Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 695 Two Hundred Miles

Ever since the dock master Lei Shanglin ascended the second level of the Xuanmen Jade Steps four years ago, Kuiwu has been firmly in the top half among the 18 docks in terms of reputation and strength, and has also become quite famous in the martial arts world around Shenjing. However, even though there was no resistance in the dock four years ago, the two men had never stepped on the top of the main ship's mast with a single sword.

But to be honest, the hundreds of heroes of the water gang did not feel any anger - when the two boats met, if the man with a sword on the opposite side suddenly snorted twice in contempt, there would be bloodshed. But when the two tall figures stood there and shouted the name of the leader of Leiwu, everyone strangely did not feel that they were part of Kuiwu at this time, and all looked up in astonishment, becoming spectators witnessing this rare scene.

It is certainly a rare scene - you have been in the underworld for your whole life, can you ever hear someone call you by such a name?
"Dragon Lord Dongting, wish Gaoyang."

Seven words with a pause at one point make people feel numb and terrified when they hear them.

Since he entered the martial arts world, he has never concealed his name and deeds. Everyone in the world knows that he is the eldest brother of the Dragon King Dongting Sword Vein. He also regards himself as such with a smile. He is not a very upright person and dare not say "Zhu's words and deeds are the face of the Dragon King Dongting". Especially in the past few years, he has been active in Shenjing. People in the capital area don't know Beihai Mansion or Bailu Palace. Many people don't even know who is the number one in the Dongting Sword Vein, but there are few who don't know the sword vein Zhu Gaoyang.

"Feng Huai Pei Ye" is an even stranger name.

No one knew what "Feng Huai" was, but everyone knew the name "Pei Ye". It was after Zhu Gaoyang had disappeared for the past six months that this young name became more and more popular. The sword in front of the Suzaku Gate was said to be miraculous and had a great reputation.

Now, two people are standing here in bamboo hats, two sets of wrinkled clothes and barefoot.

Lei Shanglin was as his name suggested, a man with an awe-inspiring appearance and behavior, like thunder. He walked out dragging a thick sword and slowly raised his head. There was no sun, but he still squinted.

Pei Ye met this gaze. He didn't have a sword in his hand, so he didn't feel very safe. But the next moment he was slightly startled, and saw the majestic figure below him stabbing the knife into the deck, looking up and clasping his fists, saying: "Mr. Pei, I have heard of your great name for a long time. I am Kuiwu Leishanglin to meet you. I wonder what brings you to my humble place?"

Pei Ye subconsciously wanted to return the greeting, but he changed his mind and thought that this Kuiwu was one of the three Wus that surrounded and killed Zhuge a month ago. Lei Shanglin's move was probably a common smile hiding a knife in the martial arts world. If he bowed and clasped his fists, he would be very stupid. Thinking of this, he felt smart, so he stood still on the pole and just looked down at him.

Sure enough, Jiancai is so arrogant. Everyone thought.

A first-rate swordsman is accompanied by first-rate arrogance.

Zhu Gaoyang seemed to be too lazy to talk about the previous cause, and said in a calm voice: "Lei Wuzhu, within a moment, I want you to bring up all the bait, dismiss the gang members, and not participate in the feast for the water master in the next six days."

Lei Shanglin's body stiffened for a moment, and he slowly raised his hands and clasped his fists: "Zhu Zhenchuan, each serves his own master. I'm afraid it's not right for you to stop Lei with just one sentence... The envoys are above the Eight Waters. Although Zhu Zhenchuan is skilled and bold, he must also know the principle of being too strong and vulnerable."

"Really? Then why don't you call these bastards to surround and kill me?" Zhu Gaoyang said lazily.

The four Qingfeng Envoys were chasing behind, so of course there were no Qingfeng Envoys here, Pei Ye thought.

Zhu Gaoyang said nothing more. He stopped turning the scabbard with his hand, and the autumn-water-like blade slipped out of it. He raised his hand to grasp the hilt, leaned forward, and fell at the same time as the sword.

Lei Shanglin's pupils shrank in an instant, he roared, and a vast amount of mysterious energy surged towards the knife. He grasped the handle with both hands and struck upwards, like raising a high wall of waves.

Zhu Gaoyang fell towards him. He had no power and no sound. He put his sword behind his arm and pressed his hand against the wave.

Then the next moment, it was as if the water was suddenly squeezed and scattered, and the deck seemed to be blown by a strong wind. People and various tools fell into the water one after another. Zhu Gaoyang pressed the blade of Lei Shanglin's knife straight down, pressed the knife on his chest, pressed his body on the deck, and pressed the deck into the hull!
The entire ship shook violently, and a large circle of waves expanded outward on the lake surface below the ship. Amidst the vast and powerful mysterious energy, exclamations came one after another from more than 400 large and small ships.

