Chapter 481: Starry Sky

Di Jiu was lying in the back yamen of the Jingzhao Prefecture. Li Zhao, who was guarding him, had cracked lips and a pale face.

"The physician said the poison has entered the heart, and it is precarious." He said hoarsely, "I was dizzy and didn't expect them to dare to do such a thing. I should have guarded the magistrate without leaving for a moment."

"I invited a black-ribbon warlock from the Immortal Platform, and she will be here soon." Seeing Pei Ye said, "After that, we can contact the Mount Yuquan Medicine Hut. It will be fine."

Li Zhao nodded in a daze.

Seeing Pei Ye tilted his head and looked. Di Jiu's lips were blue and purple, his eyes were closed, and only the rise and fall of his chest indicated life.

Li Zhao had been protecting his heart with true Qi. After Sister Xing Zhi came over, she used the circulation of the spiritual Qi array to replace him.

"Temporarily no worries." Sister Xing Zhi was obviously in a hurry. "I contacted the Mount Yuquan Medicine Hut, and they should be enough to wake Magistrate Di up, but..."

She looked at Seeing Pei Ye: "Before I came, I asked Shaojun. To completely solve this kind of threat, perhaps there is a more suitable way."

"What?"

"Take the position of Jingzhao Magistrate."

"..."

After saying goodbye to the people in the mansion, Seeing Pei Ye and Sister Xing Zhi walked out of the door.

"If this case is handled, we will stand firm in the Southern Yamen." Sister Xing Zhi tilted her head and looked at him. "Do you need my help?"

"You are about to be a Purple Ribbon, don't look for trouble for yourself." Seeing Pei Ye smiled, took off the goose card at his waist and handed it to her. "Take it back, so as not to be troublesome."

Sister Xing Zhi took it and smiled. "Young Hero Pei is really free to come and go."

"Do you know a very powerful person who likes to eat noodles?"

Sister Xing Zhi was stunned and didn't speak.

"I don't know if I can have the opportunity to let the pavilion master introduce me." Seeing Pei Ye sighed softly. "That person said it really well... 'Choosing to walk into the jianghu, you have to face the jianghu'."

Seeing Pei Ye and Sister Xing Zhi parted at the intersection, agreed to drink at the Plucking Star Tower after the matter, and then he stroked the sword hilt and thought quietly, pacing through a few streets and walking back to the Sword Academy.

Out in the morning and back at noon, it seemed as if nothing had happened. Before entering the academy, he saw that clear and noble carriage leave again. Seeing Pei Ye went straight to the small sword field. The sword students had just finished chess-sword, and they were all chatting on the side of the big sword field, but Yang Zhenbing was indeed already in the Yi-4 field.

"Help me try a sword again." Seeing Pei Ye closed the door.

There was no conversation. Yang Zhenbing silently condensed true Qi, and a solid defensive sword was cast in front of him.

The sword of the eighth life, the sword held by Yang Zhenbing, the sword of the nineteenth of the Crane-Duck Book, was once again impregnable in front of him.

Seeing Pei Ye took a light breath and wiped his sword. When the winter wind blew his forehead hair, the bright light slid out of the scabbard.

The blue-clothed figure staggered five steps to arrive. This figure was not agile enough, not dashing enough, not flexible enough... because those were the qualities of youth.

It was as if an old cicada was swaying on the branch, and the whole body had reached the end of its life, but before the stiff fall, there was the last cry. This cry was not the domineering of the prime, nor was it for others to listen to, but the power that burst out from the period of one's own life.

So he had been staring at the strong blockade in front of him, trying to squeeze out the full strength of his body to destroy it, which was a deviation.

But young people are always used to crushing strong enemies, especially young people like him... It was normal to take two detours on this sword.

The staggering and weak figure collided with Yang Zhenbing's horizontal sword. Seeing Pei Ye closed his eyes. The moment the sword tip touched the sword body, his body was weak to the extreme. But at the same time, it was as if his whole life had been given to this sword. Yang Zhenbing's iron-curtain-like sword collapsed and fell out of his hand. He quickly pulled out the second sword, but was still destroyed by this sword. Until the third sword was pulled out, the black-clothed young man gritted his teeth and held this sword, being pushed back seven zhang and hitting the wall of the sword field, the sword body almost tightly pressed against his throat.

Seeing Pei Ye opened his eyes and smiled weakly, taking two deep breaths.

The offensive sword that ranked in the top three of Shaolong four hundred years ago.

Piercing clouds and leaves, the sound breaking clear dew.

The third of the Flying Feather Immortal 【Number White Dew】

"Who did you fight with, how was it?"

"Zuoqiu Longhua, lost."

"I remember she wasn't ranked after thirty on the list."

"Low."

Seeing Pei Ye remembered that Tianshan had been in the Western Country for a long time, and Zuoqiu Longhua might also be the first time to walk down the snow mountain. The Immortal Platform's cognition of these distant geniuses was inevitably biased. After all, Yang Zhenbing also flew up in the ranking after winning the second place in the Southern Country Sword Society.

