Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 665: Flower Knife
Tinghua herself focused on the last sentence, but several people's attention was firmly fixed on the first half.

Su Xingke stared at her, pursing his lips. Cui Zijie lowered his head, as if immersed in the half cup of tea on the table in front of him. Qi Mengchen opened his mouth in a daze: "Excuse me, this... Young Master Pei Ye, what does he look like? How old are you? What are your two characters in your name?"

Fu Zhiyun said: "Well, Master Pei is a very low-key, humble, gentle and polite person... He was born with a pair of sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and a straight nose..."

"Oh, who can understand you?" Tinghua interrupted, "Young Master Pei is tall and straight, and he always carries a sword wherever he goes. He also likes to carry a small black cat on his shoulder. He loves to laugh, and he is only eighteen after the Chinese New Year."

Shaolong and his companions thought that, apart from being "low-key and humble", there was nothing inconsistent with the description.

Even if there are two people in the world who are so similar, there will never be two cats who are so similar.

Except for Nan Guannu, everyone was silent and stunned for a moment. To them, the biggest shock was not what achievements the young man had made in Shenjing, but that they had actually seen the miracles he created earlier than many others.

Even though the heroic deeds described by the Imperial College student were indeed speechless, the fact that "the sage put a sword to the prince's throat in front of all the officials" actually made them feel vaguely familiar.

The biggest feeling is a kind of trance, which comes from the huge dislocation of cognition - a tragic image of a dead person, which has appeared less in words and more in my mind in the past half year. It has almost become a distant secret witnessed only by the people who lived that day.

When he came to Shenjing today, he was told as a matter of course that he was one of the most popular and successful swordsmen in Shenjing. It was so open and aboveboard that it made him feel as if he had come to another timeline.

You don't even change your name?

So what is the point of us keeping silent and keeping secrets?
No one spoke for a while. Fu Zhiyun also noticed the weird atmosphere, but she attributed it to another more common reason. She smiled and said, "I know that Master Pei Ye's name is too new and too unfamiliar. He has no origin and no master background. It is really hard to accept that he has been elevated to the same level as Yan and Yang. These days, outsiders are half-believing and half-doubting... But we in Shenjing all believe it. When Master Pei takes action, the truth will naturally be revealed."

Tinghua clasped her hands together and said, "That's right. Miss Cui said that there is no need to argue with others about Young Master Pei Ye. The facts will speak for themselves. If you want to know more about Young Master Pei Ye, I am the director of the Pei Ye Association. Does anyone want to come in? We welcome you."

Cui Zijie looked up in astonishment. This term was still too new to Shaolong Jianghu. Su Xingke was stunned for a moment, but he understood it. He sneered angrily: "What... enthusiasts' club? How could anyone want to..."

Nan Guannu smiled gently: "I want to come in."

"..."

Tinghua liked her the most, so she quickly came forward and the two started chatting. Nan Guannu was the one whose expression had hardly changed just now. Several of her companions were staring at her at this time, but the woman seemed unaware.

As the sword competition reached the middle stage, the atmosphere became more and more lively. Figures began to move back and forth between the pavilions, and finally it was the turn of this pavilion. Zuo Sheng had indeed chosen Wen Li, who had already had a fight with Wen Li before. Quanzhen swordsmanship was known to the world, but the sword of Longdi Mingzhu Waterside Pavilion was rarely seen. Zuo Sheng defeated Wen Li with two dangerous sword moves, attracting many people to look at this strange figure.

Cui Zijie did lose the battle, but the one he defeated was Wang Shousi, who was overjoyed at the sight of a prey. And he was defeated beautifully. When Wang Shousi's sword was about to his throat, he pointed the tip of the sword at Wang Shousi's heart, only two inches away.

These two inches were actually a huge gap, but there were not so many people with sharp eyes on the field. To more people, this was a beautiful sword fight with a narrow difference.

In fact, among the Thirty-Three Sword Sects, Jinwu and Kongtong are ranked on the same level. Yuquan Mountain has shown a tendency to catch up with Old Kongtong in recent years. However, Wang Shousi, like Ning Shuhong, has a talent that exceeds that of their own sect and has already established a reputation in Shenjing. Therefore, even if they win, it seems that they have helped Cui Zijie.

But Wang Shousi didn't care much. He smiled, bowed, and returned to his pavilion.

