Yanshan Exquisite Record

There are quite a few people who use hammers in Jianghu, but hammers can be described as beautiful, and there are not many. There is Pulu guest Jiang Jing in the front, and Yin Gu Qi Yuanxiao in the back.

Jiang Jing was a knight-errant, named Puluke because there was a small courtyard of Puwei in Songshan Mountain.

He wears a pair of steel hammers around his waist all the year round. The hammers are carved with auspicious clouds of flowers and fairies. They are as interesting as a picture. When they are not fighting, they often use them to amuse the children in the neighborhood. When they are fighting, they can knock down seven or eight strong men with one move. .

He was lucky enough to meet this Pulu guest once when he was a child. He was less than seven feet long, and he was short and dainty. Only the latter remained.

Is it really like Master Jingkun said, Hidden Valley came to Luoyang?

Put the names made of four grass poles in front of you, Lan Huan, Qi Yuan Xiao, Yin Gu, Tan Huan Lou, criss-crossing, and there is a missing line to connect them.

After the mud monkey left, Song Xueqiao and the little nerd sat in the tea shed for a while, staring at the straw and pondering for a while.

When the sun was setting and the fire was on his head, the old man in the gray hat finally chewed the last pinch of tobacco in front of him slowly, spit out a few mouthfuls of ash, and stood up leisurely.

The little nerd was sitting obediently and didn't dare to say much. When he saw the old man stand up, he felt a little frightened and couldn't help but tugged at Song Xueqiao's sleeve. Song Xueqiao came back to his senses, stood up quickly, bent over, and gestured to the old man twice. , the old man nodded expressionlessly, put the silver on the table into his waist pocket, turned and left.

Song Xueqiao brushed off his robe, led Xiao Shudai out of the tea shed, and started on the road, walking back and forth.

There was a "pop" sound behind him, the little nerd trembled, and looked back, the old man in the gray shirt was standing under the tea shed, he had already removed a wooden stake supporting the shed with one hand, and threw it into a small cart, which creaked. It made two beeps, and then fell silent again.

The little nerd suddenly turned his head to look at Song Xueqiao, Song Xueqiao frowned, and walked alone.

He was stunned, and there was another crackling sound behind him, and he couldn't help but look back at the tea shed. The old man had poured out the residual water from the pots and pans, unloaded it together with the oilcloth on the shed, and threw it into the car. Looking up, it seemed that someone was looking at him, and his chaotic eyes looked over here.

The little nerd froze, and didn't dare to look back.

"Who even demolished the shed?" He muttered.

Song Xueqiao raised his brows when he heard this sentence, lowered his head and smiled, "There are so many people like Grandpa Chazhi in the world, and each has their own way of life, so don't ask too much."

The old man behind him had already taken off his gray hat, and was pushing the squeaking cart towards the forest, but after a while, like the bowl of tea spilled on the ground, it disappeared completely.

"How to live?" The little nerd scratched his head, "What is the way to live?"

"The way to live is...what do you want to do in the future and how to do it." Song Xueqiao walked forward slowly, and said with lowered eyes, "Like a friend of mine in Huashan, who is unique in the world, punishes evil and eliminates rape, he is still your cousin Same, well-known disciple, dignified and gentle, you will be in charge of a party in the future, or you love to study, gain fame in the examination, and become an upright official in the court in the future, it’s all good, anyway, don’t be like me, not only have a bad reputation, but also die.”

The little bookworm raised his eyes, and suddenly said, "Xueqiao, you are fine."

Song Xueqiao felt that he had the potential to be a good example, when he was called out, his face twitched a little, "Who taught you?"

The little nerd avoided the topic again, looked down at his toes, "I'm hungry."

At three o'clock in the morning, just after lunch, before dinner, most of the restaurants on Luoyang Street have not yet opened, I thought to buy some sweets and peony cakes to stop the nerds for a while, but when the nerds opened their mouths, three or four were still there. Missing teeth and cavities leaking wind, Mr. Song hesitated again.

After searching for a long time, he managed to find a small shop that was still making a living. At that time, he had already held three rattan cats, two bunny rabbits, and a scroll of Zhuangyuan Policy Theory in his arms.

But this morning there is paper, and only those who study stupidly are interested in the bamboo slips. However, the little nerd stood straight at the door of the book stall, with two pairs of eyes, and stared at it until the boss blushed. After a discount, it still cost five dollars. Ten texts, Song Xueqiao's head and heart ached.

The little nerd is not tall and can't reach the ground, so he can only swing his legs in mid-air. A bowl of meat porridge is delicious, and his teeth are chattering.

Song Xueqiao sat beside him, and peeled two or three salted duck eggs for him with resentment, "I just ate so much at noon, how come you are hungry faster than the donkey pulling the mill?"

The little nerd said vaguely while putting the meat in the bowl, "Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep, I will refuse to answer this question."

Song Xueqiao paused and said, "Just now you said I'm fine, why don't you want to talk to me now?"

The duck eggs in his hand were snatched away, and all were thrown into the bowl, and they were mixed into a bowl of yellow porridge exuding a salty fragrance. The little nerd buried his head and sucked even louder.

"If you don't want to talk to me, just forget it." Song Xueqiao took a sip of tea, playing with the cloth rabbit, "Eat quickly, we'll be back in time for dinner."

The little nerd seemed to have chewed the egg yolk, and he pouted in satisfaction and couldn't stop nodding.

"Hahahahahahaha the young master is a young man, it's normal to eat a lot. One look at this young master has never been married, so he doesn't know the habits of young sons."

