corner of the back row. Famous names would seek out famous names to get to know each other. Jianghu legends like Wen Zheng, Ning Shuhong, and Wang Shousi were also meeting each other for the first time, and those "ordinary" geniuses were obviously in the same circle, and it was not the first time they met each other.

Only a young man like Pei Ye, who was unknown to anyone, could only sit there quietly, just as when he said the four words "Shaolong, Pei Ye" just now, he only received a few polite glances.

Pei Ye searched a little lonely. In fact, after Ning and Wang left, he was completely unfamiliar with these people. It was not impossible to find someone to beat at random, but it was originally a competition based on interest. He was a little curious about the swordsmanship of his two new friends, not looking for a random stranger to fight.

Seeing that more and more people were gathering around the two of them and they wouldn't be able to disperse for a while, he sighed, stood up, and walked out of the sword field - this sword field was much larger than he had imagined, and since it was said to be "casual", then he could naturally walk around.

But after only two arches, Pei Ye stopped.

This is a garden shaded by green bamboos. The sounds from the sword field can no longer be heard. A silent and cold young man is standing here holding a sword book, with six swords on his back.

He left the sword field after leaving the word "whatever you want" on Duan Yu's behalf. However, unlike Pei Ye who was ignored by everyone, he obviously didn't like to be disturbed.

Pei Ye's eyes suddenly lit up, and the expression on his face was very clear. He smiled and clasped his fists and said, "Brother Yang, what a coincidence? Why don't we have a fight?"

Yang Zhenbing raised his head and was silent.

(End of this chapter)