Chapter 482: Sword Water

The small wooden sign with 【Seeing Pei Ye】 written on it had been hanging on the door of the Yi-4 field for three days.

It wasn't until the cold moon hung in the sky again that the door was pushed open from the inside. The young man who had been practicing sword walked out, took it off with his fingers, and stood there in a daze for a while. The sword field was quiet and silent, and the distant sound of swords could not be heard clearly.

He raised his eyes to look at the sky, and the first wisp of clouds was covering the moon.

Washing, calming the spirit, and taking a nap took a total of one hour. When he opened his eyes and stood up, cold raindrops began to fall from the sky.

The winter rain seemed to be always heavier than other seasons. Bean-sized water droplets poured down from the clouds, patting on the bluestone slabs, and soon soaked them into a piece of moisture.

Stepping on such moist ground, it took about half an hour to walk from the Sword Academy to the West Pool.

The Taiping Cao West Hall was located two streets away from the West Pool. This was a street away from prosperity. There were few red buildings and restaurants. The wide street surface and hard stone slabs were for the passage of horses and goods.

As the hall closest to the wharf, the biggest task on weekdays was to handle daily Cao transport. The hall master, "West Heng" Zhao Qianqu, was the oldest one among the 【Four Hengs of Taiping】. He had followed Qiu Tianyu since the establishment of the gang. Now even his son had become a rudder master. Many people said that if he hadn't been unable to break through the Mystic Gate for a long time, the position of the Second Dragon Head should have changed hands.

But Zhao Qianqu was more accustomed to staying behind the scenes. Now, on the night of the Taiping Cao Gang's prosperity, he still sat in the West Hall, shielding the Flying Mirror Tower and the Taiping Wharf—no matter who wanted to go to the east bank of the West Pool, they had to pass by this street.

A gang like this shouldn't have a time of complete relaxation.

Zhao Qianqu thought while sitting under the eaves, the slender precious saber of the Western Region style leaning casually beside the chair.

He still left more than a hundred people on this street tonight, all of whom were capable thugs. Zhao Qianqu knew that there were a few small gangs restless below recently, but if they dared to eat bear heart and leopard gall to find death today, he would let them come as many as they wanted, and leave as many as they wanted.

This was the jianghu of the Divine Capital, the second world detached from the control of the government yamen... gang fights, fighting and killing, all life and death are at one's own risk. But the things you grab, as long as they are not grabbed by others, are yours.

Zhao Qianqu was accustomed to such rules and was very satisfied with the current appearance of the Taiping Cao. The Great Dragon Head was indeed an extremely heroic hero, actually leading the Taiping Cao Gang to this step. Many times, Zhao Qianqu thought that his joining the gang was a bit of a waste of talent.

With such a Great Dragon Head, the gang naturally became more and more prosperous. "West Heng" Qianqu Ye was now also a high-ranking figure in the Divine Capital. In recent years, very few people dared to refute his face.

The rain fell from the eaves into a curtain. Zhao Qianqu looked at the spacious and imposing courtyard. More than half of the people had been sent out, and the courtyard was a bit quiet at this time. Ripples appeared on the surface of the small pond, and the lotus leaves were naturally withered, but there were still several fish in them.

Zhao Qianqu was thinking in a daze when he suddenly heard vaguely that a shout came to an abrupt end at the end of the long street.

The decades-old archway stood at the entrance of the street, and the stone material was soaked into a deep and wet luster. Looking forward from under the archway, the night was silent, the winter rain was cold, and the whole long street was empty and cold.

"Taiping Cao Gang territory, don't look around!" Two sturdy men stood up from under the eaves, holding their sabers and walking up vigilantly.

Under the archway were a young and handsome Daoist and a younger boy.

Both of them only carried a sword, looking at the street quietly. They didn't look like people who often mixed on the street, but they definitely didn't look like good passers-by.

"Can't you hear?!" The man lowered his eyebrows and pulled out half of the saber blade to step forward.

On weekdays, they wouldn't question passers-by like this, but the hall master said that today was the night of the banquet, and the Taiping Cao Gang was about to go to a higher level, so all abnormalities could not be let go.

However, neither of them answered. The Daoist tilted his head and said in a flat voice: "Is this the place?"

"West Hall." The boy stepped forward. "Put away the porcelain bottle before smashing."

The man was furious and pulled out his saber. The cold blade made a clanging sound: "Damn it, don't you know who King Yama is—"

But just as he mobilized true Qi in his body, his gaze fell clearly on the two of them, and his movements froze.

Cold rain drizzled, and neither of them carried an umbrella... yet not a single drop stained their clothes or hair.

Upper, upper two...

This thought that made his heart and lungs cold rose in his heart for a moment, but his body didn't have time to make any reaction. A shadow of a scabbard roared and smashed onto him. His body floated away from the ground in an instant. In the loud noise, the door broke and the pillar broke. After falling softly to the ground with the pain of his back breaking, he found that his wrist had been broken.

