Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 771 This is a Humble Abode
"Because when the various sects held their sword-fighting competition, Zhang Jingbi from Kongtong Sect came forward, along with Kong Lanting and Guan Qianyan. Miss Ming should still remember them."

Two girls at the next table continued their enthusiastic critique of "Pei Ye," while Pei Ye, head down, picked at beans: "Then I think they're all very nice people. Yun Lang asked the senior forbidding others from practicing swordplay with Zhang Jingbi... I don't think this forbidding is a big deal. Kongtong itself was ineffective in governing the sect and almost harmed you, Miss Ming. I was also very angry... But at that time, Zhang Jingbi was already standing on the pond."

“He has a kind heart and a pitiful background. His father died because of his benevolence and chivalry… I felt he shouldn’t have been subjected to such silent scorn.” Pei Ye paused for a moment and said, “So I went up and performed a swordplay with him. Afterwards, I asked the senior to punish me according to his orders, and I accepted it wholeheartedly.”

After saying that, he glanced at the woman opposite him, then lowered his head and rubbed the teacup in front of him.

"So that's it."

“…Hmm.” Although Pei Ye thought to himself and told others that Yun Lang was Yun Lang and Miss Ming was Miss Ming, he still felt a little embarrassed when they were actually face to face. He explained in a low voice, “Miss Ming, I was not arrogant or rude…that was all slander against me.”

"Yes, you have always been very humble and polite, so it must be a misunderstanding."

Pei Ye blushed and said, "No, there isn't any..."

Ming Qitian pondered for a moment: "Does the capital still have sword banquets with so many people?"

Pei Ye was taken aback: "Early April...maybe, what's wrong, Miss Ming?"

"Whose sword banquet is it? I'll tell them for you then. Yun Lang hasn't shown you any 'attitude' towards you," Ming Qitian said earnestly.

The woman was clearly pondering the girl's words, "Every word and action of a major sect like Yunlang has profound meaning," and probably genuinely felt that the young man was being ostracized in the capital because of Yunlang.

"No, no, no, please don't need to, Miss Ming." Pei Ye quickly said, "It's nothing, I don't care at all. As long as, as long as Miss Ming doesn't get angry with me, that's enough."

"Why would I be angry with you?"

"……hey-hey."

“I’m sorry I didn’t give you more instructions about things in the mountains,” Ming Qitian said. “Because Yunlang Mountain is probably quite different from the mountain gates you’re used to. There aren’t many positions on the mountain, no peaks or veins, just individuals. People don’t see each other often, everyone has their own things to do.”

Pei Ye was slightly taken aback: "They're all one by one? What about their lineage?"

“Yun Lang’s swordsmanship is all stored together, and people can study it on their own. Very few people need to be taught to learn it,” Ming Qitian said. “When the seniors take on disciples, they go down the mountain to travel and find them themselves. They usually only take one disciple and teach him themselves. Therefore, I say that there is no such thing as Yun Lang’s ‘attitude’.”

"So that's how it is." Pei Ye said with some curiosity, "I really want to go up and take a look—uh, wait, let's talk about it when we have the chance."

"I inquired about your lifespan, senior. It is estimated that you have about thirty-five more years to live," Ming Qitian said.

"Ah." Pei Ye was stunned.

"..."

"..."

"Miss Ming, you've said something utterly outrageous!" Pei Ye whispered, glaring at him.

Ming Qitian smiled slightly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. For a moment, Pei Ye seemed to see again the girl on Shenren Peak who had tricked him into reciting poetry.

She smiled faintly and said, "Since you don't care, and I don't care either, then let's skip this."

"It's been omitted."

Pei Ye had never thought about how to get along with Miss Ming, and he had never gotten along with many people before.

But as he gained more and more life-and-death friendships and deepened his relationships with others, he realized that the most precious and peaceful aspect of being with a woman was simply this phrase: "Since you don't care, I don't care either."

These two "don't care" attitudes alone can eliminate countless conflicts and noises in the world, creating a relaxed and quiet world where two people can sit together and only care about their own affairs.

