Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 566: Sleeve Tiger
Emperor Tang lowered his eyes and saw the crowd in front of the Suzaku Gate, like a black tide, most of them looking up.

He sat on the throne with his sleeves folded, the eunuchs and guards took their seats, and the ceremonial guards behind him dispersed one by one.

"The newly brewed sake of Zhaixing Tower comes out of the vat when the first snow falls, so it is called 'New Snow'." Li Huang smiled gently, holding a silver wine pot, "I sent someone to buy a bottle, Your Majesty, do you want to drink it? Or tea?"

"Add some more tea." The Tang Emperor's gaze shifted towards the sword platform. The figure in plain clothes was still standing there quietly, as if melting into the snow.

He stood here all night, and the snow all over the sky was indeed of use to him.

The Immortal Terrace said that the snow would last for a day and a night. Now another day was about to pass, and the snow was still floating like white hair. At noon, the Tang Emperor pinched a snowflake that fell on his hand and looked up at the sky.

"Fourth brother, aren't you cold?" A crisp voice came from beside the table. Eight-year-old Li Bijun, still wearing a bun on her head, frowned and looked up at the figure below. However, as soon as the words came out of her mouth, the woman behind her gently covered her mouth.

"Shh, this is a quiet place, don't make any noise." The woman lowered her head towards the throne.

Li Huang tilted her head and smiled: "Empress Yuan, please ask Bijun to come up. She is short and can see more clearly from here."

Princess Yuan lowered her head and smiled at the little girl: "Her Royal Highness the Queen is calling you over."

Li Bijun giggled, ran and threw herself into the arms of the woman in front of the case, and then persevered and whispered to the man next to her: "Father, isn't Fourth Brother cold?"

Emperor Tang handed her a snack and said, "He has great cultivation and is not afraid of the cold."

"I've opened my pulse, but it's still cold!" Li Bijun spread out ten red fingers.

Emperor Tang held her hands to warm them, and said calmly: "You were lazy when practicing, so naturally your Qi is weak and not flowing smoothly."

Li Bijun quickly retracted her hand and threw herself into Li Huang's arms.

Outside the throne sat three tables of young men and women in similar clothing, each with a case. No other concubines were seen. Li Huang smiled and glanced at them, saying, "Jiu'er has been practicing very hard in the past two years."

Li Chen was stunned for a moment and raised his head, then he left his seat and bowed respectfully: "Reporting to the Queen Mother, I am reading the Sword Scripture."

"You're always so reserved." Li Huang smiled faintly, "Go ahead and read it."

Li Chen bowed again and returned to the case.

He was sitting at the last seat. The other two seats were occupied by a young girl and a young man in loose clothes. They were the Sixth Princess Li Youlong and the Third Prince Li Yujin. There was an empty seat between the two of them, which was the seat for the Fourth Prince Li Zhi.

And further to the right, there is another empty seat.

Li Bijun moved her eyes to take a look, then hooked her hands around Her Majesty the Queen's neck and buried her head in it.

Although she was young, her mother taught her seriously what she should say, what she could say, what she shouldn't say, and what she should never say. Words are not enough to control a six or seven-year-old girl, so these teachings were often accompanied by different levels of pain.

Only absolutely unbearable pain would make one absolutely unable to open their mouths. Her mother had told her that only those who could convey the Kirin Heavenly Decree could lead a single seat. Who sat there, who did not sit there, who suddenly stopped sitting there... these were things that could not be spoken of.

Including the seat that is always empty, don't even look at it.

There were many words in it that she could not understand, but this dangerous area was indeed in her heart, like a vicious beast that was eager to devour people.

But when she put her face against the Queen's chin and rubbed it gently - this is what her mother said she should do - she suddenly found that the Queen's head was tilted very much, and she was no longer tickling her belly gently.

She looked in the direction she was looking and saw that she was looking at the empty seat.

No...it was even farther away...it was a vermilion carriage standing quietly outside the imperial procession.

It is not very bright, but a very light and beautiful color. The snow scene is both lonely and beautiful. The curtains are drawn and there is no one driving a carriage.

Her Royal Highness the Queen was quiet for a moment, and then she said softly, "Jinyang is here too."

Li Bijun suddenly felt an inexplicable tremor in her heart. She stopped chewing the snacks and leaned on the queen's shoulder without moving.

After a few breaths, Her Majesty the Queen turned around and smiled softly: "Why don't you eat anymore?"

