Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 529 and Hongzhu

In Huan Pavilion, Pei Ye watched the black cat and the people take the pills. After a moment, some disillusioning lines began to appear on the edges of their bodies.

It was as if thirty pasted figures appeared in a harmonious painting, and then the disharmony began to be erased - the lines on the edges shrank inward until they shrank into a point, and the thirty people disappeared here out of thin air.

Pei Ye still didn't understand the essence of this scene. He rubbed his eyebrows and closed his head. When he was about to turn around with his sword, his body suddenly froze.

There was no cold sharp object on his neck, but the feeling of having his life and death in someone else's hands was even worse.

He stopped still, his hand still a foot and a half away from the hilt of the sword, and a corner of a bright red skirt floated into his field of vision.

The atmosphere was silent and quiet.

"...Hello, senior." Pei Ye said tentatively.

silence.

"Yang Zhenbing and I are good brothers, and we have a very close relationship." His brain was working quickly, "We practice sword fighting together, eat together, and I know he always gets confused about the order in which the swords are carried on his back..."

"Where did you send these people?" The person finally spoke, her voice slightly hoarse and steady.

The domineering face in his mind finally settled down. Pei Ye felt more at ease and said with a restrained expression: "Replying to the senior, these people are the victims of the Liguan case handled by Jingzhao Prefecture. I met them today and sent them out of this place. Jingzhao Prefecture's arrest officer Xie Chuantang and deputy historian Li Zhao will meet them outside."

The feeling of being locked in faded at this moment, and the person behind him seemed to turn his head and said: "I see that you are still wearing your clothes and boots, you really don't look like you are here to have fun."

"……Misunderstand."

"Who's that noisy monkey face?"

Pei Ye was stunned for a moment before he realized who he was referring to: "...The one covered in colors? It's Yu Ziliang, Yu Sicheng's adopted son."

The visitor's voice did not change: "Aren't eunuchs castrated?"

"…He's probably not a eunuch."

The visitor didn't say anything else, probably meaning that he understood.

At this time, the lock on his body disappeared, and Pei Ye tried to turn around. In front of him was indeed the tall figure carrying the box. Pei Ye paused and raised his hand to salute: "Senior [Sword Ghost], I am honored to meet you in person."

He Hongzhu nodded slightly and looked at him: "Zhen Bing said in a letter a few months ago that the people living with him are Yan Feiqing and Pei Ye. I guess you are the 'friend who raises kittens'."

Pei Ye had no idea what Yang Zhenbing said about him in the letter. In fact, he was a little unfamiliar with the fact that Yang Zhenbing would write back to him. He could only nod and say, "The junior is Pei Ye."

"Do you know Ming Qitian?" she suddenly asked, turning her python face to look at the young man.

"..."

It is not surprising that the swordsman knows Ming Qitian, and this question obviously means "Does Ming Qitian know you?"

Pei Ye pursed his lips and looked at her in silence.

"Hasn't she been asking for swordsmanship in the world for the past two years? How is her progress?"

Pei Ye frowned slightly, still looking at her silently, with a little more vigilance in his eyes.

"..."

"..."

"Ming Jianzhu has taught me many sword techniques." When the feeling of being locked in came again, Pei Ye spoke first, then raised his eyes to look at the roof, "Anyway, she is very powerful, I don't know anything else."

Pei Ye looked at the python face in front of her and it moved. That gesture must have been a "sneer" or "angry laugh", but after all, no sound came out. It seemed that she was too lazy to bother with a junior. She just said in a calm voice: "She has taught you, so your swordsmanship will not embarrass her." "I am stupid, at most I can only learn one tenth of what the sword master taught me." Pei Ye remained calm and just moved her eyes. "I have to go upstairs now, senior, I'm afraid it's my turn."

"Since you want to test your sword skills with the Little Sword Immortal, it seems you have some skills."

"..." Pei Ye paused for a moment, "There are other things to do."

……

"Brother Shi hasn't arrived yet?" Jiang Yin'er looked back and saw waiters shuttling back and forth and dancers coming and going in the grand banquet hall.

"Maybe he has arrived, but I just can't see him now." Cui Zhaoye poked his head out, "Don't worry, you will see him when you go on stage later."

Jiang Yin'er was silent for a moment, but still hesitated and said, "Miss Cui, what kind of person is Brother Shi? I have only heard a little from my master and Mr. Xu. They said that he is very good at using the sword and was taught by the Master of the Glazed Sword... Can I recognize him?"

"Haha, don't worry, he's very dazzling. You'll recognize him as soon as you see him." Cui Zhaoye laughed, with a certain inexplicable pride in his tone. "As for what kind of person he is... Anyway, he calls himself the 'Dragon of the Abyss'."

"..."

Chu Shuiting stopped at the fifth step, staggered back, with a helpless smile on his face, and many exclamations were heard on the field.

There are not only swordsmen here. Great weapon masters and great craftsmen who are at the top of the cultivation world may be selecting their favorite guests. Young men and women, celebrities and dignitaries are also observing these names. You can prove here that you are stronger than others, and sometimes even surpass thousands of people to win the championship.

There are already several voices talking about the word "Shushan".

"I heard that there seems to be a prize after defeating Senior He?" Jiang Yin'er suddenly lowered her head and said softly.

The girl hasn't sat down yet - or maybe she didn't prepare herself to sit down when she put the sword on her back.

"Ah, yes." Cui Zhaoye raised his head and smiled, "Tonight they said that if anyone can break the Little Sword Immortal's 'Seven-Step Sword Control', they can make a request to anyone present."

The jade pendant of the girl in the drama shook, and she seemed a little surprised: "Any request is acceptable?"

"Well... then the winner has to know his limits." Cui Zhaoye smiled and found that this girl sometimes didn't seem to know much. "Many people here know each other, so it won't be embarrassing."

"Oh." The girl nodded slowly and looked at the field quietly again.

After a moment, he said softly, "Senior He knew the man by his sword the moment he touched the sword, and he won within five moves. Mr. Chu was so focused on showing off his sword skills that Senior He was able to easily touch the sword he wanted to reach."

"It's only right. If I get caught up in a game of exchanging moves with He Ju, I'm afraid I won't even be able to make it through four steps."

"That's true."

Cui Zhaoye didn't say anything else. This time she turned her gaze back and couldn't help but tilt her head and smile - it was the scarlet dragon mask that walked onto the stage.

Jiang Yiner glanced at her.

The man with the dragon face was not fat, but he did have a rounded figure that showed good fortune. He put down the folding fan in his hand, raised his chin towards Zhou Shise who was still leaning drunkenly on the table behind him, and took off his mask.

It was a round face with a white and firm complexion, and his black eyes were piercing and his black hair was tied into a circle with a golden and jade crown. He was not very old and not very tall. If he was the only son of a merchant, he would have been quite suitable for his temperament. However, he had a long sword on his waist and was standing on the field with his head held high.

The waiters did not say anything when the man unveiled his mask. They knew better than anyone how to reduce their presence, and would not bother them too much when a familiar face appeared.

There was friendly laughter in the audience, some people clapped their hands, and Cui Zhaoye also smiled and held his chin.

But the little fat man pulled up his belt, raised his hand to draw the sword, pointed the silver sword light at He Jiu, and looked at him with an angry look on his brows.

(End of this chapter)