Ming Qitian leaned on his chin and looked out at the street scene. Pedestrians were coming and going, and shouts were constant. He probably rarely saw such a lively scene. There were probably few cities in the world as prosperous as Shenjing.

Just then, the steamed buns were served, and Pei Ye took a small plate and put one of each type on the woman's plate.

“If Miss Ming doesn’t like this noise, let’s finish eating and leave quickly,” Pei Ye said.

Ming Qitian thought for a moment and said, "No. I feel a bit warm, and it's quite novel."

“I like places with more people… but not always, it’s about half and half.” Pei Ye chewed on a steaming bun. “But actually, I’ve noticed, Miss Ming—places that are excessively crowded actually have a similar atmosphere to deserted places. You can be alone and quiet. Like what Tao Qian said, um… building houses in the bustling city.” “Is that so? That’s quite interesting.” Ming Qitian said, “However, using ‘I built my hut in the midst of people, yet there is no noise of carriages and horses’ is not quite appropriate, that’s about a state of mind. What you’re referring to is Wang Kangju’s ‘Anti-Hermit Poem’ from the Jin Dynasty, ‘The lesser hermit hides in the hills and marshes, the greater hermit hides in the city.’”

"Really? I've never heard of this person... but I suppose that's who it is." Pei Ye smiled sheepishly.

“You’ve made great progress now that you know Tao Qian,” Ming Qitian said, glancing up at him with a clear gaze. “Eight months ago, you didn’t know many characters.”

“…Miss Ming.”

"Feel sorry."

Pei Ye thought for a moment, then boasted, "I actually knew about Tao Qian a long time ago, not later. He was a powerful figure in the Xuzhou area, but was later defeated by Cao Cao. It was only after he entered the capital that I learned he also wrote poetry, and that his poems had a rather hermit-like style."

Ming Qitian blinked.

Pei Ye looked at her clean plate: "Miss Ming, are the steamed buns delicious? Would you like a few more?"

"It's delicious. I don't need any more, you can have it."

"it is good."

Pei Ye quickly cleared the food off the table and looked up to ask, "Miss Ming, do you have a place to stay?"

“Yun Lang should have some accommodations in the capital.”

"should?"

"Yes, I remember there was. But it's been three years, I wonder what it's like now."

Pei Ye was a little curious, wondering what else could it be, and said, "Then let's go and take a look. I just caught the carriage, let's help Miss Ming settle down first."

"it is good."

The two tidied up and went downstairs, returning to the pond to get into their carriage and ride away. Following the woman's directions, Pei Ye arrived at an unfamiliar street and saw the small courtyard the woman had mentioned.

At this moment, Pei Ye understood what the woman meant by "should".

He sat on the carriage shaft and looked around. The small courtyard was by no means simple when it was built. Although it was not large, it was obviously unique and exquisite.

However, by then everything was dirty and broken.

A withered pond and crumbling willows, broken eaves and broken tiles.

The house had been uninhabited for a long time, and like a wheel stuck, it became sluggish, eventually infested with insects and rotted away. Ming Qitian's words were true; Yunlang Mountain indeed did not have many official positions, at least not a separate "Shenjing Garrison Protectorate." It had been neglected for who knows how long, with things falling apart and clearly uninhabitable.

Pei Ye was stunned, but Ming Qitian behind him remained calm, lifting the curtain and saying, "It seems alright, a little cleaning will make it habitable."

“How can we live here—of course, Miss Ming, you are untouched by worldly dust…” Pei Ye frowned and pursed her lips, “but it still needs to be renovated.”

Ming Qitian turned around, her tone calm: "Shall we make some repairs?"

Of course, she didn't know how to build houses. She usually slept outdoors, in trees, on grass, in a lone boat, on a big rock, etc., and often she didn't sleep at all.

Of course, houses in the city have more than just the attribute of "bedroom".

Pei Ye frowned and thought for a while, then raised his hand and said, "Ah, I've got it."

Ming Qitian looked at him.

"Miss Ming, please wait while I ask her."

Pei Ye opened Zhiyi and sent a message: "Are you there?"

(End of this chapter)