Nodded and didn't speak again.

The two practiced swords here until late at night. When they needed it, they were partners for each other, and when they didn't, they didn't interfere with each other. Until the cold moon was in the sky, Yang Zhenbing sorted the six swords in order and held them in his arms, and Seeing Pei Ye returned to the Sword Academy with him.

In the clear and transparent small courtyard on a winter night, the trees were sparse and the flowers fell, and Yan Feiqing, who was clean in Daoist robes, was still leaning on the chair, still flipping through that old book in his hand.

Seeing Pei Ye washed away the sweat on his body, hung the washed clothes in the courtyard with bare feet in a single garment, wiped his hands, and tapped his shoulder.

Yan Feiqing turned back a face that looked even more fairy-like in the moonlight, raising his eyebrows at him.

"Help me fight a battle in three days, do you have time?" Seeing Pei Ye looked at him, paused, and added, "You are really beautiful."

Three days was not a very long time, but it was enough for many things to fall into results.

The "Ten-Day Banquet" of the Flying Mirror Tower in the West Pool had been held for nine days. After tonight, this grand event that shocked the Divine Capital should be over.

And Magistrate Di, who fell in front of everyone three days ago, finally had no sound.

The Carp Pavilion case, which had a loud thunder, came to an end like this. A storm, the momentum of the Taiping Cao Gang actually became more prosperous. Everyone saw what kind of support they had behind them. Such a prestigious first gang in the Divine Capital occupied the Flying Mirror Tower, and for a time, there was only a bustling door, and no one dared to touch its edge.

Even if those criminal evidences and public cases had been placed in the Jingzhao Prefecture, no one stood up for this, and they were just waste paper.

The West Pool was still the bustling West Pool, and tonight was also a cool and good weather. It seemed that winter rain would fall, but the stars were still hanging high in the sky.

On the south bank, tourists were like weavers, countless literati and scholars were feasting on the platform, the shadow of the Flying Mirror Tower was reflected in the water, and the quiet lake was a beautiful scene.

On the Green Flower Platform surrounded by water on three sides, the poetry society was about to start, but there was still one person who had not arrived. Ting Hua and Fu Zhiyun were also in no mood to appreciate the scenery, huddled together and looking at the street below.

This poetry society was finally held in a decent way. There were more than thirty people who came, mostly students from the Imperial Academy, and there was no lack of young literati who were on good terms. For a gathering on the south bank of the West Pool tonight, this could be considered a gathering of quite high status.

Ting Hua looked to the left again. The few swordsmen in martial arts clothes were still leaning and laughing. The candles in front of the desk were gentle and bright, reflecting the purple and crystal clear grape juice in the glass cup.

As more people participated in the poetry society, the connections became much wider, and everyone invited several swordsmen from different backgrounds, making this poetry and sword society finally look like something.

Young Hero Bian Weiji, who was wearing a thin sword at his waist, sat in the middle, smiling and talking to the two people beside him. Ting Hua knew that this young hero was now rising in fame, all because of a sword note written by Cui Zhaoye two days ago, which was published in the Divine Capital, saying that he had "thin sword and dancing shadow, with the spirit of flowers and moon," making many people cast their eyes on the name "Bian Weiji."

This young swordsman was indeed slender, his black hair tied behind his head, a light mole at the corner of his eye, his eyes bright, and his whole face was radiant, smiling and laughing with everyone.

Now he was naturally the signboard figure of this poetry society, and because of this reputation, seven or eight people signed up for this society in the last two days.

"Look, look, look, the one sitting alone on the top floor is 'Taiping Partridge'." The scholars on the other side pointed and looked, "Partridge, has courage and is good at fighting. I heard that this Great Dragon Head fought three sect masters alone with a bamboo pole eight or nine years ago. He is really a hero!"

"Young Master Zheng! Young Master Zheng! Can you take us to toast a glass of wine later?"

Zheng Zhiyi leaned on the seat, but knocked his fan and smiled lazily: "Why didn't Fang Jidao come today?"

Several people laughed.

Tinghua withdrew his gaze. As the circle grew larger, someone called out to this scion of a noble family. The case that had been making such a clamor a few days ago had now fallen silent, and the prosperity and prestige of the Taiping Cao Bang were right before their eyes, so it was hard not to mock him about this matter.

As for the young man who said "I am Seeing Pei Ye" in the hall that day, and said "I said I would handle the Taiping Cao Gang, and it won't live past the tenth day," the appearance was still so clear. Ting Hua and others only found out later that he was that Goose Inspector.

But that was six days ago.

For six days, he had no news and had not appeared again. Now the situation was set, and it was unknown where he was. The Goose Inspector of the Immortal Platform was also a legendary figure. I am afraid he also had cultivation, but unfortunately, the matter was not up to people. I heard from Yuan Junfang that none of the Sixteen Guards were willing to come out, and the only Zhonglang General with a sign was also pressed to death. Now I heard that Magistrate Di was also unconscious, and these Three Departments were in name only.