Another man let out a roar that was unclear whether it was fear or anger, but the next moment he was pierced through the abdomen by the long saber unloaded from the first person, and the whole person was carried away and nailed to the flag-recruiting wooden pillar.

Seeing Pei Ye took back his hand and walked forward without stopping.

In only ten breaths, chaotic figures surged from the whole street, everyone holding cold light in their hands, daggers, axes, hammers... but more were sabers and swords. Seeing Pei Ye didn't slow down at all, just pulled out his long sword silently. The bright and moist sword body crossed in the rain, as if it were cast by the rain itself.

"Whose boy are you, dare to stroke the tiger's whiskers of Taiping Cao?" A middle-aged swordsman pressed his sword and lowered his eyes. The rain also avoided him. "Three dragon heads are in—"

The young man's figure arrived in a flash. The weapons and hands of the four gang members in front of him fell to the ground in an instant. The middle-aged swordsman shrank his pupils and pulled out his sword. A sword strike like a startled goose pointed at his throat from an incredible angle. He returned his long sword, and the true Qi circled out a vortex to disturb the sword momentum, but the next moment, the sword seemed to rub out a dazzling spark from the air, the true Qi melted and broke in an instant, the swordsman's heart and lungs shrank, he condensed his strength to block the sword, and his body had already gone backward to avoid this first move that had been snatched.

But the calm-faced young swordsman before him was no longer looking at him; he turned his head, backhanded his sword, and slashed straight through the blade that had been hacking at his flank, simultaneously disarming the arm that held it.

The middle-aged swordsman was stunned for a moment in front of this scene, and his throat was incredibly cold.

That sword that melted and broke his defense was like a gap, but a sword strike passed through it lightly and with ease. The Daoist robe flashed away from the field of vision, which was the last scene he saw.

One hundred and thirty capable thugs, one-third of whom were cultivators, rushed forward one after another on a long street.

And opposite them was only one young man. Either one move, or two moves, as if the sharp sword blade and the exhausted chopping were like child's play in his eyes. He was not a ghost in the sword light, but a disaster with no return. Twisting his wrist to unload the saber, breaking bones with one knee, cutting off arms and legs, seizing swords and nailing them... but anyone who dared to stab a saber or sword at him would definitely lie on the ground with wailing within half a breath.

A street was killed through by the young man within a quarter of an hour. Those who were regarded as masters in the past, the five or six-life cultivators, were only one step more than others in front of him—one move was confirmed to be powerful, greeted by the young man's cold look, and the next move was life or death.

In front of such a destructive result, no one dared to face it for another moment. After leaving behind dozens of lying bodies, the gang members finally fled in fear. And among them, those with cultivation exceeding three lives were accurately identified and fell wailing under the sword blade chasing from behind.

Zhao Qianqu looked at this scene with a stiff face—he decided not to show up in an instant.

Although he was an eight-life veteran, although the young man looked like only seven lives, there was actually an unwritten saying in the jianghu cultivation world—an upper two-realm that was too young was as terrible as an upper two-realm that was too old.

More importantly, such a silent, purposeful advancement was a greater crisis for the Taiping Cao Gang. No one on the Flying Mirror Tower side knew yet, he must inform the Great Dragon Head.

Zhao Qianqu had passed the age of being competitive. At the moment of thinking about this, he collected his saber and flew up, and the eaves fell under his feet in an instant.

The West Hall hall master wanted to leave the street of the West Hall, which was a matter of course. An eight-life cultivator was a first-class combat power on the bright side of the Divine Capital.

Zhao Qianqu's figure was like an old roc, his toes pointed on the roof, and he was about to cross two streets to reach the east bank... but his eyes blurred, and a clear and clean face had already appeared in front of him.

The cinnabar on his forehead was a bit dazzling in the dark night, making Zhao Qianqu think that the stinging pain in his throat was the feeling brought by it.

The Daoist youth stood quietly on the eaves, his robes fluttering in the rainy night. Seeing Pei Ye shook the blood on his sword and pushed open the gate of this courtyard.

"Find out all the records related to the Taiping Wharf." He put his sword back into the scabbard, then tilted his head. "Little Cat, I leave this place to you to look after."

On the south bank of the West Pool, the rain made the reflection of the Flying Mirror Tower ripple, the clear scene became a dream, countless people by the lake looked toward the West Pool with cups, reaching out to catch the water droplets outside the eaves.

Everyone knew that this was one of the few rains this year. After that, the lake water would not freeze, but the high altitude would become cold, and the clouds that melted and fell would be light jade flowers.

Ting Hua straightened the head crown that had been squeezed crooked during the laughter just now, and went to provoke Fu Zhiyun, pushing her: "Great talented woman, great talented woman, quickly write a poem for us!"

