Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 690: Retrieval (additional update, six thousand)

He stood there, wearing a black robe and carrying a sword, looking very tall. The twenty or so heroes around him were all half a body or a head shorter than him. Qiu Qianshui was already very tall, but he was kneeling at this time.

For many people this was the first time they saw the legendary Wind Envoy who was above the eight waters. For many years before, they were just some mysterious legends, and one could only verify their existence from the secretive expressions of the dock owners.

But today he showed up here without any scruples, obviously attaching unprecedented importance to the matter of the Water Lord.

The tall man in black robe was like a shadow, with dark yellow pupils looking over. When Qiu Luo came into contact with those eyes, his whole body became stiff and cold, like a mouse being stared at by a poisonous snake at its fingertips.

In fact, there was still a distance of four feet between them.

As for Daxi, Ermao and Zhao Bao, their legs went limp when they saw those heavy, shining blades. They were scrutinized by more than a dozen sharp gazes in the same instant, as if they were being flayed from head to toe. This chilling feeling was unprecedented. The twenty or so people standing or sitting on the deck made them feel like twenty or so poisonous dragons were devouring people.

In fact, the three of them didn't even dare to raise their heads. Pei Ye felt Zhao Bao's body beside him shaking unconsciously.

Qiu Luo, who was at the front, moved his throat. He tried to look away and stared straight at the deck. Sweat rolled down his forehead. He pushed the prepared words up to his throat: "Reply...Report to the envoy, at half past noon, the seven people on my ship saw from afar two small boats appearing in the fog in the southwest of the river. They were sent by Yanwu, so we waved and greeted them."

Everyone on the deck listened quietly, and several eyes fell on him.

"But, but a boat that was close to me sent me a signal in a hurry. I read it and it meant 'go'." Qiu Luo said, "I didn't understand it for a moment, but I was stunned for a moment...the two boats just disappeared."

Qiu Luo paused, and at this moment he recalled the chill that ran through his body when he witnessed that scene.

Suddenly someone whispered, "Among those two ships, is there one with blue ink painted on its bow?"

Qiu Luo was startled, and recalled: "Yes, yes."

He looked at the person who was speaking. The man was holding a broad and thick sword. He was the deputy leader of the Fox Gang. He was also looking at him coldly: "Unfortunately, it's my brother."

Qiu Luo didn't know what to say for a moment. He suddenly realized that the situation on the deck was not so clear - they were not gathered together waiting to interrogate them, nor were they divided into two sides: "Yanwu heroes" and "him".

This is a very complicated situation. These water gangs are fearful and silent in front of the legendary Wind Messenger, but they are suppressing their anger in their hearts. The anger may not be all directed at the Wind Messenger who suddenly appeared, but a considerable part of it is directed at the Lord of Yanwu.

They wanted to shout in anger and question. Nearly three hundred brothers disappeared without a word, and no one had told them about this in advance. So many people followed Yanwu out of trust and loyalty. This was enough to make people feel chilled.

There was therefore a heavy mix of emotions on deck.

He looked forward and saw his father's back kneeling there. At first, in Qiu Luo's eyes, he was facing the man in the black robe, but now it seemed that he was kneeling in the center of everyone.

In fact, he never moved.

Qiu Luo shifted his gaze again: "Then, then... I came to my senses and ordered... ordered myself to draw my sword and cut the rope that hung the bait."

"Then I saw it passing under the boat." Qiu Luo murmured as he recounted the scene. "When I lowered my head to look, it seemed as if the entire bottom of the lake was covered with green stone flakes like millstones... Later, I realized that they were its scales."

"Then, it stared at us." Qiu Luo continued with his head down, "It seemed to start twisting its body, and then, I let them sail away, and I jumped into the water holding the bead my father gave me... I threw the bead to it, and it stopped chasing us."

Qiu Luo closed his mouth. He knew he was sweating, but he just stared at the deck, preparing answers to various questions in his mind - what was that bead? Why didn't they disappear? What did the water master look like? How did he leave the water master?
All the answers must be simple and vague... His father had taught him similar things a long time ago, but at that time he thought he would never tell a lie in his life.

Qiu Luo felt that more eyes were on him because of the words "jump down holding the beads". Qiu Luo had never reviewed his performance in front of others in the past 20 years so clearly. He knew that he was naive and reckless enough.

But he was really nervous at this time. He felt that if he just said the simplest line in the storybook, "Lift your head and look at me", the dark black robe would be exposed under the gaze of those yellow eyes.

But the man in black robe didn't say this, nor did he ask what happened after he entered the water. He just asked, "Why did the water master target you?"

