Chapter 133: Getting Along

Pei Ye wanted to share this emotion with the little cat, but after looking at its quiet cultivation appearance, he gave up this plan.

He knew it wouldn't blame him for disturbing it, and it must be able to understand his mood, but it wouldn't be able to empathize.

The black cat was not without emotions, but most of the time it was as calm and rational as ice water, moving forward toward its grand goal without stopping for a moment. The sentence "Even if I bury the entire Bowang Prefecture" was still in his ears. The black cat's perspective was always high enough, which was a necessary quality when facing the Immortal Lord, but it was not very beautiful as a friend.

Especially as a friend of a vulgar person like him with short-sightedness.

Perhaps in the days to come, the emotions of the two would resonate on more points than just "destroying the Immortal Lord," but now he still didn't want to disturb it.

However.

Does he really have anyone he can disturb at will now?

This sudden thought made the youth stunned for a long time.

Master Huang and Uncle Chang were intimate elders who appreciated, cared for, and loved him.

Brother Zhu was a sincere teacher and friend. Being with him was very comfortable. It was hard to think of his unattainable status, and he was very reliable. You could safely take him as the backbone.

Miss Ming... It was hard for him to have the cheek to say that he had any deep friendship with Miss Ming, but she was indeed the kind of person you could safely entrust with life and death even after meeting once.

He trusted each of them enough, but none of them was that kind of "at will" feeling.

The youth thought blankly for a while, until he felt that he seemed to have become that kind of quite annoying sentimental person, and then he flicked his hand and threw these thoughts out of his head.

He simply slid off the bed, padded the oil lamp high, and called the waiter to get some pen, ink, and paper to use.

It actually cost twelve wen.

He lay on the bed and started writing letters to these relatives and friends.

Pei Ye knew very early on that many children had the qualification to be self-pitying, because there would always be people to carefully and considerately care for their subtle thoughts.

But he was different. He followed the communication rules of adults. Every relationship needs maintenance. If you don't want to lose this friendship, you can't wait for people to keep approaching you.

Of course, you can also lean in the corner and complain that you have no friends, and then you really have no friends.

Pei Ye dipped his fine brush in ink and began to write stroke by stroke on the paper.

The first one was sent back to Fenghuai.

First, inform the two elders that he had settled down in the prefecture city, the training in the Dragon Gate class was going smoothly, and the masters were very capable.

The classmates were also very friendly.

He defeated a Fourth Life sword cultivator from Zheng Shou County in the small competition. Please ask Master Huang to estimate how many rounds he could fight.

How is Uncle Chang's health? Many medicines that Fenghuai doesn't have can be bought here. If he needs anything, he can mail it back.

In addition, he had secretly known the rewards for the Wu Bi, and could get a lot of silver. The silver for everyone to come to the prefecture city to watch the Wu Bi didn't need to be shared by Master Huang.

Send the reply to the Tongyuan Inn.

After writing this letter, Pei Ye remembered that he should make time to go to Bai Sibing to express his gratitude.

Looking at the next piece of white paper, Pei Ye thought for a while. It had only been a few days since he parted with Zhu Gaoyang. He was likely still on the road, and there was nothing to say.

On the contrary, he could send a letter to Miss Ming. First, she entrusted the "sick sword" Heart-Slicing Glaze to him. Now that ten days had passed, he had to give an account; second, they needed to exchange progress and agree on the time and place of the meeting.

Including the time for the messenger to come and go, there might be at most one or two replies before the Wu Bi.

"Miss Ming, hello.

It's been a few days, I don't know where you have arrived—"

Pei Ye wrote this sentence, and his eyebrows frowned slightly.

Fenghuai has Master Huang, who can decipher his handwriting, but Miss Ming... seems to have not seen the words he wrote.

So he picked up the paper and pen, put on his shoes, and went out and downstairs with a "clatter, clatter, clatter."

In the quiet lobby, the counter was indeed still burning with a cluster of orange-yellow candlelight.

Pei Ye walked over and placed the paper in front of the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper looked up—it was this kid again.

"What for?"

"Can you please write a letter for me?" Pei Ye folded his arms and put them on the counter.

The shopkeeper pushed aside the two books in front of him and took the paper and pen: "Two wen."

"This paper and ink were bought here for twelve wen, and you still want to charge money?"

"Twelve wen?" The shopkeeper frowned and looked up, "Isn't it ten wen?"

"..."

"Damn it!" The shopkeeper slapped the table and was about to go out.

Pei Ye hurriedly pulled him back: "Write for me first, write for me first. After that, you can go to the waiter to ask for those two wen."

