The Lord who use immortals as food

Pei Ye was leaning on the roof of the library, with his legs crossed. A night of light snow drifted by, and the swept stone path was covered with a soft and shallow layer. Only heavy snow can make it thick. When the snow is low, they are just piled loosely. Like tiny and quiet dandelions, a fluffy layer can be picked up by just touching it with your fingertips.

"Isn't snow common in Yin'er in the sect?" Pei Ye looked at the girl next to her. She was raising a finger in front of her eyes, staring at the shiny layer above her that was slowly settling away.

"Isn't it uncommon? I've never seen it before." Jiang Yin'er sat hugging her knees, much more upright than him, and smiled, "Where can it snow in the southwest? There are only spring rain, summer rain, autumn rain and winter rain. of rain.”

"I quite like the rain - it snowed a few days ago, have you ever built a snowman?"

"No, it was the Winter Sword Collection at that time, and I was practicing my sword hard." Jiang Yin'er felt a little regretful, "That was the first time I saw the snow. I didn't expect it to be so big, and I didn't expect it to be His Highness the Fourth. weapons."

"That means he is too weak to win."

Jiang Yin'er smiled and said seriously: "No, it's because I'm not good at studying, so I'm convinced that I lost."

She looked down. There was no wind today, and the old house covered with light snow had the charm of Chang'an City. Under the snow curtain, in the courtyard over there, Miss Cui and Doctor Qu were sitting at the same stone table. Miss Cui was chatting. Divine Doctor Qu nodded calmly. On the other side of the yard, Mr. Xu was leaning on a chair holding a heater, reading some ancient book. Although it was New Year's Eve, it was still early in the morning, so there were only a few of them in the yard, and everyone was quietly doing their own thing.

Jiang Yin'er suddenly turned around and said, "Hey, there's still a lot of snow in the courtyard. Can we go build a snowman now?"

Pei Ye shook his head and said, "That's all old snow. It's dirty and hard. It's not a good material."

The girl was a little disappointed. She was not that particular. She just wanted to try out the scenes that were often mentioned in northern dialect books.

Pei Ye pointed to the sky with a smile: "Don't worry, the clouds are still very thick, and it will snow harder. Then we will use this snow to build a snowman."

"Ah, okay!" Jiang Yin'er clapped her hands.

The two sat looking at Xue for a while, and Pei Ye said, "Is this the first time Yin'er has left the sect to celebrate the New Year this year?"

"Um."

Pei Ye put his hands on his knees, tilted his head and said, "You are alone in Shenjing, do you miss Shanmen?"

"Well... there are a few, but it's okay." Jiang Yin'er smiled, "Master sent me a letter yesterday. If someone cares about me, I won't feel so lonely - Brother Shi, didn't you also receive the letter?"

"Ah...yes. Well, what did your master say in the letter?"

"I asked about my daily necessities, food, clothing, housing and transportation, and complimented me on my performance in the Winter Sword Collection."

"I also heard that you were able to win against Yang Zhenbing."

"That's very lucky. Fellow practitioner Yang studied sword skills and followed the path of accumulation. I don't care about my foundation. In short, I will climb up first, climb a while and then go back to repair the foundation... Anyway, my sword practice is very messy. I can occasionally It’s nothing unusual to beat him.”

These are all modest words. Pei Ye has long been familiar with the strict manners of this well-educated sister. In the past month, he and her have always had sword fights. It is obvious that this beloved disciple of Shenxiao Taoist leader cannot have a shallow foundation. She has a chaotic path. She comes from an orthodox background, and her sword skills cannot be better. However, her aura is extremely strong, and she often jumps several levels at a time. She has her own understanding and perspective on the sword.

To put it simply, Pei Ye often cannot defeat her, and is often amazed and admired by her sword skills.

And if you want to really fight, the [mind's eye] is as powerful as a ghost. This talent cannot read all the thoughts of people's minds, but it can catch the thoughts that involve oneself. How could the enemy's thoughts not be on her during the fight? That is the way to die.

"You snatch all my modest words, what will I say in the future." Pei Ye smiled.

"Ah..." Jiang Yin'er then realized that this senior brother really had a shallow foundation, and Feiping in the clouds did seem to be quite hypocritical, so she smiled slightly.

"Brother's way of practicing swordsmanship is really rare in the world." Jiang Yin'er said seriously, "In the beginning, he directly established the state of mind that the world has been striving for, and then used it as a starting point to extend to both sides, and at the same time, he cultivated the state of mind. Even though you have such a foundation, you can still climb to a higher peak, but you don’t know where you can draw strength from when there is nothing at your feet.”

Pei Ye smiled: "Is it so strange?"

"Of course, even though the methods, paths, and speeds are different, we are all climbing on the high mountains of Kendo, but Brother Shi is flying up and down next to us, as if he has wings."

