Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 671: The Sword is Passed Down as Before
Talking about the elders' gossip probably does make people happy, and the emptiness in the Zhujing Hall seems to be filled a little.

"If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me." Pei Ye didn't want to hear it either. He looked up at the rising moon, stretched his neck and shouted towards the east: "Li Xianfang!"

Li Xizhou shrank his head and raised his hands to cover his ears.

"what??"

"When do we eat?"

“Right now!!”

Pei Ye retracted his neck and squinted his eyes as if in comfort.

"A broken voice."

"You have a nice voice, just shout."

"I won't shout."

Indeed, Li Xianfang came quickly to call the two of them to have dinner. In just over ten days, this great dancer had learned quite a few dishes. Together with Qu Xin, there were four people sitting around the table in the courtyard.

No one spoke. Li Xianfang was respectful and quiet, Qu Xin just stared at his bowl and the food on the table, talking nonstop. Pei Ye and Li Xizhou had just finished their conversation, or they felt that the topic was not suitable to be discussed in front of the other two, so they didn't say much anyway.

The only topic at the table was Pei Ye and Li Xianfang's discussion about the cooking temperature of the dishes. The moon was at its zenith. When the meal was over and Qu and Li left, Pei Ye helped to clear the dishes.

"Let me wash it." Pei Ye took it from Li Xianfang. "The water is as cold as ice in this weather."

"I will boil half a bucket of hot water when I cook," Li Xianfang said with a smile, "and with only a few of us, it's not too much trouble."

"Smart." Pei Ye gave her a thumbs up. He didn't need to add hot water. He washed the dishes in a few strokes and turned to clean the pots.

Li Xianfang followed behind and did some chores: "Young Master Pei has eaten sometimes more and sometimes less these past two days."

"Ok?"

Li Xianfang gathered the plates and smiled, "At first I made enough for four people, but I found that Young Master Pei didn't seem to be able to eat enough. So I tried making more on the second day, and when I observed him while he was eating, he still ate it all up easily. On the third day I made more than enough for five people, and then I saw that Young Master Pei ate more slowly. So I made more according to that amount afterwards... but there has been quite a bit of leftovers these past two days."

Pei Ye smiled: "What you mean by 'the amount of food for five people', are you counting based on yourself or Li Xizhou? That's the amount of food for half a person."

"I eat quite a lot because I have to practice dancing every day... Oh! I see, Master Pei usually eats a lot, but he has eaten less these past two days."

"..."

Li Xianfang didn't think about anything, just sharing this discovery with her benefactor and male host, and didn't care whether there was a response. After collecting the dishes, she came to the stove, where the young man's sword was placed diagonally. She lowered her head and reached out to move it, wondering why Pei Shaoxia still carried a sword with him at this time, and didn't think it was a hindrance.

A hand with bulging veins suddenly pressed down on the sword.

There was a loud "bang" and a circle of dust was stirred up on the stove.

Li Xianfang shuddered suddenly when she touched the scabbard. The suffocating feeling she had when she faced the black-clad actress in the music studio that day seized her fiercely. She almost thought she was going to die in the next moment. But in the end, it was just a touch and then it was withdrawn. Nothing happened in the kitchen, it just became extremely quiet.

She raised her head and saw the boy's face was a little dazed. Li Xianfang realized what had happened. Even though it was so unbelievable... she scared the boy in front of her.

She really scared him. The excessive counterattack that was like a stress response, the blue veins that were only then slowly disappearing, and the slight lingering fear on her face...all proved this point.

Li Xianfang didn't speak for a long time.

"Don't, don't touch my sword these days." Pei Ye pursed his lips and smiled, then lowered his head to continue washing the iron pot.

Tonight, Li Xizhou returned to the bedroom wrapped in a cloak.

Pei Ye was still sitting in front of the hall holding a sword.

……

……

On the 21st day of the first lunar month, the weather had not changed much and it would take some time for the weather to really warm up. Pei Ye walked on the frozen ground and climbed up the west hill of the Daming Palace again and pushed open the door of the Mingyue Old Palace.

He took the shark pearl powder for two hours. There was a limited amount of this stuff, and he estimated that if he took it every day, he would be able to use it up before the end of February.

Yue Muzhou was still sitting in front of the steps.

Pei Ye knew that he had forgotten everything again.

Or maybe he didn't have any memories in the first place. They were just old images imprinted by the mirage, just like the shadows reflected on the water. When Pei Ye's disturbance left, it returned to its original shape in the waves.

"Who are you?"

