Yanshan Exquisite Record

Old bastard is still hard even if he is drugged, let alone in his own bastard hole.

It's really not going to work for Xiao Wang Ba to coax Lao Wang Ba out of his shell with rhetoric.

The folding fan was put away with a "snap", and the three-inch long nail on the head of the fan flashed a cold light, and it touched Wen Gu Tianxuan's neck.

Song Xueqiao was still smiling, but his tone became cold, "Senior can bring us in freely, and he must know how to get out."

Wen Gu Tianxuan looked at him, simply closed his eyes, fell back, and spread his limbs, "You can kill me now."

A good Prince An, not only became a lunatic, but also behaved very naughty and rascal.

Xiao Wang Ba gritted his teeth, retracted the nails into the fan, inserted the fan into his waist, walked to Pei Wunian's side with strides, spread his hands, and the movement was done in one go.

"Your mother and her sister's father are going to have a temper tantrum, and if you don't keep it at the end of the festival, there is nothing I can do about it."

Pei Wunian glanced at him, his eyes turned into crescent moons again, "So there are times when rascals can't do anything about rascals?"

No matter how much Song Xueqiao thought about it, he felt that this sentence was not a good one, so he simply nodded and said, "Then what can an honest gentleman do, let me see it?"

Wen Gu Tianxuan opened his eyes slightly, but he was still limp, with a calm face, a strong man who regarded death as his home, even looking at Yunshan, there was a trace of warm little expectation in his old eyes.

A devout look eager to be stabbed to death.

"It's up to you to kill what you know."

"I don't like killing people." Pei Wunian put the white jade tube into his sleeve, and looked up at him, "Now that the two last wishes have been fulfilled, you think it's time for you to be free, right?"

Wen Gu Tianxuan said, "Only two people in the world can enter and exit here. You have already killed Elder Gu, and then you can kill me. This is called liberation."

Song Xueqiao concluded, "This means killing him without telling him."

"It doesn't matter if you don't talk about it." Pei Wunian said lightly, "When we walked down, we walked up to two feet high. I just took a look. The road here is not long, and the bluestone is very flat. It is not until this attic. Rising trend, the attic is not high, less than two feet, so..."

Wen Gu Tianxuan narrowed his eyes, "So what?"

Pei Wunian drew out his sword.

There was sarcasm in Wen Gutianxuan's voice, "You still want to dig out the mud?"

Pei Wunian ignored him, and flew up to the roof of the attic. Song Xueqiao waved his fan, and naturally followed suit.

Wen Gutianxuan reluctantly raised his head and sneered, "If it was that simple, Tanhuanlou would not be called Tanhuanlou."

But he immediately became dumb again, his pupils narrowed suddenly, a ray of light early morning sunlight poured down from a small hole, and the entire gray underground world seemed to be covered with a layer of silver again.

It illuminated Wen Gu Tianxuan's eyes, and also illuminated a line of writing on that piece of soil:

At the moment of sunrise, the road is open.

The characters are made of orchids, which are elegant and incomparable, and look very suitable for the owner.

Song Xueqiao took one flower, turned around twice and said, "It's thanks to you that you can see it."

Wen Gu Tianxuan suddenly turned pale, and immediately began to move his already limp body desperately, a long howl escaped from his voice, and the target seemed to be the protruding mountain peak.

With awe-inspiring sword light, he broke the back of the Grand Master's chair and nailed it to the low table.

Before Wen Gu Tianxuan could get up and touch the railing, he suddenly fell to the ground, and the milk cake rolled down from the table, covered with dust.

Pei Wunian drew his sword and got up, without any disturbance in his words, "I saved your life this time, and I'm repaying your kindness to my aunt for nurturing me, but after I leave, what you do next has nothing to do with me."

The long howling gradually stopped, attracting the sound of silver bells not far away, and countless iron chains surged. Pei Wunian frowned immediately, and jumped to the top of the attic again, breaking through the layer of black mud without thinking.

In the early morning, the breeze was cool and the fragrance of orchids was strong. The two of them were already standing far outside Pufang Temple.

In the place where the morning light first sees, you only need to break open three feet to find a secret door. In front of the secret door, there is also a word made of orchids: Knock the door three times, and the little ghost will lift the sedan chair.

When there is no other way, the best way is to be obedient. This is the most reasonable saying summed up by countless seniors in the world.

So Song Xueqiao raised his hand and knocked on the door three times, and the door opened slowly, revealing a small hole. In the hole sat a glaring and angry statue of an evil ghost. At the foot of the evil ghost, there was also a line of orchid characters:

Hades closed his eyes and ordered to return to the world.

When he raised his hand to slowly close the eyes of the evil ghost, the two of them had already been thrown to the ground, and they were indeed sent back to the human world.

