Yanshan Exquisite Record

Lan Huan is Huayaojiu, and Huayaojiu is the owner of Hidden Valley.

Song Xueqiao had guessed about this when he came out of the Tanhuan Building, but after careful consideration at that time, he only thought that this person would be a left or right envoy connecting Yingu and Qi Yuanxiao, and he had already found out before them Some of the news about Mo Yunjian is not the owner of Huagu.

Because the leaders of the faction in his impression are mostly majestic old men like Zhang Zhongkui and Fang Xiao, rather than a broken sleeve who goes into battle personally in everything.

Tonight, when Lan Huan pushed the door in from the villa, he was instantly relieved. He had heard that Yingu's style had always been like this. The leaves were signed to invite wine for flowers, so the person who came would definitely be the owner of the flower valley. .

The yard is frosty and cold at night.

Lan Huan hugged the clay pot, and very politely closed the door for Master Chejing who couldn't move, and gestured to Song Xueqiao to jump up, and took the lead in spinning and flying up to the ridge of the roof, and sat down cross-legged calmly.

"Qinggong is not bad." Song Xueqiao followed up knowingly, stood aside and said hypocritically.

"Where, where, it's far worse than your Mr. Song." Lan Huan listened to the compliment and took another sip while holding the clay pot.

Song Xueqiao glanced at him coldly.

Lan Huan didn't realize it, wiped the corners of his mouth and raised his head, "I haven't been on the roof to watch the moon and drink since I was a child, but today I got a good opportunity."

"It's a pity that the wine is not good wine, there is no salt in it." Song Xueqiao sarcastically said.

There wasn't much rice in the pot, and he picked few wild vegetables. First, he scooped up a bowl and gave it to Master Chejing in the house. After drinking Huayaojiu so whole, he could already see the lacquered pot bottom.

His heart felt sour, at this moment he really wanted to reach out and snatch the pot, and then throw Master Hua Dagu down.

However, Lan Huan seems to never be able to understand the meaning of other people's words.

He brushed off his silver robe, propped his chin and grinned at him, "No, Mr. Song doesn't have to blame himself for not having any salt. This wine makes Lan feel better physically and mentally. It's already wonderful."

Song Xueqiao wrapped his collar, and said angrily, "The owner of the valley still wants to hire Song back to Yingu to be your cook?"

"Just kidding." Lan Huan had already defaulted to the entire title of "Valley Master", and said with a smile, "Mr. Song's craftsmanship is certainly good, but there are better things in this farewell villa."

Song Xueqiao frowned slightly.

Lan Huan suddenly reached out and took out a handful of herbal medicine from his bosom, carefully divided it into two parts, and held one part in front of Song Xueqiao's eyes.

Song Xueqiao didn't know what this meant, and stepped back three steps on the roof tiles as if facing an enemy, looking at him warily.

Of course he didn't forget the three people who died in the martial arts conference, Guisha Poison, Zijuecao, all sects and sects felt that Yingu was very suspicious, Hua Yaojiu, as the owner of the valley, can he accept what he gave?

Lan Huan seemed to see his concerns, sighed, retracted his hand again, and sighed, "If I wanted to kill you, I would have known you in Tanhuanlou."

Then he paused, "Maybe earlier."

Song Xueqiao was suddenly a little embarrassed, he went back calmly, coughed twice, "What are these?"

But Lan Huan suddenly smiled, threw the other half of the herbs into the mouth, and chewed them violently. There were still a few wisps of wet mud hanging on the roots of those herbs, and they trembled as they chewed, making them extremely disgusting.

But after chewing it twice, Lan Huan's delicate face began to twist uncontrollably.

Song Xueqiao was taken aback, and quickly stretched out his hands to grab the shaking straws, and said in surprise, "What are you doing?!"

Lan Huan stepped back a little to avoid his hand, frowned, and even swallowed the half of the wet mud, chewing and laughing, "It seems that you are a good person."

Song Xueqiao's hands froze in the air.

"Don't worry." Lan Huan coughed twice, seeming to swallow it all down, with a calm smile on his face, "It's just the weeds on the mountain behind here, and it won't kill anyone."

"So what do you want to do?" Song Xueqiao withdrew his hand and let out a wry smile. He was very puzzled, because Hua Yaojiu seemed not ready to have a serious talk with him about the few things in recent months since he entered this village. .

Lan Huan blinked, "Then I'd better get to the point as soon as possible."

Song Xueqiao had a very bad premonition, but he still calmly said, "Tell me."

"I'm here to help you." Lan Huan grinned again, with the pale moonlight shining on his face, "But it's not Bai Gang, I need you to tell me, do you have the true biography of Ding Mobai? I'm curious."

Ding Mobai who couldn't get around thousands of times.

Song Xueqiao squeezed his fists, tried his best to resist the urge to smash the courtyard, and said with a wry smile, "If you ask me this, doesn't it mean that you already believe that I have the true biography of Ding Mobai?"

Lan Huan tapped the pot nonchalantly, "I didn't say that. I hope you will tell me the truth yourself."

Song Xueqiao said, "Then you better tell me what you can do for me?"

Lan Huan raised his eyes and said with a smile, "I will tell you the clues of the three people who died in the martial arts conference."

Song Xueqiao smiled, obviously this answer was within his expectation.

Lan Huan said, "How is it?"

