Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 482 Stars
Di Jiu was lying in the back court of Jingzhao Prefecture. Li Zhao, who was guarding him, had cracked lips and a pale face.

"The doctor said that the poison has entered my heart and I am in critical condition." He said hoarsely, "I was so confused that I didn't expect them to dare to do such a thing. I should have stayed with you all the time."

"I have invited a black ribbon sorcerer from the Immortal Terrace, and she will be here soon." Pei Ye said, "You can contact Taishan Medicine House later, it's okay."

Li Zhao nodded in a daze.

Pei Ye tilted his head to look. Di Jiu's lips were purple and his eyes were closed. Only the rise and fall of his chest and abdomen showed that he was alive.

Li Zhao's true energy had been protecting his heart meridian. After Xing Zhi came over, he replaced him with the circulation of the spiritual energy array.

"It's safe for now." Xing Zhi obviously came in a hurry, "I have contacted Taishan Medicine House, they should be able to wake Lord Di up, but..."

She looked at Pei Ye: "Before I came here, I asked Shaojun, if there is a more appropriate way to completely resolve this threat."

"what?"

"Appointed as Jingzhao Yin."

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After saying goodbye to the people in the mansion, Pei Ye and Xing Zhi walked out.

"Once this case is handled, we will have a foothold in the Southern Court." Xing Zhi tilted his head to look at him, "Do you want my help?"

"Xing Zishou will be here soon, so don't cause yourself trouble." Pei Ye smiled, took off the wild goose badge from his waist and handed it to her, "Put it back to avoid trouble."

Xing Zhi took it and smiled: "Young Master Pei is really free to come and go."

"Do you know someone who is a great noodle lover?"

Xing Zhi was stunned for a moment and said nothing.

"I wonder if I'll have a chance to ask the museum owner to introduce me." Pei Ye sighed, "That person said it very well. 'If you choose to enter the world of martial arts, you must face it.'"

Pei Ye and Xing Zhi parted at the intersection, agreeing to drink at Zhaixing Tower after they were done. Then he stroked the hilt of his sword and thought quietly, then walked across a few streets and returned to the Sword Repairing Institute.

He left early and returned at noon, as if nothing had happened. Before entering the hospital, he saw the elegant carriage leave again. Pei Ye went straight to the small sword field. The sword students had just finished playing swordplay and were still chatting at the big sword field, but Yang Zhenbing was indeed already in the B4 field.

"Help me try the sword again." Pei Ye closed the door.

Without any conversation, Yang Zhenbing silently gathered his true energy, and a solid defensive sword was forged.

Ba Sheng's sword, the sword held by Yang Zhenbing, and the sword in Hefu Ce No. 19, once again stood in front of him as solid as a rock.

Pei Ye took a deep breath, drew his sword and wiped it. When the winter wind blew his hair, a bright light slipped out of the sheath.

The man in blue staggered over five steps. His figure was not fast enough, not graceful enough, not agile enough, because those were the characteristics of youth.

It is like an old cicada teetering on a branch, its entire body has reached the end of its life, but before it collapses, it chirps one last time. This chirp is not the domineering chirp of its prime, nor is it chirping for others to hear, but the power that bursts out from the full stop of its own life.

Therefore, he had been staring at the powerful blockade in front of him, trying to squeeze out all his strength to destroy it, but he had gone astray.

But young people are always used to crushing strong enemies, especially young people like him. It is normal to take a detour for two days on this sword.

The staggering and weak figure crashed into Yang Zhenbing's horizontal sword. Pei Ye closed his eyes. The moment the tip of the sword touched the sword, his body became extremely weak. But at the same time, it seemed as if his whole life was given to this sword. Yang Zhenbing's iron-curtain-like sword broke his wrist and slipped out of his hand. He quickly pulled out the second sword, but was still crushed by this sword. It was not until the third sword was pulled out that the black-clothed boy gritted his teeth and blocked the sword. He was pushed back seven feet and hit the wall of the sword field, with the sword body almost tightly against his throat.

Pei Ye opened his eyes, smiled weakly, and took two deep breaths.

Four hundred years ago, Shaolong was ranked among the top three swordsmen.

It penetrates the clouds and leaves, and the sound breaks the dewdrops.

Feiyuxian No. 3 [Bai Lu]

"Who did you fight with, and how was it?"

"Zuoqiu Longhua lost."

"I remember she was not on the list until after 30."

"Low."

Pei Ye recalled that Tianshan had been in the Western Country for a long time, and that Zuoqiu Longhua might be walking down the snow-capped mountains for the first time. It was inevitable that the Immortal Platform had some deviations in its understanding of these distant geniuses. After all, Yang Zhenbing's ranking rose only after he won the second place in the Southern Country Sword Conference.

He nodded and said nothing more.

