Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 565 Who will see
On the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month, the capital is filled with people.

The figures of the people under the Suzaku Sect formed a slow and huge tide, and endless snow fell into the crowd as if falling into the dark sea.

Heavy snow has been falling for a whole day and night. People from all walks of life in Chang'an City may not know about yesterday's Winter Sword Gathering, but they must have heard about the bet made in front of the ministers in front of the Suzaku Gate today.

The vast Winter Sword Stage was already filled with figures of different colors, no less than on the day of the grand court meeting. They gathered together quietly, together forming the solemnity and silence on the sword stage.

Most of the swordsmen from the martial arts sects are at the outer level. Even though they have practiced swordsmanship for several years, many of them have never seen a real sword, nor have they seen the world. This kind of highly anticipated bet is something they are lucky enough to witness. It is only ten days away from being announced. If you are a little further away, it will be too late to come when you hear about it.

The knights who were detained in the capital enjoyed this luck. Those who held swords and wore knives talked and laughed, stood behind the sects, and from time to time stood on tiptoe to glance at the figure standing quietly on the sword platform.

They shared their own news. Some said that this [Tianming Confucian Scholar] had been standing there when the Winter Sword Gathering ended yesterday, and even after a night, there was not much snow on his body; some said that the Tai Chi in the pond in the city a few days ago was the prelude to this matter, and it must be the work of the Taoist immortals; some people excitedly described the power of heaven and earth controlled by the Fourth Prince, saying that a disciple of Nanyue Mountain he knew watched the sword of the [Little White Dragon] yesterday without watching the sword, and truly felt the despair covered by heaven and earth...

Of course, the most talked about thing is the unknown swordsman who accepted the challenge. There is no such name in the several high-ranking holy places. When talking about this matter, people always count the worldly swordsmen in Shenjing now, and predict the opponents for the fourth prince. It is known that there is Chen Quan, the last disciple of the Beihai vein master, Yan Feiqing, who has the most unshakable momentum in the past few years, and Yang Zhenbing, who debuted late but inherited the [Sword Demon] at the age of seventeen... Even looking up, the Youdu vein master himself, and some people even say that the Feiguang sword master is also staying in Shenjing.

Kendo has flourished for thousands of years, and there are so many talented people in the world.

However, it happened to be the name "Pei Ye".

Most people were stunned when they heard this, but if they insisted on searching for more information, they would find that this person was not a completely unknown person.

Some people said that he was very close to the Jingzhao government office. A constable friend said that he would sometimes come to the government office to eat noodles and chat with constable Xie, and that he had assisted in many cases in the government office in recent months. People soon found out that Lord Di, the Jingzhao Yin, was the one who supported Minister Yuan in the court.

Some people also said that he could be seen in Xiuwen Hall. It must be the name "Pei Ye", and he always had a sword on his waist.

Some people also said that this young man seemed to be studying in the Imperial College, and was close to Fang Jidao, who inherited Mr. Zhu's mantle. So, Lord Yuan chose one of his own to play the sword-gambling contest.

……

Anyway, news is always transmitted in this way. When people all over the city are talking about one thing, a lot of submerged information will be stirred up like mud and sand. People will chat about it with relish, without distinguishing whether it is true or false.

But no matter what, this person does not have a distinguished master, nor does he have a brilliant record of battle. He only gives everyone a general impression of the name that will be on the Winter Sword Stage.

When Cui Zhaoye walked forward holding Jiang Yin'er and Changsun Jue's hands, they were walking through the endless discussions.

"Standing upright beside the Minister of Rites, not daring to speak loudly." Cui Zhaoye turned back and looked at Changsun Jue at the end with a smile, "Sister Cui must rescue you."

The face of the girl from the Imperial College did not have the same radiant spirit as hers. She grew up in seclusion and in the study, and had never even seen a few martial arts competitions. Such a grand scene today was obviously a bit shocking to her. Changsun Jue looked back at the edge of the vast crowd from time to time, and countless people were coming in.

"What exactly is the power of heaven and earth?" The three of them had come to the front. Chang Sun Jue looked at the figure standing quietly in the snow with a slight bewilderment. She was dressed warmly, with a light flowered jacket covering her cloak, a cotton hat covering her ears, and her hands tucked into her sleeves. "I heard people in the Imperial College say that this Fourth Prince has been the true number one of the younger generation in Shenjing for a long time, and that the power of heaven and earth is unsolvable... Sister Cui, is that true?"

"If you were a fish or shrimp, the power of heaven and earth would be water." Cui Zhaoye seemed to be very cold-resistant, wearing only one more layer of clothing than Jiang Yin'er. "To put it simply, if he punches you, it is equivalent to the world punching you. If he wants to strangle all the fish in this world, he only needs to clench his fist."

