Yanshan Exquisite Record

Song Xueqiao didn't know Pei Wunian until he went to Wudang, the specific age was about eight to nine years old, and he vaguely remembered that Pei Wunian was still very thin at that time, and he didn't like to laugh very much.

At that time, all sects and sects often exchanged feelings at that time. Except for a group of monks in Shaolin, basically every once in a while, there was a table of wine for the east family and a table for meat for the west family. The banquet was in full swing. , the back of the house is facing the mountain, and the front is facing the water. Song Dingya is good at making friends, and he has become one of the big heads without hesitation.

Father is hospitable, and son naturally does his part too.

At that time, Song Xueqiao hadn't become an unlucky hostage, and when the adults were eating and talking about things, he took a group of half-year-old children to fish, walk birds, and catch grasshoppers in the villa. They didn't want to stop playing until they were covered in mud, and they were often held up by the adults. The broom chased after him.

At that time, there was also a young master in Huashan Yinshui Villa who was about the same age as him, named Lu Zhanmu. Because there were no brothers in the family, only sisters, they came and went, got along very well, hooking shoulders and shoulders like brothers.

As the saying goes, doing evil is in pairs, and the two often join hands to act rampantly and do evil. The left family picks two dates, and the right family asks for a melon, which is very prestige.

Until one day, Lu Zhanmu suddenly told him mysteriously that he had heard from a young man that the old man Zhang from Wudang brought a very beautiful little girl to Linglong Mountain Villa, but the little girl was shy and stayed on the lake since she came during the day In the study, he refused to come out to meet people.

Song Xueqiao was digging ricefield eels, and when he heard this, he threw the shovel aside. He had a rogue heart that was vividly displayed when he was seven or eight years old. He was immediately overjoyed, and the two discussed and decided to visit the study on the lake at night.

The study on the lake in Linglong Villa is not really a study, but a guest room built by Song Dingya on the lake in the courtyard. It is exquisitely ring-shaped with eight sides, carved beams and painted, and there is a white marble platform with lotus flowers in it. It is spacious, and those who stay can enjoy the lake and mountains from the window of the room. It is also one of the buildings that Song Dingya is most proud of.

And this ingenious building in the center of the lake has become a part of the implementation of his plan in Song Xueqiao's eyes.

It's simple to say, when the moon first rises, the Linglong Villa serves dinner, and when the night is dark, the guests go back to their rooms. During this time, the lake study is guarded by house slaves at the door of each house, and there is not even a single rat around. People's Qinggong is learned at an early age, and it is not difficult to jump from the white marble platform into one of them.

Hearing this, Lu Zhanmu nodded desperately, "Brother Song is really smart."

Song Xueqiao waved his hands very modestly, "Where, where."

So that night, two figures sneaked into the study on the lake, and then sneaked up to the white marble platform. The moonlight was warm, and a lamp was dimly lit in a room in the northeast, and there were many figures under the lamp. , cast a dark light and shadow on the window screen.

Lu Zhanmu grabbed the stone platform and nodded, tsk-tsk said, "You have a good figure."

Song Xueqiao nodded, and said, "It's not good for such a girl to be placed in a place like Wudang, surrounded by guys who practice swords and boxing all day long."

Lu Zhanmu asked suspiciously, "Why not? Wudang martial arts are so strong, the girls who teach them must be unrivaled in martial arts!"

"Then you won't be gentle." Song Xueqiao stared at the figure that seemed to be moving, shook his head and said, "It's important for a girl to be strong in martial arts and not be bullied, but what's more important is to be well loved and protect them from being bullied." It's the right way."

"Then wouldn't it be more convenient for them to practice martial arts by themselves?" Lu Zhanmu was puzzled.

"You don't even know!" Song Xueqiao unfolded the fan from his sleeve with a "snap", "Go in and see how beautiful it is!"

There are four lotus lamp pillars around the white marble platform. The two turned around one after the other, brushed the lotus pillars with their toes, and lay on the carved window like a gecko, winking at each other. In the room, the beautiful girl in the room was holding a book, when she froze suddenly, a long sword was out of its sheath.

"It's so high!" Song Xueqiao was stumbled by the window sill, spit out the yellow mud in his mouth, and went to pat the ashes on his white shirt. Lu Zhanmu, who came in beside him, reacted faster. Seeing that cold light, he was about to cry, "Song...Brother Song."

"Song, your head." Song Xueqiao was still sweeping his sleeves persistently, completely ignoring that the long sword had landed on his neck.

"Who are you?" The beauty finally opened her mouth, her voice soft and waxy, so cute, Song Xueqiao smiled instantly and raised her head, "Dare to ask Miss Fang..."

The sword edge on his neck was cold, Song Xueqiao didn't stop because of this, but because he looked straight at him, "Wow! The girl really deserves the word "national beauty and heavenly fragrance!"

Lu Zhanmu trembled, "It's four... words."

The "girl" in front of her was a little shorter than them, thin and small, although she was not dressed in gray, but her complexion was quite fair and refreshing, her eyes were like stars, and her lips were like early cherry blossoms. Song Xueqiao thought that in the eyes of such a person, if A little more color should be quite seductive, but it's a pity that at this time, in addition to vigilance, there is only suspicion in the beauty's eyes...

"Young Master of the Song family?" The beauty finally restrained the hostility in her eyes a little bit, and turned to something weird, sheathing a sword flower, "Why don't you go through the main entrance?"

Song Xueqiao fanned his fan and took two steps forward, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "As the saying goes, if a man and a woman don't kiss each other, I don't mean to offend you...just."

"Do you want to kiss each other?" The beauty frowned, "Are you here to find Yueyao?"

"So your name is Yueyao, what a great name! It's gentle and pleasant!" Song Xueqiao smiled and praised her.