The two practiced sword skills here until late at night. They supported each other when needed and did not interfere with each other when not needed. Until the cold moon was in the sky, Yang Zhenbing sorted the six swords in order and held them in his arms. Pei Ye then returned to the sword academy with him.

In the clear courtyard on a winter night, with sparse trees and falling flowers, Yan Feiqing, wearing a clean Taoist robe, was still leaning on the chair, still flipping through the old book in his hands.

Pei Yemu wiped the sweat off his body, hung the washed clothes in the yard barefoot, dried his hands and tapped his shoulder.

Yan Feiqing turned her head, with a face that looked even more fairy-like under the moonlight, and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Help me fight in three days. Are you free?" Pei Ye looked at him, paused, and added, "You are so beautiful."

Three days is not a very long time, but it is enough for many things to be accomplished.

The "Ten-Day Banquet" at Feijing Tower in Xichi has been held for nine days. After tonight, this grand event that has shocked the capital will come to an end.

And Lord Di, who had collapsed in front of everyone three days ago, finally fell silent.

The much-publicized Liguan case came to an end just like that. After this disturbance, the Taiping Cao Gang became even more powerful. Everyone saw what kind of support they had behind them. The most prestigious gang in Shenjing was entrenched in Feijing Tower. For a time, the building was crowded with people and no one dared to challenge it.

Even though the evidence and cases were already in Jingzhao Prefecture, no one paid attention to them, so they were just a piece of waste paper.

The West Pond is still a bustling West Pond. It is a cool and nice night. It seems that winter rain will fall, but the stars are still hanging high in the sky. There are many tourists on the south bank, and countless scholars are feasting on the stage. The reflection of Feijing Tower is reflected in the water, and Pinghu is a beautiful scenery.

On the Luhua Terrace, which is surrounded by water on three sides, the poetry gathering was about to begin, but one person had not arrived yet. Tinghua and Fu Zhiyun had no interest in enjoying the scenery, so they huddled together to look at the street below.

This poetry gathering was finally well organized, with more than thirty people coming, most of them were students of the Imperial College, and there were also some young literati who were on good terms with the group. As far as the south bank of the West Pond tonight was concerned, this could be considered a gathering of quite high status.

Tinghua glanced to the left again. The swordsmen in their military uniforms and swords were still sitting there, chatting and laughing. The candlelight in front of the table was warm and bright, reflecting the purple and crystal clear grape juice in the glass cup.

As more and more people participated in the poetry gathering, the network of contacts expanded greatly, and everyone invited several swordsmen from different backgrounds, making this poetry and sword gathering finally look more decent.

The young hero Bian Weiji, who was wearing a rapier on his waist, was sitting in the middle, saying something to the two people beside him with a smile. Tinghua knew that the young hero was becoming famous now, all because of a sword note written by Cui Zhaoye that was published in Shenjing that day. It said that he "wields a rapier and has the spirit of flowers and the moon", which made many people look at the name "Bian Weiji".

This young swordsman was indeed slender, with black hair tied behind his head, a faint mole at the corner of his eye, bright eyes, and a radiant face, as he was toasting and smiling with everyone.

Now he has become the signature figure of this poetry gathering. In fact, it was precisely because of this reputation that seven or eight more people signed up for the gathering in the last two days.

"Look, the guy on the top floor leaning on his spear and drinking alone is 'Taiping Quail.'" The scholars on the other side tilted their heads and pointed, "Quail means brave and good at fighting. I heard that this big dragon head fought three masters with a bamboo pole eight or nine years ago. He is really a hero!"

"Master Zheng! Master Zheng! Can you take us to toast with a glass of wine later?"

Zheng Zhiyi leaned on the seat, tapped the fan and smiled lazily: "Why didn't Fang Jidao come today?"

Several people laughed.

Tinghua withdrew her gaze. As the circle grew larger, someone started calling out to the eldest son of a noble family. The case that had caused a lot of uproar a few days ago was now silent, and the prosperity and prestige of the Taiping Cao Gang was right in front of them, so it was inevitable that people would make fun of this matter.

As for the young man who said "I am Pei Ye" in class that day, the look on his face when he said "I say I want to run the Taiping Cao Gang, and it won't survive the tenth day" is still so clear. Tinghua and others later found out that he was the Yan Jian.

But that was six days ago.

There has been no news about him for six days, and he has not appeared again. Now that the situation has been determined, no one knows where he is. Yan Jian of Xianren Terrace is also a legendary figure, and he may have some skills. Unfortunately, things are beyond our control. I heard from Yuan Junfang that none of the sixteen guards were willing to go out, and the only Zhonglang Jiang who showed some potential was also killed. Now I heard that Lord Di is also unconscious, and the three divisions are useless.

However, those were all very distant stories and very distant things. Tinghua still hoped that one day she could see him in school again and would definitely seize the opportunity to ask him about the affairs of the martial arts world.

