Chapter 407

There were three carriages in total. Qu Xin had too many things and used one exclusively; Ming Qitian had one, and Pei Ye wore a bamboo hat and sat on the carriage shaft to drive the horses, flipping through a collection; the two Kongdong Peak Masters and the high-ranking leader Gao Feigong took one, and did not show themselves.

Outside, there were six riders, two were Zhang Jingbi and Guan Qianyan, and four were plain-clothed guards.

From the outside, except for some old Jianghu people who recognized the sect uniforms of Guan and Zhang, this team of carriages was not conspicuous.

So it didn't attract vigilant gazes.

Because during this period of time, all the big sects in the Shao Long area were constantly passing through this official road, and all kinds of teams with a grand display had long since become commonplace.

The sun was getting brighter and brighter. Although Pei Ye wore a bamboo hat, the scenery on the road ahead was also a bit dazzling. He closed the book and stood up, turned into the carriage, picked up a small black cat and placed it on the carriage shaft, took off his bamboo hat to support a sunshade for it, and then stuffed the horse whip into its claws, and never showed his figure again.

The road had been walked for three days, and Pei Ye was less and less fond of driving the carriage. Of course, he also had a legitimate reason. Stacks of Jade Jade sword principles were urgent to be made up. Who couldn't drive the carriage? Even a cat could drive it.

And this horse was indeed more obedient under the cat's gaze.

Ming Qitian had been teaching the young man the sword for three days in the carriage.

As if she didn't want to waste a single second, she kept teaching the young man to read while walking during the day, and at night when everyone was resting, she also sat by the campfire and annotated the sword classics page by page.

At this time, Pei Ye sat in, but she didn't look at the Jade Jade sword principles again, but was flipping through the "Ghost Immortal Sword".

"I suddenly feel that this sword might be connected to the 'Flying Feather Immortal' after it takes shape."

Pei Ye heard such a sentence before his butt was even seated, and said in surprise: "What connection?"

Ming Qitian shook her head: "I'm not sure. It's just a feeling. This is your sword. I will ask you for advice after you have learned it."

Pei Ye sat down: "But what connection can there be between fungi and birds?"

"They are all spirits in the mountains." Ming Qitian said, "Tracing back six thousand years, I don't know how many sword techniques have been lost on the earth. Some might not be inferior to the current Yunlang. Facing the swords of predecessors, thinking more doesn't hurt."

Pei Ye frowned. Actually, he couldn't see it at all. He kept this point in his heart, but still took out the "Yellow Jade Essence Explanation" taught in the morning, and told the woman what he had thought about for verification.

Time flowed slowly, the road became wider and smoother, and encounters with travelers became more frequent. From time to time, horses galloped past the windows, some thin, some in groups, and one could hear it was the horse speed of Jianghu people.

There were also enthusiastic high-pitched inquiries: "Are you all friends going to the Sword Selection Meeting? May I ask which path you are from?"

Zhang Jingbi just responded with a "Yes", and a young voice outside said loudly: "I am Cui Ziji of Mount Yuquan, looking forward to asking for your sect's high moves on the Jade Sword Platform the day after tomorrow!"

Then he galloped away with the horse's hooves.

". It's really lively." Pei Ye smiled, and the woman beside him nodded, but didn't look up, and pointed to the next line to explain eloquently.

After more than half an hour like this, the sunlight was fierce enough to pierce through the carriage window, and the team of carriages finally swayed and stopped.

Zhang Jingbi drove his horse to the front of the carriage: "Brother Pei, we will arrive at the prefecture city in less than two hours. There is a teahouse to rest, and we can go after noon."

The continuous days of carriage travel indeed made their bodies stiff and legs hard. Pei Ye asked the woman two questions, got a shake of her head, jumped down himself, settled the carriage and horses in the shade, and found a seat to rest with the knights in the teahouse.

At noon, there were already many travelers in the shade in front of the building, and Jianghu people carrying knives and swords accounted for a considerable part, and they all looked dusty, obviously rushing from all over.

Toasting from afar, greeting and chatting, some people seemed to have met once, and those who didn't know each other just sat at a table and talked freely after two or three sentences. Pei Ye had just sat down when the voice next to him entered his ears.

"Zhang Lingwen must have a seat! The foundation of Yunyang Building doesn't need to be talked about. Zhang Lingwen, as the pillar of this generation, also fought his way up one by one. Do you know who he defeated in the sword discussion of the various sects in the prefecture city before?"

"Who?"

"The true disciple of the Immortal Bridge Peak of Kongdong!"

". Since that Jiang Yitong, Kongdong has indeed not produced any amazing figures in the past two years."

"Zhang Lingwen naturally has a seat, and must be in the top thirty. Is He Tianlai of the Lushan Sword Manor, who is also in the west, going to occupy a seat?"

"That young manor master is just a showpiece! He has been out for three years, and his reputation is getting better, but where are the hard achievements that can be taken out? In the past, everyone gave him a few points of face because of Manor Master He's reputation. This time, it's a hard battle where everyone is tightening their strength. Who is willing to sacrifice themselves for others?"

