Yanshan Exquisite Record

The disciples who grew up in the Taoist temple have always been pure-hearted and ascetic. It has nothing to do with them who is on good terms with whom or who is enmity with whom, but the enmity between Song Xueqiao and Pei Wunian is like a strong wind passing through the border. In just half a day, rumors spread throughout the whole sect. Needless to say the reason for the feud, Lu Linlin was famous for her beauty at the age of 14, and all the men in the world bow down, let alone Pei Wunian and Song Xueqiao.

It is rumored that a beauty is a disaster, Song Xueqiao has been urging all over the martial arts since he was 17 years old, and naturally he will not let Lu Linlin go. After this battle, it is not the prodigal son who has a heart, but the beauty is ruthless. The prodigal son is not easy to find trouble with beautiful women. , So Song Xueqiao came to settle accounts with Pei Wunian.

The disciples who heard the news piled up at the door of the alchemy room early.

"I admit defeat." Song Xueqiao leaned against the door frame, his eyelids twitched, and the sound of chattering and tongue-twisting could be heard outside the house, as if he was eager for them to fight.

Pei Wunian brushed off his sleeves sanctimoniously, straightened his crooked collar, proudly, "Why do you admit defeat?"

Song Xueqiao shook his fan and sighed, "You really don't want to marry Lu Linlin?"

"What's the matter?" Pei Wunian didn't look tired, and his face was calm, "Are you angry?"

Song Xueqiao looked outside the door, feeling a little headache, and said honestly, "Too angry is not counted, it's just a gentleman's promise, brother should know the truth."

"One promise, one thousand gold?" Pei Wunian raised his eyes slightly, "Brother Yu has always been like this."

Song Xueqiao raised his eyebrows, "Then you still want to marry Lu Linlin?

Pei Wunian's smile remained the same, "What does it have to do with me marrying Miss Lu? Did you ask the wrong person?"

"I'm asking you."

"ask me?"

"Didn't you come back to refuse the marriage?"

Pei Wunian paused, raised his eyes and said, "Why should I refuse to marry? Just because you like Miss Lu, I can't marry her?"

The fan in Song Xueqiao's hand stopped, and the chattering noise outside also stopped for a moment. After a while, it exploded like rain falling on a pond, and lasted for a long time.

Song Xueqiao gradually clenched the folding fan in his hand, and said with a smirk, "They all thought I was a rotten peach blossom, but I didn't expect that the senior brother is the senior brother, and everything is better than me."

Before the Wujin fan was unfolded, it stabbed directly between Pei Wunian's eyebrows like a short knife, but a piece of lightning and flint was wiped out halfway in front of his eyes. The color of Yunshan's sword hilt was still warm, but the master was full of hostility.

"Enough." Pei Wunian withdrew his sword, frowned and scolded, "You are making such a fuss in the audience, do you want to be expelled from the sect?!"

Song Xueqiao sneered, "If you kick out the teacher's school, you will be kicked out of the teacher's school. Anyway, the old man didn't treat me well!"

Pei Wunian withdrew his sword and wanted to leave, "You are so unreasonable!"

Song Xueqiao turned sideways, and the folding fan unbiasedly lifted the scabbard flying. Pei Wunian was startled, and stretched out his hand to retract the sword, but a bloodstain instantly appeared on the cloud mountain, bubbling bright red slowly overflowing from between his five fingers.

Song Xueqiao wiped the blood from the right half of his face, raised his eyebrows and smiled, closed his fan and turned around, "I'm willing to bow down."

"You..." Pei Wunian froze for a moment, staring at the blood on the sword in astonishment.

"If you lose, you lose." Song Xueqiao said. "Song will never disturb the two weddings."

Pei Wunian slowly clenched his fist, and tried to hook the corners of his mouth, "Brother Yu is magnanimous, brother Yu admires him."

Song Xueqiao kicked open the door of the alchemy room, the sun was shining brightly, all the disciples were silent for a moment, they all stared at the proud face of Young Master Song.

Wu Miao said in surprise, "Brother, did senior brother hit you?!"