Tinghua and the others applauded and cheered for the return of Cui Zuo and the other man. Lin Yuxian smiled and said, "I saw that many literary masters were watching the sword fight just now. Cui Zhaoye also noticed this. Wang Jinwu's name is still well-known."

Tinghua said, "When we meet, I will ask President Cui what he thinks of Young Master Zijie. Young Master Zijie used the sword beautifully just now. President Cui might write a short review... What a pity, it seems that Tingzi didn't pay any attention to me."

In the pavilion, not only are the swordsmen of different strengths different, but the status of the scholars and celebrities is also different. The sky has darkened, and the cold moon hangs high in the sky, but the moonlight it casts is full of the warmth of spring. The fragrance of flowers begins to diffuse at night, and the wine warms people and makes them drunk.

Just like Yang Zhenbing's position in the sword field, the separate, curtained pavilion on the north side also has a sense of independence, attracting attention from all directions.

Lu Xiu and Cui Zhaoye both went in to greet them, but it seemed that no one else was qualified. Only Jiang Yiner was invited in after the fight and stayed for quite a while.

Although it is just a rumor, it should be certain that there is a princess of the current dynasty inside, and she is a real unicorn. The unicorn blood of the Tang Dynasty is orthodoxy and power itself. Carrying real blood means that she has a one-sixth or one-seventh chance of becoming the master of the Tang Dynasty. Such a special person is a true god anywhere, but you can only see it in the capital.

Unfortunately, the pavilion was covered by a veil, and only the vague figures of two girls could be seen sitting together and talking to each other.

"It is said that the Sixth Princess is also very beautiful, but she has hardly ever been seen, and today she even left the palace." Tinghua stretched her neck to look, "Alas, I can't see her face clearly at all."

She turned around and was about to continue speaking when two knocks were heard from under the pavilion.

Several people looked in shock - especially the cultivators who were the most frightened, as none of them noticed anyone approaching - a young man holding a bamboo hat and a sword, with dust all over his body and mud on the soles of his boots, stood there without anyone noticing.

His pupils were as dark as wells, his eyebrows were as sharp as swords, and his face was a little tired. He looked up and said, "May I ask, is this sword meeting about to end?"

"…Just reached midfield."

"Oh." He responded, then sat down on the ground leaning against the pillar and put his hat on his face.

It was as if he closed his eyes.

"..."

Several people were speechless, but this was not their garden. Since the waiter did not respond, they had nothing to say. They looked at each other and had to acquiesce that there was a stranger sitting outside the pavilion.

Yong Ji closed his eyes, and the faint moonlight scattered through the cracks in his hat.

The noise in his ears would never stop. When wine, poetry and sword were put together, people would become excited. This was his biggest feeling after coming to Shenjing. This discovery surprised and puzzled him for a while, but later turned into a sneer.

This is a very deep place in Xunfang Garden. Behind it is a pavilion, and behind the pavilion is a small courtyard. The small courtyard has an ancient wooden door that connects to the Qujiang wasteland.

"There's not much time left, and Mirage City is also unable to spare any effort." After a while, he spoke with his eyes closed, but his voice did not resound in this world. The flowers and the moon were very quiet, fireflies were dancing lightly, and the cultivators and scholars in the pavilion were chatting with low laughter and whispers again.

"I don't have much room to maneuver, Grandmaster Zhang. There is no Yong flag in Shenjing." His voice was neither hurried nor slow, but very solid, as if every word was a fact that could not be changed. "Li Du and Yu Sicheng, the two lids that have been operating for so many years have been lifted. How can this be insignificant to the Prince of Yan's Mansion? We have lost most of our influence in Shenjing, and the remaining ones are not reliable enough."

It seemed as if the rhythm of the flowers and plants conveyed sound to the prince's ears. A not-too-old but slightly hoarse voice said, "It is indeed so. Once the tree falls, the monkeys will flee, the bees and ants will disappear, and the birds will be gone."

"Since the Yong family holds a large number of troops, it is impossible for them to take root in the court. In order to exert these influences, everything they have done in recent years has been very difficult. It is gratifying that there has been some progress in the mirage." Yong Ji said, "This is enough. It is not a bad thing to take one out of ten thousand."

"Assassination..."

"You must succeed in the assassination." Yong Ji said.

But after a moment of silence, he opened his eyes and whispered, "But I know, it may not be the case."

