Biography of Xi Shan

There was a drawer of steaming hot meat buns on the steamer, and the young man in linen clothes in front of the stove was staring at the steamer eagerly, with big eyes wandering around, looking very clever.

The cook who fanned the fire took a look, and said expressionlessly: "The buns are almost ready, bring them out."

The young man smiled and stretched out his hand. Before the cook could stop him, the young man pinched his earlobe with his aching hands, and his fingers were tingling hot.

The cook glared at him, hating him and said: "Why did those people call you to help? In the past, with your hard work, you couldn't even sweep the floor."

The young man smirked, and lifted his turban up, revealing a clearly visible face, isn't it just Jing Ji.

Duan Hongxue lay lazily on the roof, lifted a piece of brick and looked in, couldn't hold back a smile when he saw it.

Seeing Jingji's stupidity, the cook couldn't bear to scold anymore, she sighed and said, "It's pitiful, that group of people who kill thousands of swordsmen are merciless, and when they kill people, it's like a knife up and down. Our master is the leader of the martial arts alliance. Now I have to be bullied by them, how can I have a good life in the future, I am afraid I will die."

Jing Ji lowered his voice and said: "Don't talk about it, ma'am, don't let people listen to it, it's better to cook quickly, it's time to deliver the meal later."

The cook sighed leisurely and said: "What are you doing, these big meat buns are for those beasts to eat, those heroes, here, just eat that." The cook pointed to a bucket of overnight rice porridge in the corner , face flushed.Thinking that her master used to eat fresh vegetables and fruits although he didn't eat a lot of fish and meat, but now he wants to eat bran porridge that everyone despises, so she can't bear it.

Jing Ji was also very angry, how could this be eaten by humans, when he saw it just now, he thought it was reserved for pigs and chickens!How noble is his master, how can he eat these?

Jing Ji lifted the lid of the steamer indignantly, kicked a big meat bun into his arms without hesitation.

After a while, some disciples of Ghost Shadow Sect came to get their lunch. All they ate were steaming big meat buns, as well as braised pork with thick oil and red sauce. In the end, even the cucumbers in the kitchen were not spared. For those locked up martial arts practitioners, even the servants in the kitchen can only eat leftovers.

After drinking and eating, a disciple of Ghost Shadow Sect walked into the kitchen and hit the head of the cook with a scabbard. He raised his face and said proudly: "You take someone to deliver food to the people in the prison."

The cook tremblingly agreed, and hurriedly carried the porridge bucket in the corner.

Jing Ji rolled his eyes, pushed away the boy who was helping to deliver the meals, and moved forward to pick up another bucket of bran porridge.

The boy staggered and nearly fell off, but delivering food is not a good job, he is happy to have a fool rushing to do it.

The cook took a look at Jing Ji, didn't say anything, picked up the porridge bucket and walked to the front.

The location of the dungeon is not hidden, but there are many guards guarding the door. Compared with the ghost disciples I saw before, the few people here are obviously more cautious.

They wore the same black uniforms, their faces were expressionless and serious, and they held their swords tightly, ready to fight at any time.

"Stop." One of them stretched out his hand to stop the cook and Jing Ji, his eyes swept over them coldly, his eyes full of inquiry.

Jing Ji looked at him innocently, with a look of ignorance and fear.

The man was unmoved, he stared at Jing Ji, and stretched out his hand to grope around him.

Suddenly the man pressed on Jing Ji's chest, and ruthlessly reached out to take out an oiled paper bag from his arms. He glanced at Jing Ji and opened the oiled paper bag.

The cook was so frightened that her legs went limp, and she wished she could strangle the evil spirit beside her to death.

Jing Ji frowned, his lips mumbled and he couldn't speak, he was an honest person who had never seen the world.

The man looked at the meat bun with a strange expression on his face. He curled his lips in contempt, but there was no suspicious look in his eyes.

He threw the meat bun casually, waved his hand and said, "Go in."

