Yanshan Exquisite Record

"This is troublesome." Song Xueqiao squatted beside the old man, his face full of astonishment, and he reached out to check his veins. Just now, he looked at the man who was still panting, but his whole body was already stiff during the time he ran over. , the monocular eye mask fell to the side, revealing the deep sunken eye sockets.

Pei Wunian grabbed another sword and fell to the bottom of the well, and Yunshan, which was deeply embedded in the bluestone bricks, was easily pulled out. The blade was unscathed, and it was still shining brightly under the dim candlelight at the bottom of the well. .

Pei Wunian frowned and looked at the corpse on the ground, and said slightly annoyed, "He moved too fast and didn't have time to stop him."

"Hmm." Song Xueqiao raised the old man's pierced hand. The nails on all four fingers were black and blue, and the nail cover of the middle finger had disappeared, leaving only a piece of dark red flesh and blood.

"I didn't have time to put it in my mouth, but I still have the strength to flick my nails into my mouth after being hit by the sword, tsk, it's too cruel." Song Xueqiao dropped the hand and came to a conclusion.

Pei Wunian glanced at the bottom of the well, and when he saw the altar, there was a flash of surprise in his eyes. The boy in white was still lying half dead, but his eyebrows were already furrowed, and his eyes rolled slightly under his eyelids, proving that he was still alive. .

Before Pei Wunian could ask, Song Xueqiao said self-consciously, "There's nothing serious about a child in Emei, but it's better to take him to the clinic."

But Pei Wunian walked over, raised his hand and untied the bandage that was hastily wrapped around the young man's forehead, Song Xueqiao asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"It's not him." Pei Wunian looked at the wound carefully, "There is another person."

Song Xueqiao was taken aback, "You mean...that old man has an accomplice?"

Pei Wunian nodded.

Now they are all underground, if there is one more person, and that person comes back suddenly, they... But he looked at Pei Wunian's calm expression and the Yunshan sword full of arrogance, and he settled down a little. I thought, "Why?"

"Look at the origin of this sword." Pei Wunian threw the soft sword handed over from the old man.

"All the old man's moves are Wan Jiang Ranshuang from Tanhuanlou. Although he has practiced to the top, when Yunshan pushes him to the limit, he only uses a few moves back and forth to deal with it. Where is this soft sword? With this move, it is impossible to have such a wound - it should be injured by the same straight sword as Yunshan."

Song Xueqiao raised his hand to catch it, turned the hilt of the sword, and asked curiously, "What kind of sword is this?"

Linglong Villa's swordsmanship involves a wide range of swords, heavy swords, light swords, soft swords and short swords, so he quickly judged that this sword is very delicate. Just like a rattle drum, the red light flows, which can be regarded as bright.

The only pity is that if you want to talk about a good sword, it is probably a good sword ten years ago, because the row of shark teeth on the top has been corroded, and the rust is earthy yellow when you touch it.

Song Xueqiao touched two shark teeth, suddenly his face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Mo Yunxiao really has an affair with Ding Mobai."

The old man's soft sword was actually another masterpiece of Taoist Yanshan, Ban Xuanyue.

Although the other person didn't hold a half moon in his hand, he was also inseparable from Yanshan Taoist. If he was related to this name, he would definitely not be something easy to deal with.

Pei Wunian silently knelt down and carried the boy on his back, "Let's go first, the other person is not in the palace now, which means there are other strongholds, Emei...something is not good."

Song Xueqiao nodded in agreement, just as he pinned the soft sword behind his back, he suddenly opened his mouth and looked at him with a little hesitation.

Pei Wunian asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Song Xueqiao shook his head, he was always seen as a high-altitude flower, admired by everyone, how could he ever be seen bowing his knees and carrying others on his back?Mr. Song suddenly felt a little sorry, and said flatteringly, "Why don't I come! I'm rough-skinned and thick-skinned!"

The young man suddenly twitched on Pei Wunian's back, and coughed up a mouthful of blood very cooperatively, and all of it fell on the moon-white coat on his shoulders. Pei Wunian didn't even feel disgusted, his dark eyes drooped, and he said in a low voice, "You are too confident in your lightness kung fu."

After all, he jumped out of the mouth of the well.

Song Xueqiao immediately understood what it meant, grabbed the two swords with a smile, and hurriedly followed.

The young man coughed up blood all the way, and his already white face became even paler from the coughing. It was shocking to see, and Pei Wunian was quite self-conscious.

Fortunately, Luoyang Night Market is also famous. The medical center was not closed when it was approaching. When the two entered with a wounded number, the doctor was giving medicine to one person. He was also a man who had seen the world. As soon as the light flashed, he pointed to a rattan platform next to him with a bloody finger, which meant obviously, and asked them to stay aside and wait.

After Pei Wunian put the person down, he lowered his head and played with Yunshan. Song Xueqiao checked the young man's pulse again. He vomited so much blood in one breath. Human life, feeling the smooth and undisturbed pulse, had no choice but to sit obediently on one side and play with the half moon.

The doctor sent the previous patient out, crumpled up a bank note and flew it into a wastebasket on the counter, then went to see the young man, and snorted, "What bothers me the most is this young man who doesn't know how to measure himself." Fight and kill."

He is still a doctor with a personality, and he guessed that it was only when they competed with each other that they made it like this.

But with the long sword in hand, Song Xueqiao couldn't pretend that he was passing by, so Song Xueqiao could only smile, "Please show me, we were careless."

