Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 483 Rainy Night
A small wooden sign with the words "Pei Ye" was hung on the door of Court B for three days.

It was not until the cold moon was hanging in the sky again that the door was pushed open from the inside. The young man with loose hair came out with a sword, took it off his hook finger, and stared around in a daze for a while. The sword field was quiet and silent, and the distant sword sound was not very clear.

He looked up at the sky and saw the first clouds obscuring the moon.

It took him an hour to wash, calm his mind, and take a nap. When he opened his eyes and stood up, cold raindrops began to fall from the sky.

The rain in winter always seems to be heavier than that in other seasons. Bean-sized drops of water pour down from the clouds, hit the bluestone slabs, and quickly soak them all.

It took about half an hour to walk from the Sword Training Institute to the West Pond on such wet ground.

Taipingcao Xitang is located two streets away from Xichi. It is a street away from the bustling city. There are few red houses and restaurants. The wide street and hard stone slabs are for the passage of powerful horses and goods.

As the closest hall to the dock, its biggest task is to handle daily water transport. The hall master, Xiheng, Zhao Qianqu, is the oldest of the [Four Taiping Hengs]. He has followed Qiu Tianyu since the establishment of the gang, and now even his son has become the helmsman. Many people say that if he had not been unable to break through the Xuanmen, the second dragon head should have changed positions.

But Zhao Qianqu himself is still more accustomed to staying behind the scenes. Nowadays, on the nights when the Taiping Cao Gang is at its peak, he still sits in the West Hall to serve as a barrier between Feijing Tower and Taiping Wharf - no matter who wants to go to the east bank of West Pond, they have to pass by this street.

A big gang like this should never be able to completely relax.

Zhao Qianqu sat under the eaves and thought, with his slender sword in Western style leaning against the chair.

He still left more than a hundred people on this street tonight, all of them were elite thugs. Zhao Qianqu knew that there were several small gangs that had been restless recently, but if they dared to be so bold as to seek death today, he would keep as many as they wanted.

This is the underworld of Shenjing, a second world away from the control of government offices, where gangs and knights fight and kill each other, and life and death are all at the discretion of the individual. But as long as the things you snatch are not taken away by others, they are yours.

Zhao Qianqu was used to such rules and was very satisfied with the current appearance of Taipingcao. Dalongtou was indeed an extremely heroic hero who had led the Taipingcao Gang to this point. Many times, Zhao Qianqu thought that it was a bit of a waste of his talent for him to join the gang.

With such a big leader, the gang will naturally become more and more prosperous. Lord Qianqu of "Xiheng" is now also a high-ranking figure in Shenjing. In recent years, few people dare to offend him.

The rain fell from the eaves like a curtain. Zhao Qianqu looked at the spacious and imposing courtyard. More than half of the people had been sent out, and the courtyard seemed a little quiet at this time. Ripples appeared on the surface of the small pond. The lotus leaves were of course withered, but there were still a few fish in them.

Zhao Qianqu was thinking in a daze when he suddenly heard a sudden shout from the end of the long street.

A decades-old archway stands at the street entrance, the stone material soaked to a dark, shiny color. Looking forward from under the archway, on a quiet night with cold winter rain, the entire long street is empty and desolate.

"This is the territory of the Taiping Cao Gang, don't look around!" Two burly men stood up from under the eaves and walked towards us vigilantly with knives in hand.

Under the archway were a young and handsome Taoist priest and an even younger boy.

Both of them only carried a sword and looked quietly into the street. They didn't look like they often hang out on the streets, but they definitely didn't look like good passers-by.

"Can't you hear me?!" The man lowered his eyebrows, drew out half of the blade and stepped forward.

Normally they would not question passers-by like this, but the hall master said that today is the night of the banquet, and the Taipingcao Gang is about to move to a higher level, so any unusual behavior cannot be overlooked.

However, neither of them answered. The Taoist tilted his head and asked calmly, "Is this the place?"

"Xitang." The young man stepped forward, "Put away the porcelain bottle before you smash it."

The man drew his sword angrily, and the cold blade clanged out of the sheath: "He doesn't know that Lord Ma——"

But at the moment when he mobilized the true energy in his body, his eyes fell clearly on the two people, and his movements froze.

It was drizzling with rain, and neither of the two people in front of me had an umbrella, but not a single drop of rain wet their clothes or hair.

Upper, upper 2.
This heart-chilling thought arose in his mind for a moment, and before his body could react, a whistling sheath shadow slammed into him, and his body flew off the ground in an instant. The door broke and the pillars broke with a loud bang, and the severe pain in his back made him dizzy, and he fell limply to the ground, only to find that his wrist was broken.

