Yanshan Exquisite Record

Pei Wunian looked at him with raised eyebrows, "What? Don't believe it?"

Song Xueqiao suddenly thought of Mrs. Jingkun's pissed face, and subconsciously shook her head. If it was true, her master's taste was really hard to describe.

"I just heard it from people." Pei Wunian stuffed the unsteady fat pigeon on his shoulder back into the cage, "Master Jingkun was very beautiful when she was young, and there were countless suitors, and Master was probably one of them, but One time when I practiced kung fu, I almost lost my temper, causing my blood to flow backwards, and I was out of the master for more than a year before I came back, and when I came back, my face was like this."

"That's why I said it's better for women not to practice kung fu. They are born to be loved." Song Xueqiao didn't think there was such a reason, shook his head and sighed, and secretly glanced at Pei Wunian, "... And practicing kung fu will probably really lead to mood swings, turning faces is faster than turning pages."

"You're talking about me?" Pei Wunian looked down at him.

Song Xueqiao spread her hands, "Whoever answers me is the one."

While speaking, a red hidden weapon suddenly flew towards his face, Song Xueqiao dodged to avoid it, stepped on the stone pier on the ground with one foot, and stood on the pigeon cage in a flash, the movement was not small, the cage The pigeon in the middle was made to "cuckoo" by the sudden shock, jumping around.

"Look, look, it's coming again." Song Xueqiao sighed while holding the "hidden weapon" in his hand, "Brother, you can just touch the red beans from me casually, and hit me after touching it? Isn't that too unkind? "

Pei Wunian stared at the sachet on his waist and said expressionlessly, "Anyway, there are so many, you won't lose a piece of meat if you miss two."

"Don't look at me like that." Song Xueqiao jumped off the pigeon cage and walked to Pei Wunian's side, "It makes me scared."

Sure enough, Pei Wunian agreed not to look at him anymore, turned around and put the selected pigeon into the sky.

Song Xueqiao said again, "You won't be angry, will you?"

"Why am I angry?" Pei Wunian turned around and walked out of the backyard.

"Get mad at me for wandering around." Song Xueqiao chased after him.

Pei Wunian shook his head, and said with a wry smile, "I'm going to be angry, I'm afraid I won't live today."

Song Xueqiao blinked, and walked around to him, "Then you're not sad, are you?"

Pei Wunian suddenly sighed.

"Don't worry." Song Xueqiao suddenly grabbed his arm, "When we find Abbot Se, if your old man finds these things uncomfortable for us, I'll throw them away, and Wu Yi won't die in vain."

"Do you need this to find Master Yin?" Pei Wunian was finally willing to look up at him.

"Of course, but we have to wait until tomorrow night to set off." Song Xueqiao took off the old sachet with gold embroidered phoenix on his waist,

"There is a red bean in it, which is worth thousands of gold."

People from the three sects died tragically, and the martial arts conference was canceled as expected.

When it was not so busy after noon, the two were sitting in a corner of the Jianghu Tower, with a pot of tea and a few plates of pastries, listening to the movements in all directions with their ears pricked up. Many people left the shop in disappointment due to the cancellation of the martial arts conference. But there are still some disciples who sit drinking and discussing swords, and their attire is quite recognizable.

The white one is miserable, and the red rope around the arm looks like a red-crowned crane with spread wings. It must be Emei. The costume is assorted and colorful like a peacock, but the one with the jade crown must be Mount Heng. The golden cloak, and the one holding the folding fan must be Yinshui. Pai, those with bald heads in Tsing Yi don't even have to guess.

Although Linglong Villa's swordsmanship and lashes are famous all over the world, they are still cultivating and inheriting, but since Song Dingya passed away in the battle to leave the villa many years ago, and Song Yanting took over the villa, he no longer participated in these ranking conferences, and just stayed quietly. Doing business in the south of the Yangtze River, so the only two villas that are really active in martial arts today are Yinshui Villa in Huashan.

Song Xueqiao glanced at the people in the room, everything else was there, but he couldn't find the golden cloak from Yinshui Villa, his eyes drifted to Pei Wunian's white Wudang Taoist robe.

I can't help but admire Wudang's aesthetics, and at the same time, I feel a little bit of relegation, because it stands to reason that if this dress is worn on someone who is a little darker, such as Wufeng or Wumiao, that person must become a piece of carbon.

As a mortal, Pei Wunian forcibly showed his immortal demeanor. He was very white, with black hair vertical to his waist, a face with distinct features, dark pupils, and watery eyes. He should have a pretty face. It's a pity that he has practiced martial arts all year round, and his physique is very well-proportioned, which makes the clothes fit just right, which is completely different from those sick and beautiful teenagers who are like hemp sticks.

Some people often say that if you grow up from a young age, you will not feel that this person's appearance has changed much, even if he is good-looking, he will not feel amazing. Song Xueqiao once thought it was quite reasonable, but maybe it was because he was eight or nine years old. , every time he sees Pei Wunian amazed, he will also feel a little jealous - why don't I have such a face?

"What do you see me doing?" Pei Wunian put down his glass, stared at inexplicably by him.

Song Xueqiao was used to being thick-skinned, and said with a smile, "Look how beautiful the number one handsome man in Yingyang is."

Pei Wunian was not thin-skinned, he propped his head and replied, "Then you can see enough."

"Tsk." Song Xueqiao also propped his chin and stared at him, "Why didn't you come to Yinshui Villa?"

Pei Wunian said, "You want them to come?"

