Yanshan Exquisite Record

It was night, Song Xueqiao went into bed with the wine jar in his arms.

The shadows of the lights outside the window faded from dim to disappearing, and the room suddenly became overcast. He naturally dared not fall asleep. If he falls asleep at this time, if someone strikes his throat with a sword or a black tiger cuts out his heart, no matter how hard his life is It's not enough, or if you don't poke it to death, you will be paralyzed, that kind of feeling

Wei'er knows it's hard to bear just thinking about it.

It just so happened that when I turned over with a sore back, a voice suddenly floated above my head, and it was far and near, but the meaning was very obvious, "You are a drunkard, and you sing from the beginning to the end."

This really became a gentleman on the beam.

Song Xueqiao was startled, just wanted to ask when did you come in?He held back the words again, if Pei Wunian let others know when and how he came in, then he would not be Pei Wunian.

Song Xueqiao said, "Where is Ah Lin?"

Pei Wunian is here, what should the three-legged cat next door do?

"He's very well." Pei Wunian coughed softly, "It's just that he has a really big appetite, and he ordered another table before going to bed, eating with great interest."

"It's said that being able to eat is a blessing, and this kid is a little bit lucky." Song Xueqiao smiled coyly, rolled the wine jar to the ground, half stood up and patted the spacious bed, and said kindly, "Tonight, the dew is heavy, brother, you stay here Isn't Liang Shang afraid of getting old and getting rheumatism?"

The person on top of the head half teased, "It's better to get rheumatism when you are old than to get your peach blossoms all over your body."

"Where do you start with this?" Song Xueqiao patted the bed board cheekily again, and said with a smile, "Although there are peach blossoms, they are not random peach blossoms, they are flourishing peach blossoms, plus the soft mattress here is wide, guarantee Feel the spring breeze."

Pei Wunian didn't refuse either, she landed on the beam and lay down with her back to Song Xueqiao and her clothes, her tone was light, "sour."

Song Xueqiao smiled and said, "You're not salty either."

Pei Wunian sighed, "I just hope that the spring breeze won't turn into a river of blood, and cut off the peach blossoms with a single sword."

Song Xueqiao furrowed her brows, but her tone was hesitant, "You curse me."

Pei Wunian laughed back this time, "If I cursed you intentionally, I wouldn't come here, or I might as well tie you to a tree at the entrance of the inn, and hang a sign with the words 'I am a hooligan' written on it." ,what do you think?"

Song Xueqiao propped his head, thinking about this question seriously, and said after a long while, "Rogue is not a good name, why don't you write 'I am a romantic talent', it is better to use cursive, wild cursive, so as to show a dissolute appearance."

Pei Wunian finally turned his head to the side and gave him a glance in the dark.

Song Xueqiao still didn't know how to restrain himself, "I'm a romantic, but I'm a romantic, and thieves are also wise. If you have a debt from an unscrupulous family, you can at most just tease it with sweet words."

Pei Wunian sneered, "I don't know who keeps saying that women in prostitutes need to be loved."

"That's natural, it's just that the pain is different." Song Xueqiao propped up his head, took out the folding fan beside the pillow, and secretly lifted Pei Wunian's chin, leaned into his ear and said softly, "Brother Pei, you Everything is better than others, but this love is falling in love, you are no match for me, let alone brother Lu."

Pei Wunian laughed suddenly, "Why are you so sure? Who did you hear that I'm not as good as you?"

Song Xueqiao was greatly surprised, "Oh? Could it be that the so-called elegance and elegance that various sects and sects say is just pretending?"

Yingyang has very good feng shui, and there are many beauties. Could it be that he walked that flower street a hundred and eighty times without telling himself?But looking at the posture of the girl's family when she first entered Yingyang City, maybe there is really a grievance of obsession in it.

But he couldn't be happier than himself, with several real people on top, and Sikong Yueyao always on the bottom, it was really not easy to get away and have a chance to toss that idiotic entanglement.