"...Actually, I also slowly discovered my sword talent." Pei Ye looked at the sky and said, "When I was young, we practiced boxing and sword together. Although we were both number one, we were in a small town after all. Grandpa Yue taught me a skill. I have been practicing swordsmanship for more than two years, but I can't get it right. I really don't feel that I have much understanding... But after I graduated from Bowang, I feel more and more comfortable. There is almost no real threshold for learning swordsmanship. I am in 'Sword' I am becoming more confident in this matter.”

"'Flying Geese on a Snowy Night' is the best sword in the world!"

"Haha." Pei Ye changed the subject, "Speaking of which, are there social operas during the Chinese New Year in the southwest?"

"Yes, even if it's not the New Year, people in Lishui County also love singing opera. I often go down the mountain to listen." Jiang Yin'er's eyes lit up when talking about this, "But I've listened to it a lot, and they're slow in making it up. It's been a long time since I've listened to it. A new book has arrived.”

"There are many new plays at the Shenjing Theater. Let's go and listen to them tomorrow." Pei Ye smiled, "When we first met, I saw that you were wearing a costume, what kind of play was it, but I haven't seen it since. "

Jiang Yin'er was a little embarrassed: "That is a toy I made myself. It's not a play. I only like it."

"Do you like drama?"

"Yeah, fresh plays have fresh looks, but I've watched Lishui's play several times, and it's been a long time since I've seen any new scenes."

"Then you still want a new scene?"

"Huh? Yes."

"Here you go." Pei Ye smiled and handed over a rather unique light green face in front of the girl. The fine lines were like scales and the cold blue was like water, just like a fairy orchid in the rain deep in the mountains.

"..." Jiang Yin'er stared at him with wide eyes.

"Hehe." Pei Ye touched his head, "Um... this is a New Year's gift for you. Yesterday I saw someone buying a movie at Leyouyuan. I thought you might like it, so I asked for a blank one to draw—— You must have never seen this appearance before. It is a play written by Shao Long Xiangzhou, called "White Snake Love", it is a very good play. "

"...Thank you, Brother Shi."

"You're welcome." Jiang Yin'er held the play in her hands, and Pei Ye turned her head and looked at it, "My drawing is not bad, I will imprint this look on the [Quail Head] and follow the drawing."

"It's so beautiful." Jiang Yin'er said seriously.

"Hey hey hey."

…

The New Year's Eve is always the most relaxing and enjoyable two days of the year. Relatives and friends gather together, and all matters can be put aside for two days. It is hard to be calm if you put aside these chores by yourself, but if the atmosphere of the entire Shenjing City is like this, That would be really relaxing.

The gadgets Pei Ye bought from Leyouyuan came into use this afternoon. The most popular ones were various firecrackers. The boy ran around in the yard, leading Jiang Yin'er to make noise in every corner. The girl's eyes widened and she waved her hands repeatedly to stuff the firecrackers into the snowdrift that Qu Xin had swept away, completely forgetting the mature image of the elder brother.

Jiang Yin'er followed him, covering her ears, pursing her lips and shaking her head, refusing to accept the firecrackers he handed her. She only followed him with slightly red cheeks and bright eyes. However, this true disciple of Shenxiao still followed the rules. Even today, when the time came, he still practiced swordsmanship for two hours and read books for another hour.

Several friends who had made an appointment came in the afternoon. Xing Zhi, Qi Zhaohua, and Fang Jidao were all lonely guests detained in Shenjing. Xu Chuo made an appointment with them all. In fact, the one who rarely showed up was the owner of the Enjun Hall, who allowed people to sit and drink in the house, or as Pei Ye himself discovered, when she was around, the few people were not as relaxed as usual.

Qi Zhaohua and Xing Zhi were in charge of the banquet. They prepared all the food and drinks. It was snowing in the clear night and lanterns were hung high. A few people stood or stood in the courtyard and had a leisurely New Year's Eve dinner.

"The case of Xing Zishou is so heavy that I still have time to come here. If the culprit is found in the future, it will be difficult to explain clearly." Qi Zhaohua said with a smile.

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"Then how can we find out? There is no Lingxuan Lingxuan, no Zhenqi Zhenqi, and even Danqing's hands can't touch the clues." Xing Zhi was indeed still wearing a purple ribbon. He obviously came from the Yamen, sat at the table and drank wine. , "Does Mr. Qi know that this investigation does not have to worry about the criminal's meticulous thinking and careful design, because no matter how complicated the threads are, they will always be sorted out, and Everything in the world changes like waves. Unless Heaven takes action himself, who can guarantee that all the clues will be kept intact? What we are really afraid of most is the kind of murder that happens on the spur of the moment. There is no plan or any grudge. I bumped into him on the street, and he was killed within a few breaths. Before the viewer could react, he disappeared without a trace - how do you go about checking this? "

Qi Zhaohua nodded: "That makes sense."

