Yanshan Exquisite Record

"Duplicate appearances." The person beside him said lightly.

Song Xueqiao sighed in the direction where Hua Yaojiu was flying away, "How do you know?"

Pei Wunian tore off the mask from his face, folded it carefully and put it in his sleeves, and said slowly, "He looks like he's doing nothing and has a slippery tone, but he's actually a very vigilant person. Before you arrived, he searched carefully After the mountain."

Song Xueqiao raised his eyebrows, "Then you still dare to follow?"

Pei Wunian smiled, "Did he find me?"

"...No." Song Xueqiao was at a loss for words, and he didn't know why this person was so confident, so he coughed twice, "So how did you avoid him?"

Pei Wunian also seemed to feel that the roof was windy, so he didn't answer immediately, but flew down to the roof with his collar and stood still on the flat ground, frowned and patted the dust on his hands, and then smacked on Song Xueqiao's dusty Taoist robe with disgust. Wipe it off.

Song Xueqiao sighed, "It must be a very embarrassing place, you don't want to let it go."

Pei Wunian smiled, "I won't talk about this, but I can tell you something interesting."

Song Xueqiao said, "Don't be tricky."

Pei Wunian said, "His kung fu is not boy kung fu, but it can be seen that he has put in a lot of effort. Although his light kung fu is good, his steps are weak, his left leg was seriously injured, and he is very afraid of this courtyard, or Ding Mobai."

Song Xueqiao wondered, "Afraid of Ding Mobai? How do you know?"

Pei Wunian said, "He searched all over the back mountain, but he didn't search the courtyard carefully. Even if he went to look for you in the house later, he wandered outside for a long time before pushing the door in."

"He said he has a grudge against Ding Mobai, and it's not unreasonable to be afraid of this place." Song Xueqiao pondered for a while, then suddenly lowered his head, it seemed that the most urgent task was not the grievances between Hua Yaojiu and Ding Mobai, but Zhang Zhongyu.

Song Xueqiao sighed, "You should have heard what he said on the roof. What if our master is a black crow?"

"I haven't thought about it." Pei Wunian shook his head, "Because he won't be a black crow."

"Okay, one last question." Song Xueqiao sighed, "Why are you here? Where's your aunt?"

It took him less than half a month to go from Yingyang to Yanshan. Unless Pei Wunian could fly, there was no way he could have arrived before him after returning to Jianghu Tower.

"I bumped into Yueyao outside the city. She was very worried about your safety, so she took the jade tube and went back to Jianghu Tower first, and asked me to come to support you."

"That can't be so fast, right?" Song Xueqiao was frightened.

"Of course it's me." Pei Wunian glanced at him and said with a sneer, "But if you didn't stop by Qiantang to celebrate Miss Huayun's birthday, you can't tell."

"Cough cough." Song Xueqiao coughed dryly, "This time you really wronged me, it's just a few acquaintances, please come here."

"It turns out that the baby is a few friends." Pei Wunian didn't intend to talk to him, turned around and pushed open the door of Master Chejing's room.

Song Xueqiao patted himself on the forehead, the so-called which pot does not open and which pot to lift, Miss Huayun and him are indeed baby kisses, but this baby kiss makes people laugh and cry.

Song Hua and his family are not family friends, one lives in Zilang, the other lives in Qiantang, and there is no big relationship. Originally, horses and horses are irrelevant, but Song Dingya is born to make troubles, and he wants to get involved in Jianghu affairs. He also loves to intervene. When he was young, he took a boat trip to Qiantang with Mr. Hua. After talking about business, the two became confidants naturally.

The two people who were married at that time were still in the mother's womb. Mrs. Hua wanted a son, because the first two babies were daughters, and Mrs. Song wanted a daughter, because Song Yanting was gentle, sweet and caring, and he was more mischievous than a mischievous one. Well done son.

The two wives went to the temple together to ask for a lottery, and they both got what they wanted. The old monk said with tears in his eyes that the two were so blessed that they would be able to win a man and a woman with one stroke, so Song Dingya sold his son decisively, laughing loudly He said that he would be betrothed to the Hua family when the youngest daughter came into the world.

But things backfired, half a month after Miss Huayun was born in Qiantang, Song Xueqiao came into the world on kicks.

After growing up, Song Xueqiao became more and more inhumane. Naturally, the Hua family didn't want to marry their daughter to Linglong Villa as a grieving wife, so the two families treated it as a joke.

