Yanshan Exquisite Record

Qi Yuanxiao's long and narrow eyes swept over the little nerd, and then returned to Song Xueqiao with a smile on his face. He cupped his hands suddenly, and a thin green blade was pulled out from between his long sleeves, and flew forward.

But in the blink of an eye, the hall was silent again.

There was an extra leaf between Song Xueqiao's two fingers, the same material, the same handwriting, and the same small style. He carefully looked at the bright red three characters "Hua Yao Jiu" and suddenly smiled.

The little nerd's legs didn't shake anymore. This was the second time he was hit today, and his head turned like a rivet on his neck.

"Who is this?"

Song Xueqiao had already started to peel the third duck egg, lowered his eyebrows and concentrated on it, and only replied, "You can't talk about food."

The little bookworm was dumbfounded, and after a while he buried his head again, staring at the salted duck eggs in the bowl in a daze.

He didn't finish his tea and porridge all afternoon, and when Song Xueqiao dragged the hiccupping nerd back to the inn, he stood at the threshold and only glanced at it, then turned around and ran away.

"Stop! Who is outside the door?" The female voice was sharp.

Song Xueqiao froze and had no choice but to turn around.

Xiao Lingli was holding the side of the counter, only showing her steamed bun hat and a pair of sly eyes, she gave Song Xueqiao a painful look, shook her head, and retreated to the counter like a tortoise.

The eyes are all miserable white. If it weren't for the red stripe on their arms, anyone would think that this scene lacks a coffin and a girl in mourning.

But there are indeed girls, apart from the few at the door, the most eye-catching one is the girl with a cold face, a white dress, and the surroundings are like an ice cave. She is sitting opposite Pei Wunian who is drinking tea leisurely, holding a shivering little Tong Chunlin is like a chicken.

Emei is not a cult, so why bother making it so motivating.

Song Xueqiao sighed, the current situation is really inconvenient to step into the threshold, so he retreated out awkwardly, cupped his fists, "I brought my younger brother to stay here, I didn't know that all the heroes are here, disrespect and disrespect, I will leave now."

After all, he also glanced at Tong Chunlin and Pei Wunian, fortunately, both of them are interesting enough, one dealt with the tea in front of him calmly, the other shrank his neck and looked bitter, very good, there was no sign of betraying him.

The little nerd played by ear, took a step back and jumped out of the threshold.

waiting to escape--

"Nonsense!" With a long sword shining brightly, a little girl with a high crown and curly hair stepped forward and stood at the door, blocking his way, with a righteous face on her face, "Is there anyone without luggage? Besides, you are pregnant These things are clearly the residents of this place, if it is not for ulterior motives, why do you want to escape?"

Song Xueqiao turned his head and looked at the little girl with surprise, thinking that with such observation skills, what kind of Emei disciple is he? If he went to work in Dali Temple earlier, he might become the number one goddess in the world in two years.

The little girl puffed up her face and stared at him.

The beauty stared at him, and Song Xueqiao naturally looked back with a smile, but the good atmosphere was immediately broken by the acquaintance, and the male duck's throat broke and the gong roared, "Song Xueqiao!"

A square face popped out, Qiu Yi walked down from the second floor, and the long sword in her hand fell to the ground with a just right "bang".

There is an old saying that the road to enemies is narrow, and meeting enemies is bound to be bloody, and Song Xueqiao suddenly despaired.

Jade Emperor, Taishang Laojun, Yuanshi Tianzun...

Before he even mentioned Tathagata Buddha, the girl not far away got up and walked to his side, and said coldly, "Are you Song Xueqiao?"

Qiu Yi's temper is still not good, but she restrained herself a little in front of the girl, cupped her fists and gave him a gouging look, gritted her teeth, "Senior Sister, it's him."

His face was filled with righteous indignation, as if he was some heinous sinner, Song Xueqiao was very dissatisfied.

"You are Song Xueqiao who was abducted by Taoist Yanshan." Yi Fengyao asked the second time, although it was a question, but there was no question in the tone.

His complexion was cold, and his appearance of eighteen or nineteen was not as unbearable as Tong Chunlin said. His eyebrows and eyes were really clear, even a little more refined than Sikong Yueyao. There was a bright silver whip wrapped around his waist, light brown Eyes are staring at his face.

"Next is Song Xueqiao, but I don't want to have anything to do with the first four words." Song Xueqiao tugged at his collar and smiled politely.

There was still no smile on Yi Fengyao's face, she raised her hand slightly, "Then please discuss it in detail."

Tong Chunlin seemed to meet her gaze, and shivered again.