The beauty looked even weirder, as if she wanted to explain something to them, but the door was suddenly kicked open with a bang, and a little girl in red rushed in, shouting loudly, "Brother? Who is looking for?" Miss Ben?"

"Master...brother?" The two of them looked at the beauty in front of them, and in the blink of an eye, there were a lot of little girls in red clothes who came in, and they were stunned.

The little girl in red grabbed a duck leg and said loudly, "I'm Wudang Sikong Yueyao! This is my senior brother, Pei Wunian."

Song Xueqiao was shocked and had no time to answer. When Lu Zhanmu heard the name, he nodded thoughtfully and said without hesitation, "Could it be that Pei Wunian that Daoist Zhang picked up at the foot of the mountain a few years ago?"

Sikong Yueyao's temper has been restrained a lot now, and it reached the peak of explosion when she was eight or nine years old, and she could explode into darkness with just a little teasing. He greeted me, "You are not allowed to call my senior brother!"

Except for Wudang Shaolin, most of the masters in several big villas are the children of aristocratic families. They have been well-clothed and educated since they were young. No matter how good Pei Wunian is among his peers, he is just a picked-up child who is not valued by everyone. Not tall, thin and petite, with a somewhat docile personality, it is inevitable that others will find it easy to bully.

Sikong Yueyao is different. Sikong is the official family name of the dynasty. Before entering the mountain gate, he was raised to be strong and strong. He was killed on the mountain since he was a child. Although he is young, the strength of a punch is enough to make Lu Zhanmu's nose bruised and his face swollen. .

Song Xueqiao didn't have time to think about it, and stood in the middle of the melee between the two of them, "Calm down! Girl, calm down!"

"I told you to bully my senior brother!" Sikong Yueyao puffed her cheeks and swung her fist down without mercy, "Is Yinshui Villa amazing?! Is it amazing to be rich?"

"I didn't mean it!" Lu Zhanmu begged for mercy loudly, and then turned sideways to avoid Sikong Yueyao's Vajra Fist, "I'm just talking nonsense! Grandma!"

"If you continue to fight, you will die!" Song Xueqiao was also punched twice, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, he groaned, "I apologize! I apologize for him!"

Of course, they can't get serious with a little girl, they can only hope that she will vent her anger as soon as possible so that they can stop.

"Quick!" Sikong Yueyao was finally tired from beating, and tossed her hair, two braids fluttering in the wind, "Apologize!"

Pei Wunian looked at the chaotic scene in front of him in a daze. His age and experience could not tell him what to do next. After all, Wudang sect has strict rules about fighting in groups, let alone seeing it with his own eyes. It is rare to hear that even though Sikong Yueyao is a different kind, she never dared to be a monster on the mountain.

Furthermore, Wudang young masters who are as ignorant as Lu Zhanmu are also in the minority.

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, mixed with conversation, everyone in the room was startled except Sikong Yueyao, there was no doubt that those adults came back chatting happily.

Song Xueqiao suddenly came back to his senses at that moment, and without knowing where the strength came from, he suddenly pushed Sikong Yueyao onto Pei Wunian, regardless of how she was crying, and supported Lu Zhanmu, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, and jumped out of the window onto the white marble platform , tiptoed out of the study on the lake, and ran all the way until the sound and lights behind him gradually disappeared, and then stopped in front of a tall haystack behind the main house.

"What should we do now? That girl is really a hag." Lu Zhanmu panted heavily, his face was bruised and purple, and he grinned in pain.

Song Xueqiao's situation was not much better, but he patted his chest righteously, "You go back first, and just say that you caught fish with me, your father loves you, it will never do anything!"

Lu Zhanmu always regarded him as a big brother, nodded and got up, "I'm listening to you!"

"Hey, that's not right!" Lu Zhanmu touched his swollen chin, "The hag will definitely sue my father and your father, saying that we bully them as brothers and sisters, and my father will definitely not let me go ah!"

"It's over." Lu Zhanmu lowered his head again in frustration.

"Then you can also say it was my idea! In short, it's all right to push it on me!" Song Xueqiao blinked and shook his fan.

"What do you do?" Lu Zhanmu frowned, "Then I'm too dishonest!"

Song Xueqiao went to wave his hands, "I'm hiding in this haystack, and I'll go back after tomorrow, and they'll forget about it. Besides, I've been beaten up since childhood, so I'm not afraid."

After all, Song Xueqiao rolled up his sleeves, revealing a white and fat arm. Lu Zhanmu was finally relieved, and hooked Song Xueqiao with tears in his eyes, "Brother Song is so brave! Wait for me, I'll go back and check on you first." False and true! I'll bring you a quilt later!"

"Good brother!" Song Xueqiao also burst into tears.

Seeing Lu Zhanmu go far away, Song Xueqiao grinned his teeth and reached out to touch his proud face, but at this moment his face was swollen from the beating. He let out a long sigh, turned around suddenly, and pawed open the haystack like a dog. A layer of golden dry grass suddenly reveals a hole that can be bent into.

This is the perfect hiding place for Song Xueqiao after he was beaten up, or before he was beaten up. The reason is very simple, as long as he makes a mistake and hides, no one will be able to find him.

After this period of time, no matter how pitifully he came out, Mrs. Song and the eldest lady would hold him and cry for their father and mother, and looked left and right to see if he was hungry or injured. , It’s not good to touch him again, otherwise he will definitely be chased by his wife and daughter.

Humans always like to find what is lost.

Over time, this small grass hole has been filled with all kinds of gadgets and food by him. The autumn night is cool, and the haystacks are a bit windy. He hides in and pulls some straw to cover his body. Gai sneezed again, then squinted his eyes and fell asleep with his clothes on.