Yanshan Exquisite Record

Pei Wunian lightly picked up the folding fan, and the ink on it was dried by the night wind in a short while. With the help of the warm candlelight, every plant and tree in the painting could be seen very clearly.

Hidden on the handle of the fan is a line of clear and meaningful Yan Shu.

"Looking at it in the past, thinking about it now, thinking about it for the rest of the year." Song Xueqiao read softly.

Pei Wunian lowered his head and pinned the fan to his waist, his expression could not be seen under the flickering candlelight, "It is not as precious as the Wujin fan from before, but if you are used to using the fan, you should take it first, and give it to you in the future." You buy a good one."

Song Xueqiao caressed the words, forced a smile and said, "No, just this, this is very good, there is nothing better than this in the world."

It turned out that it was not a whim of Luoyang's drunkenness that day, it turned out that the two of them had been facing each other since the time they confronted each other in Xiaoyao Valley.

"If you don't want to investigate, then don't investigate." Pei Wunian said softly, "I thought that the incident at Yinshui Villa would happen suddenly, and Lu Linlin would be killed if there was no one to take care of him. Now that Lu Zhanmu is well, I will go up the mountain tomorrow to explain Because of this, we're leaving."

Song Xueqiao didn't expect him to agree so easily, and said with a wry smile, "Aren't you afraid that your reputation will be stinky with me?"

Pei Wunian shook his head naturally, "I'm not afraid."

Song Xueqiao got up and looked at the swaying maple tree outside Lanzhai, frowned and said, "Then you are not afraid that the person behind you will make a comeback and kill a few more."

Pei Wunian wrapped his arms around him, and said in a low voice, "I told you in Luoyang that I'm not a saint, and it's impossible for me to be perfect for each other, so after we leave, I won't ask what happens again. "

Song Xueqiao stroked his long hair that was scattered on his shoulders, and suddenly gave a "puchi" smile, "I was just joking, why did you make the matter so serious first."

"Well, let's go when you have a showdown with old man Zhang tomorrow." He shrugged and suddenly stepped back three steps to break away from his embrace, walked upstairs, and smiled as he walked, "Then I will attend the wedding ceremony tomorrow." I’m not going, I’ll go to Yingyang City first to get rid of the horses and chariots.”

Pei Wunian's voice behind him seemed to be separated by a layer of veil, and he couldn't hear his emotions, so he said, "Okay."

Song Xueqiao clenched the fan tightly, closed the door, frowned and closed his eyes. Now that things have happened, can they still escape unscathed?He used to have a hundred ways to find out the mastermind behind the scenes to clear himself of the crime and return the martial arts to peace, but now he doesn't want to use it.

The moonlight in Lan Zhai was like water, and a candle lamp had been burned out.

Pei Wunian was still sitting in front of the desk, he carefully looked at every plant and tree here, the leaves of the old maple tree outside the bamboo curtain had turned deep red, and the water in the red leaf pool brought those dangling leaves down the mountain , On the pine rocks on the bank, there are cats, dogs, flowers and plants that Song Xueqiao grew up in when he was a child, and there are still cloth strips that blindfolded the red leaves when he was young...

In the past, these may not be seen in the future.

Someone stooped down from the stairs, and Sikong Yueyao looked at Pei Wunian with a sad face. She had made up her mind not to deal with this guy who hurt people with a sword, but when Pei Wunian came to knock on her door, she was still very upset. Opened without spine.

"What exactly did Song Xueqiao ask you to say?" Sikong Yueyao curled up opposite him wrapped in a quilt, sniffed, and muttered, "I have to ask you to say it, since we are so close."

"Some things are always difficult for him to talk about." Pei Wunian smiled lightly, his face was a bit lonely, "Tomorrow I will get married, and from now on, only you and him will be left here."

Sikong Yueyao said, "So what? Jiangxue Pavilion is just on the other side, you can get there in a few steps if you want to come back, why bother to be so sad."

"But Yueyao is also a big girl." Pei Wunian stroked her forehead hair, as affectionate as she was when she was a child, "If the grand master takes you home, stop making trouble, General Xiaoyan is the pillar of the court, if you It must be a good thing to marry him."

"But I haven't even seen his face." Speaking of this matter, Sikong Yueyao couldn't hide his irritability, "I'd rather die in the mountains all my life, and I can do laundry and cooking for you two. That Grand Master's Mansion, That general's mansion is just like Yan Luo Palace! I'm afraid I'll die of suffocation if I live in it for a few days."

"Why are you talking in your sleep again?" Pei Wunian's eyes flashed with grief, "Song Xueqiao will leave anyway, and he won't stay here forever."

Sikong Yueyao said anxiously, "Then I will go with him."

It wasn't until the words came out that she felt something was wrong, Sikong Yueyao was ashamed and annoyed, and buried herself in her knees, unwilling to raise her head.

"That's what he wants me to tell you, he is not your lover." Pei Wunian smiled, "He is a prodigal son, and he shouldn't get involved in these right and wrong. A prodigal son will certainly not be a good husband."

Sikong Yueyao was stunned, and after a while, her eyes filled with tears, she clenched her teeth and lowered her head, as if thinking of those Yingying Yanyan who surrounded Song Xueqiao.