Li Bijun said in a sweet voice: "I'm full."

She jumped down from his arms, and only then realized that her father had been staring at that direction for a longer time.

"It's time to come and take a look." Emperor Tang said calmly, turning to the eunuch behind him, "Go and inform them and ask them to come over here and sit down."

Behind him, Yu Sicheng leaned forward to take the order and left. The Tang Emperor turned his gaze back to the sword platform. It was past noon and the sky was getting darker.

"Fourth brother will definitely win!" Li Bijun clenched her fist and said to Her Royal Highness the Queen before leaving. This is also what her mother said should be done.

Sure enough, Her Majesty the Queen gave her a gentle smile and gently stroked her head.

After a while, Yu Sicheng came over, leaned over to the side of the throne, and whispered, "Your Majesty, His Highness Jinyang is not in the carriage."

Emperor Tang nodded, seemingly not caring much, his eyes cast down at the sword platform.

……

The time was approximately the end of the Shen hour.

The saint had been at the East Platform for half an hour. The Fourth Prince stood quietly on the Winter Sword Platform. For the first time, he raised his head, and the snow fell into his eyes.

Everyone felt their hair stand on end at this moment.

Even when the saint came, the bustling crowd in front of the Suzaku Gate only subsided, and at this moment it was silent as if it was strangled to death.

It is hard to imagine that in the midst of such a grand gathering there would be silence late at night, with only the sound of falling snow floating in the air.

Many people have heard the metaphor about the shrimp growing on the back of a whale these days, and it seemed apt at the time, but it was not until now that anyone felt so deeply what it felt like to be watched by that whale.

[The Confucian Scholar of Heaven's Mandate] opened his eyes in his own world.

How many tens of thousands of people gathered here, how many lives grew up in this world, and now everything was reflected in their eyes. However, for the crowd in front of the Suzaku Gate, those who had never experienced such a thorough insight would never be able to empathize with this kind of palpitations.

Her heart almost stopped in an instant, and Changsun Jue opened her mouth stiffly, not feeling her own breath at all. Only then did she truly realize how admirably strong the Taoist girl next to her was to be able to stand alone in the face of such despair yesterday.

[Tianlin Yi] slowly spread to the entire world, and the snowflakes were still floating quietly. All its passages and landings left traces in Li Zhi's eyes... For the Fourth Prince and the Five Surnames, Tianlin Yi also needed a chance to see the world.

It is not a trump card held by the people of Jianghu, it is the blood of the Tang Dynasty and the hard work of the Tianli Court for the past 20 years, it is the consolidation of Haotian's rule and the manifestation of Qilin's authority. Ertianlun asked to gamble in front of all the ministers, and they all agreed. Just as Ertianlun was eager to prove itself, facing the turbulent court, Haotian also needed to show his unshakable nature once again.

This is exactly what Haotian meant that everything in front of the Suzaku Gate is now silent.

The palpitations did not continue. Many people gasped twice but remained silent.

The sects clenched their swords with trembling hands, and the throats of the people in the martial arts world were silently strangled... You will never see such enemies in the martial arts world.

The Confucian Book of Changes, the blood of the unicorn... How could such means exist in the martial arts world? They are all unique in the world and come from the core of the most powerful empire.

There are many sects and holy places, and the Tang Dynasty still ruled this land for several hundred years. These are its eyes and fangs.

Many people, before this moment and in the previous days, talked with great interest about Yan Feiqing, Chen Quan, and Yang Zhenbing... Now no one dared to say which disciple from a famous family could face such a vast and boundless situation.

The field was silent, with only the sound of flying snow.

Do you want to prove that a mortal body and a sword... can defeat such an untouchable vastness?
The so-called "betting on sword power", the so-called dispute in Shenjing for months and years, turned out to be such a fantastic thing?

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Of course Yan Feiqing wouldn't come, Yang Zhenbing wouldn't come, the Sword Master and the Pulse Master wouldn't come either... So they could only choose that poor Pei Ye... A fearless young man who wanted to be famous, so this is what happened...

Until a clear and carefree laugh came from the audience.

It seemed so clear in the silence, but with a hint of drunkenness: "Pei Ye, I told you, after you sing this play, you will truly be the most popular martial artist in the capital! ... Go now!"

That is the place where you climb up to the Winter Sword Platform from the other side. The so-called "other side" is of course relative to the Fourth Prince, and is now in the west.

"Well."

