Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 562 The Night Before
There was no need to light a fire. Pei Ye put the earthenware jar he brought back on the table, untied the layers of cotton cloth, and put his hand on it. The abundant true energy quickly made the bone soup boil again, and a rich aroma wafted out.

Xu Chuo was leaning on a chair next to the candlelight, flipping through a book. At this time, He Ce looked up and said, "Take it outside to eat. The whole library is smelling like beef soup."

"It's okay, I'll just use my Qi to clear it away later."

Xu Chuo nodded.

"Aren't you afraid of the cold? Why don't you avoid it at all?" Pei Ye glanced at her.

"Yes, but I can't help it. I just like the cold." Xu Chuo put the book back on the corner of the table, leaned back in his chair and watched the boy serve the soup. "Rain, snow, wind, water, I like them all, but I can't stay indoors when it's warm like spring. I have to go out for a walk after an hour or two, just like a whale floating to the surface to breathe... Open the window."

Pei Ye didn't even raise his head, he flicked his finger and released a stream of Qi, which knocked the window open. Xu Chuo sighed and laughed, "If I had Qi, I would be as lazy as a paraplegic."

"Using Qi to do it requires accurate vision, good Qi control, and the meridian tree must be coordinated... It actually takes more energy to do it all than just walking over and raising your hand." Pei Ye said, "For example, I also like to hold an umbrella when it rains, but I'm too lazy to use Qi."

"I see."

Pei Ye brought the beef soup and steamed bun to her, and took a bowl for himself and sat opposite. As expected, the cold wind rushed in. The window framed a night scene: a plant of cold frost under the moonlight, and a faint wisp of light cloud in the sky behind it.

"The Immortal Terrace said that it will snow in the next two days." Xu Chuo said.

……

Two days passed.

In the backyard of Tianliyuan late at night, Pei Ye sat alone under the eaves, holding a sword and looking at the starry sky outside the window.

It has been eight days, and the news has spread throughout the entire Shenjing. Various sword newspapers, storytelling in restaurants, the streets and alleys, and even the solemn Southern Court and the residences of the powerful and wealthy, everyone is talking about the coming day.

Pei Ye had been with Xu Chuo the whole time, and neither of them mentioned the pressure. Even though the day was approaching, and even though they still hadn't gotten a reassuring answer, neither of them had any anxiety on their faces. Cui Zhaoye had come over to ask secretly a few times, and it was obvious that Chang Sun Jue would ask her after he returned, as well as many classmates in the Sword Training Academy. Too many people were concerned about this matter, and this was not a famous event like the Martial Arts Competition and the Jade Sword Competition. Losing would only lose face, and behind it were two raging waves that were bound to crush each other.

Pei Ye didn't know whether Xu Chuo would be like him, staring out the window quietly for a while late at night.

He now returned his gaze to the book in front of him, which was "Yili" which had been fully annotated by the woman. The style of her annotations was indeed very different from that of Mr. Zhu. Mr. Zhu was a complete pedant, and he sought accuracy in every detail, without avoiding obscure words and phrases. In many cases, the annotations were not easier to understand than the original text. If you wanted to learn, you had to work hard on your own. Xu Chuo, on the other hand, was completely centered on the young man, and his work was fluent and clear, without involving textual research. He annotated the book only so that he could understand it, and did not care about "Yili" itself.

This is exactly her consistent attitude. Just as when Pei Ye asked her "Why do I draw the sword", she did not seem to regard that very serious question as a life choice for a young man, but only regarded it as a tool to learn the [Sword State]. This attitude also made Pei Ye feel much more relaxed.

Pei Ye finished reading the last page and closed the book.

[Heart Letter] was completed at this moment. Pei Ye closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a white mist and purple forest in front of him.

In the quiet backyard, the pond was completely frozen. The boy's hair fluttered as he closed his eyes. The lonely world enveloped him and seeped into him. When the [Heart Tablet] was carved in the mind, when the world enveloped him, the inside and outside were connected as one, the boy's body and mind completely melted into it, and he lived with the world.

At this moment, Pei Ye understood what Mr. Zhu had left for him... This was a test.