"After tomorrow, go home with the Grand Master." Pei Wunian patted her and smiled gently. He turned and walked into his bedroom with an ethereal voice, "Everything is coming to an end."

Sikong Yueyao was sitting in the Lanzhai, seeing a thin lamp lit up behind Qian's screen window and then suddenly extinguished, she felt that Pei Wunian was a little strange today, but she couldn't tell why it was so strange, she scratched her With messy hair and blushing on his face, he snorted and walked back to the room.

In the early morning of the second day, Pei Wunian went to Peak 72 early in the morning, and he had to meet all the guests one by one.

And Sikong Yueyao should still be asleep next door at this time.

Song Xueqiao had been leaning against the window for an hour in a blue shirt, and a leaf was sunk above the window lattice, shivering under the cold wind.

There was an inexplicable drama yesterday, and today there is an inexplicable leaf. It's really like the style of flowers inviting wine.

Song Xueqiao sneered, but he didn't pull out that leaf, he had already decided not to intervene, so he would never intervene, when the dust settles, even if the world is panicked over this matter, it's okay to castigate and scold him as the remnant of Yanshan Taoist That's fine, as long as Pei Wunian can be taken away today...

"Why, you don't want to talk to me after watching it for a long time?"

There was a person sitting on the tree outside the window, with a little black robe hanging down, slightly swaying in the wind.

Song Xueqiao didn't even raise her head, "If you can hand in the greeting card through the gate openly, I will definitely meet you, but isn't it too impolite for the host to hand it in through the window?"

"Yesterday he said he wanted to see me, and today he wants to drive me away. The owner of the Song Dynasty is really fickle." Hua Yaojiu jumped down from the tree, walked into the house openly through the window, sat on the chair, and said expressionlessly , "Are you satisfied with that play?"

Song Xueqiao said indifferently, "What exactly do you want to do?"

A trace of cruelty flashed in Hua Yaojiu's eyes, and he smiled again, "What are you doing? Of course, it's to help you clear your suspicions and get rid of Yanshan Taoist. As long as this "Apricot Girl's Resentment" is staged on the 72nd Peak tonight, you Song Xueqiao With a clear identity, the real culprit behind the scenes can also be brought to justice, wouldn't the world be peaceful?"

Song Xueqiao grabbed his throat with one hand and said angrily, "How dare you."

Hua Yaojiu didn't hide and didn't resist, just stared at the face that was somewhat similar to Song Yanting, her voice was soft and cold, "You kill me, kill me, there is no one in the world Knowing about this, of course you, Song Xueqiao, killed your savior, and no one knows whether your own conscience will survive."

Song Xueqiao was taken aback when he heard the words, the strength in his hands dropped sharply, Hua Yaojiu still didn't hide, smiled lowly, and spoke with a bit of sarcasm, "You have already opened the thing under the study on the lake, it's hard for you to think of the key In the names of your siblings."

He raised his eyebrows, and every word was very clear, "If I hadn't dragged you out of the ground ten years ago, do you think you would be where you are today?"

Song Xueqiao said in surprise, "It's you?!"

"Ding Mobai is an ordinary person after all, and he wants someone to inherit his abilities, but he is born to like to do business." Hua Yaojiu smiled, "He saved my life, and I have to pay him back half of it, otherwise who would want to do business?" Who wants to learn those insidious hidden weapon formations after spending several years under the ground without seeing the light of day."

He pushed Song Xueqiao's hand away and stood up, as if he was saying something very ordinary, "But I'm not you, I have no choice."

Back then, Yanzi Mountain was still an ordinary mountain, and Guichao Village was also an ordinary village, but there was a sudden plague. He was only six years old that year. He also watched helplessly as the people from the government sealed off the entrance to the mountain, and heard the cries of the villagers and the panting of dying.

They are not dead yet, they are all holding a sigh of relief and want to live.

But if a small village can't go out to hunt, how much food can it have?Finally, people were forced to become beasts, and Guichao Village was once reduced to hell on earth in the cannibalism. He ran out of his dilapidated house, trying to find some food in the chaos, a person who had half his face bitten off It suddenly fell in front of his eyes, and the mud mixed with blood flowed all over the ground.

No matter how terrifying the scene in front of him was, he only saw half of the corn rolled into the mud in the man's hand.

He grabbed it without thinking about it and ran away. When he ran to a dog hole at the end of the village, he was shocked to find that he could go through it. After passing through the dog hole, there was an open land.

He didn't dare to go back, so he could only bite the bullet and move forward. So, a child in ragged clothes walked for a long time on the back mountain of Yanshan Mountain with half a corn in his arms. Picked up by one person and taken to a place.

"Are you a child from that village?" A man dressed in green was pouring a little soup into his mouth. It was obviously a very bitter thing, but it was warm and sweet in his mouth. He liked it so much that he grabbed the bowl and poured it all down .

After drinking, he realized that half of his corn had disappeared.

He stumbled down from the collapse, searched all over the house but couldn't find another corn kernel, sat on the ground and cried.

