Yanshan Exquisite Record

The Emei disciples remained silent.

Song Xueqiao knew that they had no place to vent their anger and came here to find trouble, so even if Pei Wunian explained, they could pretend they didn't hear...except for those little girls with peachy eyes.

Zhang Zhongkui's pine-like face twitched twice, he glanced at the group of people behind Du Lian indifferently, and snorted coldly, "I'm still sitting here, are you going to be an old man?!"

The cup was slammed on the table again, splashing two lines of water with tea leaves, which slowly flowed down the side of the table.

A group of disciples in the hall were stunned by the yelling, several Hengshan disciples took a few steps back, and there was still a square-faced boy who defended in a low voice, "It's obvious that you shot too hard!"

"It's obvious that you are being unreasonable and deceiving people first!" Song Xueqiao couldn't help retorting.

"We're here to investigate hidden weapons! We're just taking you as a suspect! Why are you lying!" Fang blushed and his neck was thick, and the young men behind him slowly raised their swords, and followed suit.

"Heh." Song Xueqiao couldn't help but chuckled. He was always able to talk but not move. "Suspect? Do you have any evidence?"

"The Taoist Yanshan's dirty things are all in the tomb! Except you...there is no other person in the world who can make such things!" Fang Lian took a step forward, plausible, and his eyes were a little twitching. Hong, "Furthermore, it's not you! Pei Wunian will be guilty of protecting you again!"

"Tsk tsk, this is called a heroic demeanor. If you are hunted down by scoundrels, he will save you!" Song Xueqiao went around to Pei Wunian's side and put his hand on it.

Pei Wunian rarely accepted his compliment, smiled cooperatively, and nodded towards Fanglian.

Song Xueqiao got even more excited, and snorted, "Then, are you a scoundrel? Or the one who planted the hidden weapon?"

Ye Yingchun couldn't help but burst out laughing with a "puchi".

"You!!" Fang's face was completely red, and his eyes were already red. The hand holding the sword was trembling, and his voice was also trembling, "You are spitting blood!"

"I don't." Song Xueqiao spread her hands and suddenly said with a smirk, "Do you like Qiong Mo'er?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized that he had said the wrong words, because the square face's nose twitched, his facial features twisted together immediately, and then he cried out with a "wow", and the sword fell to the ground with a "bang", a ten Five or six-year-olds actually cried with a puddle of snot and tears.

Song Xueqiao took two steps back in horror, he only knew how to comfort the girl, he couldn't do anything with the child.

"Qiu Yi! Shut up!" Another old voice sounded like he was holding back thick phlegm.

Zhang Zhongkui had watched them arguing and didn't intend to answer, but now he raised his eyes when he heard the voice, and snorted, "Master Jingkun, head of the room, I thought you guys like listening to corners."

The teenagers at the door naturally stepped aside, and walked in a cheerful and smiling old man, with purple-gold noble air, gray hair and jade crown, beside him was a gray-haired old lady, wearing a brown Taoist robe, with the corners of his mouth raised , but with sarcasm, his eyes swept across the people in the room, and finally looked at Du Lian who was still fainting not far away, and suddenly kicked Qiu Yi who was crying hard.

That kick was not too heavy, but it was well aimed, and it happened to be on the door of the heart, Song Xueqiao saw it, and felt sad, "This Emei is too unreasonable, no matter how wrong my disciple is, he should protect the calf."

Qiu Yi staggered back and bumped against the door, crying out of breath, all the Emei disciples were silent, and quickly disappeared in a frantic manner, turning into shivering quails in their nests.

"Useless stuff!" Master Jing Kun squinted at Qiu Yi who was on the ground.

The head of the room looked very kind and acted very kindly, and persuaded, "Master, don't get angry, Mo'er died young, and the children are close, it is inevitable to mourn."

Pei Wunian bowed slightly, "This junior has met the head of the house, the head of the Shangguan."

Song Xueqiao was cast a sideways glance by Zhang Zhongkui, so he had no choice but to respectfully say, "The head of the house, the head of the Shangguan."

"Hmph, Wudang is really good at teaching. Those who can fight can talk." Jing Kun looked at the two of them, picked up the chair opposite Zhang Zhongyu and sat down slowly, "There are quite a few of them."

Song Xueqiao thought, "You haven't fought me before, how do you know I can't fight?"

"Since ancient times, young people have produced talents!" Fang Xiao continued to make love.

Jing Kun ignored him, just kicked Du Lian who was lying down with his toes, and told the disciples at the door, "Bring him back to the room."

The quails at the door rushed in, half hurriedly lifted up Du Lian, half panickedly helped up Qiu Yi, and after a while, they all dispersed. Several Hengshan disciples were still standing stupidly, and Fang Xiao stared at them, " What are you doing? Still watching the excitement?"

Several people shrugged and dispersed.

Seeing this, Ye Yingshu also closed the door and went out, "Talk slowly, everyone."

Gongsun Qingyan did not leave, the corpses were still in the room, he was holding a rosewood box, lightly applying some medicinal herbs to their wounds, although he was blind, he acted calmly, as if he knew exactly where the injuries were.

