Biography of Xi Shan

The scenery along this road seems a bit gloomy, and I am not in the mood to appreciate the scenery along the way. Compared with the Wuji Sect in Changming Prefecture, this place is more luxurious. In addition, it is hidden in a deep valley, and the scenery is more beautiful and green.

Shao Shishi pushed open the door and invited Jing Ji to enter. The room was furnished in an elegant and simple way. The screen embroidered with ink and lotus covered half of the light. The room was filled with the smell of sandalwood. There were few guests, and even if there were, most of them were Zhao Peiran's guests.

After Jing Ji took his seat, a maid came to serve tea, and then left with Shao Shiyi.

The door was opened straight, and there were a few disciples holding swords standing at the door, looking at him with indifference, eyes full of vigilance.

Jing Ji was in a depressed mood, lying on the table and fiddling with the teacups on the table boredly.

Half an hour later, Chen Daozhen followed, and before entering the door, he saw Jing Ji's desolate appearance, his heart tightened, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

"Why are you so obedient? Sitting here motionless." Chen Daozhen knelt down in front of him, eyes level with him, deliberately showing a flattering smile to make him happy.

Jing Ji sat on the round stool, pursed his lips and said, "Maybe I'm a little sleepy."

Chen Daozhen touched his face with a smile, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to recite it?"

Jing Ji turned to look at the people at the door, blushed and said, "They will laugh at you."

"They dare not look." Chen Daozhen turned around, "Come up."

Jing Ji pursed his lips, leaned over slowly, embraced his neck from behind and said, "I've grown so big."

"The last time you told me this sentence, you showed me..."

Jing Ji covered his mouth and said anxiously: "Don't talk about it, how do you still remember what happened all these years?"

Chen Daozhen supported him with one hand, grabbed his wrist with the other and kissed his palm, "I remember everything about you."

Jing Ji leaned on his shoulder and laughed muffled.

The night was hazy, only the chirping of cicadas came and went, Jing Ji pushed open the door and walked into the room slowly.

Su Lingling coughed twice, smiled wryly, "Are you here to kill me?"

Jing Ji pursed her lips and said, "I have a question to ask you. Have you ever realized your mistake?"

Su Lingling could only let out a giggle, and she looked particularly eerie and weird in the quiet night, "So what if I know I'm wrong, can you pass on all your skills to me? You can, make me kill, kill Did you vent your anger on that lunatic?"

Jing Ji lowered his eyes in disappointment, he raised his hand and slapped Su Lingling on the forehead, killing her with one slap to save her from further suffering.

Su Lingling spat out a mouthful of blood, but her eyes became clearer. She closed her eyes slowly and spit out two words - thank you.

This was actually the only real thank you in her life.

Jing Ji felt cold all over, he closed his eyes and stood there for a long time before turning and leaving.

After Jing Ji left for a while, the door was opened again, Wu Wuzi stood at the door with a gloomy complexion, she walked into the room with a sneer, and said in a low and slow voice: "One died...there is another... ..."

The witch fiddled with the vase in the corner, and the wall slowly turned to reveal a door. The witch walked into the back room and looked at the woman in front of her with a pervasive smile.

"The one outside will die if he dies. You are different. Don't worry, my old lady will take good care of you!"

The woman was imprisoned on the wall by iron chains, scale-like things grew on her face, only a pair of eyes leaked out, the original color of the pink skirt could no longer be seen clearly, she moved her throat but could only utter Hoarse cooing.

Jing Ji took advantage of the night to rush back, and felt a little strange when he entered the courtyard.

Chen Daozhen sat alone at the table, the teacup was steaming.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip slowly, as if he asked casually, "Where did you go?"

"Go kill someone." Jing Ji frowned slightly.

"Kill who?"

Jing Ji paused, and said in a low voice, "Su Lingling."

Chen Daozhen's cold face softened a little, he stood up and said: "It's getting late, go to sleep."

Jing Ji pursed his lips, a little uncertain whether Chen Dao was really angry.

When he got into bed, Chen Daozhen hugged him from behind as before, intertwined his fingers, and leaned his head gently on his shoulder, the black hair was inextricably entwined.

"Brother Chen, are you angry with me? Did you capture Su Lingling?"

"Su Lingling was indeed captured by me. If she dares to hurt you, she will have to pay the price." Chen Daozhen's tone was calm and calm, as if he was just dealing with ordinary things.

Jing Ji kept silent like a gnat in his throat, Chen Daozhen became what he is today, all because of him, even though Chen Daozhen lost the whole world, he was the only one who gave everything to him. Jing Ji couldn't say a single harsh word to him.

Everything started because of him.

Chen Daozhen folded his arms and whispered in his ear: "Jing Er, don't worry, no matter what you do, even if it takes my life, I will never be angry with you, don't be afraid of me, don't be afraid of me... ..”

