The Lord who use immortals as food

The woman's hair was tied back and her lips were slightly chapped, showing that she lacked rest and grooming. However, her eyes were serious and she handed a set of case files to the young man.

"What's wrong?" Pei Ye asked, "Did you find anything?"

Xie Chuantang was silent: "You look first."

Pei Ye took the case file that was handed over to him. It was a bit more detailed and thick than he expected. He flipped through two pages and raised his head in surprise: "Why is there still the dictation of 'He Changge'? Have we caught this person?" "

Xie Chuantang shook his head: "This part was handed over to Jingzhao Mansion by [Tong Jun]."

"…Hmm."

Pei Ye nodded and looked down carefully.

…

…

Like the Taiping Cao Gang, Fengshuiwu was just a normal Jianghu gang before getting involved in this matter.

In other words, it is much clearer and more natural than Taiping Cao. It's not that someone sent a confidant to gather manpower. As Chen Renzhong said, it was truly born on Bashui, grew up in the house of sailors, and ate the food of traveling around.

He Changge is a real tycoon on the water.

All the heroes who make a living on the Bashui River have twenty-six skills and thirteen trades. No matter high or low, evil or good, no matter which ancestor they worship, when they get to the river, the first thing they remember is "Qijiao". name.

As long as the "Mountain Villa" does not issue new rules, everything on the water will have to follow the rules of He Daxia.

Everyone respects He Daxia's conduct.

He Changge was indeed not a lone visitor from afar like Qiu Tianyu.

His father was the master of the rivers under the city of the previous emperor. He was listed on the list of cranes and was famous throughout the world as the "Snake Cultivator of Four Waters" He Wujian. He Changge grew up by his father's side for the first twenty-four years of his life. He even experienced water transportation during the absurd war. He saw the strange and majestic clouds and waves, and saw generals, princes, and heroes.

Until that night more than twenty years ago, my father disappeared without a trace.

It was a rainy spring night, and the flowers, trees, and soil were all soft and warm, as moist as the bloody sword wound on my father's body.

"I have done something, Chang Ge." His father took off his clothes, lowered his head to deal with the sword wound between his muscles and bones, his voice was as cold as ever, but solemn as never before, "I have to go."

"..."

He Changge stood up in a daze, putting on his sleeping quilt. He was not ready for anything yet. He only subconsciously looked at the blood wound - it was very straight, not deep, and not at a critical point... The next moment he realized with horror. , this sword only needs to be tilted another ten degrees to the left, and it will penetrate the father's heart.

"I won't come back to you for at least ten years, and you don't have to look for me." He Wujian changed his clothes and picked up a sword. "Don't mess with this matter. You will leave Chang'an tomorrow." Let's go to the Yangtze River, go to Dongting... In short, Bashui is not the boundary of Jianghu. "

He Changge raised his head in confusion and caught his first words: "Wha, what, ten years?"

"At least ten years." His father put on his bamboo hat and looked back at him seriously, "After I leave, no one will trouble you. Take your mother with you and leave Chang'an. Wherever there is water, there will always be a share of the He family. Eat.”

His father's pupils were yellow and cold, indeed like a pair of snake eyes, shining a little in the rain on a spring night. From then on, this was He Changge's deepest and last impression of his father.

After his father left, He Changge did not leave Chang'an.

This is the place where he grew up. For more than ten years, he has followed his father to patrol Bashui. Every reed is a memory, and the gulls and herons are all close to him.

He sent his mother to the south, while he stayed under Chang'an City, guarding his inheritance and ambitions, and preparing to face whatever came.

However, as his father said, nothing really came to him, or in other words... no one cared about him at all.

After his father left, there was a huge wave in the city of Chang'an - many people remember the bloodshed, but they are all silent now.

——The queen steals Lin Xue and intends to rebel. Fengchi is in turmoil and nobles are implicated.

He Changge, like all the people in Tianzi City, watched this incident. He heard his father's name and was sure that he would not come back for a long time.

But he didn't expect that this time was not ten years, or even more than twenty years. Until his mother died of illness, he never saw his father again.

He Changge was drifting alone on the Eight Rivers. At this moment, he truly felt how big a dome his father had supported by himself. Now that the pillars and beams have collapsed... everything is no longer what it was back then.

For a moment, Bashui seemed to have nothing to do with him. The Green Forest Gang and the Dockyard Shuihui were all occupying the top of the mountain. The foundation left by his father was carved up and eroded away in a few years. A twenty-four-year-old young man has to start from scratch.

So He Changge started from scratch.

He built the first shipyard on the Feng River and recruited the first batch of trustworthy brothers. At that time, they had nothing but a ship, martial arts skills and great ambition.

At that time, he thought, this must be how his father started.

