Yanshan Exquisite Record

Lifting a rock to shoot himself in the foot, he was talking about Song Xueqiao.

If he was willing to put down his face a little bit, beg Zhang Zhongkui, or please Sikong Yueyao, he would definitely not be in the current situation.

One hides a needle in the cotton, and the other explodes at a touch.

As soon as Zhang Zhongkui left Xiaoyao Valley, Sikong Yueyao plunged into the attic, smashing things for two hours, and when it was approaching Haishi, the lingering sound lingered and refused to stop for a rest.

There was a "ping, ping, pong, pong" sound above the head, and the two people in this room had their own concerns, and they looked at each other without saying a word.

The candlelight in the room was dazzling, and the cold wind was blowing outside.

The two each hold a sword manual, the content is boring and lengthy, and there are many insects and snakes in the valley at night, and they can't sneak out to learn from each other, so Song Xueqiao can only count the swords in the book, and when he counts to the 370th sword, fight After a dozen or so yawns, he finally tilted his head and fell limply onto the table.

A drop of wax oil dripped down, and before his head touched the board, someone grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Song Xueqiao reacted extremely quickly, and immediately reached out to hit the hand that grabbed his collar. .

"Nothing." Pei Wunian patted him away effortlessly.

Song Xueqiao was not afraid of anything else in his life, but what he was most afraid of was superficial gentlemen. Pei Wunian's emotions were quite exposed when he was young, but now he sees everyone with a smiling face, which makes people wonder what he is thinking.

But Mr. Song's mind was spinning fast, and it was in the lobby of Longyan Pavilion, the place where he scolded Sikong Yueyao during the day, and the place where Pei Wunian was protecting Sikong Yueyao like an old hen... .... He immediately jumped off the table, casually took down the sword on the wall and placed it in front of him, staring, "I knew you wanted to avenge your little lover! Taking advantage of others' danger is not a gentleman! There is a kind of aboveboard beat."

"You can't beat me." Pei Wunian said lightly, not bothering to fight him at all, and was too lazy to refute the phrase "little lover".

Song Xueqiao was easily provoked, he sneered, "Have you ever fought with me? It's too early to draw conclusions."

Pei Wunian took out a bottle and put it on the table without looking at him, "With a swollen hand and an unsharpened hanging sword, do you really want to fight me?"

There were two loud noises above the head, as if the bookshelf had fallen to the ground.

Song Xueqiao saw that his face was calm and calm, and he rushed up in one breath and blocked his chest. He made a decisive decision, threw the sword away, and flew away with a knife in his hand, "Then use your bare hands."

The two of them were like a cat with a frizzy fur facing a gentle old hen.

The cat with its frizzed fur never left any room for attack, its blue paws directly scratched the old hen's face, the old hen gracefully turned around and fluttered its wings, all of which resolved the cat's chaotic scratching.

The cat changed from scratching to punching, and punched the old hen's belly with a punch. It was about to hit the cat. The cat couldn't help but burst into ecstasy, but the old hen looked indifferent, and just flicked it lightly with his sleeve.

The cat was stunned for a moment, and for some reason it deviated from the direction and smashed the wooden door right in front of it.

Retribution, definitely retribution, the cat roared in its heart, its head was about to explode, and its nose was tilted, but the waist was pushed back by someone, turning its back against the door, and the cat stood up straight in an instant.

The distance between the old hen and the cat is extremely close.

The old hen frowned. He was worried about the firecrackers above his head, and he didn't want to get serious with the cat.

Holding the cat's waist also made him feel quite awkward, because the old hen was not a playboy, let alone a hooligan.

Just about to throw it away like a hot potato, the old hen forgot one thing.

The cat not only scratches people, but occasionally has a strong desire for revenge. If it can't beat an old hen, it will be ashamed to kill the old hen, let alone an old hen who has lost face since the day he was let into the mountain.

