Yanshan Exquisite Record

It doesn’t often snow in the south of the Yangtze River. When winter is approaching, there is always a cloudy wind and hail raging in the city, causing people to knock their molars and stay at home and refuse to go out. But this year’s Jiangnan is different from the past.Instead, the first snow came without warning, which caught people off guard.

It's not the lingering light snow, but the heavy snow of goose feathers.

The horseshoes kicked up the frozen soil outside the city gate, splashing the freshly laid snowflakes, which lifted up pitifully, and submerged pitifully into the dust and turned into a puddle of water.

Song Xueqiao pulled the reins and looked at the Zilang city gate in front of him. The gray masonry city wall was covered with white, and the passers-by buried their heads in their collars with hurried expressions.

Even though he was wearing a cloak, his face was red from the cold, and a puff of white smoke came out of his mouth.

"Vendor Master, we have reached the Zilang Realm." The disciple respectfully handed over the water bag, "Drink some hot water to keep warm."

Song Xueqiao looked in the direction of the city gate and didn't answer. He shook his head, allowed the horse under him to rest for a while, and galloped towards the city again.

The disciples had no choice but to pack their water bags and ride their horses to keep up. They had been running around for seven days without sleep, and even changed several horses before they finally returned to Zilang.

Before he came, he listened to Xu Boqian's advice to take good care of the owner, but the owner didn't seem to need his care at all, and he was on his way like crazy every day.

He looked at Song Xueqiao's white back disappearing into the heavy snow, and remembered what Xu Bo had told him to pass on, and suddenly had a strange idea. The owner seemed to be worried... This heavy snow will pass?

Linglong Villa stands under Langshan Mountain. The century-old manor is simple and thick, with silver snow and black tiles. From the gate, you can see clusters of snowflakes falling on the inner lake, and the beautiful lake study in the center of the lake , is the place where he played and lived for twenty years.

Song Xueqiao jumped off his horse and walked straight into the village. There were people sweeping snow on both sides, and there were red-hot charcoal stoves everywhere. Uncle Xu was waiting at the door, but he saw a man covered in snow and blizzards. He called my little ancestor and went. He was making ginger soup from the stove, but when he walked from the kitchen to where he was, he saw Song Xueqiao's back standing on the covered bridge.

The young master of the Song family was standing in the snow, wearing a snow-white fox fur cloak, his back was tall and straight like a fairy entering the world, for a moment Xu Bo was dazzled, he held up an umbrella to block the snowflakes and rushed up, muttering, "Master... "

In front of him was a young and handsome face that was pale with cold.

Song Xueqiao didn't seem to have heard of it, his eyelashes and hair were covered with tiny snowflakes, he didn't move, he just quietly looked at the study on the lake, his bright red lips trembled slightly, as if he had said something.

Old Xu was feeling sad thinking of Song Dingya, when he suddenly heard Song Xueqiao say a word, he thought he had misheard, so he hurriedly wiped away his tears and moved over, "Young master, what did you say?"

"burn."

Song Xueqiao fixed his gaze on the Hushang Study, and clenched the Wujin Fan tightly in his hand, but said without any hesitation, "Burn the Hushang Study for me."

Ten years was like a nightmare, he didn't want to think about it, and he didn't intend to think about it.

But he didn't forget everything, he vaguely remembered how he was snatched away from the Farewell Villa by Ding Mobai, vaguely remembered how Song Dingya frowned and took him by the hand to hug him onto the horse when he was besieging Lizhuang. Remember how he was thrown into an abyss with the medicine in his arms.

Surrounded by icy water, fish with fiery red tails, stone pillars carved with lotus flowers... and a poem carved on the wall.

Someone whispered in his ear, "If it's closed here, it's not the names of Langchuan Ci and my sons and daughters. In the world, only Yushuang and I know about it. Brother, please rest assured."

It was his father's voice, deep and mellow, with a hint of a friendly Jiangnan accent, but the words were full of sadness.

The other person's voice was familiar and gentle, and he smiled wryly, "It's over, you and I are considered successful, worthy of the trust of the emperor, and Yanting Xueqiao will surely become a great weapon in the martial arts in the future."

"Looking at the jade tower with red makeup, thinking about a dream river in a smoke cage, rolling snow and boarding a boat, laughing at hundreds of miles of fame and fame." Song Xueqiao frowned, as if he was talking to himself, or asking his dead father, "You Who are you watching the Red Makeup Jade Tower with? And who are you going to board the boat with? Talking about fame and fortune?"

In the snow behind him, the servants and disciples of the Song family knelt on the ground in unison.

Xu Bo's eyes were already red from crying, his forehead was bruised, "Young master, you can't burn it! The Song family's century-old foundation is a life-long painstaking effort of the old owner. If you want to burn it, then burn the old slave! Send the old slave down to take care of the old man. The landlord is also good!"

There used to be singing and dancing here, full of guests, father and son depended on each other and shared family relationships here, and he met Pei Wunian for the first time here.It was also here that buried a secret that had been planned for 20 years.