Everyone says that your sword can tell everyone that it is not in the sky, but do you really know how to transcend it?

Do you really hold that kind of power in your hands?

If the world is overwhelming you, try to get out.

The young boy sat under the eaves like a statue. The moon and the night were very quiet. Under the cover of night, a little bit of white suddenly began to appear... It was the first snow of this winter.

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On the 19th day of the twelfth lunar month, the city of Shenjing was covered in snow. Although the atmosphere was tense and surging these days, accumulating strength for the upcoming upheavals, and people's eyes were focused on the day after, the annual Chang'an Winter Sword Festival was still held as scheduled.

Not all swordsmen have the strength to challenge the scholar of destiny. The outstanding swordsmen came to Shenjing two months or even half a year ago to socialize and build momentum, all for this promised event.

Many sects would bring their outstanding disciples to watch this sword competition and meet the true talents of swordsmanship. The sword students from the Shenjing Sword Academy would also appear in large numbers at this time. They would wear simple sword uniforms stained with ink and gather quietly in the corner of the sword stage, because the ranking in this sword competition was required in the sword training.

What was different from usual was that at this Winter Sword Meeting there were many officials in blue and red robes, as well as quite a few scholars. At the two ends of the highest leaders, two people in red and purple robes were faintly visible in the wind and snow.

Shangshu and Prime Minister.

The Winter Sword Competition was not an open competition like the Martial Arts Competition. It was similar to the Poetry and Literature Competition, and one needed a letter to enter. Even though the letter was not strict, not many people could come to participate and watch. They were all upper-class people in Shenjing or cultivators from different sects.

The countless other people who were paying attention could only learn about the content and news of the competition from the Sword News.

It must be said that this sword-fighting event was greatly overshadowed. Although there were even more people watching than last year, people were clearly more observing than expecting. It is foreseeable that the various results after the sword gathering will not arouse too heated discussions among the public. I am afraid that most of them will only be about "who is more suitable to stand in front of the Fourth Prince, this person or that person".

Just like the most popular discussion on the field at this moment.

"Yan Feiqing still hasn't come?" The girl stood on tiptoe and looked over, frowning as she searched for him.

"He has indeed been silent for quite a while." Another junior brother said, "But I saw Yang Zhenbing coming, and there are Ning Hongshu and Zuo Qiu... Who is that?"

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"Jiang Yin'er, right?"

"…Looks about my age."

"Do you think it was Yan Feiqing who really went to fight?" The girl held up her chin, "It seems that only he can do it... But that is a power that only Tianlou can touch..."

However, a scholar nearby turned around and said, "Hey, haven't you heard about this, young heroes?"

"What?" Not only the people in this sect were confused, but someone nearby also looked over.

The scholar smiled and said, "The person who will be on stage this time is neither Yan Feiqing nor Yang Zhenbing."

"……Who is that?"

"It seems to be Peiye."

Several people were confused for a moment: "Who is Pei Ye?"

The local spectators in Shenjing nearby reacted a little: "Ah, is it the one who published a sword review in Chang'an Sword News? The one who destroyed the Taiping Cao Gang."

"Yes, yes, I heard it was him."

However, several people from the sword sects were still at a loss - there were too many young heroes in the world who accidentally made a name for themselves somewhere... However, a hero is a hero, and a sword gamble is a sword gamble.

For something like this, if a "perfect sword" like Yan Feiqing is not used, at least Yang Zhenbing should be put on the field... How can one find a Pei Ye?
"This is fake news. There are too many people taking this opportunity to promote themselves."

"No, no," another person said in a gentle voice, "I heard that it was probably this person, and they didn't hide the news."

This person was most likely a young official. The desk was close by, so he passed a note over: "Look, this is the person I sent someone to look for. He is indeed a newcomer."

【Pei Ye, a native of Shaolong, was seventeen years old. He came to Beijing between September and October. He became a swordsman in the Sword Academy this year. In November, he and Yan Feiqing destroyed the Taiping Cao Gang in Xichi with their swords. In November, he entered the Huanlou. After that, he became quite famous in the upper echelons. People said, "Within seven steps, there is a crack in the heavenly tower." 】

(End of this chapter)