"Not bad. Speaking of He Tianlai, it's better to speak of He Tianyu. Although he is an adopted son and his reputation is not obvious, I happened to fight him last year. His sword strength is quite strong, and he already has five points of Manor Master He's appearance."

"Five points of appearance, Brother Wang, you can actually fight him, that is also a good sword technique!"

"There is nothing shameful about this, telling the truth—I only held on for nineteen moves."

Someone at another table called out strangely: "Baldy Wang, your battle record has been growing since last year, from three moves to seven moves, then to thirteen moves, and now it has become nineteen moves—give you another two years, is He Tianyu going to become Manor Master He?"

The baldy was furious immediately: "Fuck your mother!! Xu Changyuan, you only know how to spread rumors about me!"

The two Kongdong disciples had long since changed out of their Kongdong sect uniforms in the dust. Now Zhang Jingbi didn't come over, and Guan Qianyan sat beside Pei Ye.

The girl heard the previous words and felt a bit depressed. At this time, she still whispered to Pei Ye: "Lushan is in the west of Shao Long. Manor Master He Yabai has long been in the realm of the Body-Taming. The family-transmitted 'Herding Deer Sword' has quite a reputation. If you count five places for sword transmission in West Shao Long, Lushan must have a name."

Pei Ye nodded and grabbed a handful of snacks to share with her.

Suddenly, the two turned their gazes, only to see dust flying on the road, and a dozen or so sword practitioners wearing hairpins and crowns also reined in their horses there, talked to each other for a while, and then tied their horses and walked towards this side.

This group of people was a sect member at a glance, with old and young, men and women, and their clothing was unified and their etiquette was strict. They walked over, and the loud shouting in the entire tea stall dropped by two levels.

Pei Ye turned his head, and the Jianghu people who were talking loudly next to him were all retracting their legs and tidying their swords, and everyone's "occupied land" was reduced by a small half.

The Sword Selection Meeting that will be held in the prefecture city soon is indeed the focus of the entire Shao Long Jianghu. Rumors had already been faintly revealed since the martial arts competitions in various prefectures were held two months ago.

For two months, people didn't know what happened in Kongdong, never heard of the three words "Huan Si Lou", and the descending evil god in the deep mountains of Xincang was even more distant as if it didn't exist—the biggest change and opportunity in the entire Shao Long Jianghu was this Sword Selection Meeting held in the prefecture city without a threshold.

It is said that under the promotion of a certain great figure, the imperial court will jointly compile a sword path roster with the various sword sects of Shao Long.

The imperial court and the Jianghu jointly compile, how fresh.

The entire Jianghu is surging, and countless rangers and scattered practitioners are gathering towards the prefecture city. After all, the so-called "mixing" in the Jianghu is to swarm like ants seeing sugar when things happen, and then flow away like water pouring on flat ground when things are over. If you are lucky, you will get some encounters; if you are unlucky, you will be separated from your head; and if you are neither good nor bad, after mixing for a long time, you will always have some reputation.

They are the huge group that constitutes the entire Jianghu. Dragons and snakes rise from time to time. Now these people under the teahouse are all such scattered practitioners.

It is obviously very difficult for them to have their names on this legendary gold-plated sword roster, but snakes have snake paths and rats have rat paths. When many people gather in one place, various opportunities naturally arise.

And if it is said that there are also strict highs and lows in the Jianghu, it is precisely that the sects are firmly established on this group.

The Jianghu guests at the bottom point out the country and take pleasure in blowing, as if all kinds of geniuses are just topics between chopsticks, but when the real sects appear, it is like a group of eagles entering a group of chickens, and all the chirping disappears.

Pei Ye actually doesn't like to see this scene, while Guan Qianyan beside him frowned slightly and couldn't recognize this outfit for a while.

Until someone at the next table asked in a low voice: "Brother Wang, which hero is this?"

The baldy also said in a low voice: "Black clothes and white tassels, sword energy is compelling. I think it's a hero from the Flying Swallow Sword Sect in Fanhuagu."

A girl among them was pulling down her bamboo hat to cover the sun, and glared at him when she heard the words: "What kind of hero, it sounds terrible!"

The baldy immediately slapped his own mouth, annoyed: "Ah, it's extreme, it's extreme, I'm blind and stupid, it's clearly a fairy with snow-white skin and flower-like appearance."

The girl didn't pay attention to him anymore, and stood at the two tables next to Pei Ye with several peers.

Guan Qianyan was slightly enlightened: "Mm, it's the Flying Swallow Sword Sect. This is a sect in Longdong, known as one of the Seven Swords or Six Swords of Longdong. The Sect Leader doesn't seem to have entered the Body-Taming realm yet, among the same generation. there seems to be a disciple surnamed Zhu who is good."

Among the black clothes and white tassels, the girl immediately stared and looked over: "Whose son or grandson, what a big tone!"

