Yanshan Exquisite Record

Yingyang City itself is a very lively place. Recently, because of the Wudang happy event, it has spread all over the world, so this already lively place has become a bit more lively than before. It's just that the old proprietor ran out of fuel and the lamp was exhausted, and the newlyweds just went mad. After all, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and they can be blinded by taking out a piece of silver casually.

What's more, the young master of the Lu family, Lu Zhanmu, was already recovering from his illness, and he came all the way from Chang'an to Yingyang just to see his beloved sister get married.

As the second disciple of Wudang, Song Xueqiao and Lu Zhanmu have been friends since they were young, and both of them are relatives, so naturally he can't save him a big head, but this time is different, he is no longer a lover or a disciple on his name sticker. He is a virtuous younger brother, but the well-behaved owner of Song Er Zhuang.

All the great families of Linglong Yinshui gathered together, especially when the old owner of Linglong Villa reappeared in the Treasure Pavilion before his death. All the shops in Yingyang were gearing up and waiting for them to come to pick up gifts. It was a pity that it would be a day or two. , three days...until the day before the big wedding, no one came to the door.

Yao Lake, Song Xueqiao was wrapped in a sheepskin blanket and leaned on a small boat. It was early in the morning, and there were no beauties such as Mei Ji and Le Nu on the lake, and there were no four beauties of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, so he did not There are things to see, but I can barely appreciate the fat monk in front of me from the fuzzy mountain shadow of Wudang in the distance.

"The poor monk really doesn't understand. You are still young, and your body is stronger than my old body. You are already the owner of the villa. Why can't you be more cautious? Fighting and killing is not a good strategy. Isn't it better to save your life?" Abbot Se turned around With a fat body, he fanned happily towards the tea stove with a broken cattail fan, and complained, "The teapot Lianxi Monk is for you to use as a medicine pot. This is the last teapot on me that can make tea."

"Master Xunyin, you know me best. You don't cry when you see the coffin, or you don't care, and you have to manage it to the end." Song Xueqiao blinked, picked up a bottle of warm wine in the cabin, and smiled, "If I hadn't had the courage to go to see Zhen Yunzhu, where would you have the karma to go to see her?"

The wine is the best late osmanthus wine in Yingyang. It was made from snow and sweet-scented osmanthus flowers seven days ago. When the mouth of the pot is opened, even the surrounding scenery is a little drunk.

"Little brat." Abbot Se stopped his fan, grabbed Wan Gui, glanced at him slowly, and said slowly, "Did you call Xunyin? I haven't talked to you about Buddhism yet, you Why don't you discuss cause and effect with the poor monk first?"

"Buddhism belongs to Buddhism, and wine belongs to wine." Song Xueqiao reached out to snatch the jug.

Although Abbot Se is fat, he is very nimble. After turning the jug three times on his arm, he finally hid it in the thick padded jacket in front of his stomach. The poor monk is stingy, Wangui is a good wine, but if you touch Wangui with the wound on your body, it will be a bad bottle of wine, hurting others and yourself, it is not worth it, not worth it."

Song Xueqiao couldn't stop laughing, "Isn't it just a bottle of wine, if you can't bear it, you can't bear it, why is there so much reason?"

Abbot Se blinked mung bean eyes, and handed over the boiled soup, "As with wine, so with people, isn't that one on the mountain hurting others and himself?"

Song Xueqiao's smile froze, he let out a breath of white air, grabbed the medicine bowl and sighed, "You know all about it?"

"At any rate, I bear the title of 'Sex Monk' and 'Bai Xiaosheng'. If I can't even tell the difference between you youngsters, wouldn't it be contrary to the absurd praise of my friends in the world for the poor monk?" Abbot Se said with a smile , "Even if the owner of the Song Dynasty turned Linglong Villa upside down, no one would dare to say no to you. The injury on this back, could it be that Pei Shaoxia is newly married and you can't think about it for a while..."

"It was my mother who beat me." Song Xueqiao didn't change her face, and said nonsense, "The servants at home are not taking good care of me, and my sister is still sick. I was so angry that I knocked over the candlestick and burned Linglong Villa. If I can put out the fire in time and let my father's most precious lake study be burned, my mother should beat me."

Song Xueqiao's rhetoric has already been memorized by heart, because that day when he heard that Shuang was out of the sheath, more than a dozen disciples, servants and maidservants present did not dare to take a step forward. Regardless of him and Ji Yushuang, the tomb of Taoist Yanshan is still a secret.

