Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 473: Sword Field Incident (Part )
Ning Shuhong certainly didn't want Shishi to fall into his hands, and no matter how much he tried to persuade her, she was still taken away. In the end, Pei Ye still couldn't avoid being suppressed by Wang Shousi.

However, Pei Ye just found out that this little girl who was about ten years old had actually broken into the sixth realm a few days ago, and he suddenly understood why she was so valued by the sect.

Two hours later, the three of them sat at the edge of the sword field, feeling relaxed and refreshed. The stars were sparse and the moon was bright in the sky. The wind blew through their sword-training uniforms, taking away the burning heat from their muscles and bones.

"In fact, you are limited in realm. Apart from Shishi, I really didn't expect that there are people who entered the sword training academy but haven't reached the upper second realm." Wang Shousi placed the sword across his knees, with his hands drooping on it. "The true qi is always the most intimate energy of the sword, which in turn limits its use. After reaching the upper second realm, the true qi leaves the body, and the sword is completely liberated - you don't even know the true qi technique, right?"

“I’ve fought with the Seventh Swordsman before, and I did have this feeling, but it was only after I got here that I felt it was a ravine.”

"Who did you fight with?"

"Qi Sheng." Pei Ye pondered for a moment, "It seems that I killed all those who fought with me in this realm."

Wang Shousi was speechless again, but Ning Shuhong next to him narrowed her eyes and looked at him.

Wang Shousi counted his own pitiful experience in life-and-death battles, and said, "I will not kill nameless people with my sword."

Pei Ye then said: "I remember there was a sword master in Kongtong for ten years, his name was Xi Tianji."

Ning Shuhong raised her eyebrows: "I've heard of it."

Wang Shousi said: "I guess he doesn't know how to use a sword."

Pei Ye thought about the opponents he encountered after coming to the Sword Training Academy, and did not refute.

"Anyway, you should enter the upper realm as soon as possible so that we can have a good fight. To be honest, before I came here, I hadn't felt the threat of being pricked by a needle in the hands of my peers for a long time."

"I have?"

"You have. You, Shuhong, and my two classmates, each one hurts more than the other."

"Okay, it's almost there, actually."

Ning Shuhong leaned against a tree nearby and sighed, "How can playing chess and sword be really enjoyable? It's always just playing house. It gets boring after playing too much."

When Pei Ye and this bright-hearted woman fought swords against each other, he always felt like he was facing a ferocious beast that had not yet woken up. When she drew her sword, you knew it stood up, but it just yawned in response, with some violent power still sleeping in its body.

Pei Ye couldn't help but nodded, thinking of Yijian with the determination of "trying to win" and "I must kill him". He was in two completely different states. After wandering between the limits of life and death for a long time, he was a little uncomfortable with his "weakness" in his normal state.

Wang Shousi looked at his two classmates who were smiling at each other and thought, "So, my potential has never been fully developed. I have won first place in the nine consecutive sword associations, but it is only half of my true strength?"

"No, you are probably the kind of person who is only suitable for playing chess and sword." Ning Shuhong said.

Wang Shousi sighed, "It's okay. In less than two months, there will be something that is not just a joke. Then I will see the true level of Ning Zhenchuan."

He turned back to look at Pei Ye: "I guess you don't know, right?"

Pei Ye was indeed at a loss: "What?"

"The Chang'an Yudong Sword Gathering will be held after the first snow in December. It is the last sword gathering in the capital this year." Wang Shousi said, "New swordsmen who come to the capital must show their skills at a first-class sword gathering so that others will know how famous you are. There is no Xiangjian in Emei this year, so Shuhong will definitely go all out."

Pei Ye suddenly realized and couldn't help asking, "What if it doesn't snow in December?"

".It will open even if it doesn't snow."

Pei Ye thought that by that time the snow would pile up into balls, and a thin layer of frost would hang on the branches. It would be a real pleasure to play chess and drink wine under the clear sky.

"It was gone before then?"

