Yanshan Exquisite Record

The chariots and horses passed quickly through the forest, and Abbot Se's fat gourd-like body was staggering here and there. He hugged Amitabha Buddha in the doorway and kept yelling, "Little bastard, are you rushing to reincarnate!"

Song Xueqiao took a shortcut and hurried on the road. When he arrived at a three-way intersection, he suddenly jumped out of the carriage, pulled Fangzhang Se, and jumped onto the rock. Fangzhang Se weighed more than a hundred catties. Not much luck, plus years of pampering, he circled a rock within a few steps, and he was not satisfied with Amitabha, panting, "Song Xueqiao, what's wrong with you?"

"This letter." Song Xueqiao supported him and walked up the mountain road. He shook out the letter and handed it to Abbot Se, "Look carefully at the words on this letter and the words on the fan."

Abbot Se rubbed his hands and took it, frowning as he walked, "What does it matter?"

"What is said in the letter, I think about the friendship between my two senior brothers many years ago, now Brother Yu put aside his past, take a closer look." Song Xueqiao pushed aside the dead branches in front of him, and walked up through the mud, he said, "And Aside from these words, it is not common for Xian Xin to appoint you as the head of the sect, no matter your closeness or reputation, a monk like you is not as good as Master Huici, why did you send this letter to you?"

Abbot Se refused to accept, "At any rate, the poor monk was also a model among Shaolin disciples."

"Although the author tried his best to imitate Hui Chuang's handwriting, it is difficult to get rid of the habit of many years, especially when writing his name." Song Xueqiao frowned. Ever since he got the agarwood fan, the characters on the fan handle He read it countless times, touched it countless times, and sighed, "When Pei Wunian writes and reads, the three points in his heart are always connected. It used to be, and it is still today. This letter is written by him."

Abbot Se was out of breath. He opened his eyes wide and squeezed the letter tightly, "What did you say?"

Song Xueqiao buried her head in her way, and said in a deep voice, "You must understand why Pei Wunian wrote this letter and handed it to you."

"Amitabha... what is he going to do to Hui Chuang?" Abbot Se was confused, but Song Xueqiao stopped talking and dragged him to continue climbing up the mountain.

The letter was written by Pei Wunian, and the imitation of Hui Chuang's handwriting in the letter indicates that it is only a possibility to pass on the headship to Xunyin. Pei Wunian knew the stakes, at least when he burned the study on the lake. Master Zhi Hui Chuang is his biological father, but he didn't mention a word during their time together.

Lu Heng is very popular, and Lu Linlin is his favorite. It is well known in the martial arts that she is infatuated with Pei Wunian. It is not difficult to guess what Mr. Lu will do, but Yinshui Villa's investigation of Pei Wunian will make others laugh at him. The Zhuang Zhizhu was fussy, so he invited Ruan Shiriniang who happened to be going to Yingyang to attend the martial arts conference to find out Pei Wunian's life experience.

The rumor of Hejia Lane being haunted has been circulating for a long time and it is close to Caishikou. It is not surprising that Ruan Twelve Shunteng found something, but she never thought that she would die on the ring of the martial arts conference because of this effort.

Later, Duan Wuyi and Qiong Mo'er went to Jiguang Temple to meet, where they ran into Master Hui Chuang, so they were also killed on the day of the martial arts competition.

When Lu Heng learned that Ruan Twelve was dead, he definitely didn't know what happened. He panicked and questioned the four disciples, and beat them to death. But as long as Lu Linlin still wants to marry Pei Wunian, Yinshui Villa will keep investigating him. There is never a peaceful day in life, so Hui Chuang simply took the risk, killed Lu Heng, and even let Gu Yun seduce Lu Zhanmu, just to eliminate the Yin Shui faction and prevent future troubles forever.

And his Yanshan Mobing needle came from the transaction with Ruan Yan 20 years ago, he was the one who stole the Shaolin secret treasure, and the reason why Abbot Se left Shaoshi Mountain may also have something to do with it.