In just five breaths, a figure soared into the sky like a crane and broke out from the deck again. He was holding Lei Shanglin. The master's sword had been cut off by a sword, and half of his body was covered in blood, motionless.

The man had a knife wound on his side, but it didn't seem to have any impact. He sheathed his sword and shouted, "Everyone on this boat will evacuate within a moment, and bring all the bait aboard. Then you can row your boats and leave on your own."

He glanced around and said, "If anyone dares to hide, I don't recognize you, and my sword doesn't recognize you either."

There were two or three thousand people on the water, countless heroes, big and small, all of them were stunned for a moment, and then all took action.

Each of them pulled the smuggled fish back to the bottom of the boat, and those with more advanced skills passed the fish balls to each other. Within a moment, all the balls made of fish were thrown onto the deck of the main ship.

"There are still fifty breaths left," Zhu Gaoyang smiled, "If anyone has valuables in the boat, you can go and get them."

No one moved.

"Then please stay away." Zhu Gaoyang threw the man in his hand to another boat, and his clear voice spread across the river, "Last night, Brother Pei killed the wind envoy of Laoshui, and I killed the wind envoy of Chanshui. The heads of the two thieves were both hung in Yanwu. The so-called Eight Waters and Green Winds are just a few chickens and dogs. All the heroes are discerning people. It is better to inform your friends as soon as possible, so as not to be buried with the dogs and dogs."

He spoke with a smile, full of energy, and his calm demeanor was particularly admirable. After he finished speaking, he turned around and flew away to the west.

The young man had been sitting cross-legged on the mast early on, unmoved by the swaying of the boat. Only then did he stand up, and under the astonished gazes of thousands of people, he gently raised his hand and waved it. A raging, roaring fire rose into the sky, like a curtain of fire rolling up to the sky, momentarily illuminating the surface of the river red.

Then he turned around and caught up with the man.

One in front and one behind, they were like two big birds, appearing and disappearing in the mist for a few times and then disappearing.

Zhu Gaoyang had no intention of stopping. He held the boy's shoulder and headed westward. The distance almost lost its reality as he flew by.

Pei Ye's hair was quickly blown dry by the wind. He shouted, "Where are we going?"

"Of course it's the next water dock." Zhu Gaoyang shouted beside him, "Canghua Dock, 86 miles west of here, there is also a festival!"

"..."

Ever since the time he flew on a dragon on Xincang Mountain, Pei Ye had never felt such a refreshing wind again. For the entire day, the wind made his face sore and his eyes dry. Even after he stopped, he seemed to still hear the whistling sound of the wind in his ears.

But the achievements left behind are also remarkable.

The two men swung their swords across the river north of Shenjing. Kuiwu, Canghua and Huihe traveled 200 miles west in one day, passed through three docks on the way, and burned all the feast baits of 2,000 large and small boats.

Huihewu and Kuiwu were destroyed like withered withering and rotten, but in addition to the owner of the wharf, several hall masters also took action, so Pei Ye borrowed a sword from the gang. When Zhu Gaoyang lifted the wharf owner from underwater, Pei Ye had nailed the four hall masters to the mast or wooden wall one by one, which was also a kind of stop at the right time. He also confiscated the swords of several disciples who rushed to help. In the end, the only one who shocked him was the daughter of an unknown hall master, who screamed "Daddy!" Pei Ye saw that her pretty face was pale and she stood still, holding the sword in her hand but trembling and daring to pull it out, so he threw her and several hall masters off the boat together, which not only reunited them as father and daughter, but also saved her from entanglement. In Canghuawu, they encountered a tough battle of not too small or small.

Canghuawu was one of the top five docks on the Eight Waters, and it was in charge of the operation to besiege Zhu Gaoyang that night. It was both powerful and closely connected with Mirage City. It was a hard and bloody battle, with Zhu Gaoyang fighting three Tuanshen alone on the water, and Pei Ye was the only one on the boat.

The assassins and confidants came like a wave. Since the night at Xichi, Pei Ye had not experienced such intensive fighting between people. Wounds of varying degrees appeared on his body. This degree of injury was almost enough to make Pei Ye feel refreshed. In a quarter of an hour, with two broken swords, the young man killed so many people that the deck was covered with blood.

Finally, the two men, covered in blood, stood on the mast in the dim sky, hanging the bodies of the dock master and the two hall masters on the mast. In the silence of hundreds of boats, they set fire to the big ship. From a distance, the blazing fire must have looked like a newly-risen mountain at night.

No matter how shocking today's behavior was to the martial arts world, at least the two people who had just escaped from the battle did not think about it for the time being.

