Yanshan Exquisite Record

An expert once said that the most painful thing in the world is the heart of a prodigal son, and his life is the life of the master.

Lu Zhanmu, who was young, and Master Hui Chuang, who grew up with him, have personally interpreted the mystery of this sentence vividly.

Being young has its advantages, such as Lu Zhanmu, who can disregard Yinshui Villa's vast net to hunt him down, be a ranger and roam free, even if he doesn't go home, no one will do anything to him.

Older people have helplessness, such as Master Hui Chuang, even if he has the heart to be a bird in the sky, he has to be trapped in this cage surrounded by fireworks in Shaolin.

Although none of the three people who died in vain in this martial arts conference was from Shaolin, Shaolin is not as idle as other sects, and the reason is hard to explain.

The founding foundations of the Zen sect are nothing more than the world-renowned "Arhat Fist" and "Twelve Ways of the Broken Stick", which were hidden in a hidden place in the temple by the presiding officer of the previous generation, Che Jing, and no one has ever known where they are.

A year ago, a sudden change occurred. It is very likely that the few big Buddhas in Shaoshi Mountain were not enough incense and did not give face, and the secret books were stolen overnight. After searching for half a year in the sea of ​​bitterness, I still couldn't catch a shadow of the cheat book.

In the end, miserable, with a small boat and a cloud of smoke and rain, he returned to Shaoshi Mountain, took off his robe and went ashore, and decisively pushed his chief disciple, Confucian monk Hui Chuang, into the sea of ​​suffering.

It is announced that Wuyan will be the host again, and Hui Chuang will be the successor.

Master Hui Chuang, who has always loved running around the rivers and lakes, had expected this day to come, but he did not expect this day to come so quickly. He sat in front of the gate of Shaoshi Mountain with his small parcel in his arms and sat in depression for three days. Finally, he resigned to his fate and returned to the temple. , wiping tears and sitting in the meditation room, saying goodbye to my happy years.

Originally, the succession of the presiding officer was due to the passing away of the previous generation, and Che Jing was still alive. He could not really be blamed for the theft of the secret book.

However, Master Chejing is a master after all, and he must act in the manner that a master should have. It is absolutely not enough to pass on the position.

So Yao Mozi fluttered his wings and appeared on the day of the succession ceremony, before the heads of dozens of families, Master Che Jing handed over the cassock and scepter, shook his beard and urinated.

A small boat at the foot of the mountain outside the temple disappeared again, together with several monk robes, only the word "retirement" left in the room.

Chejing had no spare money to spare, and when he was old and weak, he left the mountain rashly and was very likely to starve to death on the way. Therefore, the monks who had always been prudent exploded into a pot of porridge. While looking for the secret script, they also began to tirelessly search for the former host path of.

Since then, Hui Chuang has been living in a small room for a long time, never leaving the door or stepping out of the door, all kinds of things are incomparably complicated, and a good monk has turned into a big girl in the boudoir.

Someone once joked, "If Hui Chuang had hair, I'm afraid it would have been lost in the past six months."

The small candle was flickering on and off, Song Xueqiao was holding the teacup, feeling mixed feelings in his heart, "Unexpectedly, I have really escaped from the world for a long time. The last time I saw Master Hui Chuang, I was 17 years old."

Yi Feng rumored, "When we went up the mountain, it was said that we had heard from Master Che Jing recently, so Master Hui Chuang left the mountain, and he had no other time to meddle in our business, so we had nowhere to go."

Pei Wunian continued, "Then I met them and their group in the horse market this morning."

Seeing his seriousness, Song Xueqiao couldn't help laughing, no matter how he looked at it, he did it deliberately to get rid of Tong Chunlin.

Yi Fengyao raised her eyebrows, "What are you laughing at?"

"No, no." Song Xueqiao waved his hand, "I'm just thinking about what to do next."

Yi Fengyao was still indifferent, "We'll feed our hunger for now, and we'll go back to Jianghu Tower tomorrow to discuss."

Pei Wunian smiled and said, "That's exactly what I mean too."

It must have taken a lot of trouble for Emei to stay in this inn, and she couldn't eat safely. Xiao Lingli served the food three times, and her legs shook into sieves every time.

On the other side, Qiu Yi gritted her teeth and made some unknown noises on purpose, and after she was fooling around, Song Xueqiao and Qiu Yi each rolled their eyes and slammed the door "bang", looking at each other with disgust.

Tong Chunlin didn't know what method he used to coax the bookworm into hugging him. No matter how cold Yi Fengyao is, it's not easy to lose his temper in front of the bookworm, so he could only slam the door with a "bang" to show his anger.

After three "bangs", Xiao Lingli held onto the counter and completely collapsed, letting out a long sigh of relief.

There was no one in Shaoshi Mountain to answer them, and they couldn't disturb them, so they could only leave together with the little bookworm in their pockets. In the early morning of the next day, Song Xueqiao suddenly took another road with his horse.

The morning mist was faint, and in front of the horse pile at the entrance of the inn, only Tong Chunlin and Qiu Yi were staring at each other.

Song Xueqiao's temples twitched twice, and he began to suspect that Qiu Yi wasn't prejudiced against him, but that people were born with the virtue of venting their nostrils.

Tong Chunlin saw him coming out to lead the horse to another road, and kindly pointed the way with a bitter face, "Brother Song, this is the way back to Yingyang."

Before Song Xueqiao could answer, Qiu Yi sat on the horse and sneered, "Brother Song? Heh, I see that your clothes should be changed to those from Wudang or Linglong Villa. It must look better than now."

