Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 530 Xu Menglang

The little fat man rushed forward, his sword energy was really powerful, and Chu Shuiting was returning to the field.

Another round of drinking was over, and the banquet was full of joy. The smoke from the stove rose and drifted away, and where it was about to disperse was where the three people sat. The plain clothes under the white wall were still as quiet as a moonlit night.

Dozens of Zen masters in white robes gathered together, burning incense and chanting scriptures. Sitting in the main seat in the middle, a man with a serene Buddha face had called a man who looked like a senior monk to stand beside him. The aroma of clear tea wafted over, and the two men held a scripture, seemingly asking and answering questions about the meaning of the scripture.

Only the tall and thin face of the black fox looked at the audience and nodded slightly, but it was unknown whether it was towards Chu Shuiting's five improvements or the little sword fairy's last graceful "Piercing Flowers and Butterflies".

"As expected of the contemporary leader of Shushan." Zhou Shise tilted his head and said with a drunken smile, "This fighting style is more pleasing than yours."

Standing next to him was Ning Chaolie who had just finished the battle. The man had messy hair and his hands were hanging in front of him holding the mask. He shook his head and said, "Brother Chu is much better than me. He only used the four words 'man-sword harmony' to fight the enemy. He is really a man of great skill and courage."

The two men had very different methods of playing chess against He Ju. Although both of them took the initiative to attack and were defeated by He Ju with ease and grace, at the level of "chess", Ning Chaolie was actually taking the "defense" approach while Chu Shuiting was taking the "attack" approach.

Ning Chaolie's three moves of "Snow Flowing Sword" reached perfection, with no gaps in the connection between the moves. When he swung his sword with these three moves, it seemed like an attack, but in fact he was using this flawless perfection to press down on He Ju, forcing him to break.

——If you can’t break my three moves, you will be defeated.

Chu Shuiting was the exact opposite. He drew his sword without any moves, and his energy and spirit were all on his sword. He threw away all life and death, victory and defeat, and just wanted to break the sword in front of him and pierce the empty door of the person in front of him. This kind of sword-controlling method requires a great affinity between the person and the sword, and everything is left to the on-the-spot response, which is exactly the talent that Ning Chaolie envied.

But in the eyes of a swordsman like He Ju, every time he draws the sword only focusing on his own goal and forgetting the overall situation, it will bring many loopholes.

In this situation, what Chu Shuiting wanted was "If I can't defeat you, I will be the one who loses."

"Actually... there is no difference." Zhou Shise took a sip of wine and smiled vaguely, his eyes squinting drunkenly. "After all, he is the young swordsman of Yu Fengnian. He is also a great figure in the history of swordsmanship. This is the only way for everyone to show their abilities and try."

Ning Chaolie sighed lightly, without saying anything, and quietly looked at the round figure who had already exchanged swords on the field.

Yes, in the eyes of those who know more about swords, the two people - or all the swordsmen who wanted to try it before and after - no matter how different their strategies and swordsmanship were, they were actually making the same choice.

It is called "playing chess and sword", but it is actually "doing exercises".

Be it Ning Chaolie or Chu Shuiting, it is impossible for them to stand in front of He Ju on an equal footing and discuss the word "Yijian". Whether they are attacking or defending, they are actually facing the unchanging question given by He Ju - "Seven-Step Sword Control".

Ning Chaolie completed three flawless changes of "Snow Flowing Sword", and Chu Shuiting devoted himself to his sword attack. In fact, he was just trying out the strategy he had already thought of - it was already exciting enough to complete his planned tactics in front of He Ju, but whether he could succeed or not was difficult to decide by himself.

From this perspective, the chances of playing are greater the later you go on stage.

"...We must look at the next person." Zhou Shise raised his chin to the other side. In fact, the direction was quite off, but Ning Chaolie also knew who he was talking about.

The young man in simple black clothes and with a black snake covering his face stood under the pillar. It seemed that he had not spoken to anyone since entering the Illusion Tower.

At this time, he placed a dark sword in front of him, staring at the scene motionlessly.

It was at this time that the fat boy was defeated.

This sword fight was unexpectedly good to watch, and even caused quite a stir on the field, because in the eyes of people who knew swords, he really had two unexpected sword moves that were really brilliant.

He should have stopped at the second step, but he took the fourth step.

He hasn't even reached the Eight Lives. Even if the Little Sword Immortal doesn't take advantage of his true Qi, it at least means that he himself has not yet reached the pinnacle in controlling his true Qi.

Cui Zhaoye raised his hands and clapped. When he saw the last two swords, his noble face also showed genuine surprise, and then he smiled and shouted "Good!"

The eldest daughter of the Cui family has a noble enough status here, so she can express her emotions and preferences frankly and freely.

Jiang Yin'er looked at her, then looked carefully at the round figure on the field. The small jade pendant next to the mask shook slowly twice.

