Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 479 Qiu Tianyu

Pei Ye was indeed not in the Sword Training Institute.

After leaving the Imperial College, he entered the Yisi Sword Field. The arguments in the academy did not interest him, so he spent the entire evening and night alone with his sword.

The new sword has a total of six styles, namely "Cold clouds and rippling water, cold flute music and clear music, washing the wounded eyes", and an additional Qi technique: [Sword Washing Water].

Pei Ye has begun to discover that this first-rate sword transmission always has a deeper, upward-reaching meaning, and the meaning is not insufficient to support an excellent sword of intention, but the sword writers who have passed that stage choose to finalize it as a sword move.

As for the connection between sword moves, some are extremely exquisite like the Jade Jade Sword, while others are round and natural like this sword. The whole sword is always perfect and fully expressed, with no loose edges at all.

Pei Ye only learned the fourth move that night. It's not that he couldn't move on, but [Shang Mind], [Washing Eyes] and [Sword Washing Water] were more like something integrated into one. They were sword moves and Qi techniques, but at the same time they were also directed in some way.

The last page of the sword book says, "Literature conveys the truth, poetry conveys emotions, and swords convey intentions. This place, this time, this sword, this intention, will be understood by those who have emotions and understand swords."

The rough and casual copying and binding seemed to have a reason, and no wonder it was difficult to learn and understand, and rarely read for many years. This was because the author of the sword did not intend to write a sword that would be passed down from generation to generation, but was just like a poet climbing a mountain, expressing his feelings and ideas.

"First Moon and Northern Rain" might be the name of a poem.

So of course, only those who "have feelings and understand sword" can understand it intuitively, and it does not teach sword moves in detail at all - if you understand this, sword moves are just an appearance.

Pei Ye immersed himself in the cool and unrestrained artistic conception of this sword for a long time. When he stopped the sword, it was as if he was soaked in a cold rain, and his mind and soul were clear.

Indeed, he had never had such a fitting experience in learning swordsmanship. Sitting quietly in the cold night, he seemed to be back in the hall full of swords on the Shenren Peak, and could see a whole scene from a sword.

The woman undoubtedly knew that he had such ability, so she pointed such a sword to him.

However, he still needs to contemplate the last two moves and the Qigong technique carefully, as he is still some distance away from reaching that level.

He devoted all the remaining time to Yu Fei's third move, the one that used life as a sword and was an extremely powerful attack.

Strangely enough, that day when there was a sword guard like Yang Zhenbing, Pei Ye concentrated his whole heart and soul on it. His skills, principles and mind had all reached the required positions, and he unleashed his strongest sword, but he could not catch that trace of true meaning. Now he was the only one in the entire sword field, and in the cold wind of late autumn and early winter, he actually felt that feeling for a moment.

Pei Ye sat for two hours trying to lock onto it, but before he could get the true meaning, the sunlight had already fallen on his face.

It was indeed right in front of him, but Pei Ye was not in a hurry to hold it, because it was already the third day since their appointment.

Pei Ye picked up his sword and left the sword field. When he walked out of the sword academy, he saw a man in green police uniform leaning on the side of the street with a knife in his hand.

After not seeing each other for three days, Xie Chuantang looked much better, with a clean face, neat hair, and a more efficient air.

"Lord Di has already found out where the 'Winter Prison' is yesterday." Without exchanging pleasantries, Xie Chuantang's first words were serious and clear, "Northeast of the Caoqu, west bank of the West Pond, Taiping Wharf. At 9:00 today, the garrison will leave the northwest gate of the imperial city and arrive in two quarters to search the entire area."

Pei Ye grasped the sword and said, "Shall we go to Jingzhao Prefecture and wait for orders now?"

"No need." Xie Chuantang turned around, untied the reins on the tree, and gave him a horse. "Lord Di said that the two of them are enough for Jingzhao Prefecture. Let's go to Xichi first. Qiu Tianyu is hosting a banquet for guests in Feijing Tower. Let's go and keep an eye on it as a vanguard."

"it is good."

Pei Ye jumped on the horse, and the two of them rode side by side along the street heading west. When they left the street, they passed by a noble carriage.

The West Pond is a vast and tranquil body of water outside the imperial city. Together with the East Pond next to Pingkangfang, they are the two largest lakes in the capital. They cover an area as large as several fangs, and on clear days one has to look far to see the other side.

But unlike the romantic and unrestrained East Pond, the West Pond is often more elegant. Scholars and swordsmen who are not yet famous gather here, and common people often come to the lake to enjoy the scenery after dinner at night.

As the saying goes, the east is noble and the west is rich. Xicheng has always been a place with more life. There are not so many dignitaries and singing girls, and the lakeside is not always filled with fine clothes, fine horses, and fights. It seems much more peaceful.

