Chapter 11: Child's Dream

In Pei Ye's perception, these eyes had already fallen on him many times.

"Is there anything?" Pei Ye asked.

The youth in front of him was younger than Pei Ye, only fourteen or fifteen years old. His eyebrows were agile, he was wearing a green shirt, and there was sweat on his forehead, clearly having just been pulled out of the martial arts school.

"Brother, did you practice martial arts with Lieutenant Lin before?" The youth said cautiously.

Pei Ye nodded: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Then, then are you surnamed Pei?" The youth's tone suddenly rose by three points.

"Yes, do you recognize me?"

"Brother Pei! It's really you! I remember that when I watched the Mid-Autumn Martial Arts Meet, no one could take ten moves under your hands! I climbed a tree to cheer for you every time!" The youth's face was excited. "I, I am Cheng Feng, you now—"

The youth's voice stalled, his tone dropped a bit, and he said carefully: "Brother Pei, is your injury better?"

Pei Ye was dazed for a moment. During those two years of high spirits, there were indeed several children who had just entered the school who always surrounded him and asked this and that. At this moment, this face also gave him a sense of familiarity.

"Cheng Feng..." Pei Ye's eyes refocused, and he smiled. "Much better. How is your martial arts practice?"

Cheng Feng pursed his lips when he heard this, but still couldn't hide the smile that leaked from the corners of his mouth: "It's okay. Last month, there was a small comparison in the school, and I took first place."

Of course it wouldn't be bad. Being brought here itself was a kind of recognition.

Pei Ye looked surprised: "So amazing?"

Cheng Feng grinned and finally couldn't help but "hehe" twice.

After chatting for a few sentences, they returned to the current situation.

Cheng Feng said worriedly: "Brother Pei, I heard that those people can make people lose their souls, and walk to them by themselves. Is it true?"

Pei Ye nodded: "Yes."

Cheng Feng opened his mouth. This kind of ability was unheard of.

The child next to him inserted crisply: "Then wouldn't it be fine if we were tied up?"

Another child immediately retorted: "Zhang Xiaoyan, are you stupid! If you are tied up, you can't even run."

The first child rolled his eyes: "You are the stupid one! You won't hide."

The second child puffed out his cheeks, wanted to refute but couldn't find a reason, turned his head and said: "Brother Cheng Feng, do you think we can hide?"

Cheng Feng patted their heads and said in a deep voice: "Stop arguing, let's listen to the arrangements of the adults."

"Brother Cheng Feng" clearly had great prestige, and both children nodded obediently.

"That's right, Brother Pei." After being quiet for a while, Cheng Feng frowned and leaned over to whisper: "Why don't you tie us up and hide us?"

Pei Ye said: "Lin Jue rarely goes out and doesn't practice martial arts, but that person went straight to her house and took her away. They have ways to identify people and find positions. Hiding is useless."

"... Oh."

The two stopped talking, and the room was quiet for a while. Once the cover was lost, the real atmosphere was gradually revealed. Cheng Feng immediately regretted stopping the children's arguing. The oppressive anxiety in the room was clearly even harder to bear.

The room was not big, and the cool rain outside was continuous. There was even a feeling of stuffiness in the room. Pei Ye got up, pushed open the two windows, turned his head, and smiled at the teenagers in the room: "Have you learned palm techniques from Master Huang?"

Several people raised their heads at once. Cheng Feng said: "Brother Pei, we have all learned them."

Master Huang was a palm technique instructor in the martial arts school who was extremely popular with the children. Not only was he kind and patient, rarely losing his temper, but he also had a good tongue because he used to tell stories in the prefecture city, often telling a legend that made people's eyes dazzle during breaks.

Growing up on the edge of the deep mountains, the world of Fenghuai children was wonderful and interesting on one hand—hunting in the mountains, playing in the water, and catching rabbits, which could make the children in the school stretch their necks and look out; on the other hand, it was indeed barren. The wonderful civilization achievements of various ethnic groups for thousands of years were difficult to reach. Needless to say, the young masters and young ladies of the Divine Capital, even the children in the prefecture city could mock them as "country bumpkins" without any injustice.

And those stories in Master Huang's mouth opened a window for the children of Fenghuai to appreciate this magical and magnificent world: the mermen of the South Sea, the immortal elders on Jade Emperor Mountain, the chivalrous men on the Crane and Duck Book...

At that time, this was Pei Ye's most fascinating entertainment. Naturally, the new batch of children was no exception. In order not to miss the story, the children neither drank water nor went to the toilet during breaks, and had to wait until they started practicing again before rushing out all at once.

Pei Ye said: "Do you know where the stories Master Huang told came from?"

This was a big mystery that scratched the hearts of every batch of children.

After all, the break time was only so long. Every time they heard the exciting part, it ended. The children were so anxious that they scratched their ears and cheeks, and everyone wanted to find the legendary storybook to read to their heart's content. But no matter how they probed, Master Huang never leaked a word. For this, Pei Ye and his companions often climbed over Master Huang's courtyard wall.

Presumably these teenagers were the same.

A monkey-like teenager stretched his neck and said cautiously: "Brother, do you know?"

The others also cast hopeful eyes.

Pei Ye couldn't help but smile. At this time, he wasn't specifically trying to coax them, but really felt a bit proud in the face of these bright eyes, and said in a leisurely tone: "Since this martial arts school started accepting disciples, I, Pei Ye, am the only one who has cracked this secret."

"Mother!"

Now even the most steady ones couldn't sit still. Everyone moved toward Pei Ye, either actively or unconsciously. His right sleeve was pulled fiercely. Pei Ye lowered his head and met Cheng Feng's agile face that seemed to be shining: "Brother! Brother Pei! Tell me secretly."

Then he was immediately pushed away by the monkey-like teenager: "Cheng Big Butt, do you want your face?!"

Pei Ye smiled: "Cheng Feng, this is indeed your fault. Sharing is better than enjoying alone. How can you eat alone?"

The monkey-like teenager immediately exposed him: "He wants to take it to offer courtesy to Xiu Xiu!"

A visible redness rose from Cheng Feng's thin face. He glared at the teenager, who didn't say a word. The teenager made an ugly face and wasn't afraid of him.

Seeing that Cheng Feng was really a bit ashamed and angry, Pei Ye laughed and skipped this section, entering the main topic: "Actually, there are no storybooks in Master Huang's house at all. All the stories he told, except for those that have long been rotten in the streets, the truly new and exciting ones, are all read from the county government."

"Ah?"

"County government?"

"Magistrate Chang actually writes stories secretly!"

"Not so, not so." Pei Ye shook his head, suddenly frowned, and a sharp pain came from his chest and abdomen. He looked at the wine and medicine placed on the side without a trace, and continued to smile: "Have you heard of the Di Bao (Imperial Gazette)?"

The teenagers were all blank.

Pei Ye smiled even more proudly and told the story in detail. ===== CHAPTER 12 =====