The Lord who use immortals as food

Pei Ye was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand again. It was not an illusion. He was really controlling this body. The cold wind poured in from the doorway, making the cold hairs on his skin sway.

Pei Ye wrapped up his clothes and felt his mouth and nose suffocated as soon as he went out. He didn't know how Yang Yan adjusted his breathing just now. In short, at this time, he could only use his true energy to stay calm.

As far as the eye can see, the entire lake and mountain realm is already bleak.

Not the night, but the silent gray, with no lights, no leaves shaking, and no color. Just like a painting, they have once again become dead "scenes" without the flow of time.

Except where this body is.

With a radius of about four to five feet as the center, the world came to life again, the remaining snow on the rocks was lit up again, and the wind hit the cheeks powerfully.

He looked down and roughly understood that this was the truly inimitable handwriting of the "Zhaoyou" device. After everything was quiet, it allowed the owner to freely walk through the past world, just like checking his own home. study room.

Pei Ye stood still for a while, then lifted his legs and headed back up the mountain.

Came back to the main hall just now.

He pushed the door straight in and saw only a cold darkness. At this time, there was really no one here. Lonely footsteps echoed. Pei Ye came to the back of the hall. The huge iron lock had disappeared. The door had obviously been opened. After checking it, a small palm-sized lock was hung on it for storage.

Pei Ye used his true energy to break the chains and pushed open the door.

All gray.

It was as if the chaos in the dream had descended on this reality. There was no real thing or scene behind the door, just a lump of mist-like things with no visible edges and no shape.

Pei Ye tried to step in, but the "real field" of four to five feet around him dissolved in it, and the body was stopped here, as if this was the limit it could reach.

Pei Ye stepped back and looked at it quietly, thinking about it when the chirping of birds suddenly sounded in his ears.

The cold but much gentler morning breeze hit his face, and Pei Ye came back to his senses in a daze. The bright skylight was shining down, and the pupils of the jade pendant in his hand were already closed.

The night has passed and a new day has begun.

"You've been in there for a long time, so I told Master Mingjian that he didn't supply any more Qi." Black Cat said, "Did you find anything?"

Pei Ye took a deep breath and rubbed his stiff cheeks. He had not slept all night, and his whole body was a little sluggish: "Let's talk on the way."

We set off on horseback, stopped for a meal in the town ahead, and then continued south. This was the route we had set yesterday. We passed through Xiangzhou along this route. Before sunset today, we could see the shadow of the "Da Kongtong" mountain.

".So, it should be about 'people' as the core to record the past." Black Cat said, "It is impossible to record everything that has happened in such a vast area for thousands of years into such a pendant. There is no need to record repetitive information such as butterflies emerging from cocoons and trees falling leaves. However, choosing to use humans as a mirror solves the two problems of 'feasible' and 'useful' at the same time.

"In other words, it did not imprint the valley, but actually recorded the experiences of the people on this land, and then pieced it together into this world based on what countless people saw, heard and felt. So when it wants to take everything When presented to you, it also needs to be decoded by a person who once existed."

Pei Ye thought that as 'Yang Yan' walked, the dead world came to life, and slowly nodded: "So 'Yang Yan' can't enter that door because"

"Because he has never been there." Black Cat said softly.

"Then...someone must have been there."

The black cat looked at him, and the boy spit out a name: "Meng Li."

He had gradually understood the mechanism of the magic pendant in his hand - he could see the paper corner under the Buddha statue because it had indeed appeared in Yang Yan's field of vision, and he could really take it out. There are real writings on it because Meng Li's experience was also recorded in a complete and accurate way.

"I want to see what Meng Li did during that time." Pei Ye said softly.

During this experience, Yang Yan was like a child with blind eyes, ignoring all the clues in front of him. Earlier, Meng Li and Qu Zhoufu were preparing for the black cloud that was about to overwhelm the city. The young man's slow nerves blinded him from everything that was wrong, so when the disaster really came, he could only face the final scene at a loss.

"But we should only meet him once." Black Cat said.

——In the rainy night, the swordsman with flying arms was cast in the air. The third style of "Snow Collapse", the sword intention in the darkness was dazzling, like lighting a high mountain as a snow candle.

And to open a tributary, you have to get to know the people in it.

"I can see him many times inside." Pei Ye gently stroked the white pendant in his hand.

Black Cat was startled, then understood the true use of this artifact.

——As long as you are in this candlelight domain, no matter where your secret is hidden, the owner can dig it out from the shallowest level.

Even if he has never seen that person, even if he has never set foot in this place.

"I will know everything that 'Yang Yan' can know first, after 'getting to know' Meng Li."

"You can open his 'tributary'."

"No, I don't want to waste that time." Pei Ye said softly, "Let's go straight to that night. Through his experience, we can see what is on the top of the mountain."

The crossing horse flies by.