This was the vague response this sentence received. There was no other voice, only the clear sound of footsteps stepping on the snowy steps, slowly, step by step, until the figure of a young man rose in the snow.

He stood on the Winter Sword Stage, and under the gaze of a hundred thousand people, he raised his neck and took a sip.

A sharp sword was hanging at his waist. He had no outer clothes and was barefoot. He wore only a single garment that fluttered in the wind. His strong neck and chest were revealed, and his long hair was casually tied with a silk ribbon belonging to some unknown woman, floating behind him.

Everyone could see that he had indeed lost his energy. He staggered with heavy steps and stumbled twice on the slippery ground. He was just an ordinary mortal. The weight of the sword on his waist was a burden to him.

He had indeed drunk a little too much, and his sword-like eyes seemed to be in a dream.

The man stood swaying ten feet in front of Li Zhi, glanced lazily at the person in front of him, raised his hand to pick up the pot and took a sip again. His posture of drinking was extremely relaxed, as if that was the most wonderful thing in the world.

【Tianlin Yi】has never disappeared.

Snowflakes fell on his face and on his sword. Yesterday, Jiang Yin'er was drowned in the snow without any resistance, and none of the swordsmen watching stood up after her.

The young man inevitably staggered, and at the other end, Li Zhi moved for the first time, slowly raising his hand towards him with an expressionless face.

The wind and snow were like a curtain, almost completely covering the young man. The first snow of the Xinsi year in Shenjing had already fallen for two days and one night. It was large enough, heavy enough, and of course enough to drown a young man in simple clothes and holding a sword.

It was unclear whether the young man was drunk or smiling on his face. Under the gaze of everyone, he took off his sword and stroked it slowly and gently.

Then he tapped lightly with his fingers together, and the clear sound instantly pierced through everyone's heart and lungs, rushing straight to the top of their heads and making the hairs on their skin stand up!

The drunken young man chanted loudly, like a hermit in the forest, penetrating all the wind and snow: "Don't you see, the Kunwu iron smelter is full of flames and smoke, and the red light and purple air are all brilliant."

Then everyone saw that the wind and snow had stopped in an instant.

It was like a beautiful painting, with each snowflake clearly still in the air, and the wind died... It was not until the next moment that people realized that it was the Fourth Prince who had stopped moving.

Because the teenager is too fast.

When you are fast enough, doesn't the world stop?

The young man's right sleeve suddenly fluttered like a burning fire, but it was certainly not because of the wind, because the wind could no longer catch up with him.

The tree in Dantian grew towards the palm of his right arm and climbed up the meridians in an instant. Pei Ye suddenly tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword, and a sharp and cold light flashed in his dreamy eyes.

The world reacted at that moment, just like a fish feeling the movement of water, and everyone felt that the world around them suddenly pressed down on that unruly figure. However, all the raging waves could not touch him, because he was a drop of water that had jumped out of the sea.

No matter how high the waves are, they are always higher than the height of a drop of water splashing.

This height is called sword.

A chic sword, an unruly sword… On the long curtain of silent snow and dead wind, a white shadow flashed by, a silver light flashed across the fourth prince’s neck for a moment, and the crisp sound of shattering seemed to ring in everyone’s ears.

A bright line of blood appeared on Li Zhi's neck. The next moment, a clanging sound of swords clashing was heard. Pei Ye's sword blade suddenly broke into pieces. When both of them fell to the ground at the same time, it turned out to be a tea lid that flew in from outside the field.

Li Zhi stood there in a daze, a look of confusion appearing in his calm eyes for the first time. A young man in fluttering clothes stood diagonally behind him, the broken sword in his right hand still vibrating rapidly. He raised the wine jug in his left hand and took a sip with drunken eyes.

No one knows how a person who is forbidden to know the true mystery can be so fast, and how he can escape the attention of heaven and earth.

The ministers will not know, the martial arts sects will not know, the two philosophers will not know, and the saint will not know.

Maybe he used [Floating Back to the Wind] ten times in an instant, maybe that was just one use of the world's best [Flying Feather Fairy] or [Walking on Water to Pick Scales]... but it doesn't really matter. Even if you watch this scene ten more times, no one may be able to understand it... because no one has ever seen or understood it.

He is the first person in the world to obtain this power.

Sword Form: [Sleeve Tiger]

Before your meridian tree burns out.

All gaps are broken, and all swords are immortal.

(End of this chapter)