Jing Ji's eyes were moist, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, then turned over and held Chen Daozhen's face in his hands, and said solemnly: "Chen Daozhen, no matter you are a human or a ghost, a demon or a demon, I will always be with you Never leave or leave, even if it turns into a pile of white bones, I will grow up with you and be buried in the ground."

Chen Daozhen's eyes were radiant, and he closed them in just a moment, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

The next morning Jing Ji went to see the witch, and smelled a strong fragrance as soon as he entered the small courtyard.

Jing Ji walked into the kitchen, smiled and called mother, but walked towards the steamer.

The witch patted his hand away, and said with a smile: "It's not ready yet, don't open it, it will take time for this old hen to taste."

Jing Ji nodded hurriedly, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Mother, I'll wash the vegetables for you."

"Don't make trouble, just sit and go." The witch lowered her head and said slowly, "Last night..."

Jing Ji's heart sank, the smile on his face couldn't hold back, and he looked at the witch timidly.

"That little bastard Su Lingling couldn't bear it and died last night."

Jing Ji pursed his lips, and called out in a low voice: "Mother, the past is over."

The witch snorted coldly, but didn't answer.

"Mother, let me bury her bones, she is dead now, let her rest in peace."

The witch was silent for a long time before saying: "Go."

Jing Ji found a quiet and peaceful place to bury Su Lingling's body, and erected a wooden tablet for her.

He squatted on the grave and said in a low voice: "Lingling, in the next life, I hope you will be well-informed, contented and happy. If you have any grudges, come to me. Don't have any more entanglements with my mother and Chen Daozhen."

Jing Ji sat down cross-legged, watching the green grass turn white.

Even though he confronted Su Lingling plausibly, he knew in his heart that those high-sounding rhetoric were just excuses. He knew his purpose well, and he couldn't let Su Lingling step out of this door. If Su Lingling returned to the Xishan School, she would never give up. Even if you have no power to restrain the chicken, gossip is always the sharpest weapon. The situation of his mother and Chen Daozhen will only get worse, and there will be no peace for the Xishan School and the Wuji School.

Jing Ji smiled wryly, saying that Su Lingling had a happy ending, but it was for his own selfish desire.

He claims to be a decent man, but he is nothing more than a hypocrite after all.

But he would rather be like this than leave future troubles for Chen Daozhen.

At this moment, Jing Ji suddenly understood Chen Daozhen's mood, he would pay any price to protect himself, even if his hands were soaked in blood, he would not hesitate to create a great evil in the world.

When is there really a distinction between good and evil in the world, good and evil are often only in one thought.

Jing Ji stood up, looked at the distant sky and said, "I can't tell right from wrong now, but after all I understand that there are other reasons for intimacy. Brother Chen cherishes me as much as his life, and takes all the lives of the people in the world for me. I, Jing Ji, will never I will let him down half a point, I am willing to be criticized by thousands of people for him, and I will always be by his side even if my heart is broken."

A maid hurriedly walked through the long corridor with a food box, and suddenly there was the sound of a wheel turning in her ears, her footsteps softened, she turned around and blessed Fushen and said, "My servant has seen Mr. Jiu."

The drunkard turned the wheel of the wheelchair, sniffed his nose and said, "Come here, what are you holding?"

Three years ago, the drunkard injured his head and legs, and he has been relying on a wheelchair for all these years. Although he has experienced countless storms in his life, it is always a catastrophe for him to lose his legs. In these years, he has become more calm on the surface , but in fact his personality became more and more perverse. The only thing that hasn't changed is that the wine gourd still doesn't leave his body for a moment.

The servant girl said: "The suzerain ordered the kitchen to make some pastries, and the servant girl is about to send them to the suzerain."

The drunkard frowned suspiciously and said, "Open it and let me see."

The maid frowned hesitantly.

"Open!" The drunkard turned up the volume, and the maid immediately lifted the lid in fright.

There are four plates of pastries inside, each plate is small, but they are all exquisite and small snacks.

"When did my master like to eat cakes? It's really strange. Let me open the lower layer."

The servant girl tremblingly opened the second layer, and there was only one plate inside. On the plate were two big meat buns, which were still warm at the moment, and the aroma was very tempting.

The drunkard had a bright mind, he picked up the plate with a smile, ignored the anxious look of the servant girl, and said with a smile: "I'll take this bun."

The servant girl knelt down and said anxiously: "Mr. Jiu, please forgive me. The suzerain specially ordered you to have these meat buns. If you take them, you will lose your life."

The drunkard head said: "Don't be afraid, when my master asks, you just say that I took it, and ask Xiaojing to ask me for it." The drunkard head pushed the wheelchair and left.

The servant girl flushed with anxiety, but she had no choice but to close the lid and run towards the study.