The shopkeeper sat down angrily: "Damn it! Opening a small shop in my hall! —What to write?"

"I'll recite it."

"Hmm."

"Miss Ming, hello,"

"..."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Generally speaking, people who ask for writing letters tell me what to write, and I will then arrange the words. Coming to you, it's really just 'writing for me'." The shopkeeper recorded the greeting of these five words truthfully.

"My handwriting is ugly."

"Oh."

Pei Ye continued: "It's been a few days, I don't know where you have arrived, but according to the order mentioned that day, I think you haven't arrived at Tianshan yet, so I sent this letter in advance to wait for you.

The situation of the Glaze has improved a lot, but it will take a long time to recover. My cultivation broke through to the Second Life today, and I have to thank the Glaze for its help."

The shopkeeper's brush didn't stop, and he flipped his eyes at him.

"If you miss it, you can let it stay with you for a few days. It won't be in any danger if it leaves me for a few days now, but I don't know if it can find you itself.

My Wu Bi starts on the seventh of the ninth month, and it will probably take four days to fight. There may be two or three days of finishing work afterward. Calculating, I will probably stay in the prefecture city until about the fifteenth of the ninth month.

I want to ask Miss Ming about your date. Should I wait for you in the prefecture city, or can I go back to Fenghuai first? I want to go back home before going to the Divine Capital.

In addition, I won first place in the small competition in the martial arts hall today, but there are many talents. I expect that by the time of the Wu Bi, I will have an 80% chance of entering the top four, and the top two can also be looked forward to, but the first place is probably not possible.

I don't know if you—Hmm? What's wrong?"

Pei Ye looked at the shopkeeper in front of him.

The shopkeeper's head was still low, but his eyebrows were pulled upward, and a pair of pupils were looking at him hangingly.

"Keep writing."

The shopkeeper sighed and picked up the brush.

"——I don't know if your sword-asking is going smoothly, and if those people are powerful.

I wish you also have progress. The reply can be sent to the Tongyuan Inn in Bowang Prefecture."

Then Pei Ye took the brush and wrote the signature "Eighth month, twenty-second, Pei Ye" with his own hand.

The shopkeeper leaned over and looked at his clumsy strokes, "tsk tsk" twice: "Writing to a girl?"

"Hmm? Ah? No."

"Little brother, let me give you another piece of advice." The shopkeeper said on his own, "Boasting is to be boasted, but if you boast too much, it will be counterproductive."

"..." Pei Ye looked at him blankly.

"For example, here." The shopkeeper reached out and pointed to the letter paper, "You are in the Second Life Realm, boasting about thirty-two is about enough, and you come up with an 80% chance of top four. I don't think you are unfamiliar with this girl. Can she not know what your level is?"

"People said I could enter Yunlang Mountain."

"..." The shopkeeper gave him a thumbs up.

The shopkeeper put the letter into the envelope. Just as he was about to seal it, the shopkeeper touched the envelope and suddenly said: "Just send it like this? Don't you feel it's a bit empty?"

"Empty of what?"

"Put a gift in it." The shopkeeper sighed, "Anything is fine. There is a friendship in it."

This made sense, but Pei Ye thought for a while: "Forget it, I don't have anything to give for the time being."

The shopkeeper took an earring from under the counter and sighed: "Forget it, it's fate. I happen to have one here. It was left by my late wife. Looking at things and thinking of people every night is always useless. It's better to give it to you. If it can make a good marriage, it can be considered a good story."

"Give it to me?"

"Eight hundred wen."

"..."

"But you can write on the letter that it was given by a person with a broken string—I can also write two poems for you."

"A small piece, just right to put in. Look, how beautiful." The shopkeeper picked up this small jewelry, "I can tell you sincerely, girls love this kind of tone too much."

Pei Ye sighed: "Shopkeeper, you are just a brush now."

"..." The shopkeeper curled his lips, looking like he was bitten by a dog, pulled a small box from under the counter, and threw the earring into it.

In this flash, Pei Ye saw seven or eight identical ones inside.

This letter was sealed. Pei Ye took out the letter written to Fenghuai and handed it to the shopkeeper for packaging.

The shopkeeper picked up the brush and pasted the cover, waiting for Pei Ye.

Pei Ye asked for advice: "That, this is my first time sending a letter. What should I write on the envelope?"

"From right to left." The shopkeeper tapped the three columns on the envelope, "Respectively, where to send, to whom to send, and who sent it."

"Oh." Pei Ye nodded: "Send this one to Fenghuai County Government Office."

The shopkeeper wrote "Bowang Fenghuai County Government Office" at the top right, and then picked up the brush to the middle section.