The last thing on the water is boats. Zhu Gaoyang brought another boat from somewhere and tied it to the tree. It was a slightly cloudy night with a moon. Zhu Gaoyang sat shirtless on the shore. Zhenxuan closed the wound bit by bit. He washed his body, but his face was a little pale. It was obvious that the series of movements today were not completely exhausting.

After a few splashes in the water, Pei Ye's head popped out and he took a deep breath. He shook his hair and swam over, clinging to the shore with his arms.

The rain stopped and there was a breeze. He looked up at the man washing clothes for a while and said with a smile, "Brother Zhu, will tomorrow be the same as today?"

Zhu Gaoyang twisted his clothes and said, "You enjoyed the fight, didn't you?"

"The last one was a good one." Pei Ye grinned, his murderous aura still not dissipating. "I didn't do much in the first two rounds. But you, how come you got so many injuries after fighting three people?"

"Your skills are indeed better than before." Zhu Gaoyang threw their clothes onto the willow tree next to him, not bothering to use his Qi to dry them. He glanced at him with a smile, "The last time I saw you use your sword on Nan Jin Feng, it was already amazing enough. This time, you are much more solid. Your sword moves are becoming simpler and more plain during the fight. This is a good sign."

"… Really? I didn't pay much attention."

"Because you instinctively know how to use the sword better." Zhu Gaoyang crossed his legs on the shore, "You have entered the Shenjing Sword Training Academy, right? How is your sword training going?"

"Yeah, but I haven't been in the courtyard much in the past six months." Pei Ye said, "It was Miss Ming who wrote the sword ladder for me. I have just finished half of the first step."

"Oh? How many swords do you have in the first stage?"

"...Twenty-four main swords, in addition to these, you must cultivate three times as many inferior swords... That makes seventy-two."

"Junior Sister Ming has high hopes for you!" Zhu Gaoyang was a little surprised. "But you don't have to worry. This is what is called accumulation before release. Also, it doesn't matter if you don't have time to practice in the Sword Academy. There are several years left. I was not in the academy every day back then."

Pei Ye frowned and looked at him: "Why are you calling me Junior Sister? Is your master also a Sword Master?"

"…The Thirty-Three Sword Sects are of the same blood. I am of the same generation as the Glazed Sword Master and a few years older than him. There's nothing wrong with calling me Junior Sister. Why are you in such a hurry?"

Pei Ye was not anxious and pointed out accurately: "I see, when you first met Miss Ming, you wanted to compete with her, but now you feel that you definitely cannot beat Miss Ming, so you start to get close to her."

"..." Zhu Gaoyang smiled and held his head, pushing him into the water.

"Mercy, mercy."

Zhu Gaoyang then let him go, Pei Ye floated up, and smiled: "Seeing that you are constrained by the dragon's heart, and you are tired and injured, I will give you some face."

Zhu Gaoyang paused: “Huh?”

"What are you laughing at?" Pei Ye gathered his black hair, rested his elbow on a rock, and said with a smile, "Brother Zhu, although my current cultivation is far inferior to yours, my attainments in swordplay are probably beyond your reach - do you know the 'sword stance'?"

“Hahahaha, I don’t know.”

"I'll teach you when I get back." Pei Ye said, "I'm probably the only one in the world who knows how to do this."

"Is that the trick you used to defeat Li Zhi?"

"It's not a trick - hey, you sound like an amateur when you talk."

"...Okay, I'll wait for Brother Pei to teach me."

"Okay, okay." Pei Ye jumped up and sat on the shore, took off his clothes and put them on. He picked up the sword and turned it in his hand, then suddenly frowned and looked at the man, "Are you just trying to fool me?"

Zhu Gaoyang looked back at him and smiled.

Pei Ye snorted coldly, his expression was solemn, and he said calmly: "Watch out for this sword."

The wind was still and the moon was moving. The young man's sleeves slowly began to burn. He stared calmly at the shirtless man sitting cross-legged: "I wish you the true teachings. I advise you to draw your sword."

A sword swept past, and the wind, fog, and moonlight were all cut off by a line, and a gap seemed to appear in the space... The divine sword of Suzaku Gate descended here again.

Then Pei Ye failed to place the sword on Zhu Gaoyang's neck as he wished. He stabbed in the air, and the whole person was lifted into the air.

He moved his legs and feet, but couldn't reach the ground. He looked up and saw the man grabbing his clothes by the back and lifting him up like a fluttering rabbit. He smiled and said, "That's enough, stop making trouble."

"..."

"We won't do the same thing tomorrow, or whether there will be a tomorrow is another matter." Zhu Gaoyang said, "Killing people and destroying ships is a high-profile move. The four wind envoys must have locked onto our location... Guess where they are now?"

(End of this chapter)