A cloud of blue clouds floated in front of his eyes, Song Xueqiao half put down the tea bowl, raised his eyebrows and looked around, four or five paulownia tables and chairs around him were empty, and there were only him and the little bookworm in the main hall of the small shop, he finally smiled at the people who came, Pointing to himself, "Are you talking about me?"

The man in Tsing Yi sat down in front of him generously, "I will never talk about Xiao Er."

Song Xueqiao raised his teacup and glanced behind the counter. The bearded boss had already disappeared.There was only one mistress crouching by the door with her neck shrunk, looking this way a little shyly.

If the visitor is not kind, even the kind person will not look for Song Xueqiao.

Slowly putting down the teacup, picking up a salted duck egg casually, Song Xueqiao said with a smile, "Isn't this brother also hungry from shopping at this time? Duck egg?"

The man in Tsing Yi smiled and waved his hands, "I ate at Defu Building at noon, and I'm still not hungry."

"Oh." Song Xueqiao slowly put down the duck egg again.

The little bookworm paused while holding the porridge bowl, and then he saw such a person in front of him. The man in the green shirt had gentle eyebrows and handsome eyes, and was quite bookish. In the eyes of children, this kind of person was the most harmless and easy to get close to. Just as Laishu cheered up and wanted to talk to him, a cloth rabbit that he bought at the market just now suddenly turned around and fell into his porridge bowl as if it had grown wings.

With a sound of "Wow--", the rabbit stopped an inch above the bowl, and was firmly dragged by a fan and fanned aside.

Song Xueqiao straightened the rabbit with a sad face, twisted a few strands of silk on the fan, and said, "Young master needs to grow up. I only found this bowl of porridge after dragging him halfway south of the city. I hope this brother will help you." show mercy."

The man in Tsing Yi smiled, a chopstick flew out of his hand, and poked at the rattan cat beside Song Xueqiao's wrist. Song Xueqiao's fan didn't move, but a round and glowing white ball flew out from behind the fan, which just happened to meet the tip of the chopsticks, and the two collided , all fell to the ground.

The protein was coated with a layer of mud.

The little bookworm was dumbfounded.

The man in Tsing Yi frowned and said, "Young Master Song, at his age, he still likes to play with these things."

The muddy salted duck egg was picked up by the black boots, and fell back into the hands of the man in Tsing Yi. He flicked it like a fish in water, with the chopsticks holding the duck egg, it flew towards the Songxue Bridge without hesitation.

Seeing the egg yolk splashing all over, the fan spread out suddenly, Wu Jin touched the wood, and the duck egg was inserted straight into the door frame with the chopsticks. The cloth towel rolled and crawled onto the street.

"Why do you scare people away?" The man in Tsing Yi's brows was sweating a little.

"It was this brother who scared my younger brother first, and we are not the same." Song Xueqiao reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth.

Another black landscape folding fan was opened in front of his eyes, and the black gold fan handle in his hand was pressed against the fan surface, and the two fans restrained each other, refusing to give way to each other.

The bowl in the little bookworm's hand fell to the table with a "snap".

"This brother is from Yingu?" Song Xueqiao didn't move at all, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

The man in Tsing Yi didn't move, he even picked up the teacup slowly with his other empty hand, took a sip of the tea and said, "Master Gu likes to make friends, and has admired the name of Mr. Song for a long time, so he paid his respects in Yingyang." I have not been able to get an answer to this post, and I am really sad and depressed, so I sent my subordinates to ask about it."

Song Xueqiao pushed the handle of the fan out three points, "Mr. Qi's remarks seem to be all Song's fault. There are so many masters under the command of Master Huagu, so there is no shortage of the next one."

The man in Tsing Yi was stunned, the folding fan in his hand trembled slightly, then he smiled and said, "You tried me with a duck egg?"

Song Xueqiao sneered, "It's obvious that the fan doesn't work well, so why bother to hold on, I'll see you poke a duck egg with a chopstick and fight with me, it's better than wasting it here."

The Shanshui folding fan suddenly burst out with two crisp sounds, the resistance failed, it shattered into pieces, and all of them fell on the table and the ground like rain.

Song Xueqiao didn't want to take advantage of others' danger, so he withdrew his fan.

From the moment the man in Tsing Yi entered the door, he was thinking about who this man was, without a sword or a knife, and he was not like an ordinary person with no power to restrain a chicken.

He arrived a long time late for the martial arts conference. He only heard that he did not see Qi Yuanxiao's respectable face. Now he knows that the only ones who followed him to Luoyang, except Emei, who is always arrogant and familiar, are only the mud monkeys. tall double hammer man.

As for people who are accustomed to using hammers, duck eggs poke chopsticks into hammers, and weapons can be tested.

Qi Yuanxiao looked at the pile of broken bamboo and said with a smile, "Qi is no match for Mr. Song's deep inner strength, and it also proves that Mr. Song is a dragon and phoenix among people. I am afraid that the owner of my family will cherish his talent even more."

"Don't be impatient, and don't be modest." Song Xueqiao put the Wujin fan back into his sleeve, propped his head and said, "Mr. Qi's folding fan must have been bought casually from a stall outside the restaurant, but it can be worth a stick of incense from a fan made by Ruan Yan , can be described as rare."

He paused and narrowed his eyes, "So in terms of internal strength, we...are on par."

Qi Yuanxiao clapped his palms and laughed loudly, "It seems that Mr. Song is not only excellent in martial arts, but also predicts things like a god. How do you know where I bought this fan?"

Song Xueqiao put on a half-smile, knocked on a roll of bamboo-woven policy theory by his side, and glanced resentfully at the little nerd who had frozen into a wooden sculpture, and said sadly, "If it wasn't because my younger brother pestered me to buy this volume of policy theory, Save fifty coins, this black bamboo fan is now mine."

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