But those were very distant hearings, and they were all very distant things. Ting Hua still hoped that one day she could see him in the school hall again, and must seize the opportunity to ask him about things in the jianghu.

But the more urgent thing was the matter at hand.

"... Hasn't he come yet?" Fu Zhiyun frowned. "What exactly did he say?"

"He said it was introduced by Seeing Pei Ye that day, and then asked me for the time and location, saying that he would definitely arrive on time..." Ting Hua supported her face. "There is only half a quarter of an hour left."

Lin Yuxian beside him said: "It's okay, there are seven swordsmen now, and one more or less doesn't matter."

"No, we promised the words first." Fu Zhiyun frowned and was a bit anxious. "We told Young Hero Bian early that we would invite a swordsman to compete with him, and Young Hero Bian agreed. At that time, there were not so many people."

She continued: "Later, these swordsmen came, and we told them the news, so you see it's an odd number now, and no one is paired with Young Hero Bian."

Lin Yuxian was silent for a moment: "If it doesn't work, then disrupt the order of chess-sword. When the time comes, we will take the initiative to mention who we want to see try with whom. Anyway, it's not a ring match."

"... Actually, I think it would be better if it were really like this." Fu Zhiyun worried. "It's not that I'm afraid he won't come, but I'm afraid he will come suddenly... Now I know that we thought too simply before, thinking that two swordsmen could compete... But think about it carefully, how can a person who has just read the Thousand Character Classic recite poetry with a famous scholar in the literary world?"

"..."

"Then what is the swordsman's name?"

"I don't know, he never appeared again. Now we know these swordsmen, and they have become familiar with each other. But this one has never communicated with us... but I'm afraid it will be awkward when the time comes."

The people who had taken their seats were indeed becoming more and more familiar with each other. Of course, the topic was mainly around Bian Weiji. Several other swordsmen were also talents of one side, but the name of "direct disciple of a famous sect" was too rare in the world, not to mention that this one from South Moon Mountain had just received a sword review from Cui's pearl, which was in the limelight.

And as the time approached, obviously more and more people noticed the empty seat at the end of the sword student column. The swordsmen themselves also asked each other, and their eyes turned to Bian Weiji, and Bian Weiji also shook his head.

Just when Fu Zhiyun was about to open her mouth as if to be relieved, Ting Hua, who had been silent, suddenly straightened her body: "Look, look, is that him coming?"

Several people looked up in astonishment, only to see a man with an elegant temperament walking in curiously at the gate of the Green Flower Platform. It was almost the dress of a scholar, the clothing was somewhat casual and very clean. If it weren't for the fact that the quota was full, if it weren't for the sword hanging at his waist, several people would almost have regarded him as a scholar attending the meeting.

"That's him." Ting Hua, who had seen him once, hurriedly stood up and waved—she knew that these were all acquaintances, and only this sword talent introduced by Classmate Pei was a stranger, and she didn't want him to feel neglected.

That person also saw her at a glance, smiled and waved immediately, looking very gentle.

Ting Hua welcomed him down and smiled: "I thought you weren't coming, please sit down quickly!"

She signaled the empty seat at the end.

Turning to the people on the stage, she said: "This is the second sword talent who is willing to give us face. If it weren't for him, our poetry society would be worried! He is—"

Ting Hua was dumb, turned her head and was about to ask, but was stunned.

Everyone on the stage also looked at this scene in a daze. Only to see that person just smiled and walked toward the end seat, Bian Weiji suddenly pushed the desk with a harsh "creak."

Before he finished drinking half a cup of grape juice, this young swordsman who had just been laughing and talking about Emei sword had already stood up in a hurry: "Wang, Wang Zhang Shixiong, you sit in my place."

The man looked over, stunned for a moment as if he had recognized him: "Weiji? You are also here... Ah! No need, no need, there are no teachers here..."

The quick-witted swordsman beside him had already stood up and moved to the end seat, and Bian Weiji invited this man to sit in the position he had just vacated. Then he looked at the bewildered literati on the stage and bowed his head somewhat awkwardly: "This is Zhang Shixiong Wang Shousi, the hope of the rise of the Southern Jin Wu in fifty years; when I participated in the chess-sword of the thirty sword sects in the southeast, Zhang Shixiong Wang had already won the championship for nine consecutive sessions. He is my brother and senior... Now he is studying in the Divine Capital Sword Academy."

Wang Shousi blocked him by pulling his arm and laughed: "... Selling vegetables? Saying it so detailed..."

Listening to the cheers on the stage, I thought in my heart that I had lived so big, and it was the first time I participated in such a cool thing... Why didn't I know Seeing Pei Ye earlier?

Cheers rang out on the Green Flower Platform, and the candlelight seemed much brighter. It turned out that the weather was gradually becoming cold and chilly.

The south bank of the West Pool was still prosperous, but in the sky, the stars could not be seen much. ===== CHAPTER 482 =====

The south bank of the West Pool was still full of prosperity, but in the sky, the stars could no longer be seen.