"If the officer is here, he must feel the same way as me." Xing Zhi sighed and drank the wine in the glass.

Pei Ye swallowed two hot dumplings beside him, tilted his head and said vaguely: "This mushroom stuffed one is so delicious, who made it?"

Xing Zhi smiled and said, "I, if you like it, I will teach you later."

"OK!"

Fang Jidao sat on the other side of Pei Ye. The scholar looked a little listless and pale, but he seemed to have been cleansed by Tianliyuan. His eyes and temperament had become darker. At this time, he was wearing a simple black coat. Wearing a warm cloak, he tilted his head and said with a gentle smile: "Young Master Pei, this is not a flower mushroom, but a mushroom." Shiitake mushrooms. The so-called "beautiful mushrooms are the mushrooms of Yue Luo", which is mentioned in the "Mountain Vegetable Book" of the previous dynasty: "Yongjia people cut off the trees with moldy moon, put them in the deep forest, chopped them tightly, and steamed them into mushrooms." , commonly known as shiitake mushroom, there are two kinds of winter and spring mushrooms, and the winter mushroom is particularly good. 'Xing Zishou chose this mushroom in winter because..."

Pei Ye turned sideways and stopped him: "Good senior brother, I will go to your class again after the Chinese New Year."

"..."

The meal lasted for more than an hour, and there was always more chatting and laughing than eating chopsticks. Although the food was enough, the wine was not enough. Taking advantage of the snowy night, a few people took out the tou pot to play.

Pei Ye did not accept the invitation anymore. He stayed away from this warm and lively courtyard and went to the quiet old library alone. He lit a small lamp, and with the sound of firecrackers outside the building and the color of snow reflecting on the window, he took out He accepted the cyan envelope that Qu Xin gave him.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the girl’s graceful and graceful handwriting. It feels like a lifetime ago.

Not one letter, but several thick piles. Rather than being a letter from Li Mingqing to him, it is better to say it is a letter from Bowang to him.

Fenghuai's letter was wrapped in a separate package, with Magistrate Chang's familiar handwriting on the cover. It is difficult for a small town in the mountains to know what thrilling deeds the young man has experienced outside. In fact, everyone lacks knowledge of the outside world. With a name in Zhoucheng, you are already standing out.

"...Xiaoye, Headmaster Li said that you went to Shenjing. The mountains are high and the roads are far away, so it is difficult for news to spread. I am afraid that if you are sick, I will not know immediately. It is the best to have such a letter back every month to say you are safe. Okay. You won the first place in the Golden Autumn Martial Arts Competition. It’s such an honor. The children still talk about it all the time. To celebrate your achievements at the end of this year, another martial arts competition was held in the city, and we saw a lot of good things. Miaozi, Head Li has chosen two to go..."

Magistrate Chang, Master Huang, Meng Jiao's widow Cheng Feng's parents, as well as the chatter of martial arts apprentices, the entire memory and attachment to Feng Huai are carried by this stack of family letters.

After that, there was Bowang's friend, or Zhang Dingyun. Naturally, the little fat man didn't know that the young man had made many friends in Shenjing. He was afraid that the country boy would be despised and live a miserable life, so he comforted him in the letter. Many words.

And he sent him five taels of silver in a very practical manner.

Then there is the letter from Yu Feishan. Several disciples he met that day all sent letters. It is embarrassing to say that Pei Ye has not thought of these old faces for a long time, but they still remember him as a traveler far away from his hometown. .

And further down, the thin envelope at the bottom must have been written by the girl.

Pei Ye held it in his hand for a moment and then opened it... At this time, the door rang twice. Pei Ye was slightly startled. The door opened a crack with a slight "squeak" and he poked half of it open. Come in personally.

"Brother, why don't you go and play pot throwing? You must be accurate." Jiang Yin'er whispered.

Pei Ye smiled in surprise: "No...I have something to do."

However, Jiang Yin'er persisted and said seriously: "Let's go, Master said, everyone should stay up together on New Year's Eve so that we can have a good year next year."

"It's not the right time yet." Pei Ye was at a loss, "You guys can play first, I will come when the time comes."

Jiang Yin'er was silent, standing at the door looking a little embarrassed, but refused to leave.

"..." Pei Ye suddenly came to his senses and smiled, "Did you come to call me because you saw that I was lonely?"

Jiang Yin'er was so worried that she lowered her head in shock, but she still whispered seriously: "This is my first time to celebrate the New Year outside, and I miss Master in my heart. It is also the first time for my brother to celebrate the New Year alone in Shenjing. I think my brother will inevitably miss me too." hometown……"

"..." Pei Ye smiled and whispered, "I'm not alone. I'm also reading letters from relatives and friends. If you don't want to play with them, why don't you sit next to me?"