Yanshan Exquisite Record

"Stay away from me... cough, cough, cough." Song Xueqiao stared, coughing desperately, he is injured now, once Pei Wunian avenges his personal revenge, he will not be able to beat him, nor will he be able to escape.

"Aren't you going to teach me how to coax girls?" Pei Wunian originally walked towards him, but suddenly turned around when he approached the couch, took a pen and paper from the desk, and said calmly, "Tell me, I will remember. "

Song Xueqiao saw that he looked like he was being educated humbly, his head was heated up, and he spread his palms, so as not to die, he said, "In this case, please trouble Mr. Pei to give some commission or ask a teacher or something..."

With a "snap", half of the writing brush has been submerged in the bed of Huanghuali, and the red tassel at the end of the brush is still dangling unstoppably.

"Cough, cough, cough." Song Xueqiao turned his head, pretended to cough, pulled the quilt over his head, and said in a muffled voice, "If you don't learn from a teacher, you won't learn from a teacher. What's the matter with some pocket money, Wudang is not without money."

Pei Wunian took another brush, leaned against the side of the couch, raised one leg, and laid out the paper smartly, without any expression that should be after a violent act, smiled lightly, and said in a voice like water, "You can say it now. "

Song Xueqiao was still shrunk inside, only stretched out half of his arm, and gestured a "one", "First of all, we must prescribe the right medicine."

Pei Wunian moved the pen tip lightly without raising his head, "Explain."

"There are many kinds of girls." Song Xueqiao said logically, "For example, my sister, isn't she pretty?"

"It looks good." Pei Wunian nodded cooperatively.

Song Xueqiao was so bored that she simply stretched out her arms and gestured, "Yes, she is pretty and gentle, but this kind of girl usually just gives up."

Pei Wunian froze, raised his eyes, "Why?"

"She's not suitable for you." Song Xueqiao said, "Or do you want to be my brother-in-law?"

Pei Wunian said, "You think too much."

Song Xueqiao stared at the roof, "That's good, I thought I almost hit a mandarin duck with a club."

"Although my elder sister is gentle and beautiful, she is no match for ten men when it comes to dealing with affairs. She has been walking around with my father since she was a child. For her, Linglong Villa is everything. A ranger like you or It is impossible for a son of a famous family to be willing to marry her, so if you like her, then I really don't know what to do." Song Xueqiao was a little helpless.

Pei Wunian smiled and shook his head, Song Yanting was indeed completely different from Song Xueqiao, and different from the arrogance of women from other aristocratic families, she was gentle and calm, neither arrogant nor impatient.

As Zhang Zhongqi said, a heroine can carry the burden of Linglong Villa with her own strength, and can be gentle to Song Xueqiao, thinking everywhere, it is a bit unbelievable that such a sister has a younger brother like Song Xueqiao.

After a while, he gently lifted and kicked the quilt, and began to write and draw with the tip of the pen again, "Continue talking."

"Don't worry." Song Xueqiao stared at the fire, thinking thoughtfully, "But Yueyao is easy to handle."

Pei Wunian said lightly, "Why not?"

Song Xueqiao wrung his fingers and analyzed, "Although she has a hot temper and hits people at every turn, she is considerate. She says she hates me. When I really get sick, you still feel sorry for me. For this kind of girl, you just need to be nice to her and play tricks once in a while." , are you afraid you won’t be able to catch up?”

Pei Wunian didn't look up, and was still writing and drawing, "I don't like Yueyao that much."

"It's also possible to become that kind of liking, besides, Yueyao is so beautiful, isn't she? Cough cough cough." Song Xueqiao smiled mischievously.

Pei Wunian raised his eyes and stared at him for a long time, then lowered his head again, and sighed, "The one I want to belong to seems to be more difficult than the above two."

The charcoal fire crackled a few times, and Song Xueqiao rolled his eyes a few times, his heart was like a mirror, and he grinned, "Then you don't have to worry about this."

Women from aristocratic families who are famous for their beauty and talent, besides Song Yanting, Sikong Yueyao, and Ye Yingshu, there is only one other woman left. This one has a long relationship with Pei Wunian and has a really weird temper.

That is Lu Zhanmu's own sister, Lu Linlin.

