Yanshan Exquisite Record

There was another commotion in the surrounding crowd, and some people even began to whisper excitedly. The person who came was a young woman with a beautiful appearance. In Song Xueqiao's opinion, she could compete with Dongfang Didi, but she was a little tired, and her whole body was full. The purple clothes painted with flowers and silver caught the eyes of half of the people in the street.

The only pity is that the hair has been coiled up, and it is loosely tied with a carved flower hairpin. Needless to say, it is another man's wife, Gongsun Qingyan's wife, the proprietress of Jianghu Tower, Ye Yingshu.

While begging for mercy, Song Xueqiao muttered, "It's to protect me from the traitor. If you poke the number one beauty and the number one beauty in Yingyang here, you will be like living targets."

Pei Wunian said, "What did you say?"

Song Xueqiao laughed dryly, "I praise you."

The crowd was still restless, the pancake peddler on the street shook his hands, and the oil splashed all over the passers-by. Yingyang Martial Arts Conference.

Naturally, many experts from other places came here. They were proud of their talents, and there were quite a few who were both lustful and courageous. A burly man with two knives passed by them, looked at Ye Yingshu maliciously, blew his whistle, and He stretched out his hands, intending to touch her waist.

Ye Yingshu was staring at Song Xueqiao and was about to have a second attack, when she suddenly turned around with a charming smile, she also stretched out her soft and boneless hand, and gently grabbed the hairy paw stretched out by the big man, the big man thought he had something to do , overjoyed, smiling until his eyes became a line.

Song Xueqiao thought it was easy to go buddy, Pei Wunian remained expressionless.

"Brother, what advice do you have?" Ye Yingshu smiled so much that honey dripped out.

Before the big man could speak in the future, his face immediately changed color, and his facial features were twisted together. The hand suddenly "squeaked" and hung down limply, as if someone had taken out the bone in an instant.

Ye Yingshu was still holding his arm, smiling, "I'm asking what advice I can give you?"

The big man was sweating profusely and could only shout, "Women...have mercy!"

The crowd fell silent, and then faintly stirred up again. Less than half a stick of incense, the whole street ran halfway.

The legs of the little girl who gave peach cakes were trembling, Song Xueqiao quickly supported her, took her a few steps outside, and said with a smile, "Girl, it's inconvenient today, let's talk about it another day!"

The little girl nodded in a daze, and hurried out of the alley.

"This big brother seems to be inconvenient today? How about we talk about it another day?" Ye Yingshu said softly, exerting force in his hands.

"No, no, no..." The big man kept complaining, "Don't dare!"

Song Xueqiao was delighted to hear it, and poked Pei Wunian, "Hero, why don't you take action on such a righteous thing?"

Pei Wunian didn't look sideways, "Do you think I need to do it?"

Song Xueqiao hugged the basket of crispy peaches and said, "It makes sense."

"Please go away." Ye Yingshu shook off the big man with a smile, and the big man folded his arms, scrambled away, staggered and disappeared at an intersection as if he had been pardoned.

"Bah! Where are you so useless?" Ye Yingshu scolded.

Song Xueqiao was about to praise her skill and improvement, but Ye Yingshu cupped her fists at Pei Wunian, "Mr. Pei, Master Zhang has been waiting for you at Jianghu Tower for a long time."

Turning to look at him again, his eyes were full of fierceness, "Did this kid play tricks along the way again and delay the trip?"

Song Xueqiao froze, and hurriedly winked at Pei Wunian, but fortunately Pei Wunian didn't hurt him this time, he just said, "It's just a little slow to get here, Master went down the mountain, Miss Ye came out in person, did she come out again?" What's the big deal?"

Ye Yingshu looked around at the gradually bustling streets around, and said in a low voice, "Not only Master Zhang, but people from several sects have not left. After Ruan Twelve died, two more died."

After finishing speaking, she paused, her eyes turned to Song Xueqiao, "I'm afraid...they are all waiting for Song Xueqiao."

"It's a pity that even if they wait for me, it's meaningless." Song Xueqiao carried the peach cake, "I don't know anything."

Pei Wunian said, "Go and see Master first."

Ye Yingshu led the way, and said in a deep voice, "The reason why I came out first is to remind you of one thing."

"Ying Yang came in with a lot of people, and Jianghu Tower may not be safe, you must be careful first."

"That's true." Song Xueqiao nodded, "However, someone has already come to the door."

Song Xueqiao was holding a piece of red silk in his hand. The red silk was torn from the basket wrapped in peach crisps. When he turned it over lightly, a blue leaf floated out and landed on his hand.

There are some black letters engraved on the leaves.

Ye Yingshu turned around and took a look, then looked around in shock, and said angrily, "Why didn't you catch that little girl!"

Song Xueqiao blinked, "Because I pity the fragrance and cherish the jade."

Pei Wunian glanced at Ye Zi, "That girl is not from Yingu, she doesn't know when this leaf was embedded in her red silk."

Song Xueqiao nodded in agreement, "It's good to borrow flowers to present Buddha."

In the previous year's martial arts conference, there was no Hidden Valley in Jianghu. Where they are hiding, no one knows.

Every unattractive person you meet on the road may be one of them. The owner of Yingu Valley is named Hua Yaojiu, and no one has seen his appearance. Two of his disciples came, Eight Immortals Ax Chengding and Meteor Hammer Qi Yuanxiao, they defeated Shaolin on the second day and came to the third place in the sect list.