Fu Zhiyun ignored her and turned to chat only with Lin Yuxian, and this son of the Vice Minister was gazing at the huge, beautiful painted boat in the center of the lake, letting out a heartfelt exclamation.

The Zi hour was approaching, and the "Ten-Day Banquet" was about to end. This huge painting boat sailed over from the wharf side. 【48

It was almost no longer in the image of a boat; on the deck, it had been shaped, carved, and built into the appearance of several pavilions, appearing scattered yet spectacular. The two-character name 【Taiping】, several people tall, stood on the front, indicating its ownership.

It was hung with Daoist prayers and burning many incense candles.

Just as the boat passed the shore, the voice from the Flying Mirror Pavilion said very clearly that all friends who had attended the banquet in the past ten days, and all friends present on the south bank today, could splash wine into the boat to seek a good omen.

The so-called twelve years of the Taiping Cao Bang, a treasure ship set ablaze, bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new. Many people also realized that this represented the Taiping Cao Bang about to step into a new height.

For many years, it had been in an awkward position; its influence was quite large, yet it seemed to always lack something to be presentable. Now, whether it was willing or not, it had been placed on the table, so since it could endure, it instead represented that the Taiping Cao Bang was clean from now on.

Now that it had sailed a circle, sure enough, countless people splashed the wine in their hands, some even throwing out wine cups and pots. Although it was cold rain outside the eaves, for a moment, the atmosphere on the pavilions and terraces was enthusiastic.

Most people were actually not close to the Taiping Cao Bang; they only knew of its recent momentum, and now one side of the Carp Pavilion dispute was right before their eyes. People felt a sense of inexplicable participation amidst their curiosity.

Now this boat was quietly parked in the center of the lake, with winter rain pouring down, so it was inevitable that some would worry about whether this wood could still be ignited.

However, there was no sign of any worry on the Flying Mirror Pavilion. Midnight was approaching second by second, and people above were still exchanging cups.

At this time, Tinghua withdrew his gaze and tilted his head, only to see Cheng Youlun rustling and leaning over from the side, pointing somewhat excitedly: "Hey, hey, hey, look, is that classmate Changsun over there?"

Several people tilted their heads in surprise to look, only to see that on the Maple Shadow Terrace, which was closer to the water than the Green Flower Terrace, there were indeed two graceful figures by the railing.

One was lying on the railing with a slender curve, appearing somewhat lazy, while the other had a straight back and an elegant temperament, stretching her hand out beyond the railing to catch the rain, then pulling it back to gently blow on her cold palms.

". It seems it really is."

Changsun had followed Cui Zhaoye around the Divine Capital for three days. Every day after her lessons were finished, she would sit in her carriage and follow her to search for the "sweet ice" left behind in various places in the Divine Capital.

After three days, the knowledgeable young girl had also learned a lot about the young swordsmen of this generation. Now that she was here, it was also because Cui Zhaoye said, "The West Pool is just a snack street; it's always easy to see good things if you stroll around every day."

"Such a big boat, it's a pity to burn it." Changsun gently rubbed her palms to keep warm, "I don't know if it will kill many fish."

Cui Zhaoye rolled her eyes slightly: "This weather has already frozen many mosquitoes to death."

"Damn it."

". Two more days, and I can go to the Sword Academy to watch the Yi Sword Trial again." Cui Zhaoye changed the subject, squinting her eyes comfortably, "Watch for more than a month, and I can wait for the Chang'an Winter Sword Collection. After the Winter Sword Collection is over, after the New Year, there is the Jingzhe Sword Collection. Once the Jingzhe Sword Collection is over, it will be late spring and early summer, which is the Divine Capital Wu Ju and the Feather Scale Trial."

"What a happy six months," she said.

Changsun did not answer. Her gaze was still on the painted boat in the center of the lake. In fact, the entire south bank was looking at that painted boat now.

The reflection of the Flying Mirror Pavilion in the water pointed exactly to the center of the lake, like a fire pointing to the large boat on the cold lake water. The rain was not very heavy and did not block the view. The lamps and candles on the shore shone over, refracting and diffusing, and half the lake was a bright and beautiful scene.

And today's protagonist was undoubtedly the Taiping Cao Bang. The momentum of the entire south bank had been stolen by them. How many gatherings were looking at this moment, their eyes attracted by this treasure ship,

And under the gaze of countless people, at a certain moment, it was finally midnight on the dot.

On the Flying Mirror Pavilion, that figure who had been sitting there for ten days, as reliable as a small mountain, slowly stood up and raised a cup toward the outside of the pavilion.

A steady voice spread calmly throughout the entire venue: "Heaven gives winter rain, but it cannot extinguish the fire of my Taiping. The ten-day banquet is over. The noise cannot shake a big tree. Today, I burn this boat to celebrate for my Taiping Cao Bang!"