The Lord who use immortals as food

But it is said that the scholar left the examination room and returned home as fast as an arrow, so he led the donkey out of the city. Unexpectedly, God was not kind to us. Halfway through, there was a thunderbolt and rain fell from the sky.

The rain was either heavy or small, which was fine for the scholar himself, but a box of books was extremely valuable. When he was anxious, he glanced at a small pavilion in front of him. The scholar was overjoyed and quickly led his donkey to take shelter from the rain.

When he arrived at the pavilion, the scholar unloaded the book box from the donkey and placed it in the middle of the pavilion. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to find a seat to sit down.

However, it didn't matter that he turned around, it almost scared him to somersault - there was a person standing quietly outside the pavilion behind him!

No wonder the scholar was surprised. He walked alone all the way. When he bent down to move a book box, this man appeared behind him, as if he had fallen from the sky.

It was a cold spring, but the man was only wearing a thin black shirt, which was soaked by the rain at this time. His posture was upright, like a strong pine tree wrapped in black cloth.

Seeing the scholar turn around, he nodded in greeting, took off his bamboo hat and twisted a handful of wet hair, letting the scholar see his face clearly: thin lips, high nose bridge, thin cheeks, a pair of long and bright eyes embedded under the sword eyebrows, and a pair of long and bright eyes on the left side. A light red pattern the size of a thumb extends out of the corner of the eye.

Different, handsome, smart, proud, calm, cold——

"Wait a minute, why is this paragraph so detailed?" Pei Ye couldn't help but interrupt. He remembered that the writing style of "Qingluan in the Mirror" was very concise, and he only added a few inks in important places.

Zhang Siche looked at him and said, "You say it or should I say it?"

"You speak."

"This is the first appearance of the hero Xi Wuqiu. If I don't go into more details, how can you understand his heroic appearance? Do you know that the hero Xi Wuqiu is capable enough to survive the rain? This is because he is afraid of scaring the scholar. In the rain..."

Pei Ye understood now, it turned out to be a character he liked, and said: "It goes without saying, you can tell it how others write it."

Zhang Siche rolled his eyes and continued: "Anyway, the scholar is frightened by this appearance..."

The scholar and the man were together under the rain shelter. The man was leaning against a pillar with his sword in his hand. He looked cold and aloof. The scholar did not dare to talk and just sat quietly.

Unexpectedly, the man took the initiative to ask him to help him read a small piece of paper, and the scholar quickly took it. There was an ancient text on it, and the wording and word order were very ancient. After reading it several times, the scholar realized that this passage was describing a place.

However, it is still difficult for scholars to understand where it refers. There was only one sentence: "Gui Che goes north" and he easily understood it. The ancient name of Kuiju Mountain on the edge of his town seemed to be "Gui Che Mountain", and "going north" from this mountain was the direction of his town.

But the rest of the sentence had to be solved by looking for a local scholar to read through ancient books and conduct careful research.

The scholar told him honestly, and the man wanted to thank the scholar with a piece of jade, but the scholar refused because he thought it was expensive. Seeing that it was raining non-stop, the two started chatting.

The scholar originally thought that the man was a practitioner who studied martial arts deeply and didn't ask about other people's affairs. However, after talking with him, he couldn't help but be surprised by his erudition.

This man knew everything about literature, calligraphy, music, chess, cooking, wood, stone, architecture, horse recognition, jade, etc., which simply amazed the scholar.

The scholar couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious. Even if he passed the examination, he only had some accomplishments in reading scriptures and writing essays. In comparison, he was just that kind of nerdy scholar.

The man said that he was also an out-and-out roughneck. All this knowledge came from a knowledgeable friend. Later, the friend passed away and left many books and notes. He often read them because he missed his friend.

When the conversation got more interesting, the man took out a pot of wine, and the two chatted while drinking. The scholar revealed the hardships of his life experience, his ambitions, his feelings for the beautiful woman, and his inner worries.

The man listened quietly. He obviously had extraordinary experience. No matter what the scholar said, he could make a few comments in a high-level manner.

In this way, names were exchanged and a friendship was forged. When we parted, the man said that he saw the shadow of his good friend in the scholar, and that he would come to him for a drink and talk after the things were done in two days.

Before he left, a blast of zhenqi came in. The scholar suddenly woke up from the drunkenness and felt refreshed. Looking around, there was no trace of the black clothes.

Zhang Siche stopped talking at this point.

"Continue." Pei Ye still had more to say.

"It's your turn." Zhang Siche looked at the door, where a bloody figure walked in.

Pei Ye raised his head and heard the man in black robe saying in a cold voice: "[Twenty-one] wins, the next group is [Twenty-three] and [Twenty-four]."

A huge shadow stood up from the depths of the stone cellar. He was a strong man about two meters tall. Pei Ye had noticed him before, but now he stood up and revealed his entire body.

Thick skin, wide hands and feet, hard tendons, and large primitive totems tattooed on his body... He walked over and smiled ferociously at Pei Ye, revealing two sharp tiger teeth.

Deserted man.

Pei Ye sighed silently and stood up.

"Listen when you come back." Zhang Siche grinned on his red-scarred face.

…

Pei Ye walked out of the stone cellar and had the opportunity to see the valley for the first time.

Although the night is already dark, the moon is shining brightly tonight and the stars are shining brightly. Under the bright light, the high cliffs on both sides are uneven, with sharp protrusions from time to time.

Since the valley was long but not wide, Pei Ye raised his head and felt as if he was in the mouth of a giant dog.

There were fewer people outside than Pei Ye imagined, and only scattered black robes were occasionally seen. Pei Ye even suspected that there were more people entering the cave than the remaining people.

However, it is reasonable. Firstly, the Zhushi Sect does not have the space to vigorously develop its followers, and secondly, those who enter the grotto - except for themselves and Zhang Siche - do not need to be detained.

But when he turned around the hazy mountain shadow and saw the scene behind him, Pei Ye opened his eyes wide and suspected that he might have thought wrong - maybe there were quite a few people there.

If this valley were a dog's mouth, then the scene in front of me would be that it had been pounded in with a hammer.

The canine teeth shattered and fell off, and the sand and gravel flowed out like a surge of blood.

The Zhushi Sect once set up elevated structures and set up tents here, but now everything has been ruthlessly destroyed by an unknown force, and it can be seen that the center of that force is not these buildings or rocks, they are just incidental.

Going further, a scene that made Pei Ye's heart and lungs stop beating appeared - there was a corpse parked next to the ruins. Even if it was stained by blood, the color of the robe was still so prominent.

It's the purple of the mysterious Youzun.

This scene flashed across his field of vision, and Pei Ye was filled with thoughts. Before he had time to think about what kind of blow this place had suffered, the man in black robe who was leading the way stopped, and a venue appeared in front of him.

Two-person tall blue flames rose up all around, forming a neat circle.

The fire talisman that had been missing for several days was drawn on the ground in the middle of the circle with a blue liquid. It was so huge that it filled the entire venue.

In the sky in the middle of the field, a blue-to-purple light bead floated. The residual blood left from the previous battle was still filtering out from the dust, and then flew into the light bead.

Without greeting, Huang Ren stepped into it first and hooked his hand at Pei Ye. His huge figure was twisted by the flame curtain like a yaksha.