Song Xueqiao gritted his teeth, why didn't Gu Yun kill Lu Zhanmu, and how did Hua Yaojiu make a detour? He no longer wanted to guess, he just wanted to know when Pei Wunian knew everything, and how Song Yanting was killed?Now what does Pei Wunian want to do to Master Hui Chuang?

patricide?He broke out in a cold sweat, even if Hui Chuang deserved to be hacked into pieces, Pei Wunian should never do it.

Abbot Se collapsed on the ground and gasped for breath. Song Xueqiao pushed aside a clump of grass covered with icy slag, and in front of him was the deserted backyard of Xiaoyao Valley. At this time, Sikong Yueyao was no longer in Longyan Pavilion. At the same time, he quickly changed into a student attire, with a mask sticking to his face. Song Xueqiao felt that it was not enough, so he took some soot, and the person in the mirror had a normal appearance with a snub nose and wide eyebrows, and he was no longer Song Xueqiao at all.

"What you didn't want to say in Yaohu Lake that day, is it related to the theft of cheat books?" He said lightly.

Abbot Se was stunned, and then said slowly, "Now that things have happened, can the monk still say no? I can only say that I was guarding the Sutra Pavilion that day, and I saw the traveling brother come, and then the secret book disappeared. "

Song Xueqiao said, "That's why you chose to escape? Will you never enter the young room again in this life?"

"No, although I saw him, I didn't see him take those secret books with my own eyes." Abbot Se said calmly, "I left only because I was responsible for the theft. Like Master Chejing, I have no face to face the Buddha. , but I never thought that he would take those things to make a deal with Ding Mobai."

Song Xueqiao pulled up his clothes, looked at himself in the mirror and said, "I will return the cheat book when this matter is over."

But Abbot Se suddenly said, "Have you ever thought... Maybe Pei Wunian is with Hui Chuang at all."

Song Xueqiao stopped the hand that was tucking into his shirt, but soon, he shook his head and said, "Impossible."

"Amitabha, forgive the poor monk for speaking bluntly. This incident is nothing more than Hui Chuang Pei Wunian being spurned by others. The two of them are both prosperous and the other is damaged. Hui Chuang has always favored him. How could Pei Wunian not be aware of it? Now Pei Wunian Write Rang Xianxin for him, maybe something happened to Hui Chuang."

Abbot Se frowned with sparse eyebrows and lowered his head, and there was another sentence he didn't dare to say, maybe from the beginning to the end, Hui Chuang was Pei Wunian's chess piece, in order to protect his own noble family and take over Wudang in the future, he created this Many murders, and this is the forged letter.

It could be to expose Hui Chuang's evil deeds to the public, or it could be to kill his father and silence him.

But he knew that Song Xueqiao wouldn't listen more, he had already jumped onto the stone from the second floor of Longyan Pavilion to the distance.

Abbot Se looked at the thinner figure and sighed, "Amitabha."

When Ye Yingshu kicked open the gate of Longyan Pavilion, there was no one else in the room except for the faint scent of red sandalwood incense. She gritted her teeth and picked up the moon-white gown that was lying on the ground, then slammed it on the ground, holding her forehead.

Song Xueqiao was walking towards Jiangxue Pavilion among the disciples of the 72nd peak. He casually pulled a person over, "The master has a chess record for me to give to Master Hui Chuang. Do you know where he is now?"

Wearing the uniform of Du Weiyu's drug store, the student blinked and smiled, "All the masters live in Lianmei Peak, and the banquet should be held at noon at this moment. If you want to send it off, you'd better hurry up, so that when you come back, they will be fine." Eat everything."

Song Xueqiao nodded his thanks, he bowed his head and walked quickly towards Lianmei Peak, he wished that Master Hui Chuang would die, but he didn't want Pei Wunian to be hiding something tricky, when he reached the stone steps, the voices of the people around him suddenly became louder, He was shoved and shoved by the crowd and managed to hold on to the stone lamp to stabilize his body.

On the other side of the mountain road, Pei Wunian came to Jiangxue Pavilion with a man in a crimson dress with gold thread jade belt.

