Yanshan Exquisite Record

Song Xueqiao was woken up by the heat. Even if he was wandering in a dream, he still couldn't figure out why he was so hot that he was sweating when the westerly wind was blowing.

He turned over with his eyes closed, trying to tear off the straw on his body, but suddenly caught something soft, which was cold, like the frozen bean cake made by the grandmother next door, very fragrant and delicious.

He grabbed it comfortably, smashed it, smashed it, was busy with Lu Zhanmu's troubles tonight, and forgot to go to the kitchen to steal something hot to eat, it was really a mistake.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Zang Temple finally began to call out softly.

Frozen bean cakes floated slowly in front of my eyes.

Song Xueqiao stared at it with wide eyes, knowing that the jelly bean cake floated in front of his eyes like a flattery, he opened his mouth and bit it without thinking, but the jelly bean cake shrank suddenly and avoided it.

"It's terrible! I've become a spirit!" Song Xueqiao was frightened, stared straight up and ran out desperately, the jelly bean cake essence beside him seemed to be startled by him, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull him back .

A faint coolness hit the tip of his nose, his mouth was covered, and Song Xueqiao quickly regained consciousness.

Jelly Bean Cake Jing spoke, her tone was a little anxious and depressed, "Do you want to be beaten to death by Master Song?!"

Although he didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend, Song Xueqiao absolutely didn't want to be caught by Song Dingya at this moment, so he shook his head firmly.

Jelly Bean Cake listened vigilantly to the movement around him, and after confirming that there was no one there, he released him with a sigh of relief, and sat down in silence again.

Aside.

It was completely dark outside, with only a bit of cold moonlight, and there was no sound behind the house. Song Xueqiao couldn't see who was coming, but he was sure.

It must not be Lu Zhanmu, and this person doesn't seem to want him to be caught by Song Dingya. He touched the thick quilt on his body and was very moved. He clasped his fists and said, "I don't know which hero you are? The kindness of dripping water, my brother will surely be a fountain Report to each other!"

Jelly Bean Cake was startled, as if looking up at him in the dark, then lowered her head again without answering.

Song Xueqiao was not afraid of anything, thinking that what he touched was probably this person's hand just now, it was so cold, and he didn't answer, weird thoughts came out of his head, and he started talking nonsense, "Could it be that your Excellency is a ghost? To do good deeds and do good deeds in order to reincarnate?"

Hearing what he said, Dongdou Cake made a little movement again, a pair of round eyes shone brightly in the darkness, and seemed to look at him even more incredulously, Song Xueqiao shrank back under the quilt, "I don't Say it, don't say it, how do you reincarnate, how do you reincarnate."

"I... am here to apologize to you on behalf of Junior Sister." Dong Bean Cake opened his mouth with some hesitation, "It's wrong to beat you up like that, and I hope you Don't take it to heart, she has always been like this."

"Ah?" Song Xueqiao's mind was spinning rapidly, junior sister?Apologize?

He suddenly thought of a person, and immediately said happily, "Brother Pei!"

"..." Pei Wunian seemed very unaccustomed to being treated so warmly, so he moved a little further away.

Song Xueqiao made quick calculations in a short period of time. He felt that with Pei Wunian's sword skills, he was very likely to become a member of his and Lu Zhanmu's evil squad.

In addition, that little face is as delicate as a girl's, if they get into trouble, they just need to push Pei Wunian out and cry a few words, maybe he won't have to flee to the world every day.

So he moved to Pei Wunian's side, and said with a chuckle, "Brother Pei, it's a trivial matter, and we have something wrong, no, you don't have to worry about it."

"Really?"

"Really." Song Xueqiao scratched his head, "How is Lu Zhanmu?"

Pei Wunian didn't have a sword in his hand at this time, and he was in a small ball. He whispered, "You have taken all the charges, so Mr. Lu is fine. I just went to apologize to him, and he was about to give you a gift. Quilt, say you are here."

"No wonder, I said my place is quite secretive." Song Xueqiao looked up at his kennel, thinking that Lu Zhanmu was quite benevolent.

He continued to befriend, "However, you are the first to enter this place, so we will be buddies from now on!"

"Brother?" The moon slanted in, Pei Wunian's eyes were quite pure, he seemed to be very new to this word.

"Look!" Song Xueqiao broke his fingers for him, "Lu Zhanmu is the eldest son of Yin Shui's family. He also has a sister who is three years younger than him. I don't know if he is breastfeeding. I have only me in my family, and the elder sister above you. It's Wudang's disciple, I checked, and the one who kissed you was that little girl Sikong Yueyao."

"So, we have no brothers, only sisters, why don't we become buddies?" Song Xueqiao clapped his hands after counting several big villas.