Relying on his thick skin, Song Xueqiao raised his lips and tried his best to draw a wicked smile, and stuck it on like a dog's skin plaster, and he still couldn't forget a burst of sarcasm, "What's the matter? My brother said during the day that he is not interested in your little lover, so you are not interested in your little lover." Delivered to your door? You are very confident in your looks~"

The cat's paws were still twirling a strand of black hair on the old hen's shoulder.

The old hen froze for a moment.

The cat was very proud, but the cat also forgot one thing, the old hen only looked like an old hen, but the old hen, who didn't show her emotions, was actually a very aggressive rooster that was almost the same as him.

Pei Wunian was not choked by him for a long time, so he simply put his hands on his waistline, got closer, and said mockingly, "No matter how beautiful I am, I can't compare to the second Miss Song, she is a beautiful woman."

Song Xueqiao's face was pale, and he was completely angry.

If Song Xueqiao was shameless and ranked second in the world, Pei Wunian definitely deserved the number one.

The door on the other half of the side was suddenly kicked open with a bang, and the firecracker leaned in, with his hips on his hips, and shouted loudly, "What are you doing at night?! The movement is louder than me..."

Sikong Yueyao's voice became lower and lower, but her eyes opened wider and wider, and the big black grape-like eyeballs almost fell out.

She was so angry by Song Xueqiao that she was crying, and Zhang Zhongkui specifically told her not to be violent, so after thinking about it for a while, she thought she was clever and came up with an excellent solution - smashing his Longyan Pavilion indiscriminately.

Unexpectedly, halfway through the project, it was interrupted by a bigger movement downstairs. The firecrackers that were already in a fit of anger completely ignited, and they walked downstairs in three steps. The firecrackers have lived for more than ten years, and they have probably never been seen A sight even stranger than before.

Her lifelong enemy and her most beloved elder brother stood behind the door, looking at each other affectionately, not only that, but hugging each other...

The three of them were stunned for a long while, the expressions on the idiot's look at the idiot were different, but they were all wonderful.

At midnight, the red leaves in Xiaoyao Valley were suddenly shaken three times by a loud roar.

"Rogue Song! My old lady is going to do justice for the sky today——!!!!"

With half of his arm swollen, Song Xueqiao escaped several punches before hiding in his bedroom.

After confirming that the door was locked, he curled up on the bed, grinning in pain.

He was quite aggrieved, obviously Pei Wunian didn't look like a good person just now, but Sikong Yueyao only greeted him with her fist, and she was getting more and more courageous in the battle, quite a bit of a stormy posture, completely forgetting the daytime Someone grabbed her waist and hit the door hard with his hand.

After tearing off a layer of sleeves, from the back of the hand to the entire forearm, they were all bruised and swollen. Song Xueqiao slept very dishonestly, and when he turned over, the wound was pressed on the couch, and there was a layer of cold sweat.

Finally, it was dark in Xiaoyao Valley in the middle of the night, and finally impatient, he tiptoed out of the window, gasped for air and cursed himself that he should have moved the bruise ointment and cool powder from the drop box in the living room to the bedroom .

Being in his own residence is like being a thief, the mood of Mr. Song can no longer be described as miserable.

The hall was dark and empty, and lighting up the lights would definitely alarm the brothers and sisters nearby, so he made a fire and carefully searched in the dark.

Outside the window, the red leaves are rustling, and the autumn night is cool. When the hall of Longyan Pavilion was first built, Zhang Zhongkui, in the name of his apprentice, in order to satisfy his elegant posture of a hermit, specially opened large windows front and back. There are red leaves, and there is a considerable pool of water in the back, which is only blocked by azure veils.

Fengya is indeed Fengya, but it is a pity that spring and summer attract mosquitoes, and autumn and winter blow cold wind, especially for a sneaky intruder, every time the red leaves shake outside, he will tremble with fear when he hears the clear voice.

After Song Xueqiao patted the contents of the dropbox in a row like a thief, he widened his eyes and identified them one by one, then wiped them with his sleeve resolutely, and looked at them again from the beginning carefully.

