Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 668: Free in Dreams
The feeling of death and the scene in front of him were shattered at the same time. When the pain was approaching real death, everything in front of him was reflected in its illusory nature. Yue Muzhou was just a phantom. Although many of his details had been described here in detail, it was still an old shadow, and he was far less real than the characters in the illusion building.

The spiritual realm can influence reality through reality, but it cannot influence reality through illusion. Under normal circumstances, the two can coexist harmoniously and there is no discernible difference. However, once a collision of either one or the other occurs, the boundary becomes clearly apparent.

The spiritual realm of Mingyue Palace returned to its original state. Pei Ye stood in front of the closed door, as if nothing had happened. There were quiet lights and New Year's rain again.

But of course that was not the case. Pei Ye's hand was still subconsciously pressing on his throat, trying to cover the wound. It took a long time for his heart and lungs to continue beating slowly.

Twenty-three years ago, was this the sword that He Wujian faced?
He can indeed look after the entire Mingyue Palace by himself. There is no so-called opportunity to take advantage of, no blind spot for perception, just sitting there is enough. This is a crossbow with a taut string. As long as you show your malice, the arrow will pierce your throat first.

But in the face of such a sword, He Wujian stabbed the sharp blade into the queen's heart.

Did he still have time to leap to the window?
Pei Ye was thinking about the case file... Crane List, Grandmaster of the Crane List, is it supposed to be like this? After all, Zhu Gaoyang was only ranked 296th.

But Yeque's sword might not be that fast, because this is Daming Palace, and he and Yu Sicheng have just fought so many rounds of physical battles. He has been eight lives, and in some ways, he has reached the limit of human fitness.

Pei Ye was silent for a while, his heartbeat gradually stabilized. With thoughts turning in his mind, he raised his hand again and pushed open the door.

The man still sat in front of the steps.

"I have been ordered to guard the palace. No one is allowed to enter." He raised his eyes and glanced at the young man. "Who are you?"

"Inspector Yan Pei Ye, I am ordered by the master to report the news to Inspector He." Pei Ye walked forward and handed him the sign with the word Yan on it.

"What's the matter?" Yue Muzhou took it, looked at it, and raised his eyes and said.

"【Four Water Cultivating Snakes】He Wujian plans to assassinate the queen tonight, and I have specially informed Yue Hejian."

Yue Muzhou frowned slightly: "I know this person. When and how will he make his move?"

Pei Ye shook his head, but sat down next to him: "According to He Jian, how will he make his move?"

Yue Muzhou groaned for a moment, "I have dealt with He Wujian before. He is not a stupid person, nor is he ignorant. If he is not sure, he will not take action."

"Yes, but I don't know how to be sure."

Yue Muzhou turned his head and looked at him for a few seconds with his narrow eyes.

Pei Ye said: "Are you thinking in your heart, 'Can someone like you do the goose inspection?'"

Yue Muzhou was stunned.

"Who am I?" Pei Ye looked at him.

Yue Muzhou smiled in shock and looked at him again: "People like you look like lovable fools. You are most suitable to play the role of a stupid knight who is tortured by villains in the Jianghu vendetta."

Pei Ye was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Oh? What are you laughing at?"

"Look in the mirror first." Pei Ye sneered.

Yue Muzhou didn't refute. He was silent for a while and glanced at him calmly: "I thought about it and I might be one. But I won't make mistakes when I'm doing crane inspection. If I quit my position one day, I won't know for sure."

"In that case, you're not stupid," he added.

When he said this, he didn't look at the boy. He was looking at the rain in the sky or the night sky after the rain, with one leg stretched down the steps and the other leg crossed, looking quite relaxed and unrestrained.

Some things in the spiritual realm were too real. Pei Ye looked at him quietly. At this distance, she could almost smell the warm scent on him, which was almost identical to the smell of his skin when she was in an old man's arms during her childhood.

He wrinkled his nose, moved his throat again, and turned his head away.

"Yes, I'm not stupid if I'm like you." He sneered, "You can leave if you want to, and die if you want to. How cool."

Yue Muzhou looked at him strangely: "Do I know you?"

“……” Pei Ye glared at him.

For some reason, Yue Muzhou didn't dislike this inexplicably young Yan Jian. He lowered his head and stretched out his other leg, saying, "You said that He Wujian was going to come to Mingyue Palace to assassinate me. Where did you get the news?"

"Master Li said so." Pei Ye said, "Can you stop it?"

"I have dealt with He Wujian before. He got his start in war and is easily influenced by Beiyan. He also rose from the bottom of the underworld. He is good at fighting, very patient and careful." Yue Muzhou said, "If he wants to come to Mingyue Palace, he will know that I am the one guarding it, so he won't be too anxious."

"Not too urgent?"