Even if Abbot Se was suspicious, he wasn't sure why.

"Amitabha, Mrs. Song is a dragon and a phoenix when she is sick. This whip can lift up the flesh and blood. No matter how good the study on the lake is, it is just a common thing, and it can't compare to your own son." Abbot Se staggered and continued to fry The second dose of medicine was still muttering, "If the groom officer sees your virtue, he will definitely choose that beautiful lady from the Lu family. What's so good about you, Song Xueqiao? I am a poor monk bullying..."

Song Xueqiao tapped him on the back, "Don't smear my senior brother behind his back, I want to ask you, what do you think of your senior brother?"

Abbot Se was shocked, and he threw his cattail fan, "Amitabha! The poor monk dares to swear to the Buddha. The poor monk only likes girls."

Song Xueqiao almost rolled off the boat laughing, only to see Abbot Se frowned again and said in thought, "If they grow up to look like Shaoxia Pei, they might as well give it a try..."

"Stop, stop." Song Xueqiao recalled the solemn and benevolent appearances of Master Hui Chuang and Hui Ci in his mind, and said two sins in his heart, "What I'm asking is what do you think of them? I heard that Master Xunyin was also Master Chejing's last One of the favorite disciples."

It was rare for Abbot Se not to go around with him this time, and put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, are you asking me why I left Shaolin?"

"May it have something to do with the theft of Shaolin secret books?" Song Xueqiao didn't make any detours anymore, he came here just to ask this question.

Xunyin, Huichuang, and Huici are not under the same master, but the three brothers have always had good reputations. Before leaving the mountain, Master Chejing bestowed the headship on his own personal Huichuang. Zhizhi's intelligence is the most outstanding, Hui Chuang has always been fond of traveling, and he had no intention of being the head of the sect at first, and he had thought of being a virtuous person, but at that time, Xunyin had become the abbot of color, and he has been happy in the world since then, regardless of his past.

Abbot Ruose didn't want to be the master from the beginning, why did he show his sharpness?If he wanted to be the leader, why didn't he seize the great opportunity?And who exchanged those cheats underground with Ruan Yan?He was afraid that Ruan Twelve and Yinshui Villa would find out some secrets?

Song Xueqiao couldn't figure it out, so he came to ask Abbot Se.

"Amitabha, some people are born to achieve great things, and some people are born to die in the mountains and rivers. At that age, they will naturally know what they need most." Abbot Se said slowly.

Song Xueqiao threw a bag of gold.

Abbot Se raised his hand to take the golden purse, and said seriously, "The monk still needs to look at beauties, so the monk can't die, and what the monk knows must rot in his stomach, so naturally he can't offend anyone."

Song Xueqiao didn't talk nonsense with him, and stretched out his hand to grab the gold. Abbot Se turned and jumped onto the top of the black roof, like a round gourd and golden rooster.

He sighed, "The poor monk is worth a lot of money, and the money can buy many words, but the Buddha said that there are some things that cannot be said, and the poor monk can promise you a favor."

Song Xueqiao accepted the move with a smile, and stood with his hands behind his back, "The fortune and misfortune of this trip is unknown, Master Xunyin must think about it."

Abbot Se was still alone on the top of the black roof, and he couldn't see the expression in Mung Dou's eyes, but he could only see him slowly putting the money bag into his sleeve.

Wudang, Lanyun Hall.

Zhang Zhongkui, Fang Xiao, and Shangguan Qianrong are all sitting in the top positions. This is the gathering of several people after the farewell of Jianghu Tower, but they are not here for the murder of Yanshan Mo Bingzhen. They are all rosy and proud, waiting to eat this Wedding wine for a grand martial arts event.

On the long steps outside the door came a person hurriedly, with a velvet and bead gray cloak wrapped in a dark robe inlaid with gold, a silver crown inlaid with jade tied up all the long hair on the forehead, under the hood, was a handsome and pleasing face .

Fang Xiao squinted his fox eyes and looked at the person coming, but for a moment he couldn't recognize that this was the brat who was playing around in the rivers and lakes tower.

Song Xueqiao took off the cloak and handed it to the maid next to him, raised his eyebrows and bowed slightly to the few people seated, "Brother is getting married, I hope you will forgive me for being late."

Behind him, the disciples of Linglong Villa also bowed slightly, and someone carried several boxes of jewelry and rare weapons into the hall. So his old face was glowing red and he was very happy.

Shangguan Qianrong snorted coldly, "So it's Song Xueqiao, how did you find out about Yanshan Mo Bingzhen?"