The man in Tsing Yi looked at him helplessly holding the medicine bowl, "That corn is dirty and rotten, if you like corn, I'll ask the kitchen to make it for you at night?"

So that night, he had two more cooked corns in his bowl, and the man in Tsing Yi smiled and watched him gobble it up, "Slow down, no one will grab it from you."

He gnawed on the corn and raised his eyes to peek at the handsome man's side face, thinking that he had met the best person in the world, and he was willing to be a cow and a horse to repay his kindness.

But within a few days after eating the corn, the man in Tsing Yi took him to another place, which was different from the other courtyard in Yanshan, it was pitch black, and lights were lit every day, even in the scorching summer, it was chilling to the bones .

He shrank behind the man in Tsing Yi, not daring to move.

The man in Tsing Yi said that this is the most proud work of his life, and he just needs an extremely intelligent child to pass on the Yanshan School for him.

"You will be the most outstanding killer in the world, you will have countless strongest hidden weapons, and everyone will be afraid of you." The man in Tsing Yi always smiled and said something that scared him, "I will save your life, now would you like to save me?" Willing to learn this?"

At first he didn't want to but couldn't escape, so he could only shiver on the bed all day long.

The man in Tsing Yi was as usual, giving him the best food and the most beautiful clothes. The only requirement was that he carefully read the books he left behind and ponder over those small hidden weapons.

After half a month, he compromised, living here, at least he would be able to eat well, wear warm clothes, and have a house to shelter him from the wind and rain.

He originally had his own name, surnamed Lan, named Huan, named Shuyun, but the man in Tsing Yi smiled and said after getting drunk, "A name like an old pedant, it's better to laugh at Hua Yaojiu when you are free, you might as well be Hua Yao bar."

He has since changed his name and surname. Lan Shuyun, the youngest son of the teacher in Guichao Village, became the only apprentice of Yanshan Taoist. The lake was underwater for five full years.

Even in the end, he couldn't even remember what his name was, as if he was born to be a flower and invite wine.

During the five years, he also discovered a small hole, and when he was tired of reading every day, he watched the movement outside through it. A little girl in pink often passed by, crying and looking for her naughty brother, and that naughty brother She would always jump out from behind and startle her, and then the two would make up as before, and walk away with a smile.

Those two were like a ray of light coming out of a hole, so gorgeous that he couldn't keep his eyes open. He looked interesting and happy, so he also secretly laughed, but the pair of siblings had never seen him.

Until one day, the pink color floated to the small hole, revealing two deep dimples to him, and then handed him a garnet-colored moonstone pendant.

"You don't talk to each other like this every day, there must be nothing to play, this is for you..."

He was a little apprehensive, and after hesitating, he stretched out his hand to take it timidly. The little girl ran away with a smile.

He likes it so much that he tucks it under the pillow like a baby, only looks at it once a day, and laughs when he touches it.

But a few months later, the hole was plugged.

The man in Tsing Yi stroked his head, the action made his hair stand on end, but he smiled and said, "You should concentrate more, your way is different from theirs."

The weak have no power to resist, so he can only continue to nest in the dark like a mouse to study the hidden weapons, becoming more and more dull and speechless. Day after day, the underground does not know the cold and heat, nor the age, his martial arts has greatly improved , but still can't see where the way out.

Until the age of 11, when he was practicing calligraphy in the dark room, he heard a fierce quarrel between a man in Tsing Yi and another person outside. He quietly changed his clothes to look, but what he saw was a child in a yellow shirt in the hands of the man in Tsing Yi.

The child was one of the pair of siblings, and the other person who was arguing was a strange young man.

For the first time, the man in Tsing Yi showed a look of fury. He took the child with him and completely closed the gate of the Yanshan Taoist tomb, so that no one could enter or leave.

"Cut off my head and bring it to the owner here, and take this child out too. The secret door is behind the bed. After you go out, you have nothing to do with me. You are free."

These were the last words Ding Mobai left for him, and then he committed suicide by drinking poison.

Hua Yaojiu didn't stop him, but waited quietly for Taoist Yanshan to die, dragged the heavy body to the bed, and carefully cut off the head. He finally found an exit behind the bed, which was a place that could only be opened. He didn't know when Ding Mobai left this exit and what he foresaw. He just held his head, gritted his teeth and dragged the unconscious Song Xueqiao, step by step, until he saw the bright sky outside.

He collapsed on the ground, in front of him was a tea shed with a horse, clear water and a map.

He was born with an excellent memory, and he only glanced at the map twice to record the whole picture. He left the horse and the map to the child, and walked quickly to Linglong Villa with his head. a task.

Hua Yaojiu glanced at Song Xueqiao, "Ding Mobai did many wrong things during his lifetime, and now that he's dead, I can't say anything. Although I'm his apprentice, I'm not the only one who knows how to use Yanshan Mobing needles." Now that you have opened it, you have also seen the cheats inside."

Song Xueqiao stood like five thunderbolts, Hua Yaojiu said calmly, "Besides these, I have one more person I want you to meet, but Miss Sikong should wake up soon, you should go down the mountain with me."

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Forgive me for being late, these two days are relatively busy. . .