No one doubted their strength, and some jealous people ridiculed them as a cult, but Hidden Valley is quite different from those cults in that they are very easy-going and never kill people indiscriminately, and even the communication equipment is a leaf of literacy.

"They sent me an invitation." Song Xueqiao unfolded the leaves.

Pei Wunian said, "Say what?"

"At three quarters in the afternoon three days later, I'll talk about it in the Zhaixing Pavilion."

Ye Yingshu said anxiously, "I can't go, Qi Yuanxiao and Cheng Ding's martial arts, we can't get to the bottom of it."

Song Xueqiao put the leaves into his sleeves, pointed at Pei Wunian with a smile, "How about us teaming up? Can we beat it?"

Ye Yingshu shook her head, "Young Master Pei is certainly powerful, what if they attack in groups?"

"Then I'll run." Song Xueqiao took two steps forward, Jianghu Tower stands out from the crowd of buildings, and the signboard is painted gold, which is extremely dazzling.

"In this world, there should not be many people who can catch up with me."

Ye Yingshu stopped talking. Although Song Xueqiao always had a casual appearance, his lightness kung fu was indeed ranked among the top three in the world, and this was one of the few moves he learned in Wudang.

She admitted this, and no one would deny it.

"Seek good luck for yourself." Ye Yingshu rolled her eyes and walked into Jianghu Tower first.

There are seven floors in the Jianghu Tower. Sure enough, there are a lot of people. The martial arts conference lasted for more than a month. This is a well-known Dashanpai, and above the third floor is their residence.

Pei Wunian stood in front of him calmly.

"Don't panic, no one here will do anything to me, brother." Song Xueqiao patted him.

"You are also from Wudang anyway." Pei Wunian said, "If someone does something to you, you won't be able to beat him, and you will lose Wudang's face."

"Are you so sure that you are better than me?" Song Xueqiao gritted his teeth, and said with a fake smile, "Why don't we fight each other?"

Before Pei Wunian could answer, Ye Yingshu waved his hand, "Forget it, your lightness skill is not as good as Mr. Pei, and you can't escape in the end, that would be embarrassing."

"Ye Ye, you look down on me too?" Song Xueqiao pretended to be sad, "He was still tied with me three years ago."

"It's not that I look down on you." Ye Yingshu held up her skirt and led them up to the second floor, as if she was about to go on, and said with a sneer, "I'm just telling the truth, if you don't believe me, I'll let your master judge later."

"I was raised by my natal family, but he was born to Wudang, who do you think old man Zhang likes?" Song Xueqiao was even more aggrieved.

Pei Wunian snorted, "White-eyed wolf."

Ye Yingshu suddenly paused, smiled and opened a vermilion door beside her, and mocked, "It's kind of like saying this in front of your master."

Song Xueqiao saw that he had been fooled, and hurriedly waved his hands, "I was just joking."

"Little brat, you're a good joker!"

The voice is as old as a bell, full of strength, not angry but arrogant, there are five people in the room, two are sitting, three are lying down, one is a young man in green shirt with a smile on his face, the other is an old man with white hair and long beard Taoist robe.

Those lying down were all covered with white cloths, and there was no movement.

Song Xueqiao lifted his robe and knelt down to the old man, obediently said, "I have seen Master!"

Pei Wunian cupped his fists at the old man, "Master."

Ye Yingshu walked up to the young master consciously, and said to Zhang Zhongkui, "Master, you are worried about him, this time you can see how this little bastard talks about you behind his back."

"He owes a beating." Zhang Zhongkui squinted his eyes and refused to let Song Xueqiao get up, "But remember this account first, Gongsun, tell him."

Gongsun Qingyan smiled slightly, "Although your apprentice deserves to be beaten, he can't see the corpse while kneeling."

Doctors are kind!Tears welled up in Song Xueqiao's eyes, and he looked at him gratefully. Although Gongsun Qingyan couldn't see him, he seemed to be able to feel him, and nodded towards him.

Zhang Zhongkui didn't intend to punish him either, Song Xueqiao had always been outspoken, everyone in Wudang knew that he was already numb from anger, he waved his hand, "Get up."

Gongsun Qingyan walked up to the three of them. Candles were lit in front of the three of them. Gongsun Qingyan raised his hand and gently opened the outer one.

Except Song Xueqiao gasped, everyone was calm.

There was a person lying on the bamboo couch, her white clothes were spotless, a red rope with dark brocade pattern was wrapped around her arm, her long hair was scattered on her shoulders, she had a graceful figure, she could be seen as a young woman, but unfortunately her facial features were criss-crossed and covered with blue veins, so no one could tell A shadow of a man.

"People from Emei?" Song Xueqiao frowned.

"Qiong Mo'er of Emei." Gongsun Qingyan looked a little sad, but he immediately lifted the second white cloth.

This time, not only Song Xueqiao's eyes widened, but Pei Wunian was also taken aback. He took a step forward and said in a trembling voice, "Wuyi? What's going on?"

On the bamboo couch was a young man in a blue Taoist robe, his face was peaceful and already stiff, but the circle around his neck was already a thick deep purple.

There is no doubt that this is a disciple of Wudang, named Wu Yi, which means that he is from Pei Wunian's generation, he is Zhang Zhongkui's personal heir, and judging by his age, he has just entered the teacher's school not long ago.

Zhang Zhongkui, who had been ordinary since he entered the door, glanced at the young man on the couch, and suddenly threw the teacup in his hand on the ground, and said angrily, "You bastard! You're bullying too much!"