The Lord who use immortals as food

The small wooden sign that read "Pei Ye" hung on the door of B4 Field for three days.

It wasn't until the cold moon hung in the sky again that the door was pushed open from the inside. The young man with a loose sword walked out, took off his hook, and looked around in a daze for a while. The sword field was quiet, and the sound of distant swords could not be heard clearly.

He raised his eyes and looked at the sky. The first cloud was covering the moon.

It took a total of an hour to take a bath, calm down, and take a nap with eyes closed. When he opened his eyes and stood up, cold raindrops began to fall from the sky.

The rain in winter always seems to be heavier than in other seasons. The large water droplets fall from the clouds and hit the bluestone, quickly soaking it with moisture.

Walking on such wet ground, it takes about half an hour to walk from the Sword Xiuyuan to the West Pond.

Taiping Caoxitang is located just two streets away from Xichi. This is a street away from the bustling scene. There are few Red Mansion restaurants. The wide streets and hard stone slabs are for the passage of horses and goods.

As the hall closest to the dock, the biggest task on weekdays is to handle daily water transportation. The leader of the hall, "Xiheng" Zhao Qianqu, is the oldest one among the "Four Hengs of Taiping". He has been with Qiu Tianyu since the gang was founded, and now even his son They have all become helmsmen. Many people say that if he had not been able to break through Xuanmen, the second dragon leader should have changed his position.

But Zhao Qianqu himself is still more accustomed to staying behind the scenes. Now on a night when the Taiping Cao Gang is in full swing, he still sits in the west hall, forming a barrier between Feijing Tower and Taiping Pier. Anyone who wants to go to the east bank of the West Lake has to go here. Passing by the street.

A big gang like this shouldn't have any time to relax completely.

Zhao Qianqu was sitting under the eaves, thinking, with a slender sword in the shape of the Western Regions leaning against the chair.

He still has more than a hundred people on this street tonight, all of them are capable thugs. Zhao Qianqu knows that there are several small gangs below who have been restless recently, but if they dare to eat the courage of a bear and seek death today, he will Let them come as many as you want, and leave as many as you let them come.

This is the world of Shenjing, a second world away from the control of the government. Gangs and rangers, fighting and fighting, are all responsible for life and death. But what you grab is yours as long as it is not snatched away by others.

Zhao Qianqu is used to such rules, and is very satisfied with the current appearance of Taiping Cao. Da Longtou is indeed an extremely brave hero, and he actually led the Taiping Cao Gang to this point. Many times, Zhao Qianqu is thinking that he has devoted himself to The gang is somewhat inferior to its talents.

With such a big leader, the gang will naturally become more and more prosperous. "Xiheng" Qian Quye is now also a high-ranking figure in Shenjing. In recent years, few people dare to refute his reputation.

The rain dropped a curtain from the eaves, and Zhao Qianqu looked at the spacious and elegant courtyard. More than half of the people had already sent out, and the courtyard seemed a little quiet at this time. There were ripples on the surface of the small pond. The lotus leaves were of course withered, but there were still a few fish among them.

Zhao Qianqu was a little dazed, thinking that he suddenly heard a faint shout coming from the end of the long street.

The decades-old archway stands at the street entrance, and the stone has been soaked in color until it is dark and shiny. Looking forward from under the archway, it is a silent night, cold winter rain, and the whole long street is empty and cold.

"Don't look around at the boundary of Taiping Caobang!" Two burly men stood up from the eaves and walked over with swords in their hands.

Under the archway are a young and handsome Taoist priest and an even younger boy.

Both of them only carried one sword and looked quietly into the street. They didn't look like they often hang out on the street, but they definitely didn't look like kind-hearted passers-by.

"Can't you hear me?!" The man lowered his eyebrows and drew out half of the blade and stepped forward.

Normally they would not question passers-by like this, but the hall master said that today was the night of the wedding banquet, the Taiping Cao Gang was about to move up a level, and any abnormality could not be ignored.

However, neither of them answered. The Taoist priest tilted his head and said quietly: "Is it here?"

"Xitang." The young man stepped forward, "Put away the porcelain vase and then smash it."

The man drew his sword coldly and angrily, and the cold blade came out of its sheath: "Damn you, you don't know Lord Ma——"

But the moment he activated his true energy, his eyes fell clearly on the two of them, and he froze in his movements.

The cold rain was pouring, and neither of the two people in front of them had an umbrella. But not a drop got their clothes and hair wet.

Up, up two.

This thought that chilled his heart and lungs rose in his heart for a moment. Before his body could react in any way, a whistling sheath suddenly hit him. His body flew off the ground in an instant, and the door broke through the pillars with a loud bang. The severe pain in his back made him dizzy. After falling limply to the ground, he realized that his wrist had been broken.

