Yanshan Exquisite Record

The guy was sitting on a stool, with a bowl of noodles in his left hand, a towel in his right, and a bitter face.

It was obviously the busiest time at noon, and the crowd was already full of noise on weekdays, but today it seemed as if someone had opened their mouths and poured a bowl of dumb medicine, and they opened their mouths wide like fish spitting bubbles, but they vomited for a long time. Not a word came out.

The gate was open, and two or three passers-by came in carelessly. They were talking and laughing at first, but when they looked up at the grand occasion in front of the railing on the second floor, they retreated tremblingly.

The shopkeeper is not here, the guy put his head on his head and pretended to be dead.

"I said that no matter how rampant the Tanhuan Building is, the owner is not a bitch."

With a "bang--", a wine jar fell from the second floor and shattered into countless pottery pieces on the ground, and the wine spilled into flowers.

On the second floor, a young man in a blue shirt was sitting leaning against the railing, holding a huge wine jar in his arms, holding a bunch of black hair on his shoulders with his fingers, the corners of his lips were raised, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of romantic charm, standing opposite him A boy dressed in white, with a distressed expression on his face, persuaded him in a low voice,

"Brother, don't gossip about people behind their backs."

The young man in the blue shirt was dressed in jewels and jewels, and he seemed to be quite drunk, shouting, "Is it right or wrong? That pretty girl is still there? I heard that she can compete with the top card in the Yingchun Building, and she always likes to seduce men in that bright red suit." , You can survive just by seducing men, why bother to practice such evil skills, it's useless."

The white-clothed boy accepted his fate, "You're talking drunk."

The young man in blue shirt continued to yell with red eyes, pointing provocatively at the group of people in the downstairs seat, "What's wrong? Am I wrong? Everyone comment~~"

Silent.

"Coward." The blue-shirted boy seemed bored, and muttered again, "But young master, I'm not interested in such stale goods, but I'm just looking at her face..."

The boy gritted his teeth and hurriedly covered his mouth, as if he wanted to drag him back.

The blue-shirted man avoided it, and raised his eyebrows at the young man, as if he was completely drunk, and spoke more presumptuously, "It would be wonderful to be a foot-washing maid for the young master, hahahahaha."

These words were quite resounding, the white-clothed young man was even more distressed, and it seemed that he had exhausted all his efforts to bring the drunk young man in blue shirt into the guest room.

There was another silence in the hall downstairs, and it became active again when there was no movement upstairs, but they only dared to discuss in a low voice.

"Who is this person?"

"Bai has a good skin, but unfortunately he is a lunatic, tsk tsk tsk."

"I just said that these noble sons are worthless one by one. You really can't drink too much wine!"

"The master of the ten princesses dares to make unreasonable remarks. He must have forgotten Mr. Liu a few years ago..."

"No, I'm afraid that he will be stripped and tied here tomorrow."

"It's really asking for death!"

......

The words they said were different, but the content was nothing more than discussing how the blue shirt boy would die.

Like rain falling into a pond, the sound became louder and louder, and gradually became a lively scene again.

The room was sunny and sunny, the young man in blue filled the wine for the two opposite with a smile on his face, the young man in white pushed the wine glass back somewhat awkwardly,

He waved his hand, "Young Master Song, alcohol is prohibited below our sect."

Song Xueqiao smiled and said, "I said that in the coming of spring, you must be happy when you are happy in life. You are outside, and your sect leader can't see it. This is a superb flower carving. It will be difficult to drink again when you go back to Emei!"

"You can just call me Ah Lin..." The white-clothed boy heard the word "Chun Lin", he couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not very good at drinking... ..."

Pei Wunian said lightly, "He has injuries, so he is not suitable for drinking."

Tong Chunlin immediately followed suit, waving his hands like windmills, "Young Master Pei is right, the wound will crack after drinking."

"That's it." Song Xueqiao was a little disappointed, and suddenly brought two glasses of wine to Pei Wunian, "Then you drink."

