The Lord who use immortals as food

When Pei Ye arrived at Tianli Academy, the pine forest was still cold and quiet, and there were no figures on the road.

Fang Jidao had already been reading silently in front of the window. Zhu Wen sat in front of the hall with a solemn figure, lowering his eyebrows and commenting on something. There was only silence in the school.

Pei Ye walked in silently and sat down, taking out the "Rites of Ceremonies".

Zhu Wen said: "Pei Ye, you need to bow to the teacher when you enter the school."

"Hmm."

Pei Ye stood up and bowed, Zhu Wen returned half a bow, and the school became quiet again.

Pei Ye's eyes fell on the book but were not very focused. Today, his other half of his brain was not thinking about swords. What lingered was the gray and white sea of ​​people in the morning, and the bright red on the stone tablet jumped up from time to time.

In the impression of the young man, these scholar costumes always appeared together with poems and essays. They gathered in the bright school of the Imperial College to discuss scriptures and affairs. It was also a place that made him relax physically and mentally. The angry and twisted faces and blood were often unique to the rivers and lakes. He subconsciously separated them.

He had not read any history books, and what he saw this morning gave him a shocking shock.

But this school seemed to have nothing to do with that world. Zhu Wen lowered his head and carefully marked the book in his hand. When it was getting dark, he had a detailed and long question-and-answer session like yesterday. After that, Fang Jidao said goodbye and left. Pei Ye wanted to see the small pond again - he vaguely felt that those gray and white uniforms were like faint shadows, and their lives were like grass, which could be crushed and scattered at any time, and they seemed to be vaguely connected to this inexplicable pond, which made him feel a little uneasy.

"I have seen it yesterday, and it is the same today. Why look at it again." Zhu Wen collected the ink on the table and looked up at him.

"I wonder if there is anything I can do to help, sir." Pei Ye paused, "Is there anything I can do to get the results faster... Anyway, I can help you with whatever you do."

"No." Zhu Wen lowered his head and put away his book. Every move of this philosopher was so correct. "I just sweep every day. If you want to see it, just stand under the eaves and see it like yesterday. Don't do anything extra."

"...Okay."

Pei Ye followed Zhu Wen silently to the back of the courtyard as usual, but this time, as soon as they left the school, Pei Ye was stunned when he saw the courtyard door.

The door was open, and two soldiers in gray and white clothes were kneeling, with their crowns deeply buried in the ground. In the cold winter, their clothes were visibly thin, and their fingers touching the ground were already red.

Zhu Wen stopped.

The two soldiers in clothes were still kneeling there motionlessly, and one of them was sobbing faintly from time to time.

"Ji An, what are you doing here?" Zhu Wen said softly.

The scholar in white raised his head, his expression was sad: "Master Zhu, I was asked by my friend Nian An to bring him to the courtyard to meet him. I am willing to follow the courtyard rules, but please listen to him!"

After speaking, he bowed again.

The other scholar in gray raised his head. He was the one who was sobbing in his throat. The expression on his face at this time made Pei Ye's heart tremble. His eyes were red and swollen, and the traces of tears were dried on his face. His cheeks were stained with mud and broken leaves. He looked at Zhu Wen and said hoarsely: "Zhu Zhezi, today the Ministry of Justice suddenly confiscated the Shilin case that was piled up... Wen, Brother Wen... was sentenced to death..."

He choked and was hoarse for a while, and trembled for a while and said: "You are a great philosopher, please save him!"

After speaking, he fell to the ground and cried.

Zhu Wen looked at the two people in front of the courtyard gate in silence, stood quietly for two breaths, and whispered: "The Tang Dynasty has laws, the Ministry of Justice has officials, and those who violate the law should be sentenced. I can't help, please go back."

"Zhezi!!" Nian An cried, "Brother Wen has studied under you for many years, and now he is in prison. I don't know how much suffering he has suffered. We know that you are noble and have tried our best to save him privately. We have never dared to bother you too much, but now..."

He choked up again and said in a hoarse voice: "The Ministry of Justice ordered that he will be executed in half a month. Brother Wen is just like this. How can a man of integrity and courage die at such a young age? Please also consider the relationship between teacher and student! "

"Please go back." The philosopher still stood solemnly and quietly, his wooden voice almost indifferent, "People do not choose their life, but they can choose their death. The world is like the tide, a hundred years pass in the blink of an eye, and I have chosen to die with kindness here, fortunately."

Zhu Wen turned around and said solemnly: "Pei Ye, send them out of the courtyard."