Then, after seven years of ups and downs, the brothers gathered and dispersed, and the flag of "Fengshuiwu" was finally planted on the Eight Rivers, opening up the west and east of the Yellow River. That was when they headed south for the first time.

Driving the ship to the ends of the earth is a very exciting thing compared to wandering around the Eight Rivers and going up and down the Yellow River. When this was announced, the entire dockyard shouted the name of Master He.

He Changge's sighs are recorded here, and the ink on the paper is somewhat dry.

"He Renzhong's first time sailing was on the 'Southern Jinfeng'. At that time, we spent all our money to save such a large ship that could travel from north to south. Everyone had nothing in their pockets, but we were so famous on the entire Fengshui River. ”

In a flash, fifteen years have passed.

From then on, Fengshui dock prospered day by day, and no ship going south was better than them. Their reputation among boatmen and water gangs was always second to none. [Qijiao] He Changge's reputation gradually grew, and he was already one of the few in Bashui. One of several names.

The Taiping Cao Gang was Qiu Tianyu's tool, but Fengshuiwu was not He Changge's stepping stone.

Pei Ye could clearly see that this was indeed the foundation he had devoted his efforts to. They had traveled north and south on the "Southern Golden Wind" for fifteen years, and Pei Ye suddenly understood Chen Renzhong's silent eyes.

So...why?

Since it is a career that has been promised for half a life, and it has been more than 20 years since the brothers gathered together, why did you light the flames of Yangjiadu by yourself? Wouldn't it be burning the integrity and foundation of Fengshuiwu to the bottom?

"Because of a short note." Xie Chuantang said.

"What?"

Xie Chuantang pulled out a small piece of paper and handed it to him.

"More than ten days ago, a short piece of paper was delivered to Fengshuiwu. It was blank and unsigned. It was made of the best plum green paper in Jiangnan."

"..." Pei Ye slowly took it.

Looking down, he saw a very brief sentence and a very careless tone.

[When someone sees you, turn around and kill him. His death will be more useful. 】

"..."

It was when "Southern Golden Wind" successfully returned from his first trip south, when Fengshuiwu had really become the largest mountain on Fengshui River, a letter was handed to his desk. Only then did He Changge understand his father's words, "In short, Bashui is not the boundary of the rivers and lakes."

The world you thought you could roam freely turned out to be just a pond in someone's backyard.

"The quality of the ink is very good. It matches the saying of 'rich skin, smooth texture, and glossy as lacquer.' It is the 'Xi Mo' from Hebei Province." Xie Chuantang sat on the stone bench, picked up some tea and moistened his chapped lips. "This kind of ink is not too difficult to buy, but an ink as big as a baby's fist is worth a hundred taels of silver, and one with this quality is often more than three hundred taels."

"The pen mark was tilted first and then heavier. The person must have been lying down when writing. He did not sit up and took out the paper and pen to write." Pei Ye frowned: "The pen and paper should be on the table, how can they be placed where they are lying down?" Get it casually?”

"Someone brought me a tray."

"Well..."

Xie Chuantang was silent for a moment: "But what I really want to tell you is the fragrance on the paper."

"Scent?" Pei Ye was slightly startled.

"Smell it."

Pei Ye put the paper close to his nose and examined it carefully... Soon he raised his eyebrows slightly, and sure enough, in addition to the fragrance of ink and paper, there was also a third, faint fragrance.

"What is this...?" Pei Ye also smelled some aromas after leaving Fenghuai. In addition to the common three or two types, there were also the unique fragrances that he smelled in Xu Chuo's small building and carriage. However, even if he added The medicinal smoke in Taishan Medical Building could not contain this aroma.

But...it seems a little familiar.

"It is not a single spice, it is a compound formula." Xie Chuantang whispered, "The most obvious one is borneol, and the only one that still has a fragrance after ten years is the one contributed by Jiaozhi. This kind of fragrance It is not something that ordinary people can buy. Those who can use it must be relatives of the emperor and officials of the imperial court, and they must be above the third grade."

"But it's also...not just dragon brain."

"Yes, there are also saffron, snow lotus, musk, Tibetan clove, clove, borneol, sandalwood, agarwood..." Xie Chuantang said, "Maybe gold, silver and nectar pills are added to it."

Pei Ye was stunned.

"This recipe is called [Tibetan Incense]." Xie Chuantang looked at him, "I often visit several major Buddhist temples in Shenjing these days... This is used to make offerings to Buddha."

"..."

Pei Ye knew what she was talking about in an instant.

The black Buddhist-painted chariot that appeared in the alley was an ambiguous clue that didn't even occupy half a page of the file. Maybe many people have forgotten it, but she has always engraved it in her mind.

Xie Chuantang looked at him with cold and bright eyes, and said softly: "He Changge said that before they sent news to this noble man, they always sent it to Huan Lou."