Pei Wunian looked preoccupied, frowning as he looked at the wine glass brought over.

Song Xueqiao's eyes were still red, "Why don't you tell me that Wudang prohibits alcohol, or that senior brother is not yet eighteen this year?"

Tong Chunlin was drinking tea, and sprayed half of it with a "poof--".

Song Xueqiao suddenly remembered the wound on Pei Wunian's hand, and angrily went to get the wine glass, "No, I forgot that you were also injured."

Pei Wunian glanced at him sideways, downed all the wine before him, and said in a muffled voice, "It's all over, but can you wipe off the rouge from the corners of your eyes first?"

Song Xueqiao grinned, reached out and wiped the corner of his eyes, and his palms turned red.

I don't know if he is talented or if he hangs around the flowers and fights too much. Since he learned to drink at the age of 17, as time goes by, no matter how strong the wine is

After eating, he also had the same look as usual, but what he wanted to get drunk in exchange for his mind became clearer.

Huadiao is mellow, but it is very clear in the throat.

Woke up early this morning and started eating from one altar, just after the second altar was opened, the waiter reported that the son next door had woken up, and when the two arrived, Tong Chunlin

He was holding a mirror in a daze, looking at the gauze on his head.

Song Xueqiao went over to pat him, only to wake up like a dream, and raised his eyes in a daze, "Where is this?"

Before he could answer, Tong Chunlin's knees softened again, and he almost fell to the ground. He said weakly, "Hungry..."

It is said that young people are in good health, and those who practice martial arts are even more resilient.

Tong Chunlin was an exception. After the table was cleared of dim sum and hot porridge, he was still very weak and cautious when speaking. None of the disciples knew Song Xueqiao very well, but most of them knew Pei Wunian. Pei Wunian came forward to explain the reason , he stumbled and talked about what happened to him these days.

Just like Wudang, in Emei, some people are like Du Lian Qiuyi, who are born to attract attention. They are either martial arts geniuses or good-looking, while Tong Chunlin is the bleak foil under these stars. The body is also weak, and she was born with a girl-like name.

So in the door, being bullied has become a common occurrence.

After leaving Jianghu Pagoda, Master Jingkun sent a group of people to Luoyang, but the purpose was completely different from Song Xueqiao and his party, not for Mo Yunjian, but for Yingu.

Master Jingkun was even more clueless than them about this matter, and he couldn't find Abbot Se, so he set his sights on the mysterious hidden valley just like Pei Wunian back then.

Qi Yuanxiao and Cheng Ding left Yingyang after the Martial Arts Conference. After a lot of effort, Master Jingkun found out that Qi Yuanxiao had appeared in Luoyang City with a pair of meteor hammers, so seven or eight disciples gathered together Followed vigorously.

The leader is Yi Fengyao, the No. [-] female in the martial arts competition. Yi Fengyao is indifferent and rarely asks about other people's affairs. Who is he used to? After being ridiculed by a fellow senior sister, Tong Chunlin got angry and went to investigate alone.

Tong Chunlin's brain is stubborn, and he naturally thinks things are simple. He left the team and asked all the way. He actually asked him to find out some hidden and strange places. After discovering the dark hole in the well, he was naturally frightened by the corpse behind the altar.

He stumbled and wanted to rush out of the well to report to the official, but was attacked and unconscious, and he didn't know anything about it since then.

Song Xueqiao sighed, "Young man, don't hold your breath."

Pei Wunian concluded, "Different routes lead to the same goal, first help you find your senior sister."

Tong Chunlin frowned, "I won't go back."

Song Xueqiao raised his voice, "What will you do if you don't go back? I have no interest in taking care of little kids on the way to the end of the world."

Tong Chunlin looked at Pei Wunian again with eyes that begged for help. Pei Wunian was a gentle person, and he usually gave them the impression that he was gentle and easy-talking, without temper, so Tong Chunlin grasped the essence, and put both hands on Pei Wunian's sleeves. Climbing, even the voice was crying.