"Of course there are. How can a place like Shenjing be without sword competitions? Take Xichi for example. I see various poetry competitions and martial arts competitions every day. Whoever stands out will be mentioned by everyone the next day." Wang Shousi sighed, "Shenjing is a place where fame and fortune are everywhere, but unfortunately there are many people vying for it."

"Brother Wang, do you want to go?"

"Of course. How can I enter the treasury empty-handed? I'll go for a walk when I have time. The Golden Crow Sect still depends on me to make a name for myself in the Divine Capital."

Pei Ye sighed: "I'd better keep a low profile."

The two chatted while Ning Shuhong supervised Zhu Shishi's sword moves. Until the moon rose higher, Zhu Shishi yawned first, and the three of them stood up and said goodbye.

Only Pei Ye was left still sitting under the moon.

The sweat on his body had all dried off. In the deep night of Shenjing, the sky was reflected with a faint light. Insects and birds were sparse in the early winter. Only the occasional sound of swords could be heard from the distant sword field from those who were still practicing.

Pei Ye sat quietly for a while with his eyes closed. In this cold environment, he stood up, holding the sword in his hand, raised his hand and slowly stabbed out an unfamiliar sword move.

It was different from all the sword styles he had learned before. It was not as lifelike as the Jade Jade, not as thunderous as the Avalanche, and not as dreamlike as the Snow Sword.

As the sword thrust out, a cold and vast feeling spread out in all directions. This was not the temperament of Shenjing City, which was further north. This was also not the temperament of Xincang Mountain or Yufei Mountain, which was further east than that.

It is a vast and cold place that spans dozens of states. Riding a horse in such an uninhabited place makes one feel like the only living being in the world.

Pei Ye chose such a night to try this sword move for this very reason.

It was the most straightforward and simple sword move. There was no threshold to it. After the mind and the hands were in place, a special Qi circuit was instantly formed. This sword move was first a defensive sword move. It did not require much Qi and strength to release. After it took shape, it immediately transformed into two states: "vague" and "solid".

"Northern Rain in the First Moon"·[Yunhan]

This is definitely a novel and mysterious treatment for Pei Ye. This is exactly the Spring Sword among the four "Chao Chuan" swords that the woman chose for him. The meaning of the sword is just as its name suggests - in January and February, not later; it is for the north rain, not the south rain.

The temperament of this sword immediately pulled Pei Ye out of the game between the cicada and the sparrow. There were almost no traps or changes of tactics. It was frank, clear, and even casual. This made Pei Ye think of the unique transcription and packaging of this sword book.

If the Jade Sword always wins by being unpredictable and caught off guard, this one is closer to a sword with a clear hand, so the ideas and logic are completely different. Pei Ye slowly experienced this sword, and countless new ideas for playing sword began to emerge in his mind at the same time. This is what is called "opening up the sword field".

That night Pei Ye flipped through the sword manuals in his mind and learned three moves of this new sword.

In Jingzhao Prefecture, candlelight flickers.

Li Zhao walked in with an old case file. Di Jiu was slowly drinking a cup of tea in front of the case.

"Sir, we found it." Li Zhao spread the case file on the table with a heavy expression.

Di Jiu looked over:

[In September of the Renshen year, he was promoted to General of the Left Jinwu Guard, in charge of the guards of the prefecture, and supervised the patrols of the streets and shops in the capital, with two Guoyi officers assisting in the patrols.]

Di Jiu continued to read, and the next line read: [In the seventh month of the Ji Mao year, he performed his duties with excellence and was favored by the emperor, and was promoted to General of the Left Jinwu Guard.]

"According to what you said, nine years ago, the only officer above the fifth rank in the Jinwu Guard who was transferred was this one."

".Yang Juhu." Di Jiu closed his eyes and tapped the table lightly. "Nine years ago, he was a powerful Lieutenant Colonel and directly led the Yiwei. Two years ago, he was promoted to general. What is his background?"

"Over the years, the imperial guards and frontier troops have rotated. This one is from the northern border and returned to the capital. His original position was a powerful military officer of the fourth rank." Li Zhao whispered, "The letter of appointment says 'transfer', but in reality, for him, returning to the capital is a demotion."