Huayun is not considered as beautiful as a fairy, but she has the gentle atmosphere of Xiaojiabiyu. She has always been on good terms with Song Yanting, and she is also very decent. He was greeted with a smiling face, this time he passed by Qiantang, happened to meet him, so he had a meal along the way, unexpectedly Pei Wunian looked over.

The firewood in the house was not extinguished, and the skeleton was lying on the shelf.

Master Chejing opened his eyes, still unable to move. He drank half of the wild vegetable porridge and sprinkled a little bit on the messy quilt.

Seeing someone coming in, he tilted his head again, and said with some difficulty, "How come the ones that went out look different from the ones that came in?"

Song Xueqiao smiled and said, "It doesn't matter whether it's the same or not, Master can't just lie here, why don't I find a place for you to cultivate?"

Pei Wunian glanced at the female corpse, then at your robe with uneven corners and the hat on Che Jing's head, and understood most of it in his heart, sighed, "Master Hui Chuang has been looking for you."

Che Jing smiled and said, "Looking for an old trash who is about to commit a heinous mistake?"

Song Xueqiao smiled wryly, "It's not a big mistake if the cheat book is stolen, there are always some villains."

Chejing snorted softly in her nostrils, and closed her eyes calmly, "Little Taoist priest, you have felt my pulse, and you should know that I can't live for two days. If it is really good for me, come back in three days and clean up for me. Don't tell Hui Chuang about the corpse, I am grateful."

But after a while, intermittent breathing sounded, and Song Xueqiao wanted to say more, but Pei Wunian suddenly reached out, pulled him out, and gently closed the door.

The two walked down the mountain path under the thin moonlight. The old grass was luxuriant, and the glory of the past was long gone.

Song Xueqiao said, "Why don't you persuade Master Chejing?"

Pei Wunian said, "The disciples of Shaolin Baishi have all persuaded them, is it useful?"

Song Xueqiao looked at him, then sighed, "Then really come back to collect his body in three days?"

Pei Wunian stopped suddenly, looked at the ground, "Didn't the helper come already?"

Before Song Xueqiao could understand what he meant, his feet suddenly tilted. Before he could stabilize his figure, he took a quick glance and saw a pale hand stretched out from the mud, grabbing his trouser leg.

The veins on the hands are distinct, and all ten fingers have long armor, which looks like a ghost with withered vines.

No matter how courageous a person was, he would sweat coldly at this scene. Before Song Xueqiao could grab Pei Wunian and call for help, he was dragged inside.

There was a sneer of a creepy woman in front of him, and a needle touched his brow.

"I have been dead for more than [-] years, and this is the first time someone dared to step on my head."

Song Xueqiao shivered and cleared his throat, "The one above stepped on it too, why didn't you catch him?"

The laughter flashed behind him again, "I hate smooth-tongued people the most."

Song Xueqiao turned his head suddenly, and immediately came face to face with a bloody face wrapped in wet long hair.

The woman was hanging upside down, grinning at him, Song Xueqiao also licked the corner of her mouth in a friendly way, reached out and grabbed the sticky long hair, and yanked it to the ground desperately.

The female ghost fell to the ground with a "bang—" and couldn't stop humming, her voice suddenly became a man's, "Hey, Song Xueqiao, you're going to die!!"

"Aren't you the one who died? It's been 20 years!" Song Xueqiao feigned panic, "Miss, how do you know my name? Don't take me to hell! I haven't lived enough yet!"

"You, you, you... shut up!" The female ghost was furious, "You are nothing if you know that I am the one who hit you so hard!"

"Lonely ghost, how do I know who you are?"

"I, I, I... break off friendship!"

"Can you threaten me in a fresh way?"

"cannot!"

"Ma Xiaoyu, your temperament is not attractive." Song Xueqiao knelt down and pulled off the ghost's long hair with his hands. The person lying on the ground immediately turned into a spooky young man, looking at him through gnash teeth.

Song Xueqiao ignored it, looked around, and immediately understood where Pei Wunian was hiding, and slapped the young man on the shoulder again, "There is a way to steal the promised ones, dig the graves of corrupt officials, smash the graves Bully's Tomb, what are you digging this ordinary little grave for?"

"I, Ma Xiaoyu, have always been able to do what I promise!" The young man seemed to have had enough of lying down, and suddenly got up on the spot with a backflip, tied up his hair randomly, and said confidently, "How can this kind of mindless grave-digging method be my night wandering spirit?" It’s a masterpiece, don’t talk too much, I’m here to discuss something with you.”