"He will probably wait for some better opportunity."

"What if it doesn't?"

"Do not?"

"No." Pei Ye looked into the man's black eyes, the two pairs of eyes staring at each other, "They didn't choose to bypass you. Even in the palace, even if they knew it was you guarding the steps, they still chose to assassinate you... maybe tonight."

"I will kill everyone." Yue Muzhou said.

"He won't fight you." Pei Ye said, "He came in from the back hall and rushed straight to Wei Qingju. How fast can you stop him?"

"I'll kill everyone."

"If you find him, he will already be in the bedroom."

"I'll kill him."

"If you find him, he will already be in front of Wei Qingju's bed."

"There's no point. I'll kill him."

“If you find out, his sword has already pierced Wei Qingju’s heart.” Pei Ye said.

Yue Muzhou slowly raised his head and looked at the young man, their eyes meeting.

"There is no sword so fast in the world," he said.

"There is no such a fast sword?"

"Absolutely not."

"why?"

"Because my sword is the fastest sword in the world." Yue Muzhou looked at him.

The steps were quiet for a moment, with only the rustling of rain.

This was a spring night in the fourth year of Suolin. Yue Muzhou was twenty-seven years old, and not many people knew his name. Two years later, he took part in the Yulin test for the first time and was ranked twenty-third on the Crane List.

"If there is such a place." Pei Ye believed it, but he did not look away. He said slowly, "Suppose the space we are in is a piece of paper. All of us and everything we can touch are on the front of the paper, but someone can reach the back of the paper."

“But after he went to the back side, he seemed to melt into the air. There was no trace of him in the world anymore. He moved on the back side and could reach any place that the front side could reach, but we had no sense of it.” Pei Ye said, “He could move freely on both sides. When he appeared, he had already stabbed Wei Qingju’s heart with his sword.”

"..."

"..."

"You said, is He Wujian such a person?"

"Yes."

Pei Ye wanted to know how the assassination happened that year, how He Wujian appeared and disappeared like a ghost, and how Yue Muzhou almost cut his heart open in a single encounter.

When Yue Muzhou's sword pierced his throat like a ghost, Pei Ye thought, it might not be a competition of speed. The assassin had a mirage, his whole body was immersed in it, coming and going freely, his sudden attack was not in the perception of the human world, only when that sword appeared.

His sword appeared before his person.

Only in this way could he possibly defeat Yue Muzhou's sword.

Pei Ye had only guessed before, but after experiencing this sword attack personally, he was extremely sure.

Yue Muzhou sat in front of the steps and Pei Ye sat beside him. Their swords were placed at their feet. The raindrops made the lower parts of the two scabbards wet and shiny.

"Inspector Yue He, how are you going to stop an assassin like this?" Pei Ye tilted his head and looked at his cheek.

Yue Muzhou looked at the rainy sky, and after a while, he repeated: "I will kill him."

"……Why?"

"Because you told me about it."

"What preparations are you going to make?"

"No preparation."

"…Just because I told you this, it won't work?"

"Yes."

"..."

"As long as someone tells me that this kind of assassination exists in the world, it will not succeed."

"why?"

"Because even if that's the case," Yue Muzhou turned around and looked at him, his black pupils like two jade stones, "I'm still faster than him."

Pei Ye believed it.

There was no evidence, no logic, no reason, but he believed it. "You," Yue Muzhou lowered his head and retracted his legs, his boots were a little wet, "Are you sent by Li Yan to assist me?"

"Yes."

"What are you capable of?"

"I can use a sword."

Yue Muzhou smiled.

"You do not believe?"

"There are many people in the world who can use swords."

"I will stop He Wujian when he leaves."

Yue Muzhou looked at him.

"But my sword isn't as fast as yours." Pei Ye lowered his head and stared at the rain on the steps, "So we may need to try it first."

"try what?"

"Let's see how fast I am and see if I can stop that person." Pei Ye said, "I will try my best to learn and correct myself, and become faster every time."

Yue Muzhou already frowned in annoyance: "Do I still need to train you?"

"You do not want?"

Yue Muzhou looked away without interest and leaned against the pillar: "No, I can do it alone."

Pei Ye held his sword and raised his head: "Okay, then I will assassinate Wei Qingju and see if you can stop me."

As the last word fell, he twisted his body and pressed down on the back edge of the room. His body floated up like a bird and flew towards the hall. He completed this set of movements in one go and it couldn't be faster. The sword in his hand was already two-thirds out of the sheath.

A sharp blade was blocking his throat.

"Are you looking for death?" Yue Muzhou half-stood up, but had not yet left the stairs, and looked at him expressionlessly.

"It's the first time." Pei Ye said to himself, "I think I have made progress."