Song Xueqiao held up his head with a smile, "The one you want to belong to is also in love with you, what are you worried about?"

Pei Wunian wondered, "Do you know who it is?"

"Miss Lu fell in love with you when you were 16 years old. Her family background and appearance are all top-notch in the martial arts.

Pressure, I'm your big brother so to be honest. "Song Xueqiao yawned, and his eyes became hazy.

"If it wasn't for her liking you and having a weird temper, I would have gone up to hook you up a long time ago. Few people in the Jianghu would be able to meet her demands. Whoever chases her must be handsome, what martial arts must be better than Pei Wunian, what? Must love her forever..."

Pei Wunian's pen nib was vacillating, biting his lip until his light-colored lips turned red, and he suddenly realized that there was no human voice in the room.

He hurriedly put down the pen and paper to look, the person was already talking and fell asleep, lying on his back, Pei Wunian lightly stretched out his hand to touch Master Paoniu's forehead, the temperature had dropped a lot, and he stuffed the quilt again Said, then closed the door and went out.

The night wind in the corridor was quiet, and there was a green lamp for lighting the road. Senior Brother Pei sighed suddenly, took out the paper, and shined it on the lantern twice. On it was a lifelike painting, the turtle cross cold pool.

The green-backed turtle is carrying a sword and grabbing two wild fruits, which is very funny.

Knowing that the water in the cold pool is cold, you have to die.

Feeling angry for no reason, he rolled the painting into a ball and threw it far away. He heard the ball of paper rushing towards the pool with a few bangs, Senior Brother Pei chased after him, picked it up like a fool, laid it flat and stared at it After staring at it for a while, he sighed several times, folded it and put it in his sleeve.

The tortoise in the room turned over several times one after another, and suddenly felt hot and unbearable, and a thin layer of sweat gradually overflowed from his forehead. Song Xueqiao suddenly opened his eyes, and his brows frowned instantly.

Although he likes to tease beautiful women everywhere, he is not a jerk, Sikong Yueyao is still a little girl, a little girl who can carry a knife to slash people, she will never be so beastly.

Besides, he didn't have any evil thoughts about her, did he?

Was it stimulated by cold water?

Although Song Rogue was a rascal, he didn't really go through the human affairs. After being shocked, he climbed Wuzhi Mountain several times in a row and coughed desperately while hugging the quilt before he fell asleep again.

It was warm and cold, and one day when the eldest son Song finally cut off half of the maple leaves in Xiaoyao Valley, and Pei Wunian took Sikong Yueyao out to do errands, he was suddenly called to the 72nd peak Sanqing by Wufeng, who had been reunited for a long time. view.

Along the way, the leaves fell from the mountains, and he asked himself that he hadn't caused any trouble recently, Wufeng didn't talk much, as long as you went, he knew, he was uneasy all the way, and when he came to the mint-scented temple, he was taken aback for a moment.

In the huge and majestic room sat Zhang Zhongkui and a woman in a long bead-grey dress and snow-white fox fur. Behind them stood two attendants in purple clothes. A twelve-point sense of majesty and oppression.

In just two years, a young lady from an aristocratic family has completely shed her childishness and become the powerful owner of Linglong Villa.

Song Xueqiao held the sword, gritted his teeth, and held back a word after a while, "Sister."

Song Yanting ignored him, it seemed that he had been talking with Zhang Zhongkui for a long time.

She gently put down the teacup, walked to Song Xueqiao's side, suddenly lifted her robe and knelt down towards Zhang Zhongkui who was sitting in the main seat.

Song Xueqiao was startled, not knowing what kind of medicine his own sister was selling, so he could only kneel down.

Zhang Zhongkui's old face twitched, and he hurried to help Song Yanting, "Yanting, what are you doing?"

Song Yanting refused to get up, "Xueqiao is naughty, Yanting knows that he is not easy to raise, thank you for taking care of me in the past two years."

Song Xueqiao looked at the thinner figure from the back, and then looked down at the floor.

Zhang Zhongkui sighed deeply, "No matter how difficult it is for the old man, it can't compare to your past two years."

Song Yanting shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Whatever it is, it's all over. Linglong Villa has since withdrawn from the rivers and lakes, and it will save you from licking blood on the tip of a knife."