Wen Gu Tianxuan's medicinal properties are still there, so there is no possibility of chasing him out and killing him.

Song Xueqiao was still holding a delicate, blue-purple orchid in his hand, and said, "Young Master Lan Huanlan, you really are not a simple person."

Pei Wunian took out the white jade tube, was speechless, and took a while to put it back into his sleeve.

Song Xueqiao picked up his wrist, and took out the jade tube, "According to Buddhist rituals, we should find a columbarium to enshrine this. It's not far from Shaoshi Mountain. Go find Master Hui Chuang, according to him and Zhang The old man's friendship should be very convenient."

Pei Wunian raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you still understand Buddhism?"

Song Xueqiao twirled the jade tube twice, and couldn't help scoffing, "If you lose the bet with Abbot Se, go boating on the lake for two or three days, and listen to what he talks about every day, you will become a great immortal."

Pei Wunian said helplessly, "Da Luo Tianxian belongs to Taoism."

Song Xueqiao was opening the white jade tube, almost fell, and said in embarrassment, "Is that so... Hahahaha Daluo Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva."

Seeing his movements, Pei Wunian didn't stop him, but said, "What are you looking at my aunt doing at this time?"

Song Xueqiao looked at it and closed it again, then stuffed the jade tube back into his sleeve, "Do you really believe what Zhu Yun said?"

Pei Wunian smiled wryly, "There's no need for him to lie."

If you want to kill them, with Zhu Yun's ability, why bother to make up such a big detour and make up such a tortuous life experience.

Song Xueqiao walked in front of him like a stroll, "It's okay, I found your mother, and your father is really nothing."

Thinking back to when I was young, all the female priests on the mountain tirelessly guessed Pei Wunian's life experience every day, from the immortals to the royal family to the lonely case, guessed all kinds of possibilities, and even gambled about it, crying and choking, Fighting with a sword, using this as a blueprint to create a whole twelve volumes of grievances between rich and powerful families, in short, there are all kinds of things.

After stripping away the truth, the truth is nothing but ordinary.

It's just that the adulterer father didn't want it, and the mother didn't want to raise it, so they left it on the side of the road.

Song Xueqiao was a little sad for no reason.

Pei Wunian had a calm expression on his face, "Without father or mother, it's not a big difference these years, it's not a difference."

Song Xueqiao smiled and said, "You have many advantages, but the biggest advantage is that you are more open than others."

Cangshan green forest beside you, springs buzzing, there are a few small houses beside the dirt road, like a village.

Song Xueqiao pointed to the short pile of the fence, "Go and find out how to get back to the city. I can recognize flying in the sky, but it would be foolish to walk on the ground."

Pei Wunian nodded noncommittally.

But after two steps, Song Xueqiao was dumbfounded. There were no chickens, ducks or people behind the fence, and the black tiles on the roof had become fertilizer for weeds.

It was lush and lush, and one was more vigorous than the other. In the morning dew, there were a few yellow-skinned toads crowing instead of roosters.

In short, a deserted village.

What's terrible is that snakes, rats and ants are crawling all over the place, and what's more terrible is that there is a clothed doll kneeling among the snakes and rats and ants crawling everywhere.

The doll is about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a green shirt and a small jacket, with a brush on her head poked carelessly, holding a wooden board, with tears on her face, dozing off, knocking her head and looking tired hazy.

On the wooden board is not a colloquial phrase such as selling one's body to bury one's father, but a crooked line of cursive words: Cousin stay away.

In the wilderness, the road is uneven, there is no reason not to draw your sword to help.

Song Xueqiao stepped forward, bent down and gently pushed the doll.

The baby hugged the wooden board as if saying goodbye to Zhou Gong, slowly opened his eyes, and a handsome face suddenly magnified in front of his eyes.

Eyes like glass beads rolled around twice, and the wooden board was thrown to the side, landing with a "bang".

"Wow——" a cry, very loud and clear, resounding through the mountains and forests.

Song Xueqiao was taken aback, and suddenly slammed forward, and the doll forcefully circled his neck. The doll was still some distance away from his chest, and he almost lost his breath in this circle, "Big, big... senior brother! Help... .cough cough cough!"

Pei Wunian frowned and took a step forward, reaching out his hand to pull the doll away, but the other end stuck to Mr. Song's body like a dog's skin plaster and refused to let go, still crying loudly, "Cousin, cousin... .”

Song Xueqiao's mind was in chaos, and he scratched his fingers for a long time and didn't remember when Mrs. Song's natal family added such a cousin to him.

"Little brother, I'm not your cousin..." Song Xueqiao had no choice but to let his neck be strangled, so he could only reach out and hug him.