Song Xueqiao shuddered, covered his face and hissed, "You're talking nonsense when you see it, go get the medicine!"

Wu Miao glanced at the alchemy room, although he was puzzled, he turned angrily and went to get the medicine.

The disciples didn't move, and the juniors were almost trembling. They only knew that Pei Wunian was always generous, but there were times when he was so ruthless. It can be seen that when it comes to love, a rabbit can turn into a tiger.

Song Xueqiao frowned and wiped the blood again, and waved to the disciples, "Everything you look at, they're all gone! They're all gone!"

All the disciples scattered like birds and beasts, and a red figure rushed up from the stone steps. The figure stopped in front of the alchemy room. Song Xueqiao waved his hand in front of her eyes, "What's wrong?"

Sikong Yueyao's eyes widened, "Your face..."

"As you can see." Song Xueqiao's face was filled with indifference, "It's disfigured."

Sikong Yueyao was trembling with anger, she couldn't believe it, "He hit him?"

Song Xueqiao said, "Otherwise you did it?"

Sikong Yueyao rushed directly to the alchemy room without looking at it.

Song Xueqiao quickly reached out to stop her, "What are you doing?"

Sikong Yueyao gritted her teeth with a gloomy expression on her face, "Kill him."

"Farewell." Song Xueqiao resentfully said, "It's enough to hurt me once, but it's a big crime for me to cause such a wound on your face."

Sikong Yueyao blushed, "He dares!"

Song Xueqiao pointed to himself, "See if he dares."

The sword marks were not deep, but extremely long, from the side of the cheek to the eyes, ruining half of the face, Sikong Yueyao gritted her teeth, "Senior brother is not such a person."

"He just forgets friends when he sees sex." Song Xueqiao sighed.

Sikong Yueyao suddenly turned her head.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to kill Lu Linlin!"

Song Xueqiao dragged Sikong Yueyao back to Xiaoyao Valley while covering half of his bleeding face. Wumiao had followed Du Weiyu for many years and was always good at seeing, hearing and asking. Three plasters were placed on the wound in a row. The painful Song Xueqiao grinned again .

"Brother, bear with it, the pain will stop soon." Wu Miao looked apologetic, but her hands were not vague.

Song Xueqiao frowned and said, "Will there be scars? Without Lu Linlin, I don't want to lose Didi and Yunzhu again."

Sikong Yueyao was originally sitting on the side pounding the herbal medicine according to the instructions, but suddenly threw the pestle away, and said in a huff, "You might as well take a knife on the left side of the face, and go to the monastery earlier!"

Wu Miao rolled up his sleeves and smiled, "Don't worry, brother, the medicine that Master Du gave you must be the best medicine, and it will definitely not leave any scars, but how could the elder brother..."

"Don't mention that person!" Sikong Yueyao just silently picked up the pestle and threw it out, "I don't have such a senior brother."

Song Xueqiao raised his head suddenly, the wound was pulled again, sweating from the pain, grinning his teeth and said, "He has a grudge against me, what are you angry with him?"

Sikong Yueyao spoke eloquently, "He has a grudge against you, I have a grudge against Lu Linlin, Pei Wunian and Lu Linlin are on the same side, we are on the same side, do you think I am angry?"

Song Xueqiao felt bad, and twitched the corners of his mouth, "It seems to make sense."

Wumiao said helplessly, "I don't think there is anything good about Lu Linlin, except for being pretty."

Sikong Yueyao threw the pestle again, Wumiao shrank her neck, and said with a smile, "You look better without Senior Sister."

Song Xueqiao covered her face and said, "Even a person with such a temper like you doesn't think her nice, it's strange."

"Some young misses have a temper." Wu Miao shook her head and put down her sleeves, "And she is very good at flattering her elders and classmates. Master Du is pestered by her almost every day. If it wasn't for not being able to see the bride before getting married, I think it's a big deal. Senior brother will definitely not be able to stand her."

"I still lost to beauty." Song Xueqiao sighed and frowned, "Go and help me ask old man Du for two more plasters. I always feel that the cloud mountain may be poisoned."