After a while, he accepted the inhumane fact that there was ginseng antler in it, but there was no ointment for bruises.

After being stunned on the ground for a while, he wrapped his clothes, sneezed twice, and silently moved towards the door as if resigned to his fate.

The torch in his hand was flickering, and one of the two low tables in the hall was badly handed. It was broken into two pieces by Sikong Yueyao's horizontal kick, and the other one was also knocked off a leg. On it was Pei Wunian. The bottle that was put down at night.

Song Xueqiao paused, hesitated for a moment, picked it up to have a look, smelled it, there was a pungent peppermint smell, and rubbed it on the back of his hand a little bit, after a while, the dull pain subsided by a lot , the original dark blue also faded.

He was very pleasantly surprised, thought it was really a good thing, no one was around, put the bottle in his sleeve, healed the scar and forgot the pain, and slipped away through the window.

Xiaoyao Valley is quiet, except for the three of them, there are only Zhang Zhongkui who comes by for a walk by chance and the macaque who comes by to steal things by chance, so it is also an excellent holy place for martial arts.

Pei Wunian respectfully obeyed his master's orders, and taught each move and style, heart and sword techniques unequivocally. Although Song Xueqiao was stubborn, he never slacked off in his practice, and he didn't procrastinate in the tasks assigned every day. All is well.

After the battle in the hall, Pei Wunian used some method to appease Sikong Yueyao. When she saw Song Xueqiao again, she calmed down a lot. She just had a pretty face showing disgust. floating on the body.

Song Xueqiao was naturally savvy, as soon as she came out, she silently hid with her sword in her hand and went to the back mountain to chop maple leaves to play.

There are red maples all over the mountains and plains, the wind blows through the branches and leaves, and a large area is blown down, like a red snowfall in early winter. The sword of the same name.

The sword formula is learned in conjunction with Linglong Villa's "Wushuang Sword Manual", which can achieve the greatest fit between the sword skills and strength in the Wushuang Sword Manual. The red leaves fall fast, and the more leaves that can be cut off in one move of the Wushuang Sword Manual, the more It means that his speed is faster.

The change of seasons in the valley is as fast as his sword. In the blink of an eye, Song Xueqiao's half-baked swordsmanship has been comparable to Pei Wunian's, but it is still slightly inferior in strength, and Pei Wunian has learned by analogy, and also involves acupuncture and boxing. Therefore, it is not easy to win.

This comparison is the second year, at the turn of autumn and winter, the rare scene of red leaves covered with thin snow in the valley, and the sound of swords in the courtyard, shaking the ground from time to time with snow particles, and soon sinking into bluestones all over the ground.

After seven or eight moves, Wen Shuang finally aimed at the gap with great effort, and swiped another sword, Yunshan fell to the ground with a "bang".

When Song Xueqiao was proud, he saw Pei Wunian punching him in the face. He was startled, and just as he was about to raise his palm to meet him, the punch spread out like a crane spreading its wings. Flipping over, one arm was across the front of the neck, fingers resting on the vital part of the carotid artery, and the other hand had easily strangled his two wrists.

The shot was fast, but there was no force from the fingertips, and even his neck was not fastened.

Song Xueqiao was restrained, and his back was pressed against Pei Wunian's chest. His first reaction was to shout in surprise, "What kind of new move is this!!"

Pei Wunian let him go calmly, silently picked up the pitiful Yunshan on the ground, wiped two handfuls of mud on it, and was about to answer, but Sikong Yueyao rushed out of the room with a blue light, With the same loud voice, "Brother! What's wrong with Yunshan?!"

Although Sikong Yueyao was reckless, she was extremely talented, she had been practicing swords with the two of them for a long time, and she could tell which sword landed by her ears.

If it was Wenshuang, she would definitely taunt Song Xueqiao from the second floor. If it was Yunshan who landed on the ground a few times, she would definitely come out with a blue light sword to avenge Pei Wunian.

As usual, Song Xueqiao took three steps and two steps, and fled to the back mountain.