Yanshan Exquisite Record

After sending the old man away, both of them were silent.

The old saying is not amazing, and they can understand things like beating mandarin ducks and forcing marriages. It's just that Wang An is already in his 20s when he finds Mo Yunjian. How can an adopted daughter whom I brought up with my own hands really have such dirty thoughts?It's really astonishing...

Of course, what is even more unimaginable than this is that Song Xueqiao has only been idle for a little bit, and he doesn't like to show his face for a little bit, but his reputation in the world has become so bad, and there are rumors that he is stupid.

Pei Wunian said lightly, "Do you think it's the first or the second?"

Song Xueqiao looked at the jar of rice wine, "I don't think so."

Pei Wunian asked, "Why?"

Song Xueqiao said with a smile, "King An is not an ordinary person. He can raise a strange woman as his own daughter, and even allow her not to follow the emperor's surname, abandon literature and practice martial arts. How can such an enlightened person prevent her from marrying the person she likes?" ?”

"What about the second one?"

Song Xueqiao arranged the dishes on the lacquer plate one by one, "If King An really has any thoughts about her, and Mo Yunjian ran away because of disgust, why didn't he form a gang far away? You have to go back to Luoyang City, isn't it? Disgusting yourself?"

Pei Wunian said, "It seems very reasonable."

Song Xueqiao clicked his tongue and said, "I think it's the Lord of the Tenth Princess who may have different thoughts about King An."

Pei Wunian was not surprised, "How did you see that?"

"Brother, you will never understand this kind of thing." Song Xueqiao waved his hand, "Didn't you realize that what Mo Yunxiao did was imitating her father? She adopted those children, and then raised her according to King An's rules. The method is to raise those male pets."

Pei Wunian lowered his eyes and poured himself a third cup of tea. He stared at the tea leaves floating in the cup and said, "Why do you see other people's affairs so clearly?"

Song Xueqiao sighed, "Because I'm not a hero, I'm a fool, and I'm still a fool."

Pei Wunian circled the teacup with her fingertips, "So you care about other people's gossip?"

"I don't mind." Song Xueqiao shook his head, "But I will still be a little angry when I hear it with my own ears. I would rather he call me a little bastard like others, and I don't want to hear the word being taken advantage of. A bunch of heroes."

Pei Wunian smiled, "Those in front are not heroes."

"Don't be self-effacing, you deserve it." Song Xueqiao emptied the jar, and the old man drank it, and there were two muffled pats, which was a pity, "The old man drank the wine. …”

Pei Wunian held the teacup, "Would you like to give me another jar?"

"No need." Song Xueqiao threw the jar, "I'll talk about the wine tonight, let's eat first, and I have other things to do later."

"To Prince An's Mansion?"

"You really know me."

According to the old man, the Tanhuan Tower was beside the moat, and it had been cremated to scorched earth long ago. The only thing in the city that had anything to do with her was the dilapidated Prince An's Mansion.

In the afternoon, the shop was already very quiet. There was only one boss standing behind the counter with his beard twisted. He went up and asked a few words. The boss politely pointed the way and said that the place was in the south of the city. It had been abandoned for a long time and it was hard to find. Wanting to ask the way, and curiously asking them what they were doing, Song Xueqiao could only wipe away tears, and pretended to praise An Wang, saying that An Wang had saved his parents, and now he came back from wandering, wanting to see his benefactor, but unexpectedly People have returned to the west, so they want to visit the former residence.

Pei Wunian didn't let it go when he heard his nonsense flying all over the sky.

The boss was very moved and praised him as a good man.

Song Xueqiao asked the good couple again if they could save a little money for the hotel. The boss wiped his nose, was very moved but firmly said no.

The two of them walked and explored along the way, passing a peony flower market, girls were picking flowers along the way, Song Xueqiao was overjoyed and looked up to ask for directions, but when they saw Pei Wunian, they couldn't even speak fully, so they laughed at the fact that the hero of Spring Breeze had already She developed a habit of smiling, and this time it was even more troublesome. As soon as Song Xueqiao stopped one, the girl's face turned red like a crab, she hurried away with her head down, and stopped another one, and it was like this again. After a few rounds, she almost became paralyzed from exhaustion.