Wu Miao continued to laugh helplessly, "Brother, you are too suspicious."

Sikong Yueyao packed the herbs and scoffed, "Who knows what he's planning."

It was as if they were on the same front as Song Xueqiao.

Song Xueqiao languished, frowning, "I'm afraid old man Du will laugh at me when he hears that I've torn face with Pei Wunian because of a woman."

Wumiao shook his head like a rattle, "It's late."

Sikong Yueyao also shook his head, and sighed, "The whole mountain knows that you and Pei Wunian robbed a woman and tore your face apart, and word will spread out of Yingyang City tomorrow."

Song Xueqiao turned pale with shock, "Won't I lose all my face!"

Sikong Yueyao was merciless, "The woman was not snatched away, and was slashed by the elder brother. It is really embarrassing."

Wumiao paused while packing the medicine box, "Don't you deny this senior brother?"

Sikong Yueyao stared, and hurried away without a trace.

The stove in the hall was filled with carbon, and Song Xueqiao lay comfortably on his back on the blanket, rubbing his face, and it still hurt a little, but it was a little better. In the past, he would never have imagined that one day he would hit Yunshan one knife.

Sikong Yueyao closed the window to block the snow, kicked him, frowned and said, "Aren't you afraid of catching cold here?"

"There is nothing greater than heartbreak." Song Xueqiao spread out his folding fan and said hypocritically, "The kind and amiable senior brother actually murdered me, a young and ignorant junior brother, because of a woman."

Sikong Yueyao sat cross-legged and snorted, "You better shut up, or I'll give you another knife."

Song Xueqiao said sadly, "Aren't we from the same faction? Why are you treating me like this.

Sikong Yueyao was about to answer, when someone knocked on the door suddenly, the door of the Longyan Pavilion was not closed, and soon a few young disciples came in, holding a wooden box in their hands.

Song Xueqiao's eyes lit up, "Did Pei Wunian send it?"

The little disciple scratched his head, seemed to see the plaster on his face, and smiled shyly.

Song Xueqiao looked at Sikong Yueyao with a smile, Sikong Yueyao understood, reached out to take the wooden box, and threw all the medicines into the maple leaf pool.

"Go back and tell me...Pei Wunian, I just tried to fool you after applying medicine..." Sikong Yueyao narrowed her eyes, "No way."

The little disciple drooped his eyebrows, "Senior Sister, Senior Brother also let me take the words."

Song Xueqiao raised his eyebrows, "What did he say?"

"He said..." The young disciple was about to hold back his tears, "He said, this is already a way of saving face, if Brother Song doesn't appreciate it, he will... cut off his favor."

With a sound of "bang--", Sikong Yueyao smashed the door of the Longyan Pavilion with a fist, and the little disciple ran away like hell.

Song Xueqiao stared at the door and smiled unconsciously, with a very good heart.

A few days later, Zhang Zhongqi sent someone to be a lobbyist, and Du Weiyu sent someone to be a lobbyist. The people from Peak 72 were busy with the wedding banquet while comforting Yinshui Villa, and they had to take turns to visit him. The young master no longer appreciates what he says, and chases him away.

Seven or eight pheasants, a litter of rabbits, two thrushes, and Song Xueqiao even captured two weasels in the backyard of Longyan Pavilion. They were fed with eggs all day long, looking fresh, and letting the clouds and rain outside, it is a comfortable place to live.

Although it was only a few steps away, Sikong Yueyao was beaten to death and refused to return to the subject, and stayed in Longyan Pavilion as a cook.

Song Xueqiao always squats in the backyard and picks out plates of fried meat to the weasel, and the weasel always sticks his neck in protest.

Song Xueqiao had no choice but to put the chopsticks back, and sighed, "I only have this to eat, and I'll give it to you, and you still dislike it. Why don't you eat grass like the rabbit next door? Brother Huang, what do you think?"

The weasel was dissatisfied and screamed. Song Xueqiao was worried about how to please the fairies, but when he heard a scream from behind, his flowery face turned pale.

Song Xueqiao patted the ashes on his robe and forced a smile, "Hi, sister-in-law."

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