Pei Ye nodded slowly.

…

…

When it was getting dark, Pei Ye had already washed his hair and changed his clothes.

He carefully brought everything he could, including his cat and jade tiger. At this time, Yang Zhenbing was sitting at the stone table having dinner, while Yan Feiqing was still sitting on the recliner with a book, but the chair was covered with a leather cover.

"The popularity will fade away in fifteen days." Yan Feiqing said quietly that day, "What day is today?"

Pei Ye had nothing to say to such a pretentious man. He could only discuss with Yang Zhenbing in private whether he had neither pooped or peed nor picked his nose since he was a child.

Cui Zhaoye arrived half an hour earlier than promised, and there was no Sun Jue today. Pei Ye opened the curtain and got into the car. The car was packed very neatly. There was a stack of sword books laid flat on the table, and fresh incense was burning next to it. Cui Zhaoye Ye Zheng sat opposite him elegantly.

Pei Ye had long seen that this girl was beautiful, and today she was even more dressed up like a fairy. Especially after she picked up the manners raised by a noble family, she felt quite out of the ordinary world, which made Pei Ye embarrassed to look at her calmly. , afraid of appearing to be staring at her beauty.

People have long said that the Cui family of Qinghe is the first surname under the emperor Li. I think that even in the fantasy building in the future, this girl's status is noble enough.

"Young Master Pei." Cui Zhaoye rolled up his sleeves and gently poured him a cup of tea, "I have been thinking about the practice of [Sword Status] again in the past two days and wrote a small booklet. I will give it to you when I come out of the fantasy building. you."

"Ah, good, hard work."

Cui Zhaoye obviously knew that his mind was not on the sword at this time, and said seriously: "I made some inquiries, and I heard that there are many amazing names among the people who came to the Huanlou Banquet this time, and it was much more lively than before. "

"What's amazing?"

"Hmm..." Cui Zhaoye tilted his head slightly and thought, "For example, someone like 'Yan Feiqing', 'Li Mingqiu', or... someone like 'Xu Chuo'."

"Hmm!" Pei Ye raised his head slightly, "So, this fantasy building is not only open to relatives of high-ranking officials, but also celebrities from the world of martial arts and literary circles. Can we also enter?"

"Of course." Cui Zhaoye nodded and suddenly said, "Although Pei Shaoxia has been in the capital for more than a month, he has been busy with cases and books and swords. It seems that he has not had any contact with the celebrities in the capital."

"..." Pei Ye was slightly startled. It was true as the girl said. Although he entered the Shenjing, he was always busy with his own affairs, fighting with the gangs at the bottom, studying and practicing swordsmanship in the small courtyard. Those so-called Shenjing Yulong, in fact, he has never really been exposed to the prosperous side of this big city where the world's heroes gather.

Cui Zhaoye smiled: "People say that half of the people in Shenjing are in Huanlou. Although it is a bit exaggerated, Pei Shaoxia can at least go and take a look tonight."

Pei Ye nodded slowly.

It was a nice day tonight, the night was like a piece of delicate cloth, the stars were very dense and clear, and the night flowed past the car window, and Pei Ye realized that the carriage made almost no sound when it was running.

"Then..." Pei Ye hesitated for a moment, feeling a little guilty, "Miss Cui, let me ask you a question."

"Ah, Mr. Pei, please tell me."

"Then, Master Xu... why can't you go to the Fantasy Building?"

"..."

There was a moment of silence, Cui Zhaoye looked at him and blinked.

Pei Ye rubbed his hands.

Cui Zhaoye finally couldn't help covering his mouth and laughing. Pei Ye touched his nose and said "haha" twice.

"If Mr. Pei wants to know about Mr. Xu, he has to ask her himself." Cui Zhaoye smiled, "If you try it from me... I am willing to tell Mr. Pei, but if Mr. Xu is blamed, Mr. Pei will have to protect me. That’s it.”

"You have such a high status, are you afraid of her?" Pei Ye was surprised.

"Hmm..." Cui Zhaoye said nothing, and slowly moved forward, staring at his face seriously.

Pei Ye retreated subconsciously: "...What, what?"

Cui Zhaoye sighed softly: "That's all. I think Pei Shaoxia still can't fight her at a distance now. The little girl should be wise and protect herself first."

She clasped her hands together: "But Zhaoye will always be waiting for you, Master. When you can accept me as a book boy by your side, I will help you find a way to deal with her!"

"...What a mess."

"Pei Shaoxia, do you know what kind of animal you look like in my eyes now?" Cui Zhaoye looked at him.

Pei Ye was at a loss, frowned and hesitated: "...The Dragon of the Abyss?"

"It's a rabbit in a cage." The girl sighed, with some regret in her eyes, "But Teruya will work hard to protect you!"

"...?"