"...What?" Qiu Luo looked up and was speechless.

He had never expected there to be a problem here.

Pei Ye also sat sideways on the deck, leaning against Zhao Bao, like a real, unfortunate young fisherman. He lowered his head and listened carefully to everything around him.

Qiu Luo had omitted a section of the narrative, he thought, because it was something he was not aware of.

The water master did not target them from the beginning. He originally intended to let them go. The black cat told him at the time, "It doesn't care about you."

That is a normal state, because the water master would not care about them, just as it did not care about the two disappearing ships. It just swallowed the bait and moved on, and the two ships were naturally wiped out from the world.

Its attention to them was drawn by additional reasons.

Qiu Luo didn't know about this turn of events. He thought it was natural for the water master to turn around and stare at them, just like a snake biting a person or a tiger eating a person.

"I said, I don't want to hear lies." Lao Shui said. His tone didn't change much, but Qiu Luo felt a chill all over his body when he heard this.

"However, you are the beloved son of Lord Qiuwu. I have no intention of pursuing your thoughts. I only know that the Water Lord should not disappear from your place. Please tell me, what unexpected things happened on your ship?" The envoy lowered his eyes and looked at him. The deck was depressingly quiet.

Everyone turned their eyes to the members of the small boat.

At this moment Qiu Luo deeply felt that no one stood with them. Everyone wanted to know the truth about the Water Lord. Pairs of eyes that had experienced many killings looked over at them. These bound and collapsed people were as thin as paper.

Zhao Bao's body was shaking like a sieve. He didn't know why he was so scared at this moment. The young master was clearly in the front. He had never felt so clearly that he was in another world - although these people seemed to be human, it seemed that under their skin they were all another powerful and terrifying thing.

“You won’t say it?” The man in black robe said in the same tone. He lowered his head and pulled out the spear next to Qiu Qianshui. Qiu Qianshui’s body trembled violently, as if he wanted to stand up, but he still held himself down, his back and neck were stiff and straight.

No one else reacted. The man in black robe raised his hand and swung it. Qiu Luo was stunned and felt a huge force hitting his abdomen. He felt like vomiting and was about to burst out with tears. The next moment, sharp tearing pain and the feeling of being pierced flooded into his mind. He felt his body being lifted off the ground and then fell heavily to the ground again.

The heavy spear pierced through him and penetrated several feet into the deck.

The blood that was squeezed hard splashed backwards, spraying onto the bodies of several people who were tied up, causing them to scream in a distorted tone. Daxi's face was covered with blood spots, and his eyes were blank, as if they had lost focus. Ermao was also frozen in front of this scene.

"Zhu, Zhu Liuge, what should I do..." Zhao Bao muttered. Perhaps he didn't know what he was saying. He just instinctively grabbed the water plants beside him in complete helplessness, "Young Master... Young Master..."

Pei Ye said nothing, he sensed some strange and dangerous aura.

From the very beginning, the other party knew that there might be a spy sneaking in.

If the other party knew that the Water Lord would not leave without reason, then he had no reason not to suspect that it was a spy - he did ask Qiu Luo what unexpected things happened on your ship.

But this doesn't make sense.

If the man in black robe in front of him has already made some judgment about this, then he should pretend to know nothing. Qiu Luo has already revealed his flaws. He can keep his true intentions hidden in his heart and continue to ask questions, and it will be easy to get more information he wants.

But he said it.

Pei Ye turned his head. The rainy night outside the deck was quiet and deep. He realized that there were more things hidden outside the scene illuminated by the fire... Xiao Qi glanced at him.

Pei Ye received this gaze and felt very strange. It was a simple look, but Pei Ye read a lot of information from it. He realized that the only help he could get at this moment was the person in front of him. The Immortal Terrace had indeed not infiltrated here. This was not a job that was fully prepared. This was a situation where he had to go alone. There were more unknown dangers around than he had imagined.

As the saying goes, a general is not always subject to military orders when he is away from the battlefield. He could judge that this was not the time to take action - and this was indeed not the time.

If he had no other preparations, it meant that he would have to face a unknown body cultivator head-on and alone—outside the city where there were no Tongshi Laws. And there would probably be no support afterwards.

...But what's the point of saying so much?

Rain trickled down his hair, and Pei Ye raised his palms up behind his back, accepting these strands of spirits. At this time, he couldn't help but take action. Being alone... or two people, it was a familiar situation.

At this time, he turned his head and looked up at the man with a sword behind him. The stern-looking man was slightly startled as he did not expect this action. Then he saw the girl also turned around and looked up.