The other man let out a roar that was unclear whether it was fear or anger, but the next moment, the long knife removed from the first man's hand was pierced through the abdomen, and the whole man was nailed to the flag pole.

Pei Ye retracted his hand and kept walking forward.

In just over ten breaths, chaotic figures poured out from the entire street. Cold light flashed in everyone's hands. They had daggers, axes, hammers, and even more swords. Pei Ye did not slow down at all, and he just drew out silently. The long sword, with its bright and smooth blade streaking through the rain, seemed to be made of the rain itself.

"Which family are you from? You dare to stroke the tiger's beard on the Taiping Cao?" A middle-aged swordsman lowered his eyes with his sword, and the rain also avoided him, "The three leaders are here -"

The young man's figure flashed over, and the four gang members in front of him fell to the ground with their weapons in an instant. The middle-aged swordsman narrowed his eyes and drew his sword, and the sword struck his throat from an incredible angle. When he raised his sword, his true energy created a vortex that disturbed the sword's momentum. But the next moment, the sword seemed to be rubbing dazzling fire from the air. The true energy melted in an instant. The swordsman's heart and lungs contracted suddenly, and he concentrated on the sword. The body has moved backward to avoid the opportunity of this move.

But the young swordsman with a calm face in front of him didn't look at him anymore. He turned around and cut off the blade coming from the side with a backhand sword, and also removed the arm holding the sword.

The middle-aged swordsman was stunned for a moment in front of this scene, and his throat felt incredibly cold.

The gap that was melted by the young man was like a gap, but a sword passed through it lightly and easily, and the Taoist uniform only flashed from the field of vision, which was the last scene he saw.

One hundred and thirty capable thugs, one-third of whom were cultivators, marched one after another on a long street.

And there was only one young man opposite them, either with one move or two moves, as if the cold blade and the hard slashing were like child's play in his eyes. He is not a ghost in the flash of swords, but a disaster that will never come back. He twists his wrist to remove the sword, breaks a knee, breaks his arms and legs, and nails his body with the sword. Anyone who dares to stab him with a sword will be killed within half a breath. Lying on the ground wailing.

A street was killed by a young man within half a quarter of an hour. The five- and six-year-old cultivators who were usually regarded as masters only had one step more than others in front of him - after his strength was confirmed with one move, he received a cold look from the young man. , and then the next move is not knowing whether to live or die.

In the face of such devastating results, no one dared to face it for a moment longer. After leaving behind dozens of lying bodies, there was not even a trace of blood on the young man's body, and the gang finally ran back in fear. Among them, those whose cultivation level exceeded three lives were accurately identified, and fell to the ground wailing under the sword blade chasing after them.

Zhao Qianqu looked at this scene with a stiff face and decided not to show up in an instant.

Although he was born in the eighth life, and although the young man looked like he was only in his seventh life, there was actually an unwritten saying in the spiritual world of Lao Jianghu - the upper realm of being too young is the same as being in the upper realm of being too old. horrible.

More importantly, such silent and clear-purpose advancement is even more dangerous for the Taiping Cao Gang. No one at Feijing Tower knew yet, so he had to tell Da Longtou.

Zhao Qianqu was past the competitive age. The moment he figured out this matter, he drew his sword and flew up, and the eaves of the roof fell under him in an instant.

It is a matter of course that the master of Xitang wants to leave the streets of Xitang. The Eighth Life Cultivator is a first-class combat power in Shenjing.

Zhao Qianqu's figure was like an old roc, with his toes on the roof, he was about to cross two streets to reach the east bank, but his eyes blurred, and a handsome and clean face floated in front of him.

The cinnabar on his forehead was a bit dazzling in the dark night, making Zhao Qianqu think that the tingling pain in his throat was synaesthesia caused by it.

The young man in Taoist uniform stood quietly on the eaves, the skirt of his robe swaying slightly in the rainy night. Pei Ye shook the blood from his sword and pushed open the door of the courtyard.

"We need to find all the records related to Taiping Pier." He sheathed his sword, then tilted his head and said, "Kitty cat, I have you to look after this place."

On the south bank of the West Pool, the rain made the reflection of the Feijing Tower sparkle, turning the clear scenery into a dream. Countless people near the lake looked towards the West Pool with cups in their hands, and stretched out their hands to catch the water drops outside the eaves.

Everyone knows that this is one of the few rains this year. Even if the lake is not frozen, the sky will become ice cold, and when the melted clouds fall again, they will be like light jade flowers.

