Yanshan Exquisite Record

"You said they didn't know anything, but they were willing to do anything for you. I've known you for more than ten years. We grew up together. I'm not them, so I won't believe it." Song Xueqiao stared at him, trying to get rid of that indifferent See something on the alienated face.

"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not." Pei Wunian raised his sleeve to wipe off the blood on his lips, and said calmly, "I just ask... If you have never been in love with me, your sister was killed by my father, and this It's all because of me, how would you do it?"

"How to do it?" Song Xueqiao's Tie Ling in his arms was already warm, he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "I can't wait to cut your father into pieces."

Pei Wunian looked at him silently, an expected answer, since he knew everything, he knew it would be like this.

"But now this if is not if." Song Xueqiao raised his head, "I know that I am unreasonable now, and I also know that I will never do anything to you in my life, so today, I only want Hui Chuang's life."

Pei Wunian looked at him with a sneer and said, "For you, Song Yanting is your dearest relative, and for me, the love of upbringing is as heavy as a mountain, so how can you be sure that I will let you succeed."

Song Xueqiao was just about to answer, but a feeling of dullness suddenly appeared in his chest. He took two steps back in disbelief, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and he said in a trembling voice, "You..."

The whole body was full of strong plum fragrance, Song Xueqiao retreated chaotically, his feet were soft but was caught by someone, he grabbed the man's skirt tightly but couldn't use his strength, he could only look at him with hatred.

Pei Wunian's voice was calm, and he hugged him, "Master Song, sometimes you can't beat me when you talk about your skills."

In the inner hall of Jiangxue Pavilion, brocade tents and heavy curtains are filled with warm fragrance.

Hua Yaojiu sat on the bed surrounded by brocade flowers, boredly looking at the person in front of him who was tied up by five flowers and tried to break free.

The gray monk's robe was wrinkled into a ball, and his wrinkled face was covered by a black cloth. The master who was once praised and admired by others was now anxious and helpless like a dog in the water.

There was no wave in his eyes, his face was ashen, only the moonstone pendant in his hand was shaking slightly.

"Don't come here without any problems." Hua Yaojiu got up slowly, and walked around the grand teacher's chair twice, Hui Chuang clasped his hands behind his back, trying to wring it out with all his strength, but the rope tightened his flesh and left a few bloodstains , he knew that he had no chance, but he was still desperately trying.

A look of cruelty flashed across Hua Yaojiu's eyes, and then kicked him. The man was blindfolded, and he hummed twice as the chair rolled to the ground, making a loud "bang--".

The front yard was bustling and noisy, and no one noticed the movement here.

Hua Yaojiu still felt that it was not enough, so she kicked him in the chest again, the man vomited twice, lying on his stomach like a dead person.

"Although I can't kill you, I can always torture you." Hua Yaojiu grabbed his skirt, tore off the black cloth on his face, and pulled out a thin golden blade in the shape of a cicada's wing from his hand, and pressed it against his chest. The chest slowly slid across, "That's how she was stabbed to death. She couldn't even struggle, but you are still alive and happily coming to your son's wedding. What about her? How about I stab it slowly?" Will it be better than the Four-Sustain Array?"

Hui Chuang looked like he was being slaughtered, panting continuously, but couldn't say a word.

"Tell me." Hua Yaojiu tore off the black scarf from his mouth, and sneered, "Do you want to drink the poisonous venom and bite the insects, or do you want me to cut off your flesh piece by piece, or do both together? , take your last breath?"

Hui Chuang looked at the thin blade on his chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said with a ferocious face, "Didn't Master Huagu kill her himself? If you weren't self-righteous, how could she die? Ah——"

The thin blade penetrated an inch into the chest, plum blossoms gushed out of the gray monk robe, and the face of the flowers was pale.

Hui Chuang reluctantly provocatively said, "What? I have nothing to say? It was you who killed her yourself, Master Huagu, even if you stabbed me to death here, you killed her yourself. The beauty, hahahaha."

"Then do you think it's useful for you to do all this?" Hua Yaojiu stabbed all the thin blades into his chest, Hui Chuang resisted not to make a sound, but there were veins on his forehead and fine sweat oozing.

"In order to hide Pei Wunian's life experience from Jianghu, and your fault of stealing Shaolin cheats, isn't it all because he can now climb to the throne of Wudang master, marry the most beautiful woman in Wulin, and grow old together?" Hua Yaojiu got up, with a happy smile on his face, "Then you are very wrong, your good son doesn't accept your favor at all."

Hui Chuang's smile froze on his face. This morning Lian Meifeng, Pei Wunian invited him to Jiangxue Pavilion to enjoy the scenery. He followed without any doubts, but was tied here. He didn't blame Pei Wunian for all of this. It's all his own karma, but as long as Yun Rong and his son can survive well, be admired by everyone in the world, get married and take charge of Wudang, then everything will be worth it.

"One day he will know why this old man killed so many people." Hui Chuang endured the pain in his chest like a thousand ants gnawing on him, "Even if he doesn't understand now and thinks that I killed innocent people indiscriminately, when he understands that One day, even if the old man dies and is scolded by thousands of people, I will not hesitate."

"Really?" Hua Yaojiu gave him a sarcastic look, and said indifferently, "But according to his temper, the whole world will know about it before tomorrow. Otherwise, what do you think he tied you up for?"

"Let him come to see me!" Hui Chuang struggled suddenly, and the rage in his eyes gradually grew, "It's okay to kill me! He can't..."