Qiu Luo lowered his head in pain and shock, watching the familiar and heavy gun barrel sink into his abdomen, and the blood flowed to the ground like water.

He was terrified, but at this moment, a kind of courage surged up from deep inside his body and rushed into his head. He gritted his teeth and roared, "Kill me if you dare! Do heroes on the water fear death?! If you stab me again, I will say the same thing!"

The rain was quiet on the deck, and the young man's roar almost spread throughout the night. Many eyes were cast towards him, but no one made any move. Many people seemed to be meeting this young master for the first time, but it was not the first time they had seen such a person.

The hot-blooded, the inexperienced, the temporarily angry, they all died later, and the gangs disappeared like dust blown away. But the Qingfeng Envoy still ruled the Eight Waters for decades.

Of course, the heroes on the water are also afraid of death. No one is not afraid of death.

Because there is a difference between living and dying. Fighting side by side with brothers, taking other people's lives, and also risking your own life. What you are betting on is wealth and glory, and living a free and easy life. If you die, you will get a handful of tears and a bowl of wine from your brothers, and then death is death.

But there is an iron wall in front of them, and they are just an egg. No one wants to crash into it; there are a pair of invisible big hands in the air around them, which can break their necks at any time. No one is not afraid.

Besides, many people have their own businesses and troops under their command. Who would want to die easily?
The people on the deck were holding guns and swords, with different thoughts in their minds, but they all looked silent.

The loss of blood and energy made Qiu Luo's angry roar much weaker. He collapsed there. I don't know how many people under the ship saw this scene.

But the man in black robe didn't look at him again. He didn't ask the young master what he meant. His yellow eyes moved behind him. That was indeed their style. They didn't work on unnecessary things. In many cases, they didn't care about offense, and they didn't care whether you were a hard-headed person or a soft-kneed person. This spear was not for Qiu Luo to hurt, but for the people behind to see.

This behavior revealed a far more indifferent cruelty than Qiu Luo's roar. Many people on the deck felt nauseous in their hearts. That was exactly the temperament that frightened them.

"Then let's change someone else." The tall man in black robe seemed to blend into the rainy night. He lowered his eyes and said, "What about you? What are you doing today——"

His words were suddenly drowned out by a subtle whistle.

Many people were unable to distinguish the sound at first, but they subconsciously turned around to look, and then saw that among the slumped fishermen, a young man with his hands tied behind his back stood up unsteadily.

The thin string had loosened long ago, and a bunch of medium-length black hair hung down, almost covering his entire face. His hair was wet and rough, and his cheeks were also rough, but the lines were strong.

He was wearing a thin, wrinkled short brown shirt, coarse linen trousers, leggings, bare feet, and he smelled of fish.

The next scene was a bit confusing - he lifted his leg and stepped over his companion who was sitting on the ground, staggered backwards, and bumped into the blade of the man with a knife behind him, loosening the hemp rope on his hand. No one knew why the man didn't avoid it.

Then he let his body fall down like that, and took the sword from the other man's waist and held it in his hand.

When he was about to reach the ground, he twisted his body slightly and fell down like a tiger. For the first time, people felt a sharp pain piercing their hearts.

Qiu Luo just reacted at this moment. Many people who witnessed it just reacted at this moment. In the light and shadow of hundreds of torches, there was no expression worth describing on the young man's face. He patted his hands lightly on the ground, and his figure flew away like a swallow. At the same time, a ball of rain flowers splashed on the ground, and then the water surrounded his hands as if it was tamed.

But that ball of water was just a match.

Between heaven and earth, there were numerous fine raindrops, and the rain was connected together. He waved his hand lightly, and the water in his hand floated away in the wind, and then the whole sky was set on fire.

No one can describe the shocking feeling at this moment. All the visible raindrops in the field of vision seem to be leaning towards him, and becoming sharp and cold when touching the skin... The cold pain of the early spring rain, which is like a thin blade cutting the skin, is extremely vivid at this moment. In an instant, many people feel as if they have become a bloody man, but it is just an illusion caused by the sharpness.

Then the young fisherman held the sword in his hand, and with a flick of his hand, a stream of clear water appeared on the blade. The bright sword was drenched in the rain, and all its sharpness had a place to rest. Hundreds of millions of rain fronts converged at the same time, and everything was so quiet, as if the sound of the wind had been cut off first.

Then straight lines began to appear on the sword.

That was obviously not a force that could be easily controlled by humans. The northern rain of the first month, the cold and gloomy night on the lake, this sharp coldness was gathered together and had already exceeded the limit of what ordinary swords could bear.