Song Xueqiao couldn't act like a hooligan in the street and forcefully catch them, so he could only grit his teeth and sigh, while Pei Wunian looked innocent. Later, Song Xueqiao learned to behave and only picked the old lady in cloth shirt.

One of the reasons is that the aunt is older and must know more than the little girl. Second, the aunt is never shy, and she can see whatever she wants. Even if Pei Wunian is stared out of the hole, their eyes must be kind. Third, Pei Wunian seems to smile more friendly towards these aunts than to little girls...

After stumbling and stumbling until it got dark in the afternoon, the two of them moved to an old street in the west of the city. Except for some dilapidated houses that might have people or ghosts, only half-person-high luxuriant grass trembled in the dark wind, a tall dilapidated house. His mansion is located in the northwest corner, gloomy like a cage, the original resplendent color seems to be covered with a layer of gray veil, the place where the plaque should be hung on the door has long been empty, exposing the cracked wooden beams.

"At any rate, it was the former palace." Song Xueqiao stood on the broken stone steps, looking at the huge seal on the vermilion door with his hands behind his back, feeling a bit saddened, "How did it become like this?"

"King An has no heirs, and the emperor cut down the vassal, so it is reasonable." Pei Wunian walked up the stone steps and stood beside him, "Go in?"

"Of course you have to go in." Song Xueqiao looked at the two stone lions that hadn't weathered at the door, and said with a smile, "I just want to wrong you, senior brother, and you will be a gentleman with me."

If he could not cause trouble, he would never cause trouble, and if he could not go through the main entrance, he would never go through the main entrance. This was his principle. Song Xueqiao touched left and right, took out a veil from somewhere, tied it on the back of his head, and tied it again. He took out a piece and threw it to Pei Wunian, "Wrap this around."

Pei Wunian looked at the standard night travel equipment, hesitated to speak, hesitated for a long time and covered his face submissively, the two of them flew up to the roof with the help of stone lions, then turned around and landed slowly, taking advantage of the dusk The dots of orange light could clearly see the whole courtyard, but Song Xueqiao frowned quickly.

Because no matter how blind your eyes are, you can see that something is wrong here.

If the house is left vacant for a year, weeds half a person's height can grow and vines can grow all over the walls. However, compared with the long street outside, the inside of the palace can be described as spotless. With a black and shiny light, there are traces of washing and brushing on the ground.

Song Xueqiao lowered his voice, "It's interesting."

Pei Wunian walked to a dry well, picked up a piece of dark yellow round paper from the undergrowth, with a square cut out in the middle, and threw the paper to Song Xueqiao, "Funeral paper money."

Song Xueqiao twirled the paper money with two fingers, and said with a smile, "It's new, the short grass here gathers water, and it's not wet yet."

"It won't take more than an hour to be thrown here." Pei Wunian looked towards the mouth of the well, and suddenly raised a hand, "In front."

"What's ahead?"

"The ancestral hall of Prince An's Mansion."

Song Xueqiao threw the paper money casually, glanced back, and obediently took two steps in the direction he pointed, then turned around and blinked and said, "I don't seem to see you use a sword very often."

"It's easy to hurt people with a sword." Pei Wunian looked at the Yunshan in his hand, but a cold light flashed in his eyes, obviously he also noticed the situation behind him, "You said that."

"That's right, that's right, I said it." Song Xueqiao raised one corner of his mouth indifferently, but his pupils darkened suddenly, and he quickly turned sideways to avoid it, not forgetting to tease, "So leave the hurtful matter to Pei Shaoxia!"

There were a few explosions in the previously quiet courtyard, mixed with a thick puff of gunpowder smoke, and a thick smoke suddenly rose from the side of the well where the two were.

Amidst the thick smoke, the rustling sound of snakes came, Pei Wunian raised his fingertips, and a cold light flashed across Yunshan, quickly splitting the thick smoke, wrapping around Pochen lightly. A soft sword that was red all over came out.

