Yanshan Exquisite Record

Several people in the room were silent, such a youth in full bloom, now lying here, turned into a cold corpse, no one can help but feel sad.

Song Xueqiao went up, gently opened the clothes around Wuyi's neck, and stretched out his hand to explore the purple lines. The skin touched by his fingers was smooth and flat. It was not a pinch mark, but a shadow-like scar, which seemed to grow out of the skin. Usually, he immediately looked up to see Gongsun.

"It's poison." Gongsun Qingyan looked at him with unfocused eyes, as if he understood his thoughts, "After Ruan Twelve's death, everyone thought it was the enemy seeking revenge, and they didn't think about Taoist Yanshan, so the martial arts conference was still held. It was going on, but I didn't expect that Qiong Mo'er would also be hit by the same Yanshan Mobing needle, and Duan Wuyi too."

"Concealed weapon is a kind, but poison is not?" Song Xueqiao probed the back of Wuyi's head and felt a lump. He frowned and lifted the corpse's head. The lump was not big, it was on the purple lines, and it had already darkened into black.

Gongsun Qingyan nodded, "Ruan Twelve is a mangosteen poison with other drugs added. Duan Wuyi and Qiong Mo'er are Zijuecao, both of which are first-class and highly poisonous."

Pei Wunian lowered his eyes and clenched his fist slightly, "Is there any clue?"

Gongsun Qingyan twitched his lips helplessly, "If there was, everyone would have gone to investigate it a long time ago, and they wouldn't be waiting for news at Jianghu Tower."

"It's really provocative." Song Xueqiao covered it with a white cloth, "From Mount Heng to Emei, and then to Wudang, going up layer by layer, this is to completely offend the martial arts."

Ye Yingshu brought another cup of tea early, put it beside Zhang Zhongkui, and sighed, "Otherwise, I wouldn't have called you back from Zilang. Looking at your situation now, it's really dangerous."

Song Xueqiao naturally understood what danger she was talking about. Both the bright and the dark sides were staring at each other.

Zhang Zhongkui picked up the teacup again, his expression calmed down again, and he ordered, "Wu Nian, take Xueqiao back to Wudang Mountain tomorrow, and then take Wu Miao and the others to investigate."

Pei Wunian nodded.

Song Xueqiao propped his chin and said, "Master, I won't go back to Wudang."

Pei Wunian looked at him in a little astonishment.

"Don't mess around at a time like this." Zhang Zhongkui almost dropped his glass again, "The three people lying down, not to mention the best, are all masters, but they got hit without knowing it. You are the last one to touch Ding. People from Mobai, if they really want to deal with you, just change the Yanshan Mobing needle to another medicine, and you will fall into their hands!"

Zhang Zhongyu was a decent and serious person, and his words were always short. It was rare for him to say so much at once. Song Xueqiao was a little moved, but he still insisted, "You let the senior brother investigate? How? How many clues do you have?"

Zhang Zhongqi's eyes widened.

"Hidden Valley." Pei Wunian looked at his sleeve.

Song Xueqiao took out the leaves consciously, "You mean this?"

"The whereabouts are uncertain. As soon as they appeared, three people died in the martial arts conference, and they were very interested in you. Do you think...is this a clue?" Pei Wunian paused, "Three days later, pick Xingge, I will go for you."

"Zhaixing Pavilion?" Zhang Zhongkui swept Song Xueqiao.

Ye Yingshu interjected, "Someone gave Song Xueqiao a leaf, and it said that I will talk about it in Zhaixing Pavilion in three days."

Pei Wunian nodded, and said to Song Xueqiao, "So you should go back to Wudang for a while."

"They're shy turtles, but I'm not." Song Xueqiao spread her hands, "What happened after you went to Zhaixing Pavilion?"

Zhang Zhongkui glared at him, "Of course I'm looking for news."

"Just now we said that fighting alone, Daxia Pei is world-class in martial arts, and he may win, but if a group of attackers can't figure out the details, they can only run away. What news can we find out?" Song Xueqiao analyzed for them, "So This needs to be discussed in the long run.”

"I know." Pei Wunian frowned, "So I will bring Wudang disciples and try my best to capture them alive."

He really had no other way, Song Xueqiao stared at that pretty face and suddenly wanted to beat him up.

Fortunately, after Zhang Zhongkui's anger passed, he said, "Wu Nian, calm down."

He turned his head to look at Song Xueqiao, and raised Shang Fei's eyebrows, "Then do you have any miraculous methods?"

"I'm a rough person, not as good as you guys, so my friends are also of the highest class." Song Xueqiao smiled wryly, "So... I can find Abbot Se."

Hearing this, all four people in the room were shocked.

Who is the abbot Se?

Because he is a monk, but he does things that a monk should not do, and bears a name that a monk does not want to bear. He is never in the temple. The beauty, with a serious look, said to you, "Amitabha."

Although he used to be an eminent monk in Shaolin, but now no one thinks highly of him, even gave him such a slightly ironic nickname, but he accepted it with a smile, and laughed wildly, "Sex is color, life is colorless, why not?" Talking about life? If the Buddha can't tolerate me breaking the precepts, how can I talk about mercy? Don't believe it!"

Although Song Xueqiao didn't know him well, he liked such an open-minded person, so he got to know Abbot Se.

