Yanshan Exquisite Record

Yanshan is faster from Zilang by water. Ma Xiaoyu is a person who has a beginning and an end. I don't know where to get a small boat, tied it firmly with a hemp rope, and leaning against the shallow water. The old man from last night was guarding the shore with his grandson on his back. .

It was rainy on the side of the mountain, and the sky on both sides was snow-blue. After the heavy rain, the trees and mountains were covered with layers of water vapor, and the gray ground was like tulle, just like Song Xueqiao's bluish forehead and eyelids.

Ma Xiaoyu got up early and opened the door to see his appearance, the corners of his mouth turned to the sky, and he laughed wildly, "Song Xueqiao, Song Xueqiao, this time you are disfigured!"

The forehead was stiff and rolled to the ground due to excessive shock, and the eyelids were tired from thinking all night in a daze.

The fan was in the Taoist's cloth bag, Song Xueqiao didn't even bother to take it out, so he could only wave his hand weakly at Ma Xiaoyu.

Ma Xiaoyu's expression changed from ridicule to panic in an instant, and he stammered, "You won't...have you been poisoned by that kid last night? You can't even speak?"

Song Xueqiao reluctantly raised his eyelids to look at him, then shook his head.

Ma Xiaoyu had never seen him like this before, so he ran to ask Pei Wunian again.

Pei Wunian woke up earlier, and was drinking tea leisurely in the courtyard. The tea was wild tea from the mountains. It was not as fragrant as Hongpao Mingqian, but it was refreshing after a sip.

Ma Xiaoyu had tasted this kind of tea before, after only three sips, he felt that it was as red as a crane's crown. He rushed to the yard, just in time to see that most of the pot of tea was gone, and then looked at the calm faces of the tea drinkers. He shivered uncontrollably, coughed dryly, "Mr. Pei, is Song Xueqiao poisoned?"

Pei Wunian put down the teacup expressionlessly, "Poisoned?"

Ma Xiaoyu couldn't stop scratching his head, "The complexion is so bad, and the forehead is still blue, did that kid from Bie Li Villa drug him?"

Pei Wunian suddenly smiled, "It's probably a stiff neck."

Ma Xiaoyu's eyes widened, and he was about to say why his eyelids would turn blue from a stiff neck, but when he saw Pei Wunian lowered his eyes and concentrated on dealing with Kucha, he also seemed to have nothing to say, so he had no choice but to walk to the shore full of doubts, and his little grandson Count the ducks together.

It took a long time to wait until the two got on the boat.

From Yanshan to Zilang, the old man untied the hemp rope and moved to the side with his grandson on his back. Ma Xiaoyu squatted on the bank with a yellow duck in his arms.

Song Xueqiao yawned, "What are you going to do next? Continue to enjoy yourself here?"

Ma Xiaoyu stroked the feathers of the duck, and shook his head, "Once your big Buddha is gone, I don't need to keep it. I will probably go to a certain mountain to see the bald donkey, and then go for a walk in Gusu. When I am tired, I will go back to Fengtian."

Song Xueqiao glanced at the grandparents and grandchildren beside him, "Isn't Hero Ma afraid that the little rascal will come back?"

Ma Xiaoyu continued to shake his head, "I can leave without worry, because I have given them a way to avoid hooligans."

Song Xueqiao leaned on the cabin, looked at the warm mountains and soft water on both sides, and suddenly said, "If you spend the rest of your life hiding here, I think it's not bad."

Ma Xiaoyu's hand that smoothed his fur stopped slightly, then he gritted his white teeth suddenly, shook his head and sighed, "For a person like me who wants to spend the rest of his life in peace, he should find a large tomb in Shangqiu, and it would be more comfortable to just dig it out and live in a coffin. "

The god thief has no home, Song Xueqiao glanced at him, rubbed his forehead without any further persuasion, turned around and got into the cabin.

The boat swayed away, Ma Xiaoyu didn't squat on the shore for long, then put down the duck, shook his head and disappeared on the shore.

There was tea and wine on the boat, and thick quilts were spread on the banquet. Song Xueqiao folded her arms and said with blue eyes, "What do you think about my father?"

The person who was drinking tea slowly on the opposite side didn't move, just raised his eyelids and looked at it as if nothing had happened.

Song Xueqiao finally slowly took out the fan from the cloth bag and tapped it on the table, "I like drinking water so much, why not just jump into the river."

Only then did Pei Wunian put down his cup and said, "I don't know anything else, what I'm sure of is that if Mrs. Song buried the old owner of Song Village, Mrs. Song must know something."

Song Xueqiao touched the handle of the fan, "It's a pity that my mother sometimes goes crazy, even if I ask, she may not tell me."