Seeing him let him go easily, Jing Ji lowered his head even more, looking more and more panic-stricken.

Seeing Jing Ji go in, another disciple frowned and said, "There's something wrong with this kid, I've never seen such a tender and delicate servant."

The person who let him shrug his shoulders and said indifferently: "It's just a kid with dirty hands and feet, it's no big deal."

Jing Ji and the cook entered the dungeon. The dungeon was very large, but it couldn't hold the large number of people participating in the martial arts conference. Every cell was densely packed with people, and it was impossible to tell who was who at a glance.

A Ghost Shadow Sect disciple pointed to the inside and said, "Just distribute it to the people inside. Those people outside don't care, don't worry about it."

The cook nodded hurriedly and hurried inside.

The further you go, the fewer people are detained in the cell. Basically, they are some famous sects in the world, and the Xishan sect Wuji sect and other sects are imprisoned in the innermost part.

Jing Ji saw Chen Daozhen in the cell at a glance. Chen Daozhen was sitting cross-legged in meditation, his long hair was pouring down like a waterfall, his brows were as cold as frost, and his thin lips were lightly pursed. His face was a little pale, but his figure was still stable. Taishan, a thousand catties will not move.

As if sensing Jing Ji's gaze, Chen Daozhen opened his eyes abruptly, and his eyes turned from cold and gloomy to warm at that moment. It was a scene like spring flowers blooming, full of tenderness like melting winter ice and snow.

Then Chen Daozhen lowered his eyes, and lowered his head in thought as if ignoring him.

Jing Ji had a sore nose, and walked towards the nearest Qingshan faction. There was an empty plate in front of the cell. Jing Ji stretched the spoon over the railing and scooped a spoonful of porridge into the plate.

Wen Shanhua glanced at him, then moved his gaze away without any trace.Zhou Wutong clutched his trouser legs nervously, until Zhou Wentong pressed his hand, and then slowly relaxed.

The Xishan School is right next door to the Qingshan School, Liu Muyan glanced at him and pursed his lips lightly.

Jing Ji had glued the porcelain bottle to the bottom of the porridge bucket in advance, but now he pulled it hard and tore the small porcelain bottle off.Taking advantage of the time to spoon the porridge, he threw the small porcelain bottle vigorously, and the medicine bottle rolled under a pile of straw.

Lin Zixiao has always been restless, but now he is leaning against the corner calmly, looking at Jing Ji calmly.Lu Zhen, on the other hand, pursed her lips tightly, looking very nervous.

Jing Ji calmly walked through the cells one by one, and when he arrived at Chen Daozhen's place, he couldn't help raising his eyes and giving Chen Daozhen a faint look.

Chen Daozhen looked back at him indifferently, he bent down to carry the plate, and hooked Gou Jingji's little finger with his finger in a comforting manner.

Jing Ji raised his head, only to see that Chen Daozhen was still calm and breezy.

Jing Ji was spooning porridge when suddenly someone kicked his butt, and he fell to the ground inadvertently, his face covered in dust.

"Hurry up, I haven't eaten." The disciple guarding the cell glared at Jing Ji impatiently. He patted the dust on his hands and shouted cursingly.

Jing Ji hurriedly got up, rubbed his buttocks, nodded and bowed his waist, and said, "I know, I know, this will be fine."

A group of disciples from the Xishan School had reddened eyes almost anxiously, and when Liu Muyan glanced at them, they reluctantly held their breath.

Jing Ji walked out with a smile, and the gatekeeper disciple followed behind him, still cursing dirtyly.

"Wait." Chen Daozhen said suddenly, "I want to see Guizun."

The guard disciple looked at him, hesitant. Chen Daozhen and the others are now in the hands of Gui Zun, but this disciple still dare not make a mistake. The Wuji Sect is one of the most powerful sects in the Jianghu. Now Chen Daozhen wants to see Gui Zun. He didn't dare to delay, so he could only report first.