The baby was still hugging Song Xueqiao's neck, she opened her tears and looked at them dimly, her eyes first glanced over Pei Wunian, then back to Song Xueqiao's face, slightly astonished, and said shockingly,

"Which of you... is my cousin?"

Pei Wunian had quick eyesight and quick hands, and took out a letter from the half-opened front of the baby's crying, on which was pinned an equally delicate orchid.

Luoyang is busy in the early morning, rice noodle stalls and porridge are lined up, and smoke rises from the hot breakfast, and the entangled streets become a fairyland of clouds.

Inside the fairyland, there are countless hawking and shouting.

"Oil cake fried cake~Siwensan~"

"Rice noodles for five pieces, get half a bowl of exclusive red bean and millet porridge, and sell for three pieces~"

A young man walked slowly with his hands behind his back, looking carefully at the food, with black hairpins and a face like a jade crown. He was wearing a dark gray gown painted with silver, and there were some white porcelain vase tassels hanging from his waist.

The shopkeeper with a discerning eye knew that it was a fat sheep at a glance. He smiled and squinted his eyes through the white mist, and hurriedly took over the shortbread wrapped in oil paper, "My lord, let's try something new. It's just out of the pan, it's very crispy, and it's guaranteed to be delicious. fragrant!"

The purple-shirted boy took it curiously, took a bite, and immediately raised his eyebrows, "It's delicious, pack five more."

The shopkeeper was overjoyed, and hurriedly packed and delivered five more.

The boy bit the cake and waved his hand behind him, "Ah Xiao pays the bill."

Someone in the white mist stretched out his hand, and a silver coin fell into the shopkeeper's arms, and five cakes were also taken away.

The man in the fog had a deep voice, and his figure was much taller than the young man, "There are so many, can the young master eat it?"

The boy widened his eyes and said, "Don't you still have you?"

The shopkeeper lowered his head and rummaged in his pocket for a long while, but he couldn't find any broken silver, so he rubbed the cloth towel and laughed, "My lord... I don't have any change to find now, why don't I send someone Go home and get some...."

"No need." The young man was considerate, and smiled slightly while holding the cake, "Don't you still have rice noodles here? Just order two big bowls, just put more peanuts and don't add spicy peppers."

"Hey, good." The shopkeeper smiled, and hurriedly cleared a table, and didn't forget to wipe the oil-wood chair with the cloth towel on his shoulder, "My rice noodles here are also a must in Luoyang! You two are noble people! I'll give it away today A plate of red bean cake!"

Although the young man was dressed in expensive clothes, he didn't dislike this small shop at the corner of the knot. He sat down with his robe lifted, ate the cakes slowly, and played with the chopsticks as a stick.

The people in the fog didn't move, and the young man didn't care, anyway, he couldn't get up and down in a tube, and the hot rice noodles were served on the table, but the figure still didn't move.

The young man finally couldn't stand it any longer, and said coldly, "If you don't come here again, I'll eat two big bowls and five cakes, and see if you die there first, or I die here first."

The man in the green shirt walked into the small shop through the fog, sighed helplessly, and sat down slowly opposite the boy.

The boy clicked his tongue and said, "Ah Xiao, you don't have a hammer, you really look like a sour scholar."

The man in the green shirt looked up at him, then shook his head, "Master, after you have finished this experience, you may have to go to the pharmacy a few more times, I'm afraid the lesson from last time has probably been forgotten."

"Last time, red oil fried hands were delicious, and I'd like to go to the pharmacy three more times." The young man slurped rice noodles, squinted at a bottle of vinegar, frowned and pushed it away, "Today's teeth are sore, don't be jealous."

The man in the green shirt wondered, "Why are your teeth sore?"

The young man shook his head, put another piece of meat into his mouth, and smiled innocently, "Ruanjinsan plus Ningxiangtang's makeup powder, paired with red, miserable and demon-like clothes, smoked with a sleeve of orchids, it's you You are also sour."

The man in the green shirt shook his head with a wry smile, "Who told you to use that method."

The boy sighed and said, "But if I don't go, who can go? Anyone who goes will die inside."

After finishing speaking, he picked up chopsticks and knocked on the bowl again, and said dissatisfiedly, "And you, I asked you to find more orchids for me, and there was only one left when I put together the wooden boards. It can't have a beginning and an end, it's not elegant enough."

The man in the green shirt slowly raised his eyes, glanced at the young man, and didn't bother with the orchid, he just frowned and said, "You go to Tan Huan Lou to find experts, I can understand those two people, I just can't figure it out, In the end, why did you still help Mo Yunjian's son?"

The boy was silent this time, snorted, grabbed another piece of cake, squinted and said, "Because he's not yet 11 years old."

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The ticket was skipped yesterday because I had a day of IELTS... crashing