The day's journey passed quickly. When a huge dark shadow came over the sky, the setting sun on the right began to sink below the horizon.

Pei Ye, who had been thinking silently all the way, came to his senses and reined in his horse at the foot of the mountain: "Miss Ming, should we rush there at night, or should we stop for the night?"

"According to your."

"Stop." Black Cat said softly at this time, "Hurry is also a mistake."

It looked at the young man when it said this. Pei Ye stood on the horse and looked at it for a while, nodded and dismounted and started to clean up the camp.

In order to be direct and short, Pei Ye did not consider passing through villages and towns when he outlined the route. At this time, there was nowhere to rely on, but in fact the only thing they needed to supply was the horse.

After looking for water in the grassland, Pei Ye finished drinking and returned with a prepared rabbit. He lit a bonfire and roasted it. Ming Qitian still hardly ate and didn't even bother with the fireworks set off by the young man. After taking a meal pill, she leaned under a tall tung tree and quietly flipped through a sword book.

Pei Ye cleaned up the traces and walked over with the ancient book. When he saw the woman's eyebrows and serious expressions, she was writing annotations on the page, so he quietly sat down aside and waited quietly without saying a word.

About a quarter of an hour later, Ming Qitian put down her pen, a chapter ended, and she flipped through half of the booklet in her hand.

The name of the new chapter was revealed, and Pei Ye turned his head to look, "Song of the Sword of the Mist: Speak of the Mist."

"Is this swordsmanship, Miss Ming?" Pei Ye then remembered that she had been flipping through this booklet all day long.

Regarding matters related to the Huansilou series, the woman did her best to answer all questions, but she was not actively interested in the truth behind the fog. Pei Ye and Black Cat kept talking in a low voice along the way, and she kept quiet on the side Holding the book in hand and reading it.

"Kongtong's swordsmanship." Ming Qitian nodded, "When I went to ask about swordsmanship two days ago, there was a disciple who made this sword very good. I promised to help him make an annotation and return it the next day. But that night I went back to Bowang first and it was stuck in my hands. Fortunately, I had time to make up for it tonight."

Hezhu tilted his head and said, "Let me tell you about the book "The Immortal in the Earth" first."

"Don't worry, Miss Ming. It doesn't matter whether I am early or late. You can approve this one with a deadline first." Pei Ye shook his head, "I happened to find something in Pei Zhong, I will go and take a look."

"That's fine. I'll finish it in about two hours. If you don't take a rest at that time, we'll talk about this Intention Sword again."

"good."

Came to the cold environment again.

It was still night before dawn, and Pei Ye walked down the mountain and came to Meng Li's yard.

Pei Ye didn't expect the mess here to be traces of someone having rummaged through it extensively. From the outside to the inside, nothing was still the same. Pei Ye came to the table and the blue book could no longer be seen.

Looking back into the room, the bookshelf collapsed and the books were in a mess. Next to it was a large iron basin filled with paper embers.

Pei Ye thought for a while and moved forward in time.

Everything in front of him suddenly flashed back, the figures were scattered, the puppeteers, disciples, and elders of the master's sect appeared and then left one after another, and then the scene came to the evening of the last day. Nothing has happened yet. This small courtyard is neat and peaceful, just like it was when Yang Yan came in with a knife for the first time.

Meng Li squatted in front of the brazier and threw in the books he had pulled from the bookshelf. The firelight reflected his silent face.

He burned it himself.

Pei Ye stopped at this moment and turned around to look. The blue book was still sitting there on the table.

Pei Ye walked to the table and opened it gently.

A large number of excerpted sentences were mixed with many obscure and unfamiliar nouns. The man used his own thinking to put them together - a description, and then the following pages were all explanations or extensions of this description.

Pei Ye has actually seen this method. In the book related to Huang Jade, the ancestors of Jade Feishan listed the most difficult paragraphs into chapters like this, which was called "Collected Commentary of [Wash the Bronze Shadow of the Tree]" All sorts.

In this "Collected Commentary", the man is also trying hard to understand something.

Pei Ye slowly turned over the pages page by page. It was the formation path.

Pei Ye frowned, stopped his fingers, held down the book, and looked back again - he had to find the beginning where everything had not happened yet.

The book slowly returned to newness, with fewer and fewer used pages, and finally returned to the time when it was first taken out.

It was still this small courtyard, and the cold wind outside disappeared. Pei Ye turned around and saw that the sunset was setting, and a few light and beautiful mountain flowers were slowly swaying outside the window.

Meng Li's face was terrifyingly gloomy.

He fiddled with it messily from the bookshelf, and finally pulled out this relatively blank book. He tore off the used paper on the first few pages and copied a large portion of the book he brought from the library.

Pei Ye glanced at the title of the article, which was "Array Theory·Ancient Formation·Zhou".