With the addition of these two eccentric old men in the room, the atmosphere suddenly became weird.

"Hmph, love between children is not a great weapon." Jing Kun looked at Qiong Mo'er's body and said with a sigh.

Zhang Zhongkui said, "It's normal for children to love each other. When everyone is dead, the teacher still keeps people around."

Fang Xiao followed suit, "It's a pity, it's a pity."

"It's a pity, then we have to investigate this matter." Jing Kun suddenly looked at Song Xueqiao, "Mr. Song, I heard the words just now very clearly.

Chu, indeed, they are too frizzy. "

Song Xueqiao nodded rather aggrieved.

Master Jingkun suddenly changed the subject, "However...you can't prove that you have nothing to do with this matter, after all, you are the most suspected."

"It's not that I can't understand what you mean." Zhang Zhongkui interrupted her, "Although Linglong Villa has withdrawn from the Jianghu for a long time, Xueqiao will be my disciple of Wudang for a day in Wudang, and you won't tolerate such dirty water."

"That's a bit harsh, don't be angry, Mr. Zhang, what kind of dirty water..." Fang Xiao waved his hand, and spoke very pleasantly, "We came here, hoping to give Mr. Song some justice. After all, Wudang was also involved in the accident."

He looked at Wuyi's body, moved it to the innermost shroud, and suddenly lowered his head and sighed heavily, "Hey! Twelve Niang is a good girl, although she has a bit of a temper, I don't know Which wolf-hearted dog would do this!"

"I understand what you mean." Pei Wunian, who had been silent after the greeting, suddenly said, "Since you suspect Song Xueqiao, it is the responsibility of this sect to find out the reason. Yi, this junior will also do his best."

Fang Xiao squinted at Pei Wunian, "Pei Shaoxia is so courageous."

Song Xueqiao raised his hand, "And me! I also have to clean up my grievances, don't I?"

Jing Kun raised his head and glanced at him, then snorted and moved his eyes away.

Fang Xiao looked at him with a smile, "Mr. Song must not be arrested this time."

Song Xueqiao originally wanted to make a young hero listen, but Fang Xiao still teased Jingkun's attitude, he just shook his head and said helplessly, "Nowadays, I won't be caught so easily."

"How can you work so hard on this matter." Master Jingkun laughed suddenly, her face was like chicken skin, and her smile was terrifying, "Our Emei will also send people to investigate."

"Oh?" Zhang Zhongkui became interested, and said in a bad tone, "What clues do you have?"

Hearing Zhang Zhongkui's tone, Song Xueqiao became more and more suspicious that Wudang and Emei really had a festive relationship.

As expected, Jing Kun also snorted back quite disdainfully, "The turtle jade was destroyed in the box, how can I tell you Wudang about this kind of thing, if Mr. Song is not wronged and we kill him first, so what? "

Zhang Zhongkui's beard is crooked with anger.

Fang Xiao continued to smooth things over, "How about this, after each family finds out the news, they fly pigeons directly to Jianghu Tower, and Mr. Gongsun will be a witness to defend against the enemy together. Mr. Gongsun is not from Jianghu, you should believe him. "

Gongsun Qingyan used to put embalming agents on the corpse quietly, but now he was named, as he had predicted, and said with a smile, "If you don't dislike it, you should do your best."

Hearing this, Pei Wunian didn't seem to want to entangle her anymore, "The junior will take his leave first, and when there is news, he will pass on the letter."

Gongsun Qingyan smiled at him, raised his hand and said, "The pigeon coop is in the backyard, so Pei Shaoxia can take it by himself."

Seeing that Pei Wunian was about to leave, Song Xueqiao would not linger among the old men and grandmothers and their corpses, so he immediately saluted and hurriedly followed out.

Running up the stairs to the backyard, the air was suddenly much fresher. Pei Wunian walked in front of him and sighed, "Sure enough, they were already waiting for you the first day you arrived."

"I've had this premonition for a long time," Song Xueqiao shook his head, he suddenly wondered, "Why do I think there was any conflict between Wudang and Emei?"

Pei Wunian had already walked to the side of the pigeon loft, reached out and grabbed a flapping one, and carefully checked the wings, "You don't know?"

Song Xueqiao also caught a pigeon, but unfortunately his one was a bit fat, it couldn't fly in his hand, it lay lazily on its stomach, its snow-white fur was so beautiful, it made people want to touch it.

Song Xueqiao always thought of what to do, so he rubbed the pigeon's hair and said, "I only know that the two of them are really tired and flustered when they talk."

"Just be tired." Pei Wunian seemed quite satisfied with the pigeon, put it on his hand and fed some food, and the pigeon obediently stood on his shoulder, "I'm tired just listening."

Song Xueqiao also sent the fat pigeon to his shoulder, "Then what's going on?"

"What else can there be?" Pei Wunian looked at the gray wall and red windows behind the Jianghu Tower and sighed, "It's about the love between children."

Song Xueqiao's chin fell off with a "crack".