Pei Wunian said, "But you still have a sister."

"Sister?" Song Xueqiao knocked twice with the fan on his hand. Three years ago, under Xuanyue's sect, he didn't quite understand what Song Yanting said, but looking at it now, it does have a deep meaning.

"She probably won't say either."

"Then you can guess." Pei Wunian said lightly, "Actually, it is obvious that the royal family has no father and son, let alone brothers, and the imperial court can't tolerate even blood relatives, let alone so many outrageous sects in the world." Gang."

Song Xueqiao frowned, "What do you mean?"

Pei Wunian said, "You were no longer on the mountain at that time, so I didn't know that the imperial court had sent someone to win over Wudang, or to recruit for security. The conditions were generous, but they were still rejected by the master."

Song Xueqiao smiled dryly, "You mean Linglong Villa..."

Pei Wunian picked up the cup again, steaming hotly, "Compared to the sects who don't care about the world and live in seclusion in the mountains, if I were the emperor, I would choose Linglong Yinshui, whose family is big and business-oriented, to be more controllable." .”

No matter how powerful the Jianghu sect is, it is not as powerful as the might of the emperor. Even if it is the best in the world, no matter how advanced its martial arts are, if you see the one on the dragon chair, you have to shout long live long live long live long live.

Song Xueqiao was in the rivers and lakes, not in the temple, so it was not that he didn't understand this truth. King Ren Ruiwang didn't understand, but anyone who had read the history books knew that the reason why the emperor killed the prince was simply to seek power and usurp the throne.

Naturally, Song Dingya might be a knife of the emperor in the middle.

Song Xueqiao didn't move for a long time, and asked after a while, "Could the three people who died in the martial arts conference also have something to do with the court?"

Pei Wunian shook his head, "No, because it's unnecessary."

Song Xueqiao shook his head with a wry smile, "It's really not necessary."

If the emperor can kill a few princes quietly without causing a storm, there is no need to use Yanshan Mobing needle to kill a few small ants in public with great fanfare.

Song Xueqiao said, "You said Zhang Zhongkui couldn't be a black crow. Does Duan Wuyi have any backing that you don't know about?"

Pei Wunian shook his head, and said affirmatively, "Wuyi started late, and he is a man of few words, but he is diligent and conscientious in his work, and he is also very reliable. He only listens to Master and me."

Song Xueqiao stared at his fan, suddenly stopped talking, and continued to think about the martial arts conference. He killed someone in such a high-profile way, but disappeared after that, leaving no clues, indicating that he was not provoking a few sects, but had another purpose .

Song Xueqiao suddenly knocked on the fan, frowned and said, "Brother, how many days did Lu Linlin come to the martial arts conference?"

Pei Wunian paused, not knowing why he suddenly asked Lu Linlin, but he still answered obediently, "Wu Miao told me that Yinshui Villa had visited before, but later he didn't come because the old owner was ill. , but three days after I went to Zilang to look for you, Lu Linlin suddenly arrived at Jianghu Tower, Ruan Twelve was already dead, and Qiong Mo'er and Wu Yi were still alive."

After Song Xueqiao listened quietly, he raised his eyes and stared at Pei Wunian, "Lu Meiren's goal is not a martial arts conference at all, but you. The key lies in why Yinshui Villa has never been there. If a villa owner is sick, it can be made Come, student."

Pei Wunian was as usual, letting him stare at him casually.

"The brothers and sisters of the Lu family act in exactly the same style. They are all unrestrained. The owner of the Lu family once ordered Zhan Mu not to go out and wander around. Zhan Mu still slipped away, and he has been reluctant to go home all year round. Now it seems that Lu Linlin is the same." Song Xueqiao took it easy. Said, "So even if Master Lu doesn't want his daughter to participate in the martial arts conference, Lu Linlin will wait for the opportunity to sneak out for you."

Pei Wunian frowned, "Don't you suspect it's Lu Linlin?"

If Pei Wunian was nervous about Lu Linlin any other day, Song Xueqiao would definitely catch him and make fun of him. At this moment, he thought about the third question that came up last night, and couldn't stop his face from getting hot, but the person in front of him couldn't stop. With a calm expression on his face, he could only cough twice, and said solemnly, "That three-legged cat of Lu Linlin can use Yanshan Mobing Needle's kung fu, so the list of weapons must be written upside down."

On this point, Pei Wunian nodded in agreement.

Song Xueqiao narrowed his eyes, "In other words, Ruan Shierniang's death and Qiong Moer's Duan Wuyi's death were separated by half a month when you came to Zilang to look for me, isn't it strange?"

Pei Wunian said, "You mean, she didn't do it, but it has something to do with her?"