"..." Pei Ye walked out of the door to help him up, turned back to close Zhu Wen's courtyard door, and sent this person out of Tianliyuan with Ji An.

He noticed that this person also had a sentence like "Are the five surnames not in the Tang Dynasty Law?" written on his body, thinking that he was one of the crowd this morning.

Since Wen Zaizi's case has been suppressed for so long, why did it suddenly start to be tried... Or it might be another result of the crowd this morning.

Pei Ye returned to Zhu Wen's courtyard, and the neatly dressed figure had already swept away the leaves that floated in today in the courtyard, and his cold and solemn temperament was as harmonious as a winter pond.

Pei Ye stood under the eaves and watched quietly. He didn't know how this "evidence" was carried out, but he vaguely felt that there would always be people who cared about things like the Two Heavens Theory... even if they were not from the aristocratic families.

And what they wanted might not be the same result as himself.

Then no one would come to do something... The so-called Tianliyuan, you can come in by finding someone to lead you.

He worried silently, but this kind of thing about "heaven" was always too far away from him.

Let the meat eaters plan it.

...

...

Winter gradually deepened.

Pei Ye lived a day-to-day life in Tianliyuan.

Usually he always felt that he didn't have enough time to practice sword, but now that he had squeezed in four hours of reading, the task of practicing sword could still be completed.

Pei Ye would sit in the hall with Fang Jidao in the morning and wait, while Zhu Wen would enter the hall about two quarters of an hour later. At this time, Fang Jidao would stand up and salute, while Pei Ye would sit where he was, and Zhu Wen would solemnly call him to salute.

He forgot once a day, and Zhu Wen would call him once a day. What he learned was indeed only virtue and etiquette. Zhu Wen carefully monitored his progress in reading and explained the meaning of the classics to him with extensive references.

Pei Ye had never had such a solid experience in studying the classics. It was not a superficial study in his childhood, nor was it the influence of the Imperial Academy. Zhu Wen's teaching was as serious as his personality. Even though he was told at the beginning that he would only follow him for one month, he could still spend an entire afternoon with the boy to check nearly twenty books on the meaning of a word - just to confirm in the end that there was indeed no definite explanation for this word now.

Pei Ye had always been able to build a deeper relationship with others, but this philosopher always made him feel distant. It might be the meticulous etiquette between teachers and students, or the text of the classics always made the young man with a heart on the sword feel alienated, or just like his attitude towards Yue Muzhou, two people of different natures were difficult to get close to.

In short, Pei Ye was just reading those books within his courtyard wall. He found Zhu Wen and said, "Sir, to date, I have only read half of "Yili". It seems that I can't even finish reading the "Three Rites", let alone the "Virtue" part at the end. Shouldn't I speed up the progress?"

Zhu Wen only said, "Reading one word and one paragraph will gain one word, reading one paragraph will gain one paragraph, it is better to be thorough but not exhaustive than to swallow it whole. There is no benefit in deceiving yourself to read it all through." Pei Ye said no more.

Zhu Wen did clean the backyard carefully every day. As the winter got colder, his movements were inevitably a bit strenuous, but he didn't want Pei Ye to help, so Pei Ye stood under the eaves and watched every day. Gradually, some thin ice began to form on the pond surface.

But Zhu Wen would carefully break them up and melt them into water again while cleaning.

He seemed to be in some pain when doing this, and his brows were always frowning deeply. So he always made a pot of boiling hot tea before going down the stairs. After coming back, he would warm his shivering hands by the stove and slowly drink most of the pot of tea.

On the other side, Pei Ye lived a different life.

Cui Zhaoye arrived at the old house on the first day after Xu Chuo's instructions, but the girl didn't seem to want to discuss swordsmanship with Pei Ye under Xu Chuo's gaze. From the second day, she made an appointment with the boy in the sword repair yard in the afternoon.

Perhaps it was because Xu Chuo had said hello, Pei Ye received far more care than he had expected - Qiu Jizi and the three old guards were all around him, analyzing every feeling he had when using the sword.

Among this year's sword students, he was the only one who was rated as a ninth-floor swordsman in both the sword description and the recommendation letter. He was the most legitimate talent to be invested with resources. Unfortunately, he had only been running around outside for more than a month since he entered the academy. Several old guards would often look for Qiu Jizi to ask about his condition, fearing that he would be injured at any time. Some even wanted Qiu Jizi to protect him closely.