Guan Qianyan coldly raised her eyebrows and was about to retort, but Pei Ye stretched out his arm to stop her, turned his head and said: "Sorry, discussing people to their faces is our rudeness."

He was clear and bright in appearance, and his tone was sincere, so the girl's expression softened, and she turned her body back without saying a word.

This small episode didn't attract attention. Some of this group were watering horses, some were ordering tea. The two elders only walked over slowly after talking. After sitting down, they waved their hands with a smile, and the several juniors sat down one by one.

"Brother Wei, you say, what does 'reordering the order' mean?" A middle-aged man placed his sword on the table and said slowly.

"Our sects are about the same on weekdays, but if someone suddenly practices some secret sword or breaks through some realm, the highs and lows will have to move." The white-bearded old man said, "If there are variables, there will be changes. It has always been like this. The Sword Selection Meeting today is the biggest variable."

"But there have been sword discussions of various sects held in the prefecture city in the past, and they were all young disciples competing, but the momentum has never been so fierce."

"Yes, that indeed doesn't involve 'order'." The white-bearded old man said slowly, "Because there has never been a 'Shao Long Sword Path Gold Roster'."

"Does this thing have such great power?"

"Whether a name has an effect depends on who proposes it. Once the imperial court promulgates this roster, the entire Shao Long will know it overnight. Everyone knows the status of the 'Crane Fowl Roster' of the Immortal Platform now."

"But the imperial court changes its orders in the morning and changes them in the evening, which is not once or twice."

"Naturally, but it's still that sentence—whether a name has an effect depends on who proposes it. Do you know who is behind this Sword Selection Meeting?"

". Just heard it's a great figure."

"A truly great figure. Didn't you see that the Five Sword Blessed Land, Mount Yuquan, and the Bright Pearl Water Pavilion, such big sword sects, are all responding impatiently?" The old man said, "This is not a political decree discussed by a few clerks, I entrusted someone to inquire. This Sword Selection Meeting was formally proposed by the Ritual Terrace of Shao Long Path, and then discussed by the government office. It is almost the biggest action of the imperial court since autumn."

"People say this is a matter that the Venerable Lord is fully serious about." The old man said, "So the imperial court will cultivate you according to this position after you take it on the gold roster. As the sword talents grow, the sect will naturally get closer to this position. New sword sects with geniuses will surpass those empty old sects faster, so I say this Sword Selection Meeting is 'reordering the order within twenty years'."

". And most of the small and medium-sized sword sects are worried about resources, and the resistance only comes from those few big sects." The middle-aged man was enlightened, "What is rare is that all the sword sects actually listen to this one person's call—what is the identity of this Venerable Lord?"

"I heard it is a high position in charge of the Ritual Terrace and scheduling the government office. In Shao Long, his real power can be counted on less than ten fingers." The white-bearded old man was silent for a moment, "And it is said that he supervises the Shao Long Sword Academy."

"Sword Academy?!"

"Sword Academy."

"If the Sword Academy participates, then wouldn't it be."

"Yes, the quota of the Dao Enlightenment Society can actually be handed over to our sects. Who wouldn't be tempted?"

"Having said that." The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and said, "It is said that the various sword sects and the imperial court jointly compile the sword roster, but it is actually the imperial court smashing heavy money to make the Jianghu reorganize into the new order they want."

"It has always been like this. We Jianghu people love face, so they give enough face, and some really think they are amazing." The old man drank a cup of tea, turned his head and said, "Qizi, I am not worried about you getting a seat from Brother Yuan. It is you who are on that line. Remember to pay more attention to your opponents after entering the city."

"Disciple remembers."

"Because sometimes victory or defeat lies in one or two details, such as Fang Longhu of the Nine Quarters Society. Eh?"

The old man suddenly raised his eyes and paused, and even the front of the building began to become quiet.

Mixing in the Jianghu, the first thing is eyesight. If it is said that the human voice dropped a level after the Flying Swallow Sword Sect took their seats just now, it is now almost silent.

On the road, ten green carriages, all with black clouds stepping on snow, horse gear with green tassels, carriage boxes carved with branches and flowers, stopped in front of the building neatly, and every horse was quiet, gentle and spiritual.

". Falling Flower Mountain." The Wei-surname old man said softly.

No one had come down from the carriage yet, and Guan Qianyan also looked at them and whispered: "Falling Flower Mountain, the first sword sect south of Shao Long Fucheng, has always been on par with Kongdong, but thirty years ago they jointly established the Dao Enlightenment Society. I don't know why they didn't enter."

Pei Ye nodded: "Then it must be very powerful."

"In the Jianghu, it is said that they will occupy two of the top five seats in this Sword Selection Meeting." Guan Qianyan said, "Unlike Kongdong's scatteredness, the Falling Flower Sword Sect has a sword classic recognized as rare in the world, named 'Withered Flower Book'. The song south of the mountain says 'Nine hundred and seventy-two swords wither, counting the peach forest without a flower', that is them."

(End of chapter)

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