"Deal, I'll tell you the truth." Song Xueqiao took a deep breath and used the old rhetoric, "Master Huagu should know that my father was the one who killed Ding Mobai, and he beheaded Ding Mobai with a single knife. Being robbed, he died of an old illness due to his anger, because of emotion and reason, he and I are enemies, how could he get his true biography?"

Lan Huan wondered, "You've never met before?"

Song Xueqiao looked at his feet coldly, "Farewell Villa never lets outsiders in, so how did I get to know him? So if Master Huagu wants to get a master of hidden weapons from the Yanshan School, it's better to hire someone else."

"I don't need people from the Yanshan School." Lan Huan suddenly suppressed his smile, and snorted coldly, "I'm just more interested in Ding Mobai."

Song Xueqiao was a little surprised, this person would actually be angry?

Lan Huan stared at the pavilions under her feet, and there was a trace of hostility in her eyes.

"Naturally, the only member of the Yanshan faction is dead." Song Xueqiao hurriedly cleared his throat, "I have told you the truth, and you should also tell me about the martial arts conference."

Lan Huan was taken aback, as if remembering his promise, turned around and returned to normal, the anger dissipated on his face, knocked on the pottery pot, and smiled with his chin propped up.

"About the martial arts conference...I can only say that you are all wrong."

"how do I say this?"

"Are you all tracking down?"

"Yes."

"The Hidden Valley that appeared inexplicably for a year, and the Yanshan Mobing Needle that appeared inexplicably." Lan Huan smiled proudly, "If my guess is correct, Emei followed Ah Xiao to the news that Luoyang was in Chayingu, and Mr. Song, you Having suffered a lot from Ding Mobai, I will definitely find a way to find Yanshan Taoist's tomb first to track down Yanshan Mo Bingzhen, am I right?"

Song Xueqiao nodded and said, "Not bad."

"Then you are really wrong." Lan Huan couldn't help shaking her head, and her smile grew bigger and bigger.

"What do you mean?" Song Xueqiao frowned.

"I can assure you that Emei will find nothing in the end, including Wudang and Hengshan." Lan Huan's eyes were light and contemptuous, "You only think about how he died, but you never thought about why he died. The three of them."

Song Xueqiao opened his eyes slightly.

Lan Huan seemed to be very happy to see him show such an expression, and said to himself, "Everyone thinks Ding Mobai is a devil who kills without picking a target, but no one has ever thought about the real reason behind this, has he?"

Ruan Twelve Niang, Qiong Mo'er, and Duan Wuyi were all relatively junior in terms of seniority among various sects and sects, and they were not particularly capable. When they were killed, Song Xueqiao only felt that the murderer was picking soft persimmons.

Besides, Song Xueqiao had already figured out the backgrounds of these three people before they left Jianghu Tower. What huge hatred may be provoked.

Unless, there are others behind them.

Song Xueqiao took a deep look at Lan Huan, and the other party hung a lock of long hair on his shoulders innocently, and blew on it, as if deliberately giving him time to think.

This made him a little uncomfortable, "Master Gu doesn't consider telling me who is behind them?"

Lan Huan propped her chin and raised her eyebrows, "Who is behind them, do I need to say?"

Song Xueqiao bit her lips tightly, and finally had to recognize an obvious fact.

Who is behind it?There are so many sects in the martial arts conference, why only the Hengshan sect, Emei sect and Wudang sect were killed?

Behind Ruan Shierniang is Fang Xiao.

Behind Qiong Mo'er is Shangguan Qianrong.

Behind Duan Wuyi is... Zhang Zhongqi.

He can choose not to believe the other two, but Zhang Zhongkui, he is absolutely unwilling to doubt.

"Today's goal has been achieved, I believe what you said." Lan Huan drank the last mouthful of the already cold wild vegetable porridge, stood up and turned around, her robe fluttering in the wind, her voice was a bit ethereal.

"I only know so much, and the rest of Mr. Song can check it out by himself."

Song Xueqiao stared at his back, his face was as cold as ice.

"Flowers invite wine."

Lan Huan froze, but didn't look back.

"What's the relationship between you and Ding Mobai? You specially asked me to come to this place, isn't it just a simple interest?" Song Xueqiao said coldly.

He is proficient in hidden weapons and has a relationship with Ding Mobai, so it's hard not to be suspicious.

"It's been a long time since anyone called me by my full name." Lan Huan suddenly burst into laughter, "I'm actually the same age as you, but so many people call me Guzhu tremblingly. In fact, I'm not that scary, am I?"

Song Xueqiao was still waiting for his answer in the cold wind.

Seeing that he was silent, Lan Huan sighed suddenly, "For the sake of your porridge, let me tell you one more thing."

"I have a grudge against Ding Mobai. Today I'm here to recall bitterness and sweetness." Lan Huan's mouth curved into a contemptuous arc again, and his eyebrows frowned, "It's as simple as that."

The courtyard returned to silence, only a tattered pottery pot and a silent Song Xueqiao remained on the ridge of the roof.

On the lonely mountain and Geling, the shadows of the green trees trembled, and there were only a few bright stars in the sky. A breeze passed by in front of me, and a breeze fell behind me, and the roof tiles did not make any movement.

Song Xueqiao folded his arms and sighed, "Brother, what do you think of Hua Yaojiu?"

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After the physical test, it's even later QW□□