Abbot Se has traveled all the year round and knows more things than many people. He also earns his gambling money by selling the news. It costs a lot of money, which is frighteningly expensive. One customer is enough for him to live for a long time, so there are very few people who can find him. .

At the same time, he is not afraid of any sect in the Jianghu, because martial arts in the world come from Shaolin, and no sect can easily provoke a notorious but unfathomable person.

"You know Xunyin?" Zhang Zhongkui asked in surprise.

Xunyin should be the name of Abbot Se, who doesn't know if it is a Buddha's name.

"He is my friend." Song Xueqiao said honestly, "So I can find him."

Gongsun Qingyan smiled and said, "Young Master Song is really powerful."

"Maybe it's because they are all perverts." Ye Yingshu was merciless.

Pei Wunian was hesitant to speak again, looking at him coldly, but suddenly there was a burst of noisy voices outside the door, various footsteps clattered downstairs, and there seemed to be the sound of metal collisions of various weapons. The duck voice rang out loudly, "Where is the Song family boy?!"

The door was knocked open, and a young man with a long sword rushed in, with a tuft of yellow hair on his forehead and a red string flowing on his sleeve, he shouted with red eyes, "Who is the boy from the Song family?!"

There is a group of people behind them, most of them are holding long swords, their bodies are snow-white, jade hangs from their waists, and a red string is tied on their sleeves. .

One Emei, one Hengshan.

After Song Xueqiao's appraisal was completed, he was just marveling at this man's good voice, but Pei Wunian quickly pulled him behind him, and said coldly, "What's the matter, Your Excellency?"

"His grandma's old man wants someone surnamed Song to be buried with Mo'er!" The young man with a sword had bloodshot eyes, and his handsome face was a little swollen, "Did he kill Mo'er with a hidden weapon?!"

Song Xueqiao stepped across Pei Wunian's perfect jawline and looked at the man.

Heh, Ganqing is still a seed of infatuation, but he wants to cry out for grievances. He behaves upright, sits upright, and doesn't even have to be afraid of hurting people's lives with a sword. Instead, he becomes a master of hidden weapons, and he kills people from thousands of miles away.

Hey, Song Xueqiao lowered his head and sighed secretly.

This is amazing.

The man seemed to have found the target, his face changed from white to purple, and then from purple to red again. He suddenly yelled, and the sword turned and stabbed at him.

Hero Pei was in front, and Song Xueqiao was too lazy to dodge. This sword was slower than Sikong Yueyao, maybe because the blade was heavier than Qingguang, but it was stronger than Sikong Yueyao in terms of strength, and it had a light spin , the hurtful force came even more violently.

He is an authentic master, Wudang and Emei Daoist sects, swordsmanship has always been indistinguishable, so there are frequent exchanges. He can challenge any Wudang disciple, but the person in front of him is Pei Wunian. Going around him to assassinate, I was afraid that I was too sad and my mind was dizzy.

Zhang Zhongkui drank tea calmly, one Gongsun and his wife were arranging the shroud, and the other watched the show with a smirk on their faces. The expressions of the disciples behind my brother had their own merits, some were worried, and more were watching the show.

Pei Wunian didn't even move his body, and he didn't take out his weapon or use his fingers to block it. Instead, he took out a bean from nowhere and hit the young man's hand with the sword fiercely.

Song Xueqiao was startled, looked down at his sachet, and shouted, "My lovesickness beans!"

The young man groaned from the beating, his hands were unsteady, he simply turned towards Pei Wunian with bare hands, his body turned like a fish swimming towards Pei Wunian, his hands were intertwined into a beak shape, and he shook violently, leaving several afterimages. Then it flew towards Pei Wunian's face.

"It's actually become Qianquejiang!" A disciple of Hengshan exclaimed.

However, Pei Wunian calmly avoided it sideways, not forgetting to tug on Song Xueqiao. In an instant, he had walked around behind the young man like a ghost, and put his hand on the damper on his back. He pressed heavily on several acupoints from Xinyu to Lingtai, and the young man The movement of jumping forward froze, a mouthful of blood spewed out instantly, and then fell to the ground like a dead fish.

A group of young masters and ladies in white clothes in Emei suddenly changed their faces, but most of the young ladies did not speak, only a few young masters shouted, as if they had been in grief and anger for a long time.

"Pei Wunian, in vain for you to be called a gentleman, you dare to hurt my disciples!"

"Senior Brother Du Lian! Don't die!"

"Did Wudang think that I, Emei, was empty?! How could they be so vicious!"

"Yaoshou! Killing! Wudang killing!!"

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Among them were a few people from the Hengshan faction who gloated at their misfortune, waiting to see Wudang Emei turn their backs.

Song Xueqiao was very depressed, these acupoints were all for pumping out the stagnant blood in the chest, did Emei only teach martial arts and not medical theory?This man killed people as soon as he came in. He was obviously too depressed, so he couldn't turn his head!

Pei Wunian smiled and opened his mouth, his eyes were bent like a bridge, he was not angry, and his voice was soft, and he looked at the group of white-clothed disciples, "Your senior brother Du Lian has vomited blood and needs to rest now, take him back Bar."

As soon as these words came out, several Emei girls actually blushed a little.

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plot bug fixed