Song Xueqiao suddenly laughed, he doesn't like to force people to do evil, so this evil person, let him do it himself.

He rushed away from the crowd, fetched the spirits and flint, and jumped onto the huge lotus flower stone platform. The spirits were poured on the big cloak, and the strong fragrance of daughter red was permeated in the white snow.

Song Xueqiao threw it without hesitation, everyone exclaimed but no one dared to approach, the cloak flew towards the open window of the study like a ball of scorched fire, the bright red flame climbed up the lake-green curtain in the study in just a moment, and it didn't take a moment , The raging fire was reflected in his eyes.

Someone on the shore came to his senses and tried to dissuade them with a bucket, but was stopped by a long sword pierced three feet into the ground of the covered bridge.

It was a long silver sword, named Wenshuang. Song Xueqiao had always felt that swords were easy to hurt people, so since he learned swords, Wenshuang had been put on the shelf. Now that he was out of the sheath, he was facing everyone in Linglong Villa .

Seeing the rising fire, Xu Bo rolled his eyes and passed out. There was chaos on the bank, and Song Xueqiao remained indifferent.

"No!!!" A figure suddenly rushed into the sea of ​​flames, and a roar seemed to have exhausted all her strength, piercing the snow curtain.

Song Xueqiao was taken aback for a moment, he suddenly turned his head, and saw Ji Yushuang who had fallen down in the snow and was desperately crawling towards the study.

She was still in the same crazy state, holding Fuguang tightly in her hands, half of the black hair scattered on her shoulders was already gray, her eyes were swollen into walnuts, and her long skirt was soaked in snow and stuck to her body. She shivered from the cold even after climbing.

But in two months, Mrs. Ji, who is so beautiful and beautiful, has aged like this.

"Mother..." Song Xueqiao felt bitter, and hurried to the bridge to help her.

What greeted him was a flash of red light.

"Crack!" There was a crisp sound that shook the entire villa. Everyone was stunned, and Song Xueqiao was also stunned, but he gritted his teeth and did not say a word. Ji Yushuang held Fuguang and screamed, "Nizi!!!"

She pushed Song Xueqiao away and stumbled towards the study on the lake, as if she wanted to burn herself and the underwater attic to ashes.

There was heavy snowfall, Song Xueqiao hugged her silently, Ji Yushuang seemed to be powerless, just watched the flames jumping and dancing in the snow, burning more and more intensely until it swallowed the entire building.

There were no more tears in her empty eyes, she no longer struggled, she just murmured in a low voice, "The Song family is over... your father is over... his reputation, his painstaking efforts... everything he has done... is over..."

Song Xueqiao was sweating in pain on his forehead, but he clenched his teeth stubbornly and stood in front of Ji Yushuang.

Amidst the flames and soot, there seemed to be a soft "click" somewhere, Ji Yushuang closed his eyes, but Song Xueqiao opened his eyes wide and turned his head away.

The delicate and beautiful white jade lotus platform rises gradually from the firelight, like a slim fairy, reborn in pure white.

Everyone was dumbfounded, Ji Yushuang's knees softened and passed out, Song Xueqiao raised her hand to signal, and immediately a girl put Ji Yushuang on her clothes and walked away.

Regardless of the injuries on his body, he jumped onto the white jade lotus platform again. The lotus platform above is made of white jade. It has been polished and rounded by the wind and rain. There is a small hole in it. The hole is square and deep, narrow on the outside and wide on the inside. It is a lock look.

Song Xueqiao lightly touched the small hole with his fingertips, feeling cold to the bone.

He shook his head, and pulled out the black gold folding fan pinned to his waist as expected. His eyes were filled with thick black, and he carefully looked at the birthday present that had accompanied him for many years for the last time. The painting on the fan was the name of Linglong Villa. Lingshan Xiushui, and the red cinnabar seal of Ruan Yan, the king of medicine.

He stretched out his hand and slowly sent the Wujin Fan into it.

The lotus platform trembled slightly, and the bright red koi on both sides fled frantically. After a while, a stone step covered in gray appeared in front of my eyes, leading to a deep and unknown place.

Song Xueqiao stared at the bottomless mass of black, and smiled wryly.

There is Yanshan in the north, and there is the king of medicine in the south.

Ding Mobai is feared and hated by the world, but Ruan Yan is loved by everyone in the martial arts world.

One person is despicable and shameless, abducting ignorant young children as a threat, while the other is generous and gentle, holding the young Song Xueqiao on his shoulders to see the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.

People all know that Ruan Yan, the king of medicine, is the most benevolent person in the world. He is good at making tricks, curing diseases and saving people. Killing never leaves room.

But they never thought about it carefully, how many unworldly talents like this are there in the world?

The two people who are so similar, so powerful, and both have a close relationship with Linglong Villa are basically the same person.

Ding Mobai, Taoist of Yanshan, never existed from the very beginning, because he has another name, Ruan Yan, King of Medicine.