Of course, some people also say that this is the territory controlled by the Taiping Cao Gang, and no one from any walk of life dares to act wildly here.

Pei Ye and Xie Chuantang dismounted on the east bank here and looked around. It was not too bustling in the early morning. There were many pavilions and towers built outside the willow-lined embankment by the lake, some of which extended into the lake. There were many restaurants and businesses on the street facing the lake, and they all seemed to be doing a prosperous business.

"Look, those with Taiping bells hanging on the eaves are all the business of the Cao Gang." Xie Chuantang pointed casually, and took Pei Ye's horse and tied them under the willow tree. "I counted it a month ago, and they occupy a quarter of this street."

Pei Ye looked over and saw that it was a palm-sized iron bell with the words "Taiping" engraved in gold. To ordinary people, it would have seemed like a fashionable decoration.

Then he looked towards the west bank, which was where the 'Winter Prison' Xie Chuantang had mentioned was.

But the first thing that caught my eye was the prosperity of the South Bank.

Feijing Tower, the tallest building facing the lake, is like a tree growing in the water. At this moment, it stands out as a single tree, leaving a silhouette in the sky. At night, it will be decorated with candles, reflecting in the lake like a giant sword tempered into the West Pond.

And at the hilt of this magnificent scene of the West Pond is a place where pavilions and towers are clustered. If there is a prosperous end to the dozens of miles long embankment, this is it.

Half of it is on the shore and half on the water. Three of the "Thirteen Towers of the Capital" are here. In addition to the Feijing Tower, there are three more "Nine Towers of the West City". The scholars and practitioners who gather there are often elegant and noble scholars and true disciples of famous schools. Every day, countless people chant and appreciate this romantic scene. The starry night is quiet on the lake and the breeze blows on the tall tower. It is absolutely impossible to see what dark evil is hidden behind it.

Behind the scenes is the Taiping Cao Gang’s biggest business.

Feijing Tower is the end of the long street on the embankment. Further west is a wide expanse of water. That expanse of water is rather deserted. There are few lights at night and no boats crossing the water. People who are gathering occasionally walk to the shore, but can only return in boredom.

Because that stretch of water separated the important water transport area, one could see from afar some huge ships parked on the west bank; they were cargo ships coming in from the canal.

The west bank of the West Pond and the loop of the canal enclosed a large piece of land, which was the "Taiping Wharf". The lake and the canal were connected in the south, so the entrance and exit of this wharf was only on the north side. This was also the reason why it had always been invisible in the capital.

Now Feijing Tower is blocking the "Shenjing" and "Taiping Wharf". Qiu Tianyu chose to hold the "Ten Day Banquet" here. In addition to publicity, he probably also wanted to personally supervise it. When Pei Ye thought of this, he realized that this [Taiping Partridge] was not just a "generation of heroes" as rumored. He was probably rough but meticulous, and even had a subtle mind.

Looking at the small island from afar, there were dense willow trees, faint buildings, and vague human figures, but nothing unusual could be seen. "It's underground." Xie Chuantang retracted his gaze and moved, walking along the lake to the south bank. "After getting the news from Lord Di yesterday, I questioned four canal workers overnight, both new and old, and they all said that there is no such a large area that is not allowed to go."

"But they said there were indeed vehicles and processes that were not allowed to be touched, and sometimes they would be questioned and scolded if they got too close." Xie Chuantang said, "I drew a rough layout of the continent based on their description, and there were indeed no buildings like prisons, but Lord Di was very determined, so we thought it was underground."

"That makes sense."

"I was planning to sneak in and take a look, but unfortunately time is too tight."

“It’s too dangerous.”

Xie Chuantang smiled faintly, and after a moment he said softly: "I'm afraid I don't even have the chance to risk my life."

The two walked along the lake embankment and soon reached the end. Even in the morning, there were still crowds of people here. More than 20 feet away from the shore, the Feijing Tower stood overhead.

The Taiping Cao Gang has booked this building for six days.

The so-called Grand Banquet in the Capital, as long as you are a friend of the Taiping Cao Gang, or you are willing to be a friend of the Taiping Cao Gang, you can step into this building. As long as you dare to leave your name, you can go up to the eighteenth floor and have a drink with the big dragon head [Taiping Partridge].

The leader will remember your name, no matter you are a needy scholar or a newly arrived knight-errant, from now on when you venture into the capital, the Taiping Cao Gang will make things convenient for you.

There has been an endless stream of people coming here over the past six days, and the reputation of the Big Dragon Head has become more and more famous. Now, shortly after the hour of Mao, the building is once again filled with people.

And that majestic figure was sitting on the top floor facing the wind.

From here, only a silhouette can be seen, with long hair tied up and hanging to the waist, and a loose martial arts uniform covering his body. The person is sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a halberd as long as eight feet standing upright beside him, the black steel golden blade not trembling at all in the strong wind.