"...But, I heard that classmate Pei is not allowed to use Zhenxuan." Changsun Jue frowned, "If you can't use Zhenxuan, do cultivators have other means, or will they become completely mortals."

"I have become a complete mortal. There are other powers in the world, such as the mind and the famous sword, but today everything is forbidden, and only the sword power is bet." Cui Zhaoye lay on the railing, smiled and looked at her, "Pei Ye is no different from you holding the sword today, except that he is stronger."

Chang Sun Jue had a genuine worry on his face, frowning as he stared at the sword stage: "How did classmate Pei win? That night at the West Pond, he also used his true Qi."

"You said yourself that you believe in classmate Pei." Cui Zhaoye smiled.

"I said he would not lose in a sword fight - but who knew that the Fourth Prince would not even use a sword." Chang Sun Jue pursed his lips and said in a slightly annoyed tone, "Isn't this just cheating?"

Jiang Yin'er next to her was looking at the stage quietly, with her Zhaoshen tied around her waist. Although Changsun Jue had not let go of her hand, she did not join in their conversation, still thinking about the few breaths she had lost yesterday.

It’s not like she hasn’t practiced against her master before, and Taoist Master Shenxiao’s sword isn’t always gentle and appropriate. The girl is actually no stranger to facing the power of heaven and earth.

But the feeling as if heaven and earth were present like that of His Majesty the Fourth Prince had never appeared before.

Tianlou can certainly mobilize the vast power of heaven and earth around him, and even make the heaven and earth follow his own movements to a certain extent, but the decision is still made by Tianlou himself, the human mind, and as long as one is human, there will be obstacles to knowledge and views, and there is the possibility of making mistakes.

But the Fourth Prince won’t.

Whatever the heaven and earth know, he knows; whatever the heaven and earth see, he sees. He seems to have truly merged into and controlled this world, and everything that has happened or will happen in it cannot escape his knowledge.

Even though the power he can mobilize is far from as huge as the real Tianlou, he is indeed worthy of the reputation of "invincible in the same realm", because logically you can't find any possibility that he would lose.

"Master Jiang, Master Jiang."

Changsun Jue called out twice, and the girl with a sword in thin clothes beside her was slightly startled and turned her head towards her.

Chang Sun Jue smiled and said seriously, "Master Jiang, you fought with the Fourth Prince yesterday. Have you figured out how to defeat him?"

Jiang Yin'er was silent for a moment, then shook her head. "I used my true Qi when I used my sword yesterday, but it still didn't work. And true Qi is the most important amplification factor of a sword. If I strip it of my true Qi and only use an ordinary sword, I won't be able to use many of my sword moves, let alone fight."

“Ah.” Chang Sun Jue was a little disappointed, but quickly added, “But Immortal Jiang is already very powerful. No one except you dares to challenge him.”

Jiang Yiner immediately bowed earnestly: "Ms. Changsun is the youngest person in the Imperial College who has mastered all five classics. She is also very impressive."

Chang Sun Jue smiled embarrassedly.

She actually liked this Shenxiao Zhenchuan, whom she had just met through Cui's elder sister two days ago. He was one year younger than her and a little shorter, but he was so handsome and his swordsmanship was very strong. She liked to read all kinds of Jianghu stories when she was young, and she admired Pei so much when she met him. However, Pei was a man after all, which was against etiquette, so she couldn't stick to him every day to ask about swords and Jianghu. Now that she had a girl of the same age, she was very satisfied. She almost surpassed Cui's elder sister and Pei and became the friend she wanted to make the most.

"Because the essence of the sword does not disappear due to the prohibition of true qi." Cui Zhaoye sighed, "Of course, the rule of heaven and earth will not be weakened by the addition of true qi, but the Second Heaven is the challenger. Li Du proposed to ban the true mystery in the court that day, which gave this side the greatest degree of restraint."

Jiang Yin'er pressed her sword and said, "He's scared."

Cui Zhaoye smiled: "Maybe, at least he is the one who cares the most. The two philosophers absolutely believe in the rule of the Fourth Prince in his own world. But this principle itself is not wrong. What we and Young Master Pei pursue really has nothing to do with true qi."

Chang Sun Jue asked, "Is this the 'Sword State' you talked about the other day? Was it successful?"

Cui Zhaoye sighed softly: "I don't know either."

"what?"

"Xu Chuo took over from now on." Cui Zhaoye held up his chin and said, "I reported everything about the sword state to her, and she said I didn't find the key, so she can take over from now on."

Chang Sun Jue's eyes lit up: "Since Mr. Xu is taking over personally, there should be no problem."

Cui Zhaoye frowned slightly: "Which side are you on?"