After that, perhaps no one would ever see such unimaginable swordsmanship again in their lifetime. The sword in the hands of the fisherman in rough clothes and messy hair was like a dancing spirit. Before the sword broke, he was leaning over and passing by the standing Fox Gang leader, twisting his body and raising his hand to pull away the sword from his waist.

Then he loosened his other hand that was holding the sword. The remaining rain on the palm had cut his skin and drawn blood. The sword was like a child being led by an adult to run. The initial whistling sound suddenly became fiercer. It came from the rain, from the wind, and from millions of rapidly moving raindrops - now all attached to the sword.

He used his newly drawn sword to meet this sword, and it was like a ball of water hitting a wall, the old sword hit the new sword, and all the overwhelming power and sharpness were directed in a consistent direction.

With the harmony of dance and music, and the enchanting beauty of poetry and painting, he started with the first sword and continued with the second sword. He controlled this power that was far beyond his ability to bear with ease in his hands... Many people present could use swords, but no one had ever felt such a breathtaking beauty in this iron weapon.

The young fisherman gripped the hilt of the new sword, took the third step towards the bow, and shot forward like an arrow. His rough hair fluttered in the wind, and the veins on his arms rose like dragons... He was no longer holding a sword, he was controlling a dragon!

Everyone took action at this moment. The people holding knives and swords stared at the figure that had surrounded them. Some were shocked, some shouted angrily, and the black robe on the bow seemed to be fluttering, but for some reason it did not move.

Pei Ye knew it of course, his eyes were as bright as gold.

【Great Correctional Edict】

The Purple Bamboo Edict that had taken two months to carve revealed its cold majesty at this moment. The figure under the black robe was completely frozen there. Pei Yexian rushed in from between the two men and surrounded them. At this moment, his eyes opened, and he clearly sensed that nineteen people were making moves in the four directions around him, and seven of them were planning to attack him.

But it's all too slow.

After unfettered training, he gained a whole new level of knowledge on how to make himself faster.

Qiu Qianshui in front was standing up.

Pei Ye left the Chihuo for him, but the next moment he seemed to change his mind and froze, so Pei Ye passed by.

Under the fire, he flew above the wide black robe, and the surging sword blade was instantly coated with jade-like scarlet. Then he twisted his waist, raised his arms, and with the fulcrum of his whole body, he slashed the powerful sword in his hand on his neck.

The collar and hood of the robe were first shredded by the sharp edge, and then bright red blood spurted out. The cervical vertebrae and laryngeal vertebrae were broken at the same time. It seemed that only at this moment did people realize that there was indeed a person under the black robe.

But it was this slash that woke him up. For the first time, rage emerged in his yellow eyes, and mysterious energy surged in all directions. He raised his hand and grasped the sword at his neck. The sword body twisted into a deformed iron bar as he groaned.

Pei Ye had already let go and flipped backwards when he was about to slash with the sword, and his posture was as beautiful as a fish leaping out of the water. He did not expect that this man's bones were so hard. Perhaps this was the strength that a spiritual body immersed in the mysterious energy of heaven and earth should have. It was more likely that he had reacted a little and made a real mysterious defense in advance... But Pei Ye did not want to think about these things at this time, he just needed to take another sword.

Then a sword was handed into his hand.

It flew over earlier than he thought, with just the right speed and momentum, as if it was waiting for him there. Pei Ye caught and sent the sword, and with just a flick of his hand, it made it float out a beautiful crescent-like curve.

The cold and angry gaze of the floodmaster was fixed on the fragile body in the air. A twist of his profound energy was enough to crush him... But when he looked at the young man in the air, he first saw a pair of eyes behind him.

In fact, she was very far away, behind the assassin, behind the surrounding water heroes, and even behind the son of Qiu Qianshui, a full five meters away... But he saw the girl's calm eyes.

He saw himself in those eyes.

In the light of the rain and fire, a streak of silver and scarlet flashed across the back of his neck, filling in the uncut part.

The head rolled to the ground, and the sword flew back into the young fisherman's hand. It was so familiar that it seemed natural. He fell to the ground with the sword in his hand, and in front of him was only the headless and wide blood-stained robe fluttering in the wind.

He turned around and looked at everyone. He was still barefoot, wearing thin clothes, with rough hair and smelling of fish. But he didn't say a word, only the sword in his hand was stained with blood.

Qiu Luo almost lost the pain in his abdomen for a moment. He stared at the bow of the ship in a daze, and the words he heard in prison kept echoing in his mind.

Then he knew what the man meant.

Being Zhang Yide of Yan, it was as easy for him to take the head of a general among millions of soldiers as to take something from a bag.

(End of this chapter)