"Hero Pei, I don't want to go back. If I go back at this time, my senior sister won't let me go. In case the sect waits... You saw her spear-picking skills at the martial arts conference, didn't you... .”

Pei Wunian was indifferent this time, staring intently at the tea in his cup.

Seeing that Hero Pei ignored him, Tong Chunlin rushed towards Song Xueqiao without dignity again, "Brother Song, you are a good man, do it to the end, don't send me back, I will repay your kindness like a cow and a horse."

Song Xueqiao took two steps back in shock, "Don't, don't, I'm not old yet."

Tong Chunlin is full of expectations.

Song Xueqiao coughed twice, feeling compassion, "Is Yi Fengyao really that scary?"

On this question, Pei Wunian and Tong Chunlin nodded in unison.

Pei Wunian said lightly, "Her temper is not much better than Yueyao's."

Sikong Yueyao was already at the pinnacle of explosion, not much better than Sikong Yueyao, that was scary enough.

Song Xueqiao thought for a while about the blue light of Master Sikong's younger sister, then trembled again, and suddenly felt infinite sympathy for Tong Chunlin, and then smiled when the sympathy was over, and asked, "Is she beautiful?"

Pei Wunian took a teacup and gave him a look, but Tong Chunlin didn't care and told the truth, "So-so, she looks like a man, so she hates Qiong Mo'er the most."

"On this point, Yueyao is stronger." Song Xueqiao helped Tong Chunlin up, and said with a smile, "I don't need you as a cow or a horse, I can take you with me, but you have to help me with one thing."

Tong Chunlin only listened to whether he should be sent back, his eyes lit up, "But according to Song Daxia's order!"

He has called other people Daxia Big Brother for many years, so he listened to this sentence of Song Daxia very well, waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, just go fishing with me!"

Tong Chunlin scratched his head, not knowing why.

However, Song Xueqiao's abacus was "cracking", and Pei Wunian would definitely not be able to say some of the naughty conversations in the market, so it happened to be delivered to the door, very good, very good.

So, in order to create a perfect image of a drunk, the two even went to the proprietress to beg for a box of rouge, and put two blushes like clowns on the corners of their eyes. Two watery peach blossom eyes are quite intoxicating.

Song Xueqiao didn't forget to wink at the two of them after putting on the paint, "Doesn't he look like a rascal, a rascal, a wanderer?"

Tong Chunlin stared at him and smirked for a long time before saying, "Like."

Pei Wunian snorted, "You are."

At noon, a big fishing drama was sung in full swing, just waiting for the fish to bite the hook.

After the two lumps of rouge were washed off, there was a white and clean smiling face again, and then two mouthfuls of flower carvings, the body and mind felt extremely comfortable, and the small fan swayed even more joyously. According to what Dungeon said, anyone who insults the master of the ten princesses will be punished. Then this retribution will be tonight at the earliest, and it will not be delayed for a few days at the latest.

But according to Song Xueqiao's plan, Tong Chunlin is a ten times ten half-bad guy, if the remnants of Tanhuanlou kill him, he won't be able to survive a single move, so Pei Wunian has to look at him, just so that the people in Tanhuanlou think of him It's easy to be alone. If he is taken away, with luck, he can be taken directly to the den of Tanhuanlou to investigate Mo Yunjian.

If you're unlucky, you'll have to trouble Senior Brother Pei to track him down with the lightness kung fu.

Tong Chunlin had a good heart, and said with a bitter face, "Song Daxia, can you beat that...lou?"

After all, being stripped naked for public display is not a glorious thing.

Song Xueqiao chuckled, "You call me a hero, what are you afraid of?"

Pei Wunian said, "The one-eyed old man is dead, what if they notice something different?"

"They will definitely show up." Song Xueqiao snapped his folding fan together, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "If they don't show up, there's still a trick."

The author has something to say:

Thank you, buddy, for the hand grenade~