"Master Huang, Uncle Chang."

The shopkeeper wrote it down and looked up: "For elders?"

"Hmm."

The shopkeeper wrote "Respectfully Open," and then moved to the bottom left: "How to call yourself?"

"Just, Pei Ye."

The shopkeeper wrote it down accordingly, and then moved over another letter: "Where to send this one?"

"To the sect, Tianshan."

The shopkeeper frowned, looked up at the main beam of the roof and thought for a while: "Which prefecture is Tianshan in?"

"..."

"..."

"Okay, I'll make it up later." The shopkeeper left a blank space and wrote "Tianshan Shanmen" below first.

Then he moved the brush to the middle.

"Just write Miss Ming."

The shopkeeper wrote the five words "Miss Ming, please open."

Just as he was about to move to the bottom left, Pei Ye stopped him: "Add a line of small characters, just write: Please ask your mountain gate to hand it over when Sword Master Ming comes to ask for the sword."

"Too many fresh words." The shopkeeper muttered, and wrote according to Pei Ye's description.

The signature was still Pei Ye.

The shopkeeper said he would send it to the post station for him when he went to hand in the registration book tomorrow. Pei Ye thanked him and went upstairs.

Back in the room, the black cat had stopped practicing and was squatting on the bed looking at him.

"What did you go to do?"

"Sent two letters." Pei Ye picked it up, leaned on the bed, and put it into his lap.

"How did you feel going to the martial arts hall today?" The black cat didn't follow him today and stayed in the room to practice.

"Hmm?" Pei Ye was slightly surprised, not expecting it to take the initiative to ask about such a small matter, "Quite good. Learned a few sword moves, and broke through to the Second Life."

The black cat nodded: "Actually, it doesn't matter whether it's a martial arts hall or not. As long as you have a quiet environment, you can thin out."

"That's true."

With dragon blood to absorb and sword arts to learn, he was indeed in a period of explosive growth in strength.

"Like this, can you take first place in the Wu Bi?"

"Probably not." Pei Ye said, "Before the Wu Bi, I will be at most Third Life. It's no problem to fight into the top four with the Cicada Sparrow Sword, but it's hard to say further. I heard that there is a Sixth Life genius in this session, and his sword art attainments might be better than mine. I definitely can't beat him."

"Don't you plan to use that sword?"

"No need, right." Pei Ye lowered his head and flicked its ears, looked up at the roof and pondered, "And, if Third Life fights Sixth Life, even if I use it, I might not win. To be stable, I have to add 【Quail Head】—do you really want me to take first place?"

"We don't have much time. I hope you grow up quickly."

"Oh, but anyway, the Divine Capital Martial Scholar is next summer. I can go to the Divine Capital to fight that qualification match. It's the same whether I take it early or late."

"That's fine."

"What about you? I noticed you've been practicing for half a month." Pei Ye turned this cat body over twice, trying to find traces of it becoming stronger.

"It's okay."

"Are you as powerful as me now?"

The black cat looked at him and was silent for a while: "Pei Ye, you just have two more meridian channels and learned a few sword moves."

"... Oh."

The black cat raised a small claw at him.

"What for?"

"Arm wrestling."

"..."

Pei Ye adjusted his posture and held this claw.

He looked at the black cat's quiet emerald eyes: "Then, I'm using force?"

"Hmm."

In an instant, solid muscle bundles bulged on the youth's smooth-lined arm, and the True Qi in his dantian surged up. The bedboard immediately made a "creak" sound.

The black cat lowered its head slightly, not seeing any muscle bundles tightening, but that small claw didn't move at all.

Then, this claw began to press Pei Ye's hand toward the bedboard.

Pei Ye bit his teeth tightly. It could be seen that the black cat's strength was not crushing against him, but it was indeed steadily pressing him.

Pei Ye's hand was pressed onto the bedboard without any room for struggle.

Pei Ye loosened his hand and rubbed his arm with a smile: "I think you are about the same strength as that Zhang Junxue we met before."

"Hmm, can you beat her?"

"Can't beat her, but that's because my sword technique is hard to play against her—" Pei Ye paused, and suddenly found that facing this little cat, sword technique was even harder to play.

Such a small, such a sensitive thing, even if its strength is weaker than his own, it is difficult to deal with, not to mention it is stronger.

And what is even more rogue is the Chi fire.

Even if he uses the Snow Night Flying Goose and Quail Head, he might have no way to deal with it.

How can you play sword technique games with a cat? You can't hit it at all.

Not to mention it also has Quail Head.

"So you are more powerful than me." Pei Ye propped his head and frowned.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 134 =====