"Yanjian Peiye."

"..."

Pei Ye tried his best to follow the old path. Firstly, it was a feasible way that could allow Yue Muzhou to teach him [Unrestrained]. Secondly, due to some unspeakable emotions, he hoped that all this would be continuous.

In fact, Yue Muzhou seemed to be very "tolerant" of him. Sometimes he couldn't help but lose control of the conversation and deviate from the direction, but in the end Yue Muzhou still agreed to teach him the sword from the steps to the bedroom.

The path leading to this sword is not as narrow as imagined.

But the man's attitude was as cold as ever.

The distance from the front of the Mingyue Palace to the front of the sleeping hall is seven zhang. Pei Ye has five main actions: drawing the sword, leaving the steps, knocking on the door, passing the screen, and drawing the sword; among them, he has to go through four changes of posture: standing up, leaping, floating, and staying in the air.

Pei Ye realized at this moment that the sword that Yue Muzhou used to pierce his throat for the first time was indeed very different from his later replica. He was completely unable to rely on his intuition of "Unrestrained" to complete such a complicated set of movements. He had to truly master "Unrestrained" to be able to stab out such a sword.

"Don't always try to replicate those movements, it's still a feeling." Yue Muzhou sat in front of the steps, with the sword across his knees and his arms resting on the sword.

Because there were five movements, he demonstrated them to Pei Ye five times. The young man was leaning in front of the hall, staring into the empty space in silence.

"I thought you would realize that replicating is impossible after you tried it once. But your insight and memory are so good, and your control over your body is so perfect that you almost copied my movements completely."

"Since you said that there is nothing mysterious about this sword and every step can be counted, then I will do all your moves, so why is it not you?"

"Only Yun Lang and the sword madman from Bailu Palace would say such things." Yue Muzhou still only left the back of his head to him and said in a calm voice, "How can there be someone as stupid as you."

"No one has ever said that I'm stupid when it comes to learning swordsmanship." Pei Ye snorted coldly, "You've never taught anyone to learn swordsmanship, so stop giving me advice. Since I can't learn the true [Freedom] for the time being, this method is the most direct way."

"Bull." Yue Muzhou said concisely.

But this comment did admit that the boy was a real bull. With his amazing sword talent, he rushed forward without any effort to find the way, and he smashed a tunnel out of the mountain blocking the road. Yue Muzhou stopped talking, and Pei Ye practiced this method again and again. Each time he got closer to the phantom left by Yue Muzhou, and each time he became faster, until he stopped after a long time.

Yue Muzhou was still sitting in front of the steps: "How is it, have you learned it according to your method?"

"It's just a tiny difference, a tiny difference within a tiny difference." Pei Ye's body was steaming. He looked down at the unsheathed sword with a frown on his face. "I think it's at the screen. That bend is a little hard to grasp... The speed must not be reduced, but it's hard to see clearly through the screen, and the sword must be drawn in the next moment."

"So how do you plan to solve it?"

Pei Ye thought for a while and said, "Remove the screen."

Yue Muzhou turned around, expressionless: "Just tear down the Mingyue Palace."

Pei Ye said nothing.

After a while, he lowered his head and rubbed his wrist: "Then you, then how do you think I should practice?"

Yue Muzhou glanced at him calmly and said, "You have a great friend in Yun Lang, and I have never taught anyone, so I'm afraid I dare not give you blind advice."

"...If you don't want to teach me, then don't." Pei Ye usually liked to joke and was able to put aside his pride, but when he saw the man's cold expression, he felt inexplicably annoyed. He turned his head away, went down the steps and sat down, staring at the sword without saying anything.

In fact, he roughly understood that the reason why the replica was not possible was because the so-called "one kind" of freedom was actually still a collection of countless smaller freedoms. After removing all the large variables, there were still countless, smaller variables, and they were uncontrollable.

He couldn't completely replicate Yue Muzhou's sword strike in the mirage, and it was even more impossible when he returned to reality.

"This sword cannot be 'learned', it can only burst out from one's own body." Yue Muzhou said.

Pei Ye tilted his head to look at him.

"Your previous attempt in the courtyard was very good. You felt my [Unrestrained] and used it in reverse." Yue Muzhou said, "Then it was not an imitation of me, but the sword you used yourself. The same is true now."

Yue Muzhou looked at him and said, "He is a tall and handsome young man, but it turns out that he is actually a girl."

Pei Ye ignored him and just said, "Then you say, I can only use that sword in an open space. There is a door, a screen, an extra step... I just don't know how to use it. What can I do if I don't learn it?"