The little fat man on the field took two breaths, lowered his head and picked up the sword with a look of dissatisfaction, and glared at Yunshangren again.

He Ju looked at him with great interest, then returned to the cloud and sat cross-legged, holding the wine pot and said with a smile: "You are really interesting. With such a poor foundation, you can fight me for three moves. If you keep learning, you will have a long future."

The fat boy snorted, raised his sword and lowered his head before leaving the venue.

But he followed Cui Zhaoye's wave and walked over.

Cui Zhaoye's skirt fell to the ground as she looked at him with a smile on her face. The fat boy plopped down beside her long table and muffledly picked up a snack and swallowed it.

"Why are you still emotional?" Cui Zhaoye laughed, "You are a latecomer, and it's good enough that you can use it like this - I told you last time to be more courageous when facing the sword, and you did a good job today."

The small jade pendant moved slightly, and the girl's hand holding the sword tightened a little, and she lowered her head to look at them.

"I thought I could make three steps, but the second step was a mess, and I don't know what I was fighting after that." The little fat man said a little dejectedly, muttering, "Next year, the Master of Chunming Sword will come to Shenjing. How can I meet her if I don't practice sword well..."

Cui Zhaoye lowered his head and suppressed his laughter. He wanted to say, "It's okay, she doesn't even know who you are yet." But he couldn't be too cruel to his childhood playmate, so he had to hand him a glass of sake: "Okay, eat your meal one bite at a time - look, there's a guest here."

He turned around and stretched out his palm towards Jiang Yin'er, saying seriously, "This is Jiang Yin'er, the top disciple of the Shenxiao Sect. She is only sixteen years old and just became famous this year. With only two sword skills, she has already ranked in the middle of the duck list."

However, there was no sound for a while. She turned around and saw Jiang Yin'er holding the sword in both hands. She saluted nervously and politely, saying:
"Hello, Brother Shi."

"..."

A dragon hidden in the abyss, with a lot of spiritual energy, practicing sword skills halfway through, with a weak foundation, attracting attention... He admires the Master of the Glazed Sword.

It is true.

Jiang Yin'er pursed her lips slightly under the mask and looked at the person in front of her seriously with her almond-shaped eyes.

Cui Zhaoye and the little fat man were silent for a moment, and the little fat man turned around and looked at Cui Zhaoye.

"That... I made a mistake." Cui Zhaoye said calmly, "This is His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince, his name is Li Chen."

……

As Pei Ye walked up the stairs from the lower level, dragging his sword, he met Xu Menglang's gaze, who was looking at him with his neck stretched out.

In the prosperous and elegant banquet hall, with candles below and the bright moon above, you can see three masks in the bright light at the end. The pressure from Tianlou's downcast eyes still covers everything, and you have to draw your sword in such a gaze.

The air was filled with Buddhist incense and Zen sounds, just like a fairyland. Further behind, there were high walls, plain clothes, and a bright moon above his head. That was probably the prince who was said to have ridden the snake spirit to heaven to convey messages.

It seemed like another world, and in the middle of the banquet hall below, a man was sitting cross-legged on a cloud, looking carefree and relaxed. In front of him, the figure in black clothes holding a sword was taking off the mask of the black snake.

"How is it, have you read the poem?" Pei Ye came to sit next to Xu Menglang, looking at the guests in the hall. The excitement seemed to have nothing to do with this third place winner. "I'm a little late, I won't miss your masterpiece." Xu Menglang was silent for a moment, shook his head and smiled: "I have already revealed my identity, I don't have the qualifications, I just want to find an opportunity to throw it out... Now they are talking very harmoniously, if I squeeze in, it will only make people dislike me."

He looked over there, raised his hand and pushed a small bowl to the young man, which contained half a bowl of clear wine.

"This wine tastes really good, it must be worth a fortune." Xu Menglang smiled softly, "If you don't come here, you may never be able to drink it. Unfortunately, I can't ask the waiter to pour it, so I can only leave half for you."

"..."

"I poured it into the decanter and drank it without touching my lips."

Pei Ye looked down at the half bowl of wine, the liquid waves shining brightly under the candlelight. After a moment, he tilted his head and stretched out his hand: "I am also learning poetry. Let me see your masterpiece."

There was a sound of people moving in the banquet hall, accompanied by some shouts and screams. It was Young Master Xuanshe drawing his sword and taking the seventh step. On the other side, the woman in red took off her mask and became the most qualified person on the field to face the knife ghost.

"What a masterpiece." Anyway, this corner was still quiet. Xu Menglang laughed and took out a piece of paper from his arms. "Don't be afraid of you laughing. I also worked hard for a long time to get such a simple five-character poem."

He handed it to the young man beside him, his eyes looking at the colorful lights in front of him, and the shadows of knives and swords flying in the hall.