Zhang Zhongkui's face turned cold. At this time, Shangguan Qianrong's mention of Yanshan Mo Bingzhen clearly meant to embarrass Song Xueqiao. Just as he was about to speak, Fang Xiao came out to make peace with Sini again, "Xueqiao is already the second owner of Linglong Villa. , this matter must have nothing to do with him, why did he kill those three people? It is not beneficial to him at all, and this is the day of Wu Nian's wedding, so it is not appropriate for Shangguan to be so..."

Shangguan Qianrong gave him a sideways glance, but did not speak any more knowingly.

Song Xueqiao smiled lightly, "There is already a clue to this matter. Although I don't know the reason, the murderer has already shown his feet."

Zhang Zhongkui waved his hand, motioned him to take a seat, and sighed, "That's all, I won't mention this matter for two days, your senior brother is the top priority."

Song Xueqiao nodded, sat down on the left side, took a leisurely sip of Xueding Hancui, Shangguan Qianrong let out a cold snort again, she and Fang Xiao are both heads of a sect, and now they want to sit on an equal footing with Song Xueqiao, a brat, or She was a little dissatisfied with the brat who was suspected of killing Qiong Mo'er, but considering that Song Xueqiao was now the second owner of Linglong Villa, he could only swallow that bit of anger.

While speaking, three people walked into the hall slowly.

Pei Wunian was dressed in plain white and supported Master Hui Chuang. Master Hui Chuang was limping on his left leg due to rheumatism, and he was talking to Pei Wunian with a kind expression on his face. A little less aggressive.

Master Hui Ci followed behind the two of them, with a straight face, saluted slightly and sat opposite Song Xueqiao.

Song Xueqiao put down the tea bowl, and when the white shirt passed by, he stretched out his finger and gently brushed it under his sleeve calmly.

Pei Wunian's face was calm, but the warm hand in his sleeve gently held the restless finger and then suddenly let go, supporting Master Hui Chuang to sit down on one side.

"Now that Shaoxia Pei has started a family, you old man Zhang should let him start a career." Master Hui Chuang sat down tremblingly, he was Zhang Zhongkui's old friend for many years, so he spoke directly.

Zhang Zhongyu's retreat is close at hand, and it will be obvious who the Taoist sect is located at that time. Now that Pei Wunian is married to Lu Linlin, and there are two great families of Linglong and Yinshui behind him, he is not proud.

"I also intend to tell Yu Wunian that this kid is outstanding both in martial arts and in work..." As if realizing that Song Xueqiao was still sitting on the side, Zhang Zhongkui smiled and didn't save him face, "It's not about other things. There is nothing wrong with people, Xueqiao is also one of the outstanding people, but his temper is too stubborn, and he likes to play tricks..."

Song Xueqiao raised his eyebrows, and Pei Wunian couldn't help the corners of his lips slightly curling up.

Master Hui Chuang smiled gently, "Of course the Second Villa Master Song is good, and I watched him grow up with Pei Shaoxia, but Linglong Villa must always have someone to inherit, and the Song Villa owner is destined to marry."

Hearing him mention Song Yanting, Song Xueqiao's eyes darkened, and he smiled wryly, "Yes, I also think it's very good to pass on the senior brother. If one day my sister gets married, I will definitely invite you all to attend and have a good wedding wine."

Pei Wunian didn't speak all this time, he sat down beside Song Xueqiao, knowing that he was thinking about Song Yanting, he couldn't help but have a bit of worry in his eyes.

But Song Xueqiao quickly regained consciousness and winked at him.

Sanqing Guan Xiyuan, the dowry of Yinshui Villa was piled up all over the floor, and Lu Zhanmu was not stingy about this only younger sister.

The maid put a peony on Lu Linlin's hairpin with joy on her face, and said with a smile, "The young master brought this from the Luoyang greenhouse for the young lady's wedding. It is warmed with charcoal every day. It is said that it is hard to find one, even in the palace." It can’t be used so well.”

Lu Linlin seemed to have never heard of it. She sat in front of the mirror blankly. In the bronze mirror was a face as delicate and beautiful as a peony. This face made countless men in the martial arts fascinated by it. They thought about it day and night, but now this face A little cold.

She put a little emerald pearl flower into her hair expressionlessly, then took it off and pinched it in the palm of her hand, her brows gradually wrinkled, and the pearl hairpin she held in her hand dripped blood from the palm of her hand, dripping on the bright red hairpin. On the wedding dress.