The word quit the rivers and lakes buzzed in his mind like a thunder, Song Xueqiao suddenly raised his head, his face full of astonishment, but Song Yanting didn't look at him, and said firmly, "I'm here to take him home this time, and he will be safe from now on. "

Zhang Zhongkui looked distressed, and he was silent for a long time before reaching out to help her up, "Your own home, you make your own decisions, I have been friends with the old Song Zhuangzhu for many years, no matter what, you don't have to say thank you to me, let alone Kneel me."

Song Yanting showed gratitude, "Thank you, Uncle Shi."

Not to mention the master, but to be called Shibo.

Song Yanting's meaning is clear to Zhang Zhongkui, and Song Yanting's meaning is also clear to Zhang Zhongkui.

The most confused one was Song Xueqiao, until he packed up his things, knelt down from the mountain to say goodbye to several masters, and walked down the long stone steps, he was still wondering why he quit the world?

What Song Dingya has been striving for all his life is to develop the Linglong Villa. He is not an extreme person, and he also knows that it is difficult for Song Yanting to support the huge and complicated villa by himself. But now that he has grown up, after two years of training, he Already strong enough to be her right-hand man.

Since he was not sent to Wudang to help revive Linglong Villa, why did he let him struggle alone in a strange place for two years, and then suddenly appeared and told him that Linglong Villa had withdrawn from the arena.

Under the stone steps, the carriages of Lingling Villa are lined up in a row, magnificent, and the vegetation is covered with the first snow.

Just like sending him here two years ago without saying a word, now two years later, taking him back without saying a word.

Song Yanting took the fox fur from the attendant, put it on him with his own hands, and tied a bow in front of his collar as he did when he was a child. The sky was full of wind and frost, and the jackdaws fluttered their wings and honked.

Song Xueqiao was still staring at her slightly pale face and the snowflakes on her long eyelashes, feeling increasingly puzzled.

From childhood to adulthood, no one believed that the siblings of the Song family looked alike, they were as elegant as a fairy, and a wealthy dude.

But almost everyone thinks that they have similar personalities, they all carry a stubbornness brought out of the mother's womb, and they never give up easily.

"Snow Bridge." Song Yanting brushed the snow off his hair with his hand, and forced a smile, "I grew taller and looked better, but I lost weight."

Song Xueqiao lowered his eyes.

"After you go back, you don't have to worry about other business at home. You are still young, so you will teach your disciples at home, how to live, how to live." Song Yanting took his hand and walked to the carriage, his tone was light, "Okay? "

"Then you..." Song Xueqiao paused and clenched his fists, "And why did you send me here two years ago?"

Although he is young and frivolous, he is not ignorant of the overall situation. He does not understand what is meant by loyalty in the world. A generation of martial arts sects will decline when they say they are declining, and they will retire when they say they are retiring. People are aggrieved.

Song Yanting froze for a moment and didn't look back.

"After letting me learn martial arts, tell me that Linglong Villa has withdrawn from the Jianghu?! In the end..."

"Snow Bridge." Song Yanting interrupted him, opened the door curtain of the carriage, jumped on it, stretched out a hand towards him, and laughed at Yan Yan, but the words were not to be ignored

suspect.

"Sometimes learning martial arts is not for revival or strength. You told me when you were young that life is the most important thing in life, so self-protection is the most important thing. You also know about Yanshan Taoist, so come back and be a noble son. Or be a martial artist, wouldn't it be great?"

The vegetation is verdant, the fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the mountains in the distance are getting more and more blurred.

Song Xueqiao froze in the snow for a long while before slowly letting out a sigh.

In the spring of the 27th year of Xuanzheng, Linglong Villa had a grand banquet, announcing that they would officially withdraw from the major martial arts leagues and would no longer participate in the Weapon Spectrum Conference.

In the autumn of the same year, the injustice of the Song family that people talked about after dinner gradually faded away, and the number one rotten peach blossom in the south of the Yangtze River was born.

Song Xueqiao thrived under the watchful eyes of a hundred schools of thought or anticipation or watching a good show, and finally lived up to expectations and grew into a playboy.

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I suspect a certain game...doesn't have ssr at all....