"Is he having a bad time in Northern Xinjiang?"

".But I can't find it."

Di Jiu nodded indifferently: "It's great that an outsider can be promoted so quickly. We have found the right person."

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"Is there anyone else going back with him?"

". I have never seen it in the three levels above and below."

Di Jiu slowly frowned.

His idea for the investigation was simple. The Taiping Cao Gang suddenly rose nine years ago, and its rise must have been inseparable from the connivance and even support of the Shenjing Supervisory System. Nine years ago, the inspection power was transferred from Jingzhao Prefecture to Jinwu Guard. The changes in the Jinwu Guard's official positions during this period were definitely worthy of attention.

Yang Juhu came from the northern border. Di Jiu already had a rough idea of ​​the person behind him, but how was he connected to the Taiping Cao Gang?
The 'Winter Prison' was established during his tenure. At that time, he had just taken up the post of Zhonglang and was clearly not yet firmly established. Where in the capital could he feel comfortable setting up this private prison?

Di Jiu tapped the table slowly, closed his eyes and thought about these things, the light and shadow of the candlelight wandering on his face.

Li Zhao stood quietly aside. He had long learned to remain silent when this adult was thinking.

After an unknown amount of time, Di Jiu paused in tapping the table and opened his eyes. “Show me the information about [Taiping Quail] Qiu Tianyu again.”

Li Zhao was startled, and immediately dug it out: "It's still very rare and superficial."

However, Di Jiu did not read it carefully like he did in the past. He took it and opened it, browsing through it page by page: "We have always said that all of this person's reputation in the martial arts world is tied to the Taiping Cao Gang, and the rest is very rare, right?"

"Ah."

“But how could a Xuanmen cultivator suddenly appear?” Di Jiu flipped through the pages until he stopped at one and pointed, “Look, if we trace back, nine years ago, before the establishment of the Taiping Cao Gang, news about this person started to become less and less, but we still saw some, and twelve years ago, there was no news at all.”

Li Zhao frowned: "So what?"

"Three years, Li Zhao, you are too insensitive." Di Jiu closed the book and sighed, "Three years, isn't it the rotation period of the Imperial Guards and Border Troops?"

Li Zhao's eyes suddenly widened.

Di Jiu stood up and coughed twice: "Let's go to the Ministry of War."

"Now? How about you take a rest and wait until daybreak?"

Di Jiu shook his head: "No need to wait, just knock it open."

When the two men arrived at the Ministry of War, the lights in many public buildings were still off. The clerk who came to answer the door froze in place when he saw the man in the scarlet robe. Di Jiu didn't need anyone to lead the way. He asked for the key and went straight to where he wanted.

The archives of the Ministry of War were where all the military transfers since the founding of the dynasty were located. Di Jiu had a natural ability to quickly search through archives. Before a candle had even burned out, he had already found what he wanted.

The military transfers in Northern Xinjiang twelve years ago were archived.

However, the two of them did not find the name Qiu Tianyu after searching through all the books. Li Zhao was frowning in confusion, but saw Di Jiu stand up and check a few more files. Then he sat back and looked through them again with a calm expression. This time, he stopped his finger on the name "Wang Biehe".

".?"

"This man joined the Northern Frontier Army when he was young. He served until he was thirty-six years old. He was promoted to the fourth rank and entered the realm of black robes. He had no record of violating military discipline. He was clearly an orphan. Why did he suddenly 'resign and return home'?" Di Jiu said slowly, "He returned home, but he disappeared without a trace. The name 'Wang Biehe' has never been heard of since."

".You mean?"

"Qiu Tianyu is 48 years old this year, and his cultivation has entered the stage of body-spanning."

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"So it's not that they are connected for profit after arriving in Shenjing, nor is it that the Taipingcao Gang and Jinwu Guards are attracted to each other. They are comrades-in-arms and support and trust each other. It's normal." Di Jiu put the file back and stood up slowly with the help of the table. Although his face was full of fatigue, his eyes were bright and hot. "Now let's guess, where is this 'Winter Prison'?"

(End of this chapter)