But what is more urgent is the present matter.

".Hasn't he come yet?" Fu Zhiyun frowned. "What did he say?"

"He said the other day that Pei Ye introduced him here, and then asked me for the time and location, saying that he would definitely arrive on time." Tinghua supported his face, "There's only half a quarter of an hour left."

Lin Yuxian said, "It's okay. There are seven swordsmen now. One more won't hurt."

"No, we made the promise first." Fu Zhiyun frowned anxiously, "I told Young Master Bian that we would invite a swordsman to compete with him, and Young Master Bian agreed. There weren't so many people at that time."

She continued, "Later, these swordsmen came over and told them the news, so you can see that now it's odd, and no one is partnering with Young Master Bian."

Lin Yuxian was silent for a moment: "If not, then let's just shuffle the order of the swordplay. Then we can take the initiative to ask who wants to try it out. It's not a competition anyway."

".Actually, I think it would be a good idea if it were true." Fu Zhiyun said worriedly, "I'm not afraid that he won't come, but I'm afraid that he will come suddenly. Now I know that we thought too simply before, thinking that it would be enough for two swordsmen to have a fight - but think about it carefully, how can someone who has just read the Thousand Character Classic for the first time recite poems with famous scholars in the literary world?"

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"Look at those swordsmen, the difference between them is very obvious. But we don't know where the swordsman introduced by classmate Pei came from or how good his swordsmanship is." Fu Zhiyun whispered, "If we arrange a swordsman who is far inferior to Bian for Young Master Bian, it will be awkward for both sides."

".What's the swordsman's name?"

"I don't know. He never showed up again. We all know these swordsmen now, and they are familiar with each other. But this one has never communicated with us. I'm afraid it will be awkward."

The people who were already seated were indeed becoming more and more familiar with each other during the conversation. Of course, the topic mainly revolved around Bian Weiji. Although the other swordsmen were also talented, the title of "true disciple of a famous school" was too rare in the world. What's more, this man from Nanyue Mountain had just received a sword review from Cui Jia Mingzhu, and was in the limelight.

As the time approached, more and more people noticed the empty seat at the end of the row of swordsmen. The swordsmen asked each other and looked at Bian Weiji, who also shook his head.

Just as Fu Zhiyun was about to get up and speak as if she was relieved, Tinghua, who had been silent all this time, suddenly straightened up and said, "Look, look, is that coming?"

A few people looked up in surprise, and saw a man with elegant temperament curiously walking in at the gate of Luhua Terrace. He was dressed like a scholar, with casual and clean clothes. If the quota was not full and if he had not a sword hanging on his waist, a few people would almost mistake him for a scholar attending the party.

"It's him." Tinghua, who had just met him once, quickly stood up and waved her hand - she knew that everyone here was an acquaintance, except for the swordsman introduced by classmate Pei who came to help out, whom she didn't know, and she didn't want to make him feel neglected.

The man also saw her at a glance, and immediately smiled and waved his hand, appearing very gentle.

Tinghua came down and said with a smile: "I thought you were not coming, please take a seat!"

She gestured to the vacant last seat.

He turned to the people on the stage and said, "This is the second swordsman who is willing to give us face. Without him, our poetry meeting would be in trouble! He is--"

Tinghua was silent for a moment, turned around to ask, but was stunned.

Everyone on the stage was looking at this scene in a daze. They saw that man just walked towards the last seat with a smile, but before he could move, he suddenly pushed the table with a sharp "squeak".

Before he had even finished the half glass of grape juice in his hand, the young swordsman who had just been talking about Emei sword with a cheerful smile had already stood up hastily: "Wang, Senior Brother Wang, please sit here."

The man looked at her and was stunned for a moment as if he had just recognized her: "Wei Qi? You are here too. Ah! No need, no need. The teacher is not here."

The swordsman next to him had already stood up and moved to the last seat, but he had not yet invited the man to sit down in his previous seat. Then he looked at the confused scholars on the stage, bowed his head awkwardly, clasped his fists and said, "This is Senior Brother Wang Shousi, the hope of our Southern Jinwu's revival in the past fifty years. When I participated in the Southeast Thirty Sword Sects' Sword Contest, Senior Brother Wang had won the championship of the same level for nine consecutive sessions. He is my elder brother and predecessor. He is currently studying in the Shenjing Sword Academy."

Wang Shousi tried to stop him by grabbing his arm and said with a smile: "Hey, selling vegetables? Why are you talking so much about it?"

Listening to the exclamations from the stage, I thought to myself that this was the first time I had participated in such an exciting thing in my life. Why didn’t I meet Pei Ye earlier?
Cheers rang out from the Luhua Stage and the candlelight seemed much brighter. It turned out that the sky was gradually turning colder.

The south bank of West Pond is still bustling, but the stars in the sky are no longer visible.

(End of this chapter)