"But that's not what I'm talking about." Hua Yaojiu laughed suddenly, and he squatted down leisurely again, "You expect him to shine in the family and become famous all over the world, and you know what Pei Wunian thinks. Of all the things in his way, he never thought that he didn't want to marry Lu Linlin at all. An indecisive and sentimental person is doomed to not accomplish any great things. You don't even know what he likes and wants, so you just make up your own mind, and still It's ridiculous to think he'd appreciate it."

Hui Chuang opened his eyes wide, "Don't talk nonsense!"

A match made in heaven in the eyes of everyone in Jianghu, his son will also be the next head of Wu Dang, the envy of everyone in the world, and he has finally lived up to Yun Rong in this life.

"He didn't even want to die for Song Xueqiao!" Hua Yaojiu couldn't bear it and kicked him again, "You killed Song Xueqiao's sister, do you know exactly where you put your son?"

"Shut up! Don't tarnish his reputation here!! How could he... like men." Hui Chuang fell to the ground and suddenly writhed like a mad dog whose tail had been trampled, muttering, "Song Xueqiao...Song Xueqiao... ..."

A person jumped in from the back window, hugging another sleeping man in white under the bright red wedding robe, Pei Wunian jumped into the room, looked at the crumbling Hui Chuang on the ground and the flowers and wine in front of him, Frowning, "Didn't I tell you not to do anything to him?"

"I only promised you to keep him alive, and I never said that I would not torture him." Hua Yaojiu snorted coldly, put the moon stone into her arms, sat down on the grand teacher's chair, looked at Song Xueqiao as expected, and sneered , "He really has a way. He can't even lock the Jianghu Tower. It's okay, just watch here, and it won't be easy to cause trouble."

Pei Wunian said nothing, just put the man on the bed, turned and walked towards Hui Chuang.

Hui Chuang stared at the unconscious man on the other side, his eyes were empty and dull, Pei Wunian lifted him up, saw the blood on his chest, frowned, but did not blame Hua Yaojiu, he pressed his finger on his chest Tanzhong acupoint forced the thin blade out, but Hui Chuang yelled, "You bastard!!"

His chest was bleeding profusely, and he fell to the ground with a bang again, his face like a withered tree was full of resentment, and he twisted and crawled towards the edge of the collapse, "I knew that day... I knew that day... I shouldn't be soft-hearted, if I knew that day... I should have let him die in Happy Valley!"

Pei Wunian was stunned, "What did you say?"

"If...the drug was given more ruthlessly at that time." Hui Chuang stared at the bed, his voice hoarse, "You can't...I killed so many people for you, your mother desperately tried to keep you, you can't..."

Hua Yaojiu snorted, "Did you take the medicine?"

Pei Wunian grabbed him, with a look of doubt on his face, "What drug did you say?"

Hui Chuang closed his eyes. Many years ago, when he learned that the three disciples of Wudang lived together in Xiaoyao Valley, he had guessed. The son is by no means inferior to others in terms of talent and learning, but his background is far inferior to the other two.

As a woman, Sikong Yueyao is nothing to be afraid of, but the other person is Zhang Zhongkui's family friend, the young master of Linglong Villa. He spent half a day beating around the mountain, but he could only say, "You are still young, it's too early."

So that day he made a special detour to the back mountain of Longyan Pavilion, and saw the young man in white clothes standing under a maple tree practicing a set of palm techniques. The red leaves are flying around, and the appearance of the bones is indeed the top choice, not inferior to Pei Wunian.

At that time, he had only one thought, such a young man must not stay in Wudang, especially since Song Yanting had announced his succession as the owner of Linglong Villa, which meant that this child would not have to return to Jiangnan to take over the family business.

He was thinking about it, but he heard Sikong Yueyao's voice piercing the clouds and breaking the moon in the front room, "Where are you!" He hid himself in it, and waited for the room to calm down before he cautiously poked his head out, waving his legs and eating fruit to get away with nothing.

Although he is a good seedling, he is as timid as a mouse, and he is too playful.

He was about to leave, but the boy saw him and greeted him happily, "Master, why are you here?"

He smiled wryly, but he had an idea in an instant. He threw the package in his hand into the red leaf pool, and turned around with a smile, "Amitabha, the poor monk lost something."

The young man had no doubts, grinned at him, and immediately volunteered to help him into the water to get it. The water in the pool was the coldest when the first snow melted the ice and cracked. As expected, he did not need to do anything. The young man jumped into the water and froze into ice. Come up, and he quickly picked up the lump of ice, and easily stuffed a few pills into the mouth of the fainted boy.

There are only three people in Longyan Pavilion, and it is the prime of restlessness. Sikong Yueyao is quite beautiful. If Song Xueqiao can't control himself to do something to her for a while... it will not be surprising. By then, not only Sikong Yueyao's reputation Sweeping the ground will never succeed, and Song Xueqiao will also be expelled from Wudang.

His plan hit two birds with one stone seamlessly. Just when he was complacent, the boy in his arms frowned uncomfortably, and his icy eyelashes trembled twice. It was a young and beautiful face like Pei Wunian, with a bright and bright future. .

He was slightly taken aback, but after all his heart softened a bit, he withdrew the pills he hadn't taken, sighed, and then sent him to Longyan Pavilion.

"How...how...how did I let him live to this day!" Hui Chuang desperately moved to the edge of the collapse, the blood on his chest drew a scorching red mark on the ground, but he didn't notice it, his eyes were full of want Desperate to put people to death, he roared, "How could I let him ruin you like this!"

The author has something to say:

Seeing the little cutie's message to clarify, the boss is not the senior brother, the senior brother is the whitest little white rabbit, he just knows too much and it's hard to be level with a bowl of water. (Of course not Hui Chuang...