Tong Chunlin had no choice but to shut up again.

Song Xueqiao took the rein, turned around and smiled brightly at Qiu Yi, "Mr. Qiu is masculine and masculine. Wearing Wudang Taoist clothes or Linglong Villa's Confucian clothes will definitely look better than Ah Lin. I have them there. I will send them to Emei when I have time. And put it on, let Mrs. Jingkun and Master Mumei appreciate it together and see which one is more beautiful."

Qiu Yi's face instantly matched the bottom of the pot.

Fortunately, Yi Fengyao came out from the inn very quickly, leading a group of people in a hurry, Pei Wunian brought a doll and stood beside her, the momentum was not lost, Song Xueqiao leaned against the horse with her arms folded and shook her head, thinking It is said that Wudang and Emei can't deal with it, but the two big disciples they taught are unparalleled, with silver whips and long swords, one is cold, the other is warm, and they have a somewhat respectful posture.

Song Xueqiao patted himself on the forehead, and said a few words to Amitabha, the word Xindao should not be used indiscriminately.

Lifting his eyes, Pei Wunian had already walked in front of him, and looked at him suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Song Xueqiao laughed dryly, "Stiff neck, stiff neck."

As the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, the little bookworm hugged a bag of mooncakes specially made for him by Xiao Lingli, and narrowed his fox eyes, "Stiff neck, why are you patting your head?"

Song Xueqiao clenched his fist and coughed dryly, then changed the subject, "Little cousin, let me take you home first."

Yi Fengyao and his party had finished packing up, Song Xueqiao thought that the best thing about her was that she never asked more questions than she should, and she just held her fists in a heroic manner, and led the Emei disciples away across the dust.

Pei Wunian looked at the wolf smoke, untied the horse rope, and asked suspiciously, "Aren't you going to send him back to Wudang?"

"Back to Wudang?" Song Xueqiao picked up the little nerd and put him on the horse.

The horseback was slightly taller than the little nerd, so the little nerd crookedly held the mooncake and couldn't keep his balance. His little face was pale with fright, and he hummed to Song Xueqiao, "You you you...let me go down."

Song Xueqiao supported him by the waist and lifted it down again, spread his hands and said, "See, he was born to read sage books and test his fame. Don't say that you and I were already able to ride a horse to hunt when we were 11 years old. He even got off the horse by himself." Even scared, you still send him to fight and kill?"

Hearing the words "beat, kill, kill", the little nerd hugged the moon cake very cooperatively and shook his head violently twice.

Song Xueqiao approached Pei Wunian, and whispered, "Besides, how do you explain his origin to the Wudang gang?"

Pei Wunian raised her eyes, "Let's just say I picked it up, or it doesn't matter if my life experience is made public."

"Senior brother, it's not a good thing to be upright sometimes." Song Xueqiao sighed, kicked the stones beside his feet, and said in a low voice, "You have been in pain from Zhang Zhongkui since you were a child, so it is understandable to not know the hardships involved, there is no impenetrable wall. "

Pei Wunian put his hands behind his back and remained silent.

"Actually, I know that if you get involved with Taoist Yanshan, you will never want to live in peace for the rest of your life. He is your own brother-in-law. If you miss the bottom one day, do you really have the heart to see him become like me?"

What Song Xueqiao said was the truth, just looking at his nerd style and missing the age of Tong Zigong, he definitely won't be able to get anywhere in Wudang, if he really picked it up, that's all. There are a lot of enemies, once they get involved in these disturbances, even Pei Wunian may not be able to protect him, so it's better to break it clean from the beginning.

Pei Wunian is a smart person, he understands every single point, and sighed, "Then what do you think?"

"It's very simple, let him also call me cousin and send him back to Linglong Villa."

Song Xueqiao walked to the side, pulled the little nerd over, and said with a smile, "Little cousin, tell me, do you want to fight and kill? Or find a warm mountain and soft water to study?"

The little bookworm blinked, "Xueqiao, are you giving me two ways?"

Song Xueqiao tilted his hand.

Pei Wunian's usually gentle face suddenly had a look of not being able to bear to look directly at him, and he turned his head away calmly.

Song Xueqiao laughed without hope, "Who told you to call me that?"

Sure enough, the little bookworm lowered his head to look at the bag in his arms, and suddenly changed his tone, "Then which one do you want me to choose?"

The charming and pitiful appearance suddenly reminded Song Xueqiao of a night in Tianxiang Tower many years ago, when the bustard sent the popular Yanniang up to serve, but he just came here to sleep and had no intention of mandarin ducks, but Yanniang was the number one. She was a bit arrogant, thinking that Song Xueqiao had high eyesight and looked down on her, so she didn't want to leave.

He was very sleepy, so he gave him two choices, one was to sit on a chair and watch him sleep until he woke up, or the other was to go out and ask others to get enough oil and water, and come back tomorrow morning to collect some rewards.

Obviously it is a question that even a fool knows how to choose, but Yan Niang does not.

I vaguely remember Hongzhu Qiansha, Yanniang was only wearing a thin gown, sitting on the side of the couch with tears in her eyes, her voice was sad and complaining like a strong wind blowing in a wild grave, "Which one do you want me to choose, my lord?"

A cold sweat broke out.

After recovering, the little nerd still blinked at him.

Song Xueqiao couldn't help but patted his forehead again, made a final decision, and said boldly, "Go back to my brother's house, and I'll hire the best gentleman for you! Study and get a good grade!"

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Update update for playing chicken blood~~ Sorry for the lack of IQ recently