Just as he was wondering whether Pei Wunian really had some affair, a face approached without warning, and two soft and moist lips pressed against the cheeks that were still smiling foolishly, I don't know how Pei Wunian found his pear dimple with such precision, and his lips [tongue] slid down slowly, prying open his slightly open mouth effortlessly, and after a little entanglement, he Back off.

The long and dense eyelashes are close at hand, the breath is hot, and the words spoken are not like Song Xueqiao's rogue, but they are enough to blow him into a daze, "Is it fake, you will know if you try it?"

In this situation, Song Dafengliu was completely dumbfounded. He didn't expect that he was being molested, and he completely forgot that they seemed to be waiting for a very dangerous piranha to take the bait.

All he had left in his heart was the turbulent waves, which slapped him flat on the shore——sincere!It really is sanctimonious! !This guy Pei Wunian is really not a fuel-efficient lamp! ! !

The other end gently wiped his lips, wanting to kiss him or not, and welcoming him when he wanted to refuse, making his lips numb, but Song Xueqiao was furious, thinking that he might not be able to match Pei Wunian in this way, With an unknown fire in his heart, taking advantage of Hua Diao's faint smell of alcohol during the day, he suddenly reached out and hugged the neck of the person in front of him, biting back like a fighting skill.

Pei Wunian was supporting his head with one hand and dragging his front with the other, but when he was thrown suddenly, his body tilted, and he pressed him down. Song Xueqiao was completely mad, like an irritated cat.

Noticing the chaotic response from the people below him, Pei Wunian only frowned slightly and did not move.

Lying on the high pillow, Song Xueqiao bit down a red mark on his fair cheek, his eyes sparkled, and he said, "Brother Pei is really a gentle scum who hides his secrets, and my younger brother is willing to bow down when he loses."

In addition to a blush on Pei Wunian's cheeks, even his light-colored lips were bitten to make them more colorful. A smile surfaced and was slightly restrained, but his body was still above him, and he said with a little sarcasm, "It can be seen that, It's nothing more than lingering on the flowers for a long time, I suspect that you have never been human."

Song Xueqiao's eyes reflected half of the waning moon outside the window, the moonlight was fading little by little, his hand had slowly slipped from around his neck to Pei Wunian's back, his folding fan was shaking slightly, his face was still smiling, but his words came out of his mouth. With a very chill, "You are speaking as if you are very experienced?"

The folding fan in his hand tightened, and suddenly opened with a "snap", the Wujin fan bone hit three silver needles in an instant, and a scraping sound gradually rose in the room. Based on the years of experience of the two of them, it should be a fine iron long sword, and At the same time, a black shadow quickly entered the room.

Pei Wunian was half-hidden in the quilt, Yunshan had been placed on his waist, obediently issued a cold light, and quickly confronted Song Xueqiao against the head of the bed, the folding fan slapped, and he didn't forget to shout, "Senior brother, catch me!" Live."

He really got the idea, this person was quite breathless, and he was hit by such a provocation during the day.

The lights in the house were not turned on, but the lights of the sword and the shadow of the sword were seen clearly by the moonlight. Yunshan's sword intent was faster than usual, but each sword left room for him to escape, and it was not very deliberate, as if he was walking in the dark Difficult to walk.

Song Xueqiao squinted his eyes, his heart was like a mirror, pretending.

In the dark, Pei Wunian had the upper hand. This was also one of the few good things he did. Back then, the interest in cutting red leaves in Xiaoyao Valley faded away. When the interest disappeared, he had to find new interest. He looked at the red leaves halfway. In an hour, I figured out a new way to play.

Blindfolded with a three-finger-wide white cloth, they don't look but listen. After playing for a year and a half, Pei Wunian and Sikong Yueyao are both like fish in water in the dark, and their swords are as fast as a flash.