Song Xueqiao took a sip of tea, "No, I just want to see if Lu Damei is still infatuated with you. If she gives up on you, I will

I would like to invite her to have a drink. "

Pei Wunian narrowed his eyes and smiled, "If Lu Zhanmu knew, the first thing he would do when he came back would be to tear you apart."

Lu Meiren is Lu Zhanmu's younger sister, who, together with many other girls, had their eyes on the sixteen-year-old Pei Shaoxia at the premeditated Arms Spectrum Conference in Yinshui Villa.

Song Xueqiao hadn't stared enough, but was suddenly startled by a sound behind him, "What? Canceled?!"

Behind him is a man with a sword who is very close to him, dressed in jewels, holding a bowl of tea, staring at the guy in disbelief.

A guy in a felt hat wiped his sweat, and said helplessly, "Master, this thing happened like this, for the sake of all the disciples, it can't continue."

"But the outcome has not yet been decided!" The man was a little annoyed, "How is the current leaderboard?"

"The first is Wudang Xuji swordsmanship, Pei Wunian, the second is Emei's 54-style flower gun, Yi Fengyao, the third is Yingu Liushuang Flying Star Hammer, Qi Yuanxiao, No.4 Shaolin Seven Star Fist, Hui Ci... ...." The boy counted for him.

"Stop!" The man stretched out his hand to interrupt, and frowned, "Where's Yinshui Villa?"

The young man was startled, and immediately said, "The Lu family is finished."

"Can't Yinshui Palm rank in the top four?!" The man's face was distorted.

Pei Wunian couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, while Song Xueqiao narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

"It's like this..." The boy patiently explained, "This year, only the second lady came to their house, so..."

"What?!" The man screamed again, and the group of people behind him were startled and cast unfriendly looks.

The man didn't realize it, he grabbed the clerk by the collar and shouted, "Lin Lin came? When?"

Song Xueqiao picked up the teacup and smiled, "So I came here... I guess she came to beat you, but you definitely wouldn't fight her."

Pei Wunian didn't answer, it was a tacit consent.

"She, she... came five days ago..." Before the boy could finish speaking, the man rushed out again in a hurry.

Song Xueqiao watched with amusement as the man whipped his horse and galloped away. The boy wiped off his sweat and walked away. Finally, the hall became quieter again.

Pei Wunian said, "You know him?"

"I don't know." Song Xueqiao shook his head, "Lu Linlin has countless suitors, and he is probably one of them. It seems that he admires Yinshui Villa, but I can't figure it out."

"Can't figure out what?"

"Why did he join Hidden Valley?" Song Xueqiao suddenly threw a leaf on the table, "Does the shape and texture of the one on his waist look familiar?"

Pei Wunian took a look, then tore off the leaves and threw them away, "Your hands are really fast."

"It's not as fast as you touch the lovesickness beans." Song Xueqiao retorted, "Master, I always only steal incense and jade."

Pei Wunian cast a sideways glance at his flirtatious appearance, and uttered two words, "Dirty."

"Just kidding." Song Xueqiao lay down on the table, "Don't worry, senior brother, I will never bring this kind of atmosphere to Wudang Mountain... But I can't figure it out, haven't you been so reclusive that you are about to become a fairy?" ? How do you want to participate in this year?"

"Wufeng Xuji sword has reached the seventh level, it is inconvenient to go down the mountain at this time." Pei Wunian took a sip of tea.

"That's really inconvenient." Song Xueqiao nodded, and then doubted, "You don't use swords much, so Xu Ji can still defeat Yi Fengyao's famous madwoman?"

"Just because I don't use it that much doesn't mean I can't use it."

"It also makes sense." Song Xueqiao knocked on the table and suddenly let out a long sigh.

"what happened?"

"There is always something bad about this matter."

Zhang Zhenren rode his horse back to Wudang in the early morning, and the old lady Jing Kun left in the afternoon, still refusing to give them any good looks, and drove away with a group of disciples who looked like red-crowned cranes. A sarcasm, "The thief calls out to catch the thief."

Seeing that he lost his crush, Song Xueqiao imitated Pei Wunian's harmless smile and didn't attack him again.

In the evening, the two went to find Abbot Se.

At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, all the vigorous martial arts in Yingyang City in the daytime are submerged in a soft red light. The streets are paved with blue stones, and the paintings are either delicate orchids, or brilliant chrysanthemums, fairy buildings, jade buildings, Yao The lake is shimmering, singing and music are playing, and the bright colors are hitting a street in the city - a street of flowers.

Song Xueqiao hired a painting boat, and Pei Wunian's Taoist uniform was picked up by him long ago, and he changed into a pair of light blue embroidered gowns of a young master's brother as a prank, which was actually very pleasing to the eye.

Seeing the business coming, the boatman was so happy that his beard flew up, "Young master, are you going to swim in the lake? Are you looking for fun?"

Song Xueqiao waved the gold-painted folding fan in his hand, pointed at Pei Wunian, and raised his eyebrows again, "Could it be that you two are swimming in the lake?"

The boatman laughed and said, "I didn't say that, the two sons are the dragon and the phoenix, and the old man has been punting here for 20 years... I have never seen you two with such a graceful demeanor. How can I be with you on this lake? Girls of the two, you can't become immortals!"

"That's it, that's it." Song Xueqiao laughed, but almost didn't fold the folding fan in his hand.

"You two are waiting!" The old man immediately went around to the other side to turn the ship.

Song Xueqiao smiled, and whispered to Pei Wunian, "Master, I just came here last year."

Pei Wunian glanced at him, then looked down at his clothes, hesitant to speak.

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