Seventy-eight disciples circled around them, Pei Wunian in the crowd listened to the congratulations with a smile on his face, beside Lu Linlin who hadn't changed into her wedding dress, she was only wearing an ordinary sky blue dress. Lips, black eyebrows and flying luan bun, even if it is only matched with a pearl hairpin, it is enough to make a hundred flowers lose their color.

It was supposed to be a good marriage between a man and a woman, but Song Xueqiao froze, he was dazed by the scene in front of him.

"Take me up the mountain tomorrow and explain why, and we'll leave."

The words from Longyan Pavilion yesterday were still there. Song Xueqiao looked at the hands they were holding and clenched his fists. He suddenly shuddered. Since the first day he went to Zilang to bring him back to Wudang, he was on the branch of Luoyang. Guanghan's kiss, his heartfelt confession in the parting villa, and all kinds of things after that...

Pei Wunian provoked him, maybe it was just to prevent him from causing any changes in this matter?

Now that a piece of paper is sent by Xianxin, as Abbot Se said, and Hui Chuang disappears, he will still be the lofty and innocent Pei Wunian.

He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and shook his head, grabbed the fan in his arms and hurried away, Pei Wunian turned his head as if aware of it, but behind him were only a group of white-clothed disciples happily waiting for him to distribute the candies, Under the wintersweet tree at Shidaokou, there is no one there, only the faint smoke and faint plum fragrance rising from the cold winter.

"What's the matter?" Lu Linlin asked worriedly when he saw his uneasy expression.

Pei Wunian immediately looked normal, smiling and shaking his head.

That's right, that person should be waiting for the dust to settle tomorrow in the Tianzi No. [-] room of the Jianghu Tower, so how could he appear here.

At noon, on Lianmei Peak.

Song Xueqiao found Master Hui Chuang's residence, raised his hand and knocked on the courtyard door, a young monk opened the door, staring at him with round eyes.

Song Xueqiao smiled at him, "Master Zhang asked me to give this chess book to Master Hui Chuang. I wonder if Master is here at this time?"

The novice patted his bare head and stretched out his hand, "The abbot is asleep, if you have anything to give, just give it to me."

Song Xueqiao said, "This can't be done, Wyeth's chess records are extremely precious, and the headmaster must personally deliver them to the abbot, so I can wait here for him to wake up?"

But the little novice said, "May I ask who the benefactor is? If the abbot wakes up, we will invite you again."

Song Xueqiao didn't force it, he said, "I am from Yunzi's sect, you can go to Chongguan Peak to find me."

The little novice nodded, and retreated into the door again, "Remember, please come back, benefactor."

Song Xueqiao lowered his hand towards him, walked out of the peak, but turned around and jumped onto a rock and circled back. There were many plum trees and pine trees on Lianmei Peak. Stone, with a light push, you can see the situation in the house.

The little novice came into the room shaking his head from the outside, and shrunk on the chair. After a while, he looked at the bed on one side with a sad face, scratched his ears and walked over, went around a few times and wrapped the quilt again. Song Xueqiao looked intently, the quilt There is a faint human figure under it, but there is a piece of white bedding on the pillow at the head of the bed.

Song Xueqiao frowned, and put the brick back to its original place calmly.

Master Hui Chuang was not at Lianmei Peak, but why did the little monk say that he was sleeping in the house instead of speaking directly?Song Xueqiao sat on the top of the mountain and watched everything in Lianmei Peak. Master Hui Chuang should have left on his own, so he told the little novice not to reveal his whereabouts, but where did he go?

Or did Hua Yaojiu already make a move to trick him away?

He thought about it, but saw maidservants coming from Jiangxue Pavilion. They were all dressed in pink dresses and brimming with joy. They knocked on the doors of the residences of various sects to invite them. Fang Xiao and Shangguan Qianrong opened the door and accepted them. Please note, only the little novice ran out of the house and said something to the maid apologetically.

The two maids looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally left slowly.

Song Xueqiao and other young novice monks led to the gate of the courtyard, and the two maids left before getting up and flying to Jiangxue Pavilion.