Zhang Zhongqi once came to Xiaoyao Valley to see this scene, stroked his beard and said comfortingly, "Sometimes the snow bridge is still useful."

He smiled smugly, thinking that you have never seen what the peach trees that were so hard to plant in the back mountain look like.

The assassin was dressed in black, but his sword was shiny. After fighting for a dozen moves, the two of them were obviously outstretched, and the sword was much slower.

Song Xueqiao sighed inwardly, it's time to save some energy and run for his life.

Sure enough, according to what he said, the assassin was smarter, turned his sword and stabbed at his neck, and at the same time jumped onto the couch in three steps, trying to turn over and escape through the window.

Song Xueqiao turned pale with shock, but the sword came even faster, and Wujin Fan blocked it with a "slap", softly covering his face, and said in a trembling voice, "Don't hit people~ hit the face!"

Seeing his appearance, the assassin seemed to snort coldly. He was already on the window sill, Song Xueqiao suddenly grinned, and the three needles nailed on the Wujin fan shot out at once, and knocked back the sword that was only half a palm away from the front door. , the assassin jumped up, raised his hand to catch the sword, a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes swept across him with hostility, and he could see clearly under the moonlight.

Although he covered his face, he could see bruised and purple scars right now.

Song Xueqiao was startled, and the folding fan stopped suddenly. When Yun Shan caught up, the assassin had already jumped off the window sill and flew away in the distance. Pei Wunian, who never talked nonsense, also jumped out.

It's not a big problem to have Pei Wunian chasing him at the other end, but this person's skill is extraordinary, it's hard to guarantee that he doesn't have an accomplice, just now the love in the room disturbed the gentleman's heart, and he completely forgot about Tong Chunlin.

Song Xueqiao patted himself on the head, didn't have time to think about the terrifying lines in front of the man's eyes, clicked his tongue, pushed the door and rushed out, kicked open the door next door, Tong Chunlin was sleeping comfortably with his sword in his arms , kept a small lamp, and heard someone come in, first startled, then drew his sword and said sharply, "Who?!"

"You Song Daxia!" Song Xueqiao strode into the room. In addition to the mess on the table, the windows were nailed to death with iron nails. He was slightly shocked.

Seeing that he was the one who relaxed, Tong Chunlin yawned, his rounded eyes returned to a straight line, and he said in a daze, "Mr. Pei was nailed after noon. He said it was safe. Do you have any abnormalities?"

Thorough, really thorough.

Song Xueqiao secretly exclaimed, it seems that he doesn't need to worry about this side, and he turned around and went out without forgetting to tell, "Turn off the lights and stay, don't open the door unless I knock!"

"Oh." Tong Chunlin nodded in a daze, and there was a gloomy wind at the door, and the person was gone.

There are quite a lot of high-rise buildings in Luoyang City, and the eaves are also quite fancy, with phoenix heads and dragon tails, immortals riding chickens, and so on.

Pei Wunian was even more flamboyant, leaving a mark, and had to carve a crooked cloud on other people's buildings.

Song Xueqiao didn't delay, and chased after him step by step, the wind rang in his ears, and several extremely tall buildings came into view, with red walls and black tiles, and wind chimes ringing at the corners of the eaves. away.

If it was normal, he would definitely go in and have a look, but now he has no thoughts, just looking for clouds while walking cautiously.

Seeing the cloud sign again is above an inconspicuous farmhouse. The farmhouse has no lights, the fence in front of the door has collapsed, and there are dead old trees all around. Looking up, there is a mountain surrounded by gray clouds.

In the night, the stars were dim and the moon was almost gone, Song Xueqiao realized that he had already left Luoyang City after chasing him.

I thought there was something wrong with the farmhouse under my feet, but when I was about to investigate, I saw a cold light on a tall dark gray object not far away, and the fierce sound of two swords fighting could be heard even from a distance.

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Finally a little progress.......Eleventh back to school was blocked for a long time, even later QWQ