"use."

"use?"

"Yes, if you don't know how to use it, then keep trying to use it, over and over again, preferably in a real sword fight... it would be best if it involves life and death." Yue Muzhou showed a charming smile, "I won't mention your Yunlang high friend, lest you get anxious again. But if I teach you, the real sword must be learned through use."

"All the previous practice was just a preparation for that moment." Yue Muzhou said casually, but Pei Ye was completely stunned.

He looked at the man's eyes, which were as black as jade, and seemed to have turned into two hideous black holes. A shivering feeling surged from the back of his spine to his head. He moved his lips but could only stare at the man in a daze.

It is indeed the case.

He never learned how to [clouds and sky obscure his eyes and feathers] until he grasped the "dragon tongue" in the darkness when he was seriously injured.

The old man never worried about his inability to learn, and never explained any sword moves or principles to him.

Was it a necessity?

He always thought it was a fluke.

Yue Muzhou obviously did not have this memory. In his opinion, the young man in front of him was sometimes a little strange, as if there were always some sticky emotions surging under his skin. He avoided this kind of thing and kept his distance from it. At this time, he just looked at him more vigilantly.

Pei Ye said nothing, just held the sword again, then he glanced at Yue Muzhou, whose hair stood on end. The young man flashed like a gust of wind, drew his sword, and broke into the bedroom.

Yue Muzhou stopped him in front of the screen, holding the sword against his throat without saying a word.

"It seems that it is useless this time." Pei Ye picked up the sword and turned to go out.

Yue Muzhou was stunned for a moment and then laughed.

This scene seemed to have happened before, but it did not prevent it from appearing here again. After an unknown period of time, the two had been fighting for many rounds before the competition finally stopped. Pei Ye kept trying to sense the sword, and his own [Unrestrained] gradually took on a vague shape.

"Actually this is useless because it's not realistic enough." Yue Muzhou leaned against the front of the hall, his black hair falling down in disarray in the excitement, and then wet and sticky due to the rain.

It seemed that the more he used the sword, the brighter his eyes became, and now the whole person looked like he had been pulled out of a sheath, so sharp that it was difficult to look directly at him.

"What you said is just the preparation for using it." Two hours were almost over. In fact, Pei Ye knew that if he really used this sword and used the real feeling of death to support it, he would use this move [Unrestrained] sooner or later.

But at this time, or this time, he didn't want to use that method. Eye contact and words would establish a connection between two people, and the boy didn't want to abandon this two-hour relationship as a shadow.

He leaned against the pillar next to Yue Muzhou. Both of their hot bodies enjoyed the coolness of the rain falling from the eaves. Pei Ye was quiet for a while, and suddenly said, "Have you ever thought that in fact, the ending of everything has been predetermined, and you are just a shadow cast by the facts."

"You are so young, yet you have such insights?"

Pei Ye looked at the rain and said, "Actually, I think I'm quite insightful, but I'm not very good at quoting from classics."

"Do you think you are not a phantom?" Yue Muzhou said, "The world contains us with its great unknowability. What people see is just a little candle in the endless darkness. Do you think you can tamper with any real facts?"

Pei Ye was stunned for a while and didn't say anything.

Yue Muzhou tilted his head to look at him and smiled lazily: "If you don't always want to get involved with me, you are actually quite interesting."

Pei Ye looked at him and said, "If you don't want to get involved with anyone, why are you sitting here guarding this Mingyue Palace?"

"..."

"You're right." Yue Muzhou sighed. This was the first time Pei Ye heard him speak in this way. "I don't know either. Maybe staying in Shenjing is not the right choice. I have too many friends here, including the person I like."

"Isn't this a good thing?"

Yue Muzhou turned his head, his eyes were very deep and sharp. After a while, he retracted his gaze: "For someone like me, probably not."

"It's hard to imagine that I will have a stable relationship with anyone," he said. "You are still young and you don't know that everyone will go their separate ways eventually."

"Really? Then do you think... seventeen and a half years is a stable relationship?"

"Huh?" Yue Muzhou was slightly stunned.

Pei Ye lowered his head and remained silent for a while, until he began to feel dizzy. He could sense the man's suspicion and uneasiness about everything around him. He was a turbulent and dangerous soul, always ready to leave this world. Pei Ye thought it was good this way, as always, nothing could hold him back.

So he waved his hand without waiting for an answer and said, "Goodbye, Yue Muzhou. Next time we meet, we won't have so much to talk about."

(End of this chapter)