Although the Yunshan sword is thin, the blade is extremely hard and not easy to bend. Against ordinary soft swords, Xuji's sword technique is the second most important, and the blade can be broken within three moves. five strokes.

Pei Wunian's ability to easily win the first place in the martial arts conference with Xuji's swordsmanship is enough to show that he can use Xuji's swordsmanship upside down, so Song Xueqiao is not worried, he found out the direction in the thick fog, and took advantage of this opportunity Jumping backwards, grabbing a hemp well rope, quickly submerged into it.

There was an endless sound of "ping, ping, pong, pong" and the handing over of weapons above the head, but the underground was extremely quiet, and there was an unspeakable smell in the air.

But as expected, there is a large space here, with a few dimly lit candles. He landed lightly, patted the yellow mud on his hands, and walked forward carefully. There is a neat green brick road underground. , The gaps are filled with dark brown unknown objects.

He had noticed something was wrong just now when he saw the paper money falling on the mouth of the well. The smell of blood here was thick and abnormal, so close at hand, it meant that someone was seriously injured here just now, or he was no longer alive, but the courtyard road was as clean as cleaning As before, the only place where people can hide is the well, and there is no other choice.

Song Xueqiao walked step by step, the inside was getting smaller and smaller, and he felt like he was going to end at any moment. Soon there was a wooden frame in front of him, hanging a small Buddhist altar.

In the middle of the altar, there is a pair of dark rows, with some fresh melons and fruits and some paper money. What he cares about is not this weird underground ancestral hall, but a small corner of clothes beside the ancestral hall.

With a light pull, he actually dragged out a boy with a snow-white complexion.

There was a long gash in front of the young man's forehead, which was obviously wounded by a sword, and blood sprayed out. Sadly, the teenager had one arm sunk in the mess.

Judging from Song Xueqiao's limited life experience, it was a pile of old corpses, all that was rotten was the skeleton and a little bit of black minced meat.

Song Xueqiao was taken aback, feeling bad, there are dead people?He hurriedly stretched out his hand to sniff the young man. Although Emei was not very friendly to him, he was not a villain who would take revenge. He couldn't see a young man die tragically in such a ghostly place.

It's just that he couldn't figure it out. Emei has always been very powerful when going out of the mountain, shouting from front to back, and moving in groups. Although most of them are quite high-spirited and arrogant, they don't seem to be people who will play with their temper when encountering big events. One person left alone in this kind of place?

The pulse was steady and strong. He put down his hand and let out a long sigh of relief. The boy was just overwhelmed by fright and lost a little blood, so he passed out, and his body was fine. He tore off the veil and tore it into strips in twos and wrapped it around his head. On the bed, he tapped the acupoints again, fed two pills of medicine to stop the bleeding, and then Song Xueqiao continued to walk in.

The space inside is getting duller and narrower, the old carrion is just the beginning, and the scene behind the altar is even more spectacular.

All kinds of dead bodies are stacked together, the new ones are still bleeding, and the old ones have become skeletons that fall apart at the touch of a touch. Inside the pile of corpses are all kinds of weapons, knives, guns, axes and axes. More than five or six years.

There was a fairly new Qiushui long sword at his feet. Song Xueqiao picked it up and looked at the label. It was Emei's entry-level weapon. It should have been brought in by this young man, and he was injured from behind when he was investigating.

Just when the doubts in his heart became more and more intense, there was a sudden loud "bang" at the mouth of the well, which startled him a lot. When he looked back, he fell into a man in gray sackcloth with white mouth. Mo, with an old face, wearing an eye patch, looks like a dying fish.

There was a flash of blue light on the hilt of Yunshan's sword, and immediately pierced his palm fiercely, as easily as piercing through a piece of rice paper, nailing the old man to the ground, and the blade of the sword sank more than one-third of the green brick.

Song Xueqiao couldn't help hissing, ignoring the rotten corpse, hurriedly ran over to check it out, secretly startled that the Yunshan Sword had such lethal power, it was actually a wise move for Pei Wunian not to use the sword on weekdays.