He sighed and said, "There is a science to flattery. It cannot be too blatant. 'Fawning' should be called 'paying respects', and begging for food should be written in the form of poetry. The better it is written, the easier it will be to use."

Pei Ye took the paper and looked at the handsome man. He actually had a very gentle temperament, but since they met, his words were always sharp.

Few people would keep cutting themselves with the blade, unless they just despise themselves.

Pei Ye unfolded the paper in his hand and lowered his eyes. He was stunned by the brilliant and gentle words.

"Poetry is hard to rank. I can't actually write it, but I'm just not afraid of losing face." Xu Chuo once said when he handed him the poetry book, "But there are many truly great poets in the capital, some who have made it, some who have not... If you come across them and read them, you'll know that this is the same as sword poetry - people who can write are always in another world."

Now Pei Ye feels that he has encountered it.

The poem was titled "Chrysanthemum" and was written on the paper in an exquisite handwriting:
Dim and pale purple, melting and yellowing.

The color of Tao Ling's fence, and the fragrance of Luo Han's house.

When will the heavy dew be stopped? It is actually because we are afraid of the setting sun.

I wish to ride on a golden parrot and ascend to your white jade hall.

"..."

Pei Ye looked at these eight sentences quietly, and the sounds of swords and knives in his ears seemed to be far away.

After a few breaths, he raised his head, looked at the silent and dazed man in front of him, and said seriously: "How can I dare to learn poetry in the future if you show me this kind of thing?"

Xu Menglang was stunned for a moment, then laughed twice and tilted his head to look at him: "Mr. Pei's talent for complimenting people is much better than mine."

"That's really not a compliment." Pei Ye was a little bit embarrassed. He stroked the paper and was reluctant to return it to him. He said, "Do you have any other poems?"

Xu Menglang shook his head and smiled: "Okay, the poetry sword over there is moving quite fast - Master Pei, although I don't know much about swords, the people in front seem to be very powerful. Are you the last one in line? In my opinion, you should have rushed behind the Ninth Prince just now..."

Pei Ye did not speak, but looked at the man seriously: "I am talking about poetry with you."

Xu Menglang was slightly stunned.

"You write such good poems, but you feel sorry for yourself after you finish writing them, and you don't even want to look at them." Pei Ye looked down at these eight beautiful sentences, "Because you don't want to use your talent on this kind of poems, right?"

"..."

"..."

"I think... it seems unnecessary to spend time talking about life now." Xu Menglang whispered, "Master Pei, why don't you take this opportunity to see how that little swordsman strikes with his sword?"

"I'm watching. It's easy for us cultivators to multitask."

"...Oh." Xu Menglang was silent for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle.

Pei Ye also smiled and looked at him: "I'm serious - why don't you write the poem you want to write? I think it must be very exciting."

"Master Pei, why don't you use the sword you want to use?" Xu Menglang smiled helplessly and looked at him, "When you learned sword, wasn't it to be a hero, but to show off in front of these people?"

"Of course I wrote the poems I wanted to write. I wrote 'The phoenix and the emperor are eager to make love, and the swallows and sparrows do not spare each other'. I wrote 'If I meet Chen Houzhu in the underworld, why should I ask about the flowers in the back garden again'. I have written too much, Master Pei, but how can I dare to show them except in front of you today? Who else can I show them to?!"

Xu Menglang picked up half a bowl of sake, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Pei Ye looked at him quietly and said, "If my sword is not for them to admire, then I won't use your poem to please them, how about that?"

"..."

"Ok?"

Xu Menglang was slightly startled: "You... don't want to test this sword?"

"Don't worry about it." Pei Ye turned around to greet the waiter, then turned his head and said seriously, "Since you didn't laugh at me talking about poetry with you just now, I won't hold it against you for drinking my wine."

Xu Menglang lowered his head and stared blankly at the empty bowl in his hand until the waiter came over and filled it up.

At this moment, the whole banquet hall was filled with two loud cheers. They were because He Hongzhu had won within ten moves. The light of his sword was retracted into the sheath like a silver dragon, and he showed off the demeanor of the world's top cultivator without any reservation.

She was the one who stopped least, and when she walked to the hallway, she was already holding a Jianzhen Pill in her hand.

Pei Ye stood up and saluted obediently, and he and Hongzhu looked at him without saying anything.

"……senior?"

"I would like to try the swordsman trained by Ming Qitian, but it's too embarrassing to fight with you. I'm going back to recruit disciples. See you next year, Yu Lin." The woman didn't seem to have any intention of competing with him and the little sword fairy anymore. She swallowed the pill, turned around and went down the stairs.

And in the more central sword arena, as more people turned their heads and exclaimed, it was discovered that Chen Quan, the true disciple of Beihai Mansion, had firmly stepped within two steps of the Little Sword Immortal.

(End of this chapter)