Pei Ye was silent for a while. This time he looked back again, focusing on the man in front of him. This time, he finally saw the beginning.

One night.

This should be the time when nothing really happened. In front of the dark and deserted mountain pass, a figure sneakily walked over from inside, quietly opened the mountain door a crack, and waited anxiously.

Yang Yan.

After a while, a vigorous figure swept in from the outside. Yang Yan closed the mountain door in surprise. Meng Li stood still, gasping for breath and opened his arms, revealing a tightly wrapped package.

"Fossils are scattered! With this, we can open the cave within two days." The young man's bent eyes glowed brightly in the night.

The cave is an artificially sealed cave on the cliff.

Pei Ye followed their footsteps and came here, at the other end of the high forest, the most secluded place in the valley.

It seems that it was the traces of its sealing twenty or thirty years ago that caught the attention of two young people. They sealed it very firmly, so Meng Li, who was accustomed to wandering out of the valley, got the fossil powder.

Pei Ye stretched the time to three nights later, and there was indeed a hole in front of him that could be crawled through.

Yang Yan's body was able to move with ease, and Pei Ye got into it. It was not a monster secret realm, just a huge pile of debris.

The tables, chairs, bed cabinets, and broken wooden beams were all dusty and messy. No one except energetic young people liked to come here.

The two junior brothers really excitedly regarded this place as a secret treasure house. Pei Ye watched them appear here day by day. The junior brother ran around digging for new things. The ruins gradually became organized in the hands of the senior brother.

This turned out to be really a "treasure house", and they always found some amazing things - specious magic weapons such as the "Knife Wire" were found here again and again.

Until one day I was almost caught by the master.

Fortunately, the junior brother was not here at this time, and the senior brother became more agile and calm on his own.

"Did you just jump off the cliff?"

"No. It's on the tree."

"What are you doing up in the tree?"

"I practice a palm technique. The higher you come down, the more powerful it will be." Meng Li's expression did not change.

"My palm skills are getting better and better at pulling the crap out of you."

Meng Li jumped up, high-fived his hands, and the fallen leaves bloomed into a lotus.

He really knows how to do it.

Standing aside, Pei Ye could feel the joy of the man in this scene. In fact, he didn't feel that he had to hide this from his master, but he was really happy to be able to block his mouth like this.

"Master, when you are older, you should stop wandering around all the time. Be careful of the cold." Meng Li said with a smile.

"Walking around in the valley is called wandering around? You haven't become a master yet, and you want to hide your master in the snow?" Qu Zhoufu glanced at him, "You are the one, stop wandering around every day, you have learned all the bullshit Martial arts—and this place, don’t get too old if you have nothing to do.”

Meng Li smiled: "I will be born eight years ago. If you should pass on the throne, pass it on as soon as possible. After so many years, I can't even rise to the level of Xuanmen. I still say that I was a little genius when I was young."

"." Qu Zhoufu glanced at him, but rarely made a move, "No need to be anxious, it will be passed as soon as it is time to pass it on. No one has decided yet."

".Can you still pass it on to Yang Yan?" 'Yang Yan' was watching expressionlessly from the side, and Meng Li couldn't help but laugh rudely.

Qu Zhoufu turned around and left. Meng Li calmly acted like he was about to jump up to the treetop again, but there was no sound of jumping up. Pei Ye looked away from the old man's frail back and heard the man next to him. He murmured: "Master is indeed aging too fast. Is he suffering from some disease?"

Pei Ye looked at the man, his silent and handsome face showing some worry.

Of course, he didn't really practice the palm technique anymore. The old man's back disappeared, and the man got back through the hidden hole. Pei Ye stood here and ticked the clock - if there would be any changes from the inside of this peaceful valley that had been there for decades, it would probably only be the cave that Qu Zhoufu was vigilant and his brothers had sneaked into.

People came and went, the two of them laughed and laughed, but Pei Ye stood motionless in the corner until thirteen days later.

Pei Ye saw Meng Li's stiff figure.

He was sorting out the books and papers among these miscellaneous things. The most interesting parts had basically been sorted out. Junior brother didn't like these words very much. Meng Li often came here these days to sort them by himself.

Many times he would take a look at the above content, and gradually a question began to linger in his mind - these small magic tools that amazed him just by picking them up, these pen and ink with unique insights and talents. Whose hand did this entire pile of debris come from?

Now there is a new book in the collection, and a note lies across his face.

Pei Ye pressed pause and walked behind him.

Under the light of a small candle, this slightly damp piece of paper could still make out the sharp handwriting that he had seen many times.

"Qu Zhoufu, Master's life is premature and his Xuanmen is blocked, just because every fifteen days, the star insect has to eat his breath! Tomorrow will be Bailu. If you don't believe it, just give him a try and see what he does. Eight lives, I can’t handle your seventh life!"

——"Our direct descendants from Hushan are the food for fucking bugs!"