Song Xueqiao stared at the surface of the water, suddenly smiled, and concluded, "There are tricks in Yinshui Villa."

After an absence of more than three months, Song Xueqiao finally returned home.

The gate of Linglong Villa is built in a magnificent style, and the students are all practicing martial arts with the martial arts master in the front yard. He came with a horse, and the broom in his hand fell down with a "slap", which scared the little maid.

Song Xueqiao waved his hand towards Old Xu and said happily, "Uncle Xu, I'm back!"

Old Xu was dumbfounded, his old face twitched, and he burst into tears in an instant. He stepped forward, stared at him for a long time, and howled, "Second young master~~ Where have you been~~~ This old slave is very worried. ~~~!"

Song Xueqiao could only laugh wryly and laugh, "I went out to visit mountains and rivers, and went to Wudang to worship my master."

Pei Wunian glanced at him, Song Xueqiao smirked: I can't say I've been nested in Zilang's brothel for seven days.

Old Xu cried enough, looked up and saw Pei Wunian again, he was stunned for a while, as if he couldn't find the person after searching in his mind for a long time, "This is...?"

Song Xueqiao coughed twice, "Uncle Xu, he was only nine years old when you saw him last time, no wonder you don't know him, this is my senior brother..."

Old Xu had a superb memory, and he slapped his fist, "Master Pei!"

Just as Pei Wunian was about to say hello, Old Xu began to wipe away his tears again, "God open your eyes! Second Young Master, besides Young Master Zhan Mu, you finally have a serious hero friend again! Don't go out and fool around with your friends! It's shaking! Qingle, quickly bring the young master in!"

The little girl came back to her senses when she heard Lao Xu calling her. She had just been here for three days, and she had heard other maids say that although the second young master was a dandy, he was very handsome, and now two of them suddenly came to the door.

One is a young master with an elegant appearance like a jade tree in the imperial court, and the other is a Taoist priest with only a fan all over his body, which is considered extravagant and unshaven.

Hearing Lao Xu call the Taoist second young master, the little maid felt as if struck by lightning.

Song Xueqiao smiled and took Lao Xu into the house. Although the shabby clothes were shabby, they saved him a lot of trouble. First, no one would recognize them. After digging around for a long time, he finally found another beard. He wanted Pei Wunian to try it too, but the man twitched his face twice and flatly refused.

Across the lake in the courtyard and the study on the lake is the Song family's own residence. Now that the years have changed, Song Dingya died, and Mrs. Song sometimes suffered from madness. Not going home all the year round, I feel a little depressed and desolate.

Song Xueqiao was dragged back to the room by Lao Xu to change clothes, and Pei Wunian stopped in the corridor on the side of the study on the lake.

There is a gentle breeze on the inner lake, and the study on the lake still stands majestically. It has not changed much after decades of absence, but after the wind and rain, the snow-white walls are slightly stained.

A few young disciples around him took advantage of the time to pass by, laughing and playing with wooden swords, and a brave little girl came over slowly and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Pei Wunian was used to Sikong Yueyao since she was a child, when she saw a small figure, her heart moved, she knelt down and said in a soft voice, "What's the matter?"

The little girl shook her head, her face flushed slightly, "Brother, who are you? We've never seen you in the village before."

Behind the door, there were a few little girls dressed in Linglong Villa costumes poking their heads, laughing and making a fuss.

The little girl blinked and smiled again, "Are you looking at the study on the lake? We all think it looks good, but the owner never lets us get close."

They naturally didn't know that Pei Wunian had lived in the study on the lake since he was nine years old.

Pei Wunian patted her head, "Why don't you let me get close?"

The little girl smiled and narrowed her eyes, "I don't know either. I heard that a senior brother almost drowned in it before, and the owner of the villa didn't allow us to approach it."

Pei Wunian lowered his head and smiled, only to see that Song Xueqiao and Lao Xu had already come out of the house, the Taoist robe was changed into a jade-colored shirt, his face was wiped clean, and the fan was dangling anxiously.

When the little girls saw Song Xueqiao coming out, they all crowded around him, and Lao Xu poked his head out, with a dark face, and waved his hand, the crowd scattered like birds and beasts.

Old Xu laughed along, "Young bastard is ignorant, please forgive me, Young Master Pei."

"Don't be so polite to him." Song Xueqiao ordered, and threw out two more channels, "Just take a look."

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Old Xu cried enough, looked up and saw Pei Wunian again, he was stunned for a while, as if he couldn't find the person after searching in his mind for a long time, "This is...?"

Song Xueqiao coughed twice, "Your uncle."

Old Xu, "..."

(The above remarks come from my pure heart)