Qiu Yi lost her voice, "Senior Sister!"

Yi Fengyao glanced at him lightly, and although his words were plain but unquestionable, "Shut up, An Sheng eats."

Qiu Yi gritted her teeth and picked up the sword, and she and Goddess Catch crowded to another table to eat, chattering, still looking angry.

Song Xueqiao's heart felt dark for a while, and at the same time, he had a little more affection for Yi Fengyao, so he couldn't refuse, so he took the little nerd and sat down on the small table with a happy face.

The rattan cat and cloth rabbit in his hand are clever and cute, dangling back and forth, blinding the eyes of all the people in the room.

Tong Chunlin glanced at it, then lowered his head embarrassingly, and couldn't help but look up after a while, Pei Wunian still looked like the world was falling apart and had nothing to do with him, raised his eyes to the little bookworm and said, "You and Chunlin Brother go up and play for a while."

Tong Chunlin had been restless for a long time, but now, hearing what Pei Wunian said, he teased the little nerd without a second thought. The little nerd is a very delicate heart, so he took the thing from Song Xueqiao's hand without a second thought, and bowed to him leave.

Yi Fengyao looked at the bookworm suspiciously, but didn't ask any questions, and turned her head to drink tea quietly.

There is a certain type of people who would not ask a single word even if they had countless questions in their minds, so Song Xueqiao answered consciously, "This is my little cousin who lives in Luoyang, and I am here to play for two days."

"Oh." Yi Fengyao is still expressionless, his whole body is like an ice cave, and he doesn't know whether to believe it or not. After all, two people who are on official business still have the leisure to visit relatives and take care of their children. No one will believe it when they say it, but Song Xueqiao also There is no way to immediately make up a complete life experience for him, so I can only fool him.

Yi Fengyao slowly put down the teacup, looked at Pei Wunian, "I hope you two will forgive me for disturbing you a lot in the past two days of Spring's arrival."

Pei Wunian said lightly, "It's okay."

"Miss Yi, you don't have to call Song to come here just to thank you." Song Xueqiao laughed, "If you have something to say, please speak up."

Yi Fengyao raised her eyes, with no emotion in her eyes, "I want to ask you what you found out, of course, it's not for nothing."

Song Xueqiao couldn't help raising an eyebrow at her, there were actually such quick-witted people in Emei's group who didn't indulge in rules.

Yi Fengyao turned his head and said, "Taoist Mumei and Master Jingkun have hated each other for a long time. Although I am her disciple, I don't quite agree with her idea. It will take a few days to send a letter to Jianghu Pagoda. It's no good to regenerate variables in the meantime, since we have met, we might as well cooperate."

The words are clear, although she was taught by Jing Kun, she is not the same as Jing Kun.

Pei Wunian said, "I flew the biography back to Jianghu Tower early this morning."

Yi Feng rumored, "Just tell me what you found, and I won't suffer anyway."

"Miss Yi is an open-minded person." Song Xueqiao smiled, "Actually, it's okay to tell you. We have not found out who the murderer of the martial arts conference was in Luoyang in the past few days, but we understand one thing."

Yi Feng rumored, "What is it?"

Song Xueqiao raised his fan and tapped his palms, "Everyone thinks that Taoist Yanshan's hidden weapons and cheats were stored in the organ tomb after his death, but it is not the case. No matter how lonely Ding Mobai is, he always needs friends. Even like-minded hidden weapon hunters, these people also have Yanshan Mobing needles in their hands, so I want to remind you, instead of holding me here, it is better to find Ding Mobai's unknown friends and associates quickly. "

After finishing speaking, he glanced lightly at Qiu Yi who had an oil bottle hanging from his mouth, but Yi Fengyao didn't notice it, and asked with a frown, "Who is it?"

"The man has been dead for ten years. As far as I know, it should have nothing to do with the murderer of the martial arts conference. It is enough for Miss Yi to know so much." Drinking tea, "What about you, have you found anything in the hidden valley?"

Yi Fengyao lowered his head and looked at the cup in front of him, "Except for Chunlin being plotted against, we didn't find Qi Yuanxiao, so we went to Shaoshi Mountain overnight to ask Master Hui Chuang for help, but unfortunately the master is not in the temple."

Pei Wunian half propped his chin, "Master Hui Chuang is not in the temple? This is a strange thing."

"Isn't he often away from the temple?" Song Xueqiao wondered, "I remember that he always went to Wudang a few years ago?"

Yi Fengyao shook her head, "Since Master Chejing retired, he couldn't leave even if he wanted to, but this time he left."

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