Jing Ji blinked, looked at Chen Daozhen suspiciously, and was dragged by the cook before walking out slowly.

Jing Ji followed the cook back to the kitchen. The help cooks were dozing on the stove. As soon as the cook came back, she yelled and called everyone up, scolding: "Everyone will hide away when they are full. Don’t need to eat? It’s all worrying to wash rice and cook.”

Jing Ji rubbed the rice listlessly, his mind was in a mess.

The cook raised her eyes, twisted Jing Ji's ears, and scolded: "Don't pretend that I don't have you, wash your rice carefully, and be careful not to eat it!"

The cook has been frightened for the past few days, and whenever she gets angry, she scolds people.

Jing Ji covered his ears and apologized repeatedly.

Duan Hongxue has been hiding in the dark all this time, seeing Jing Ji coming back safe and sound, he is finally relieved, now seeing the cowardly expression on his face being taught by the cook, he couldn't help laughing.

On the other side, after the guard disciple reported to Gui Zun, he was ordered to take Chen Daozhen to meet Gui Zun.

Chen Daozhen was taken to a room with iron chains on his hands.

Gui Zun stood in the middle of the room, pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Quickly release Young Sect Master Chen."

The disciple guarding the cell got the order, and immediately stepped forward to unlock it obsequiously.

Chen Daozhen turned his stiff wrist, raised his hand suddenly, and the disciple flew out, his eyes widened in horror, his nose was lifeless, his body finally slid down the wall, and a bloodstain protruded from the back of his head .

The man in the room pursed his lips, and said in a deep voice, "Chen Daozhen, why are you venting your anger on the disciples in my teaching?"

Chen Daozhen smiled coldly, and said lightly: "What? I can't even kill someone now?"

When he was demonstrating, the man laughed and said: "My dear brother, don't be angry, I have suffered for you these few days, and I am also afraid that other people will suspect it, but then again, what do you want from me today? Is it the son of Shen Ao?" Do you have any eyebrows?"

Chen Daozhen stared at him, and said word by word: "Let the real ghost come and talk to me."

The man was stunned, and he sat down on the chair with a flick of his hem, and said coldly: "Chen Daozhen, if you really want to cooperate with my Ghost Shadow Sect, then show your sincerity. of?"

Chen Daozhen sneered and said: "You use a fake martial arts secret book, and you want me to obey Chen Daozhen's orders?"

The man narrowed his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed involuntarily.

Chen Daozhen said: "You have arrested so many martial arts people now, I am afraid that the internal force of the ghost master can't suppress the madness, right? The ghost master's move is just drinking poison to quench thirst. Before I find Shen Ao's son, you'd better not offend him." Me, otherwise... I will destroy your last life-saving straw."

The man gasped heavily, and he shouted angrily: "Come on, send him back to the dungeon."

Chen Daozhen pursed his lips, patted the dust on his sleeves, and said lightly: "Also, let Gui Zun come and talk to me, otherwise the previous cooperation will not count."

The man took a few deep breaths, and when Chen Daozhen left, he slapped the mahogany table by his hand to pieces.

A man in blue came out from behind the screen, and he frowned and asked puzzledly: "Senior Brother Qingmu, why are you so afraid of this Chen Daozhen? Without him, we can still find Shen Ao's son!"

Aoki shook his head solemnly: "It's still useful for His Majesty to keep him, one day he will beg me. Shang Hua, I think something is wrong, Chen Daozhen came to me for no reason, is it just for these few words ? You go to the dungeon to have a look, and report to me immediately if there is any abnormality."

"Shang Hua takes orders!" The young man in blue hurried out holding his sword.

Aoki looked at the corpse in the corner with a gloomy face. This Chen Daozhen had a dignified face, but he was a real villain. The depth of his city was unimaginable. I'm afraid he had to be more careful in dealing with it.

As soon as Chen Daozhen left Aoki's room with his front foot, there was an explosion sound from the direction of the dungeon with his back foot.