A man with such a domineering figure deserves a halberd as powerful as his. Over the past few days, countless people who have seen this unshakable figure could not help but praise him as a "hero".

Xie Chuantang and Pei Ye sat down in front of a breakfast restaurant by the lake. Xie Chuantang paid the bill, saying it was to repay him for the treat he had given them outside the prison that day. The noodles were served steaming hot in the morning breeze.

"I have been investigating them for the past three days." Xie Chuantang lowered his head and swallowed. "I entered this building three times with three faces, but I didn't dare to approach Qiu Tianyu. I also sneaked into two of their important branches the night before, but the masters were not there."

Pei Ye was silent for a moment, looking at the surviving woman in front of him: "I should have been with you."

"Everyone has his own duties." Xie Chuantang said, "I put on this outfit to investigate the case, and I also said that I would investigate it thoroughly. You are in the sword training academy, and cultivation is more important."

She poured the hot wontons out of her mouth: "You can do my work, but I can't do yours."

Pei Ye didn't say anything and just filled his stomach.

"I mean," Xie Chuantang continued the above topic, "so they might all be here."

".What's the meaning?"

"Didn't I tell you that we came here to keep an eye on him?" Xie Chuantang lowered his head and wolfed down his food, "We're not just keeping an eye on Qiu Tianyu."

She quickly finished the bowl of wontons and began to test the knife, looking at the boy seriously: "What I have done in the past three days is to find out the whole Taipingcao Gang."

"The outpost needs to determine the number, structure and movement of the enemy in order to provide the latest and most accurate information to the gate guards. Actually, I didn't want you to come, but Lord Di and Lord Li said that it would be much safer with you." The woman smiled faintly, "So I'm troublesome for you to be my bodyguard."

"This was originally the case I was supposed to solve." Pei Ye raised his eyes and looked towards the rooftop again.

He remembered the carefully planned assassination in the prison, and behind it was a huge shadow that wanted to crush him to death and wipe him out.

That person knew that he was alive, knew his background, and knew that he had come to Shenjing.

Pei Ye picked up the bowl and drank a few sips of soup, finishing this quick breakfast.

Instead of hiding himself in panic, he of course chose to draw his sword and tear off those shadows and crush that majesty. It was definitely not that he would assassinate him with a masked face after years of seclusion, but that he would give him a cold enough look in the first ten days after they knew each other.

Many times, the young man can only chew on the deepest buried hatred and the memories engraved on the old man's body.

"So, what's their situation now?" Pei Ye looked at the hill-like figure on the upper floor, which looked like the first step. "Are the high-ranking members of the Taipingcao Gang in there?"

"The first dragon head Qiu Tianyu, the second dragon head Si Lianwen, and the third dragon head Ji Xionghu are all in the building." Xie Chuantang said in a low voice, "The four hall masters from the north, south, west and east, known as the 'Four Great Peace', are also inside."

Then she turned her eyes and said, "You don't understand Qiu Tianyu, right?"

"I don't know."

"Qiu Tianyu is 48 years old this year, but he was already a black-robed man when he left his name in the martial arts world of Shenjing." Xie Chuantang said, "At that time, the world of Shenjing was dominated by the three gangs of 'Liushui', 'Xinghong', and 'Jiujiezhi', who fought for food like vicious dogs. Qiu Tianyu established the Taipingcao Gang and used a halberd to take over the territory from the three factions one street at a time."

"The earliest battle that made him famous that we can find now was when he just entered the Tuan Shen realm eight years ago. He used a bamboo pole to fight three gang leaders alone by the West Pond. It is said that there were two Tuan Shen and one Zi Yi." Xie Chuantang said, "In the next three years, he killed emerging gang leaders, sect elders, and powerful and influential worshippers. In short, his actions were mostly concentrated in the years when the Taiping Cao Gang was trying to gain a foothold. Later, as his connection with the government became more and more solid, he rarely took action. There has been no record of him for three years. This person's strength is unfathomable. What we must keep an eye on today is his movements."

"I remember when you came here, you said he was transferred from the north?"

"Yes, Lord Li gave me some records of promotions in the Ministry of War. If he is really the 'Wang Biehe', then he has three major military merits." Xie Chuantang briefly recounted, "When he was young, he was a scout. In the northern war, he killed seven barbarians alone, and his military merit was second-class. Later, he became a cavalry captain. He defeated 300 people with 50 cavalrymen and killed the enemy bravely. He was awarded the title of third-class military merit. After that, he became a cavalry lieutenant. He blocked 3,600 enemies with 800 cavalrymen. He was strategic and went into battle. His military merit was third-class."

Xie Chuantang said solemnly: "He fought his way up from the bottom to be promoted to the fourth rank of military honor. Someone who came out of the battlefield like this will not be easy to deal with."

(End of this chapter)