The other man let out a roar that was hard to tell whether it was fear or anger, but the next moment, the long knife that was taken from the first man's hand pierced through the abdomen, and the whole person was carried away and nailed to the wooden pillar of the flag.

Pei Ye withdrew his hand and kept walking forward.

In just over ten breaths, chaotic figures poured out from the entire street, with cold light flashing in everyone's hands, daggers, axes, hammers, and most of them were swords. Pei Ye's pace did not slow down at all, he just silently drew out the long sword, and the bright sword body passed through the rain, as if it was made of rain itself.

"Who are you from? How dare you touch the tiger's whiskers of Taipingcao?" A middle-aged swordsman lowered his eyes and held his sword. The rain also avoided him. "The three dragon heads are right here--"

The figure of the young man came in a flash, and the four gang members in front of him fell to the ground with their weapons in an instant. The middle-aged swordsman shrank his pupils and drew his sword, and the sword was pointed at the throat from an incredible angle. He swung his sword, and the true energy formed a vortex that disrupted the sword's momentum, but the next moment, the sword seemed to rub out dazzling flames from the air, and the true energy melted in an instant. The swordsman's heart and lungs suddenly contracted, and he concentrated his strength to hold the sword horizontally, and his body had already moved backwards to avoid the advantage that was snatched away.

But the young swordsman in front of him with a calm face didn't even look at him. He turned around and slashed the blade coming from the side with his backhand, and also cut off the arm holding the sword.

The middle-aged swordsman was stunned for only a moment at this scene, and his throat felt incredibly cold.

The gap melted by the young man was like a crack, but a sword pierced through it lightly and easily. The Taoist robe only flashed from his sight, and it was the last thing he saw.

One hundred and thirty elite fighters, one third of whom were cultivators, were charging forward along a long street.

Opposite them was a young man who could either use one move or two, as if the sharp blade and the desperate chopping were child's play in his eyes. He was not a ghost in the sword and shadow, but a disaster that could never return. He could twist wrists to remove swords, break bones with one knee, cut off arms and legs, and take away swords and nail bodies. Anyone who dared to stab him with a sword would lie on the ground wailing within half a breath.

The young man killed his way through an entire street in half a quarter of an hour. Those five or six cultivators who were usually regarded as masters only had one more step than others in front of him - one move to confirm their strength, earning a cold look from the young man, and then the next move meant their life or death was uncertain.

In the face of such a crushing victory, no one dared to face it for a moment longer. After leaving dozens of bodies lying on the ground, the young man was not even stained with blood. The gang members finally fled back in fear. Among them, those with a cultivation level higher than three lives were accurately identified and fell to the ground wailing under the swords chasing from behind.
Zhao Qianqu looked at the scene with a stiff expression and decided not to show up in an instant.

Although he was an eight-year-old, and the young man looked only seven years old, there was an unwritten rule in the old martial arts world: a too-young upper second realm was as scary as an over-old upper second realm. More importantly, this silent and purposeful advancement was a more dangerous thing for the Taiping Cao Gang. No one at Feijing Tower knew about it yet, so he had to tell the leader.

Zhao Qianqu was no longer at the age of being competitive. The moment he figured this out, he sheathed his sword and flew up, with the eaves falling under him in an instant.

It is natural for the West Hall Master to want to leave the streets of West Hall. The Eight Lives cultivators are a first-rate fighting force in the open Shenjing.

Zhao Qianqu's figure was like an old roc, with his toes touching the roof and he was about to fly across two streets to the east bank, but before his eyes his eyes blurred, a handsome and clean face appeared in front of him.

The cinnabar on the forehead was somewhat dazzling in the dark night, making Zhao Qianqu think that the pain in his throat was caused by it.

The young man in Taoist robe stood quietly on the eaves, his robe fluttering slightly in the rainy night. Pei Ye pushed open the door of the courtyard with the blood on his sword shaking.

"All the records related to Taiping Wharf must be found." He sheathed his sword and tilted his head to say, "Kitty, I'll trouble you to take care of this."

On the south bank of the West Pond, the rain made the reflection of Feijing Tower sparkle, and the beautiful scenery became a dream. Countless people facing the lake looked towards the West Pond with cups in hand, and reached out to catch the water droplets outside the eaves.

Everyone knows that this is one of the few rains this year. Even if the lake does not freeze over in the future, the sky will become cold, and when the melted clouds fall again, they will be like light jade flowers.

Tinghua adjusted the crown that had been tilted when she was laughing, and then went to tease Fu Zhiyun again, pushing her and saying, "Girl, girl, come and write a poem for us!"