"Before you made progress, you were quite weak." Yue Muzhou returned the sword to its sheath and sat down. "Don't mess around. If I were to use my sword against you, I might have slowed down He Wujian a little bit."

He spoke very seriously, looking at the rain in the sky, as if he could not see that he was just a shadow.

"...He Wujian will take at least an hour. Come on, continue." Pei Ye sheathed the sword and sat back in place, but with just a slight touch of his butt, he bounced out again like a falcon!

Yue Muzhou frowned fiercely and put the sword in front of his throat again, but the next moment he paused and said nothing.

Pei Ye took one more step forward, while Yue Muzhou only had his left foot still on the step.

Pei Ye returned the sword to its sheath and stepped back: "Continue."

Yue Muzhou didn't say anything. He looked at the young man, as if he acquiesced to this boring simulation.

"continue."

"Come again."

"continue."

"continue."

……

The boring changes of movement and stillness were repeated again and again. The two people were like rivals in a race, from the steps, to the door, to the curtain, to the screen... Pei Ye could jump farther and farther, and Yue Muzhou had to spend more subtle efforts to stop him.

But to be honest, this was indeed much faster, but it was different from the sword that Pei Ye had seen last time.

Ba Sheng's body has its limits. You can approach this limit infinitely and reach a faster speed, but the upper limit is there.

Pei Ye tried hard to catch up with Yue Muzhou's speed, but he still couldn't understand the sword that pierced his throat last time.

After another fight, Pei Ye was sweating and Yue Muzhou's muscles and bones were also hot. The man looked at him with interest. Pei Ye stopped and said, "At this speed, He Wujian can't be stopped."

"Ah, yes." Yue Muzhou said casually, "Because I didn't use [Unrestrained]."

"What is 'free'?"

"Ok?"

"What is freedom?"

Yue Muzhou looked at him and said, "You are Li Yan's confidant Yan Jian, and you seem to know me, but you don't know what 'freedom' means?"

"never heard of that."

"【Unfettered】 is my fastest sword." Yue Muzhou lowered his head and sheathed the sword. The mist on his lips was hidden in the cold rain as he spoke. "It is also the fastest sword in the world. There is no faster sword in Taoism, Yunlang, or anywhere else."

"Within ten feet, I can reach you with just a thought." He tilted his head to glance at the young man and smiled faintly, "At this distance between us, I can take your head with just a thought."

Then he restrained his expression and said seriously: "So while I am standing here, no one can invade this palace."

"Are you the only one who knows this sword?"

"This is the sword I created."

"Didn't you try to teach others?"

"No one can learn it." Yue Muzhou said, "And I'm not stupid."

Pei Ye said: "Then you try it."

Yue Muzhou was slightly startled: "Try what?"

"I am now five feet away from you, just looking at you, try to take my head."

"Really?"

"…It's better not to."

Yue Muzhou smiled at him and said, "You can step back a little further."

"so?"

"Retreat another two feet."

"so?"

"almost."

There was no time to see anything.

In an instant, my heart and lungs felt as if they were pierced by thousands of needles.

Before the pain even occurred, all his muscles had already stiffened. Pei Ye suddenly pressed his hand towards the sword at his waist. It was almost an instinctive reaction of his body, but before he could unsheathe the sword, a little bit of coldness had already touched his throat.

Before this sword, Pei Ye understood two points.

First, [Wu Ji] must be the fastest sword in the world.

Second, whether Yue Muzhou is prepared before drawing the sword will greatly affect the speed at which the tip of the sword reaches the throat.

Yue Muzhou put away his sword with a smile on his face and clamped the blade under his armpit: "Is this fast enough?"

Pei Ye just stood there quietly, not speaking or moving, and the flash of sword that just flashed in his eyes was constantly being recalled by him.

After a while, he whispered, "Back off."

Yue Muzhou was no longer in front of him, and turned back and asked: "...Hmm?"

"Retreat two more feet." Pei Ye lowered his head and gently drew out his sword.

"..."

"Okay, that's about it." Pei Ye said.

A chill suddenly ran up Yue Muzhou's back and hit his brain. He twisted his body, solemnly looked back, stepped back, and held his sword horizontally. With a "ding" sound, the tip of the sword touched his collarbone and was blocked by the sword. The blade had already cut a thin line on his chin.

"..."

"Is that how I use it?" Pei Ye stepped back and put away his sword, lowering his head as he put the sword back into the sheath. "It's not used very well, let's practice a few more times."

"..."

"What's wrong?" Pei Ye looked at him.

Yue Muzhou looked at him silently for a long time and said, "You can indeed use a sword."

"Oh, yeah. Then, if, suppose," Pei Yewei raised his head and looked towards the stars, "if I want to find someone to learn swordsmanship from, would you be willing to take me in as your apprentice?"

(End of this chapter)