"Walking in the rivers and lakes?" Pei Wunian hugged his knees, and looked at him with a strange expression, "Aren't you the owners of the villa?"

"Being the owner?" Song Xueqiao propped his chin, "Like my father, he socializes and visits all day long. He doesn't look like a knight-errant. It's really boring."

"But what about Linglong Villa's martial arts?" Pei Wunian seemed to find it difficult to understand his answer. As we all know, Linglong Villa is the only sect that has achieved double winners in the martial arts competition so far.

And different from other sects, Linglong Mountain Villa is good at dual weapons, one sword and one whip. Among them, the swordsmanship is broad and precise, there are soft swords as thin as leaves, and there are fine iron epees weighing more than a thousand catties. Song Xueqiao's grandfather Song Huai The "Wu Shuang Sword Manual" created has a total of 48 volumes and has been passed down as a myth by the martial arts.

As for the whipping method, Song Xueqiao's sister Song Yanting entered the ring at the age of 16. In less than half an hour, a soft iron whip had already thrown off seven or eight well-known masters on the list, which can be seen.

Such a prestigious family and peerless martial arts are hard for outsiders to ask for. Not only did Song Xueqiao not want to be the owner of the villa, he even bluntly said that he found it boring.

"Martial arts? It's fine if I know it." Song Xueqiao didn't care. "Besides, I don't like to use swords. It's easy to hurt people with swords. Human life is precious, so it's better to use hands."

"Hmm..." Pei Wunian nodded, as if he felt that what he said made sense.

"Also! Your Wudang swordsmanship is really powerful. I didn't even notice that the sword touched my neck!" Song Xueqiao patted him half-heartedly, half-flatteringly, "It's too fast!"

Children love others to praise themselves, and Pei Wunian is no exception. Song Xueqiao was happy about his petty thinking, but was interrupted. Pei Wunian shook his head, "No, it's not fast enough. My master is much faster."

Pei Wunian was quite serious, with bright eyes, looking at him with enthusiasm.

Song Xueqiao didn't know how to answer this. After a while, he patted Pei Wunian's shoulder maturely, "Brother Pei, you are still young, and now those who have reached the level of Taoist Mumei are either monsters or gods, but after ten years , maybe you will be able to become a teacher!"

He said this sincerely, with a conscience of heaven and earth.

"really?"

"Really!" Song Xueqiao swears to the sky with three fingers, and continues to fool around, "Then let's pray, so that I can witness the day you become a martial arts master in the future!"

Pei Wunian blushed a little excitedly, "Yes."

Song Xueqiao was overjoyed, he didn't expect this kid from Wudang to be so easy to deceive, he got up quickly, lifted the quilt, and began to dig deep into the haystack. Soon, a small moon cake left over from the Mid-Autumn Festival, a few twisted flowers , A jar of rice wine was dug out by him and held in his arms.

"What are you doing?" Pei Wunian was a little curious.

"Please!" Song Xueqiao said eloquently, "There is no chicken, no sheep, no pigs, so it should be fine to use moon cakes and twists. As for drinking blood..."

"Wait? Do you want blood?" Pei Wunian's voice trembled.

"No, no, no!" Song Xueqiao patted him to express comfort, and then buried himself down to tinker, "That hurts too much, so I can use rice wine to fix it."

After those small objects were arranged one by one, the moon poked its head out of the clouds in a very respectful manner, illuminating the golden haystacks covered in silver, which was really beautiful.

Song Xueqiao led Pei Wunian to worship the moon skillfully, and then suddenly remembered, "Brother Pei, how old are you?"

Pei Wunian seriously recalled, "When Master picked me up, I will be weaned. They said that I was born in August of the tenth year of Xuanzheng."

"Then you are nine years old. I was born in the twelfth lunar month of the 11th year of Xuanzheng, and I will be nine years old this year! Then I should call you Brother Pei!" Song Xueqiao concluded with a smile.

"Oh, good." Pei Wunian nodded in a daze.

Pei Wunian was a little dazed, Pei Wunian was a little dazed, Pei Wunian was fierce and fast with his sword, these were the three biggest impressions Song Xueqiao had of him in childhood.

Thanks to his junior sister, on the third day, all the houses were gone after the banquet, and when he finally sneaked out of the haystack, Song Dingya ignored the pleas of Song Yanting and Mrs. Song for the first time, and picked him up. His pants hurt, and he yelled with his neck red while beating, "I told you to bully the little girl! I told you to spoil Zhan Mu! I told you to provoke the elder brother!"

Song Xueqiao bit the corner of the bench, closed his eyes and shouted that the game was well done, not in the slightest sense of displeasure, while secretly happily hooking up with a buddy, while thinking about when he should go out and wander the rivers and lakes.