Fu Zhiyun ignored her and turned to chat with Lin Yuxian, while the young minister was looking at the huge and beautiful painted boat in the middle of the lake and exclaimed in amazement.

It was almost midnight and the "Ten Day Banquet" was about to end when this huge painting boat sailed over from the dock.

It is almost no longer the image of a ship. On the deck, it is shaped, carved and built into the shape of several buildings, which appear staggered and spectacular. The two characters "Taiping" several people tall stand on the front, indicating its owner.

There were Taoist prayers hanging on it and many incense sticks burning.

Just as the boat passed the shore, a voice from Feijing Tower made it very clear that all the friends who had attended the banquet in the past ten days and all the friends present on the south bank today could pour wine into the boat to ask for a good luck.

The so-called Taiping Cao Gang has been in business for twelve years, and the Fuzhou ships are burned down, bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new. Many people also realize that this means that the Taiping Cao Gang is about to enter a new height.

For many years, it was in an awkward position, with great momentum, but it always seemed to be a little short of being on the stage. Now, whether it was willing or not, it had been put on the stage, so if it could survive, it meant that the Taiping Cao Gang was clean from now on.

After driving around, countless people poured out the wine in their hands, and some even threw away wine glasses and wine jugs. Although there was cold rain outside the eaves, the atmosphere on the pavilions and terraces was lively for a while.

Most people are not actually close to the Taiping Cao Gang. They just know about its recent momentum. Now that one side of the Liguan dispute is right before their eyes, people are curious and have an inexplicable sense of participation.

Now the boat was quietly parked in the middle of the lake, with the winter rain pouring down, and some people were inevitably worried whether the wood could still be ignited.

However, no one in Feijing Tower showed any worry. As midnight approached, people were still toasting to each other.

At this time, Tinghua withdrew her gaze and turned her head, only to see Cheng Youlun sidling over from the side, bending over, and pointing excitedly, "Hey, hey, hey, look, isn't that classmate Changsun over there?"

A few people turned their heads in surprise and looked, only to see two graceful figures leaning on the railing on Fengying Terrace, which was closer to the water than Luhua Terrace.

One of them was lying on the railing with a slim figure, looking a little lazy, while the other one was standing straight with an elegant temperament. She was stretching her hands outside the railing to catch the rain, then pulling them back and gently blowing on her cold palms.

".It seems to be true."

Chang Sun Jue followed Cui Zhaoye around the capital for three days. After finishing his daily homework, he would get on her carriage and follow her to search for the "Sweet Ice" left in various places in the capital.

After three days, the knowledgeable girl learned a lot about the young swordsmen of this generation. Now she is here because Cui Zhaoye said, "West Pond is a snack street. You can easily see good ones if you walk around every day."

"It's a shame to have such a big boat burnt." Chang Sun Jue rubbed his palms gently to keep warm, "I wonder if it will kill many fish."

Cui Zhaoye rolled his eyes slightly: "This weather has already frozen a lot of mosquitoes to death."

"Damn it."

"In two days, we can go to Xiujianyuan to watch the Yijian test again." Cui Zhaoye changed the subject and squinted his eyes comfortably. "In more than a month, we can wait for the Chang'an Winter Sword Collection. After the Winter Sword Collection, there will be the Jingzhe Sword Collection after the New Year. Once the Jingzhe Sword Collection is over, it will be the end of spring and the beginning of summer, and it will be the Shenjing Martial Arts Examination and the Yulin Test."

"It's been a very happy six months," she said.

Chang Sun Jue did not answer, her eyes were still on the pleasure boat in the middle of the lake. In fact, everyone on the entire south bank was looking at that pleasure boat.

The reflection of Feijing Tower in the water just pointed to the center of the lake, like a fire pointing to the big boat on the cold lake. The rain was not heavy and did not block the view. The lights on the shore reflected and diffused, and half of the lake was a transparent and beautiful scene.

The protagonists today are undoubtedly the Taiping Cao Gang. They have seized the entire South Bank's momentum. Many gatherings are attracted by this blessed ship.

Under the gaze of countless people, at a certain moment, it was finally midnight.

On the top floor of Feijing Tower, the reliable figure who had been sitting there for ten days, as reliable as a hill, slowly stood up and raised his glass towards the outside of the building.

A calm voice spread throughout the venue: "The sky and the winter rain cannot extinguish my Taiping fire. The ten-day banquet is over, and the noisy sound cannot shake the big tree. Now I burn this boat to celebrate for my Taiping Cao Gang!"

(End of this chapter)