The doctor didn't pay any attention to him, and took care of dressing up the wound on the young man's forehead with his own medicine, and took needles to pierce seven or eight acupuncture points on his face. After a long while, he sighed in relief, "But you are still sensible. A little bit of momentum."

Song Xueqiao suddenly opened his eyes wide, "Close?"

But the doctor went back to the counter and rummaged through boxes and cabinets. "Finally, he was stabbed in the forehead with a sword, and he was deflected! This child is weak, and he became like this when he was frightened! If you don't know how to stab it, hum!"

This humming had a deep meaning, but Song Xueqiao's heart was full of doubts.

The doctor came out holding a porcelain bottle, pushed his monocle, stopped humming, and stared straight at Pei Wunian, "Young master, you also need to put medicine on your hands."

Song Xueqiao stood up straight away and said in surprise, "What?!"

Pei Wunian was also injured?

"Whoever hurts others will hurt himself." The doctor didn't wait for him to react, and swiftly lifted Pei Wunian's hand under his sleeve, revealing a gash of nearly a foot. A white hand is particularly conspicuous.

"I'm talking about you!! Do you know how to love and love your little ones!" The doctor only took one look and then became angry.

Pei Wunian was taken aback by the doctor's yelling, and rarely obediently asked the doctor to smear the medicine powder on the wound.

Song Xueqiao has almost bit his mouth into a rabbit's three-petal mouth. He has always been careless, but he really thought that Pei Wunian was an invincible god, and he had the audacity to let him carry people all the way back...

At the moment, he didn't care about how capable the old man was to hurt Pei Wunian.

Just slightly apologetic.

Pei Wunian raised his head slightly, and smiled at him with a guilty conscience, "It's okay, a little injury."

"Small injury?!" The doctor wrapped the bandage tightly, Pei Wunian frowned immediately, but did not withdraw his hand.

The doctor said angrily, "There is still rust on this wound! It's so deep, it will immediately fester and tetanus! After the infection, the whole hand will be troublesome to hold chopsticks, let alone a sword!..."

Naturally, Song Xueqiao couldn't say a word, and when the two of them took the medicine, paid the bill and left the pharmacy, the doctor couldn't stop scolding and nagging them.

This time Song Xueqiao took the initiative to carry the young man on his back, and when he returned to the restaurant, everyone was already asleep, only the boy who received them was still sitting in the hall with his chin propped up.

After shaking the buddy awake, the buddy saw that they came back with someone else, one more ration, and immediately asked with a smile if he wanted to arrange another room, nodded his head and paid the bill again, Song Xueqiao's annoyance gradually faded away.

At the edge of the sandalwood table during the day, he stared at the sleeve, and after the little annoyance disappeared, he suddenly felt the same anger as the old doctor, and said ironically, "Pei Shaoxia is really heroic, did that sword ever Draw two or two blood flowers?"

Pei Wunian was leaning against the bed, his hair was loose on his shoulders, his injured hand was not hidden anymore, the blood under the bandage was quite dazzling, he didn't answer, but just flipped through a thin book.

"Brother—" Song Xueqiao dragged out his voice.

Pei Wunian "Wow -" turned a page.

"Elder Brother—"

"Wow—"

"Brother?—"

"Wow—"

"Wu Nian? Nian Nian?"

"Wow—"

"Pei Wunian!!"

Pei Wunian was finally willing to look up at him, and smiled gently, "Is there something wrong? Junior brother~?"

Song Xueqiao was chilled by his yelling, but he always walked around the world with shamelessness, walked to the bedside, rolled over on the couch, lay down beside him, grabbed the book and threw it aside, "I'm asking you what's the matter What? What is the origin of the old man? Can even hurt you?"

"The origin of Tanhuanlou." Pei Wunian reached out for the book again, flipping through it seemingly casually, but his voice became lower and lower.

"I know, I was asking why he could hurt you?"

"You think I'm invincible?" Pei Wunian turned his head and didn't look at him.

"I have felt that you are invincible since I was eight years old. If not, I hope so too." Song Xueqiao blinked flatteringly, "After all, I am convinced that Tanhuanlou really has a lot to do with Ding Mobai, so I thought about it a bit There are dangerous ways."

"any solution?"

"Didn't Dungeon say that that person is the one who can't bear to be called the master of ten princesses the most?" Song Xueqiao grinned, "Then let's take the bait."

Pei Wunian finally sat up straight, feeling a bad premonition, fixedly looked at him, "What are you going to do?"

Song Xueqiao leaned to his ear with a smirk, and Pei Wunian suddenly wanted to avoid it, but he stretched out his hand to hold her back, muttering a bit before Shi Shiran let go.

Eldest Young Master Song smiled, but Senior Brother Pei hesitated to speak.

"The one-eyed old man was killed, and that person will not return to Prince An's Mansion for a short time. If he wants to escape, he must go to another den of the remaining party in Tanhuanlou. A wonderful way, a wonderful way."

Senior Brother Pei was still speechless, his face was slightly flushed.

"What's the matter?" Song Xueqiao didn't realize it, and hooked his shoulders, "I'm a playboy, what are I afraid of?...Eh? Why did your book fall..."

Before he finished speaking, the tragic book was thrown aside, and the candle was extinguished by the palm of his hand.

Song Xueqiao asked secretly, "Could it be possible that Your Excellency has already practiced peerless martial arts, and it looks like nothing else?"

Pei Wunian frowned, and threw out two words.

"sleep!"