Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 567 Winter Dusk
There was only silence in front of the Vermillion Bird Gate. It was no longer the chill brought by [Tian Lin Yi], but the fact that people were unable to speak at this moment.

The Tang Emperor lowered his eyes, and the wind was taking away the heat from the teacup in front of him.

He was probably the first person on the field to look away indifferently. Li Huang stared at the stage in a daze, clenching his snow-white fists for a few breaths before he reacted and hid them in his sleeves.

Several princes were sitting in front of the desk. Li Chen stared blankly at the figure on the stage drinking. He leaned forward unconsciously until his round belly knocked over the wine jug on the table, and a clinking sound woke everyone up.

Li Bijun nestled in Princess Yuan's arms, looking at the adults' faces in a daze. She subconsciously climbed up to her mother's neck and whispered, "Mother, did Fourth Brother win..."

Princess Yuan immediately covered her mouth.

But there was no reaction on the field. Everyone's eyes were still looking at the two figures standing back to back below. Li Zhi raised his hand and made a very human gesture for the first time - he raised his hand and touched the blood flowing from his neck, then lowered his head and stared at the bright red on his hand.

The entire Suzaku Gate gradually woke up at this moment. On the high platform, Li Du's stiff face turned slightly pale. He didn't know when he suddenly stood up. At this moment, he fell into the chair, trembling slightly, picked up a bowl of tea and drank it with his head down, hiding his expressionless face in the shadows.

Yuan Zhao's body swayed twice, he chuckled twice woodenly, then chuckled twice again, and then continued to laugh. Few people had seen this stone-like man in this state, and it was hard to tell whether there was pleasure or coldness in his laughter.

Chang Sun Jue had a look of disbelief and confusion on her face. She reached out to the side and said, "Yes, did classmate Pei win? It seems so, right? Sister Cui... Immortal Jiang?"

But no one paid attention to her for a moment. The next moment, Jiang Yin'er turned around in shock: "Yes... yes, it was classmate Pei - it was Brother Shi who won. The Fourth Prince... didn't even take a single move."

Yes, I didn’t catch a single move.

The Fourth Prince of [Tianming Confucian Scholar] was invincible in the same realm, but after the heaven and earth were avoided, the only one standing in front of Pei Ye was "Li Zhi".

Of course, you are also a seven-year-old.

Although he had never practiced sword skills and had never actually fought, Qi Sheng was indeed a man with abundant and powerful true energy.

Of course, I am a mortal body without any true energy.

But as long as I have a sword in my hand, I don't need a second trick to kill a Qi Sheng like you.

Cui Zhaoye ignored everyone. He put his arms on the railing, resting his chin on his arms, staring at the figure on the field, and no one knew what he was thinking.

In fact, this is exactly the state of the vast majority of people under the Dong Jian stage, including the martial arts sects, scholars and common people. They are not in the same mood as the girl, but their eyes are focused on the same figure.

A figure that had never been seen before, a name that had never been heard before, but now people had it imprinted in their eyes. That tall figure was a little broader and stronger than Yan Feiqing, and not as thin; a little taller than Yang Zhenbing, and more well-proportioned. This figure was similar to Chen Quan and Han Xiuben, but his face was more handsome than Chen Quan, and his temperament was more easy-going than Han Xiuben... and when it came to swords... no one was as good as this sword.

So cold, so fierce, so stunningly beautiful, so life-threatening, so split second between life and death... From now on, everyone who stands in front of the Suzaku Gate will recognize her the moment they see her.

There is no need to look for any comparison or similarity. There is only one such swordsman in Shenjing. He stands at the same top as all the prominent names and does not need anyone to embellish him. From today onwards and for many days to come, this will be the most famous name in the entire Tianzi City... His name is Pei Ye.

The noise in the martial arts sects began to rise. If before the opening, people were just curiously searching for this name, now it was a real noise. At this moment, people even forgot the shock that Tian Linyi had just brought. Everyone was asking about the name of "Pei Ye", and everyone was at a loss for the shocking sword light just now. The girl turned her head and looked at the young man: "Master, Senior Brother, where did you hear about him last time... Tell me again, is there anything else?"

"Where is this Master Pei Ye from... What is he? Doesn't he have his own nickname?"

On the field, the young man seemed to have just come out of a certain state, still drunk. He stared blankly at the broken sword fragment on the ground, but bent down to pick it up.

This action seemed to wake Cui Zhaoye up. Changsun Jue and Jiang Yin'er were whispering something. She suddenly turned her head and stared at them seriously.

Chang Sunjue and Jiang Yin'er were both slightly startled: "...What's wrong?"

"I have an idea." Cui Zhaoye's cheeks were slightly flushed, his eyes were shining, and he said slowly and solemnly, "I want to establish a Peiye enthusiasts club."

"..."

"You two need to join in."

Even Jiang Yin'er, who was looking at the world brother with admiration and joy, shook her head hastily. Chang Sun Jue's eyes widened even more: "Pei Ye... Friend Club, what is that?"

"It is made up of the people in the world who love and support Young Master Pei the most..."

The area in front of the Vermillion Bird Gate was already in an uproar, with countless scholars cheering and crying at the top of their lungs, as well as shouting "Pei Ye", "Yuan Zhao" in unison... This was indeed the most hysterical release of repressed emotions, and it had not lasted for a few months, but for ten years.

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Since that brutal chariot-drawing, since countless people in blue and red robes were bloodily cleansed, many people have lived and struggled in the worst environment for ten years. Ten years is enough time for a small pond to freeze over, for a house to become old, and for a thin girl to grow up.

And from the time the young man stepped onto the Winter Sword Platform, not even a quarter of an hour had passed.

The most irreconcilable dispute between the Two Heavens Theory and the One Heaven Theory, the bet on sword power that the entire Divine Capital had been looking forward to for ten days, was decided in just a few breaths, with the sky and the abyss being irreversible.

The cheers and excitement will echo in front of the Suzaku Gate for a long time, and no one will stand up and say anything for a long time.

On the Winter Sword Stage, a beautiful woman in a soldier's uniform with long hair came up to the drunken and dazed young man and whispered something to him. Then she turned around and said something to the stunned Li Zhi. She also held a silver wine jug in her hand.

Emperor Tang looked towards the high platform on his left and said calmly, "Yuan Qing, please follow me."

He stood up from the throne. The snow had stopped at this time. It was a deep winter evening and the sun was slowly setting in the sky.

None of the princes and concubines moved, but on the sword platform, the woman in military uniform smiled, raised the pot, tilted her head back and took a sip happily, with traces of wine running down her chin.

The orange setting sun shone from behind her. She looked proudly towards the east, where a pale moon was hanging in the sky.

(End of this chapter)