Qiu Jizi naturally had only a white eye, but now these old guards finally got what they wanted. Under the most careful training of the Xiujian Academy, Pei Ye's swordsmanship foundation rose rapidly - if Pei Ye was sailing against the current and reading and thinking hard in the classics of the Tianli Academy, then he was like Kunpeng drinking from the vast ocean in the Xiujian Academy.

The speed at which the young man absorbed knowledge and mastered everything was almost shocking. Cui Zhaoye looked at him with eyes that were hard to tell whether it was love or admiration, because whenever the girl had something she couldn't figure out, the young man would immediately and accurately cooperate with all her ideas.

For example, last time she murmured in distress: "If there was someone who could use the "Three Swords of Cangsong", it could be verified."

The young man took the sword out of the Cangjian Tower and spent two hours using the first move in a proper manner - it was the style of the sword moves that had not been trimmed, but the true meaning was already in it.

The concept of [Sword State] was advancing so quickly, except that Pei Ye expressed his unwillingness to learn the bird calls and cicada calls, and was unwilling to cooperate with her other sword-catching experiments such as closing the five senses and binding the body.

He said seriously: "Miss Cui, I am the one who is exhausted by this, but you seem to enjoy it. I will not do it again easily."

"But if you don't do it... I can't verify the idea in my heart." Cui Zhaoye said pitifully, "Then what do you want to do it?"

"You have to pay."

In the day-to-day efforts, the "sword state" that existed only in the conception gradually became clear. It really came from the heart, was born from the sword, and returned to the body. Unlike the concept that the girl had previously sought from the sword moves, what really determines the "sword state" is only the heart of the swordsman.

Everyone's heart is different, and one heart has many sides.

In the girl's conception of the future, [Sword State] will be a divine treasure that many talented swordsmen have the opportunity to participate in, and the [Sword State] that everyone realizes must be completely different. It depends on the form and strength of your heart-is it sharp or gentle, is it a mirror or a sword blade, how bright it is, and how sharp it is.

It gives or returns the immortal power of the sword to the person to the greatest extent, which will definitely make the user feel the feeling of holding the immortal power most intuitively.

"I think, when it appears, you will naturally know what it is called." Cui Zhaoye said seriously.

But Pei Ye finished his training in sweat and sat in the sword field quietly looking at the starry sky. He has not yet found the appearance of his first sword form, and its name has not emerged in his mind.

Outside the two isolated academies, the storm has been rising more and more fiercely in the entire Shenjing City.

That day, thousands of scholars gathered under the imperial city. Many people thought it was a huge wave, but later they found out that it was actually a wind. The waves it raised had just begun to show their traces.

It has not yet come up, because the prelude to a real huge wave is always longer.

And it was after that day that the trend of the court began to become clear. The cases of scholars and the five surnames that had been accumulated in the Ministry of Justice and Jingzhao Prefecture in the past few months began to be cleared at the same time, and some memorials submitted in the early months were also sporadically approved - many people saw that this was a clear trend from top to bottom.

Some news also gradually came out over time - the saint seemed to want to see the truth of the two heavens' arguments and determine the direction of this storm based on them.

This was a decisive and somewhat worrying news.

There were countless people watching throughout the capital, because many people in high positions or with a keen sense of smell began to discover... the so-called reform of the imperial examination system seemed to involve something even more frightening.

Yuan Zhao could accept the "New Law Reform", and his reputation would also rise.

His refusal meant that the people behind him wanted to nail the interests of the scholars to the Tang Dynasty more firmly, and thus make this class more closely united around him.

And who was the person behind him?

Even those who had thought of this layer were inevitably a little confused here, and only a few people began to feel a chill.

The merchant generals had left the center of the court for a long time.

The scholar class had also been ignored for a long time.

Just like the name that was about to be forgotten.

... There are still four months to go, and it will be the test of unicorn blood.

Many people who have not yet entered the game began to immediately start to understand the matter in depth at this time. The book of "Two Heavens Theory" was placed on many people's desks for the first time... But on this day, when the fire was burning in Shenjing, the Tianliyuan had not yet handed over the final evaluation of this theory.

Many people have heard that Zhu Wenzhezi is a person who has a clear understanding of one thing and two things, and many people have heard that he has been thinking about the Two Heavens Theory for ten years, and now this evidence has not been produced.

The mood of the scholars began to waver. The voices of the aristocratic families pressed on them. As the situation became clearer, the loss of their own flagpole was almost fatal.

November had passed, and the winter of December was even colder. The Theory of Two Heavens could no longer remain vaguely in words and oral forms. Everyone was anxiously looking forward to the final evaluation of the Tianliyuan.