The faint moonlight and candlelight shone on the bamboo net. Yong Ji's black pupils did not move. "It's just that we really need this success, but luck has disappeared on our side."

"Forty years of cultivation, one life, I will only stab this sword."

"I believe that there is no one in Shenjing who is more suitable than Grandmaster Zhang to stab with this sword. No one can be faster or stronger. If Grandmaster Zhang stabs me with it, I will definitely die." Yong Ji said slowly, "But man proposes, God disposes."

"Oh my God?"

"What we are waiting for is God's will, isn't it?" The noise of the wine cups seemed to intensify the sense of light in front of his eyes. Yong Ji closed his eyelids again and said indifferently, "If we fail, the situation will be out of control. We have lost our cover in Shenjing, and the Immortal Terrace is biting us to death in Mirage City. At a higher level, it can be confirmed that the 'Fate Dogs' are watching... None of these matters, as long as I can still stay ahead of everything - but the things in Luoshen Palace will make them catch up."

"But I can't bet more on this. We never thought we would have the key to Luoshen. If Yu Dajian didn't succeed, then it didn't work. We can still use the stupid method and take the right path to get in. I can't let anything else affect this path. If you succeed, I will take it calmly; if you fail, then I will play a nearly open game of chess with them."

Yong Ji said slowly: "So, what you get from this kill will not be more or less than what you got twenty-three years ago... We succeeded before, and I hope it can succeed again now."

"That's how it should be."

"I'm really tired of staying in Shenjing."

"Does the prince miss the fierce winds and fine horses of the north?"

“Hahahaha.” Yong Ji laughed, but said, “You are not from the North, so you don’t know what is the most beautiful thing in the North.”

"Hey, this knight, could you please go somewhere else to rest? We want to recite poems here."

Yong Ji opened his eyes lazily. Through the gap in his straw hat, he saw a male student from the Imperial College standing above him, and his crisp voice was coming down.

"There are many empty seats in the garden, but this is the only empty pavilion. We don't know you, and it's not convenient for us to talk." Lin Yuxian said, "You are all outstanding people here. My father is the Minister of the Ministry of Justice. This is our first meeting, brother. Please give me some face."

Yong Ji had no expression. He glanced at them without saying a word and closed his eyes again.

This attitude was a bit annoying. Lin Yuxian's old and new friends were all watching him from behind. He couldn't help but speak louder: "My knight, since you are not attending the meeting, what are you doing lying down under the pavilion? I'm talking to you, why are you ignoring me?"

Yong Ji stretched himself lazily, lifted his bamboo hat, and looked at him lazily: "I'm thirsty, can I have a glass of water?"

"..." Lin Yuxian was stunned, "Okay, it's done."

Yong Ji sat up, took the tea and drank it, still sitting on the ground and leaning against the pillar, he glanced at the whole garden: "Thank you, what kind of sword club is this? Who is the most powerful one?"

“It’s run by the Lu family, and the most powerful one is of course Yang Zhenbing… You don’t know this either, why are you in this garden?”

"Oh, I'm waiting to pick someone up, and I'm also talking to another person about something." Yong Ji handed the teacup back, "Did you guys go up and fight? What was the result?"

The group was quite satisfied with this topic. Lin Yuxian said with a smile, "We sent two people up. One of them defeated Wen Li from Xiujian Academy, and the other one lost to Shou Si, the King of the Golden Crow. We should be able to get a good ranking tonight."

"Not bad indeed." Yong Ji took a look, "Are they the two with swords?"

"Yes." Lin Yuxian said, "It's a pity that the princess didn't pay any attention to me."

Tinghua walked forward and said with a smile: "Do knights also practice swordsmanship? Since we are all on the same path, let's go into the pavilion and chat. We just met."

Lin Yuxian continued, "You guys think that the princess will leave from the north gate soon. I see that she doesn't have a sedan chair. If I go there in advance, maybe I can see her once."

Fu Zhiyun smiled and said, "You have been thinking about that pavilion from the beginning to the end. What? Are you also thinking about a good son-in-law?"

Lin Yuxian blushed. He didn't think that far, but he still said, "What's wrong with that? I have good looks, talent, and family background. There's nothing I can't show for it."

Several people laughed.

Yong Ji turned his head, looked at him, and said slowly: "I don't think it's very good."

"……Um?"

"Because she's my wife," he said.

(End of this chapter)