Tinghua helped her head, which had been crooked when she was laughing, and went to provoke Fu Zhiyun again, pushing her and saying: "Great talented woman, great talented woman, write a poem for us quickly!"

Fu Zhiyun ignored her and turned around to chat with Lin Yuxian, while the young master was looking at the huge and beautiful painted boat in the middle of the lake, and he was sincerely amazed.

At midnight, the "Ten Days Banquet" was about to end, and this huge painting boat sailed over from the pier.

It is almost no longer the image of a ship. The deck is shaped, carved, and built like several pavilions. It looks scattered and spectacular. The word "Taiping" several people high stands on the front, indicating its purpose. Belong.

Taoist prayers were hung on it, and many incense candles were burned.

When the boat passed the shore just now, the voice from Feijing Tower made it clear that all the friends who had been having a banquet for the past ten days, and all the friends present on the south bank today, could pour wine into the boat to get a lucky break.

The so-called Taiping Caobang Twelve Years, the fortune ship was lit up to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. Many people also realized that this meant that the Taiping Cao Gang was entering a new level.

For many years, it has been in a neither embarrassing nor awkward position, with quite a lot of momentum, but it always seems to be a little short of being on the stage. Now whether it wants it or not, it has been put on the table, so since it can survive, it means that the Taiping Cao Gang will be clean from now on.

After driving around for a while, it turned out that countless people poured out the wine in their hands, and some even threw wine glasses and bottles. Although there was cold rain outside the eaves, the atmosphere in the pavilions and pavilions was warm for a while.

In fact, most people are not close to the Taiping Cao Gang, but they are only aware of its recent momentum. Now that one of the parties in the Liguan dispute is right in front of them, people feel an inexplicable sense of participation amid curiosity.

Now the boat is parked quietly in the middle of the lake, with the winter rain pouring down on it. Some people are worried about whether the wood can still be ignited.

However, Fei Jing upstairs did not show any worries. The hour was getting closer and closer, and the toasts were still exchanged.

At this time, Tinghua looked away and tilted her head, but she saw Cheng Wensuo leaning over from the side and pointing excitedly: "Hey, hey, take a look, is that my eldest grandson's classmate over there?"

A few people turned their heads in surprise and saw two beautiful figures on the Fengying Terrace, which was closer to the water than the Green Flower Terrace.

One person is lying on the railing with a slim figure, looking a little lazy, while the other one has a straight back and an elegant temperament. He is stretching his hand outside the railing to catch the rain, and then retracts it to gently caress the cold palm.

".It seems really true."

Changsun Jue followed Cui Zhaoye around Shenjing for three days. As soon as he finished his studies every day, he would get on her carriage and follow her to search for the "sweet ice" left everywhere in Shenjing.

After three days, the knowledgeable girl also learned a lot about the young swordsmen of this generation. She is here now because Cui Zhaoye said, "Xichi is just a snack street. It's easy to see good things when you go shopping every day." .

"It would be a pity for such a big ship to burn down." Changsun Jue gently rubbed his palms to keep warm, "I wonder if it will kill many fish."

Cui Zhaoye rolled his eyes slightly: "This weather has already killed many mosquitoes."

"Damn it."

"There are only two days left before we can go to the Sword Xiu Academy to watch the sword test again." Cui Zhaoye changed the topic and squinted his eyes contentedly, "It takes more than a month to wait until the Chang'an Winter Sword Collection. Winter. The Jingzhe Sword Competition is over, and next year there will be another Jingzhe Sword Competition. Once the Jingzhe Sword Competition is completed, it will be the end of spring and the beginning of summer, and it will be the Shenjing Martial Arts and Yulin exams."

"What a blessed six months," she said.

Changsun Jue didn't answer, her eyes still fell on the painted boat in the center of the lake. In fact, the entire south bank was looking at the boat.

The reflection of the Flying Mirror Tower in the water just points to the center of the lake, like a fire pointing to a large boat on the cold lake. The rain is not very heavy and does not block the view. The lights on the shore are reflected, refracted and diffused, and half of the lake is a clear and beautiful scenery.

The protagonist today is undoubtedly the Taiping Cao Gang. They have taken over the entire South Bank momentum. Many gatherings are watching this lucky ship attracting attention at this time.

And under the gaze of countless people, at a certain moment, it was finally time.

Upstairs in Feijing, Dao had been sitting there for ten days. The reliable figure like a hill slowly stood up and raised his glass to the outside of the building.

A calm voice spread throughout the audience: "The sky and the winter rain will not extinguish my fire of peace. The ten-day banquet has ended, and the noisy sound cannot shake the big tree. Now I will burn this boat to serve as my fire of peace." Congratulations!”