"what?"

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"What? Don't you realize that I worked so hard to study with Young Master Pei for a month, but in the end, Xu Chuo took all the credit?" Cui Zhaoye rolled his eyes. "She didn't study the swordsmanship herself, so how could she help Young Master Pei learn swordsmanship?"

Chang Sun Jue looked at her and said, "Oh, then go talk to Mr. Xu."

Cui Zhaoye swung his calves and stopped talking.

She looked towards the other end of the sword platform, and saw two leaders in purple standing there vaguely.

……

Yuanzhao had been walking silently past the ministers for some time, and he rarely heard any active greetings from them.

The dispute has reached the eve of being irreconcilable. The loser will of course suffer a crushing defeat and will immediately face a brutal purge. Those who were willing to put some eggs on him in the past, today, looking at the Fourth Prince standing quietly on the stage, find it difficult to raise their hands and speak in the depressed and tense atmosphere.

However, when Li Du came, he still had a lot of greetings. Of course, it was because he was the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, and of course because the Fourth Prince had a huge influence, but more importantly, he was the direct blood of the Five Clans after all. Even if he lost in the political struggle, the power that came with his bloodline was still solid and huge enough. Although he could no longer be the prime minister and manipulate the politics of the Tang Dynasty, he still had absolute dominance in his own solid political circle.

As the saying goes, when two winds blow, tall grasses are easily broken, but big trees only lose some twigs and leaves. More than ten years ago, Xu Ji grew taller than all the trees, but he was just a grass that was easily broken.

"Minister Yuan, the people's livelihood in the capital this year has been reported to the Ministry of Revenue. I hope the submitted documents can be approved as soon as possible." A calm voice came from the side, and it was Di Jiu who bowed.

Yuanzhao turned around and nodded: "Hello, Lord Di, I have received the official document and will approve it the day after tomorrow."

"Okay." Di Jiu stood still and put away his sleeves.

The wind was cold and the snow was chilly, and the atmosphere among the ministers was solemn. Yuanzhao climbed two steps up to a snow-covered platform. When he looked up, the clear and old figure under the big canopy was already sitting and drinking tea.

He was not wearing any warm coat, but a neatly fitting purple robe in the cold weather, with a string of heavy Buddhist beads hanging on his thin wrists.

Yuan Zhao lowered his head and climbed the last step, exhaling a thin breath of white air from his mouth and nose: "Li Pushe, I heard a very good poem the other day, which said, 'It's a pity that the clothes on my body are too thin, I worry about the cheap coal and wish the weather is cold.'"

Li Du lowered his eyes and glanced at him: "Simple and sincere, it is indeed a good poem. Fortunately, Yuan Shangshu is in the Ministry of Revenue and is in charge of finance. The people of our Tang Dynasty will never fall into this situation."

Yuanzhao came up and stood under the canopy with his hands folded: "No, since I became the Shangshu, there have been many times when people's lives have been difficult. Although there have been no major disasters, there are still many people living in poverty. This poem really makes me ashamed."

Li Du raised his eyebrows lightly: "So, Minister Yuan is telling me that he wants to be replaced by a capable person in the Ministry of Revenue?"

"There are so many talented people in the world, but it is hard to find one better than me." Yuanzhao said in a wooden voice.

"Hahaha."

Yuan Zhao rarely smiled, and sighed as he looked at the sword platform, "I wonder how many carts of charcoal can be exchanged for a warm array that Li Pushe carries with him?"

"..."

The surroundings were quiet for a while, and Yuanzhao said to himself calmly: "I am only in the Ministry of Revenue, and it is really difficult for me to save the people from the dire situation."

Li Du looked at the stage indifferently: "Qilin is in the palace, the Holy Emperor is in power, and now the destiny is in the hands of the legitimate prince. Our powerful Tang Dynasty has become a place of water and fire... Minister Yuan, your man is too impatient."

"If the life and death of a person does not affect the fate of the Tang Dynasty, then he is not a human being." Yuan Zhao gathered his sleeves and sighed, "One day or one night, anything that can be fought for should not be abandoned."

The stage became quiet, and not just here or among the ministers. The entire sound in front of the Vermillion Bird Gate died down like a tide. Many eyes were cast towards the highest stage in the east, where the bright yellow imperial carriage had stopped.

People were actually not unfamiliar with this saint. Every year during the Tang Dynasty's military examination, he would stop to watch. However, most of the time, there were several canopies and many attendants, so people could only see a vague figure in the center, and people rarely saw his face.

It is the same now. Around the throne, eunuchs and imperial guards are standing by. There are also a few people in black robes standing closer, but their appearance is vague in the falling snow and it is also difficult to make out their features.

(End of this chapter)