"What's important?" Song Xueqiao wondered, "There are no gambling houses and brothels within a radius of five hundred miles."

Ma Xiaoyu is a thief, and a thief who likes to dig people's graves. If he usually finds Song Xueqiao, the so-called important things are gambling houses, brothels and taverns, but now Song Xueqiao has no time to hang out with him.

"Besides gambling and drinking, I have beautiful girls, and occasionally I have serious business." Ma Xiaoyu shook his head, jumped onto the red-painted gold coffin, and sat down comfortably.

Song Xueqiao was not polite, and hummed, "There is still grave digging."

"How can you say that?" Ma Xiaoyu's eyes widened. "Digging a grave is not a big deal, it's a big deal! But no big deal can compare to this."

Song Xueqiao frowned, "Is it really that serious?"

Ma Xiaoyu nodded, and said helplessly, "In fact, the Luoyang government has been strict in the past few days, so I went to Jiangsu and Zhejiang to see if there are any fat sheep. When this happened, I went to Linglong Villa to look for you. The servant said that you went to Yingyang , I thought about looking for you all the way, when I arrived in Qiantang, the Hua family was holding a birthday banquet, I thought maybe you would come, so I stayed for a few days, and you did come."

Song Xueqiao wondered, "Then why didn't you come to me directly?"

Ma Xiaoyu blinked, "I don't have a good reputation, and the Hua family is a sour and scholarly family, so I didn't dare to trouble you, I just wanted to wait for you to come out, but I didn't expect you to dress up as an old Taoist priest and sneak away first."

Song Xueqiao coughed dryly, it was not a good thing for Ma Xiaoyu to see his appearance, "So you followed after you found out?"

Ma Xiaoyu nodded, "I chased you to the vicinity of Yanshan Mountain, but I found a silver-clothed man near Yanshan Mountain. His martial arts is not low. I couldn't judge his quality, so I pretended to remind you, but you didn't notice. "

"That old man?" Song Xueqiao raised his eyebrows, and suddenly realized that his teeth were abnormally white while holding a cigarette bag and pot. There was indeed a ghost, but at that time he was full of flowers and wine, so he was negligent.

"Then you went up the mountain." Ma Xiaoyu dragged his chin, "I was thinking about what to do, but I was caught by your senior brother, so I asked him to hide here with me."

Song Xueqiao said, "Then you can tell my senior brother first, why drag me to this kind of place alone?"

Ma Xiaoyu shook his head and said decisively, "I, Ma Xiaoyu, are your friends, but not Pei Wunian's. Although I have met him a few times and he has a good reputation, I dare not argue with someone I am not familiar with on this important matter. People say."

Song Xueqiao raised his eyebrows.

Ma Xiaoyu said to himself again, "But he should be a good person. Even if it would make people feel uncomfortable to say something like 'I don't believe you', he still nodded and agreed to take you here and let us be alone. speak."

Song Xueqiao thought to himself, this was the first time Pei Wunian didn't help him when he saw him in trouble, so that's what happened.

"If you want to say it, don't say it here, you're in a panic." He glanced at the coffin and the dark tomb beside him, shuddered suddenly, and smiled at Ma Xiaoyu, "If Pei Wunian still can't believe it, Then there are no reliable people in this world."

The moon has disappeared into the layers of evening clouds again, and the clear light is no longer there, only a thick black shadow remains.

Pei Wunian stood at the entrance of the robbery cave with his hands behind his back, seeing two figures jumping out from behind the bluestone slab, he said clearly, "Looks like we've already talked."

"No." Song Xueqiao patted the dirt on his hands, "I taught him a lesson."

Ma Xiaoyu folded his arms, walked forward swaggeringly, and said to Pei Wunian, "Since Song Xueqiao believes in you, then I can tell you about this... eh."

Pei Wunian raised his eyes and glanced at Song Xueqiao.

As if nothing had happened, Mr. Song withdrew the hand that was pinching Ma Xiaoyu, clenched his fist and dragged his chin, "Let's get down to business."

Ma Xiaoyu rubbed his arms and hummed twice, wanting to cry, but the words came out in shock, "Song Xueqiao, someone dug up your father's grave."

The author has something to say:

The main storyline is officially opened, and the protagonist is collecting evidence... [Get cheats] Ma Xiaoyu. (It's enough