Biography of Xi Shan

Jing Ji woke up from the chaos, opened his eyes abruptly, only saw a piece of white curtain, he was lying on the bed, the quilt covering his body was neatly covered.

He turned his head when he heard the movement, and saw Liu Muyan sitting on a chair with a bowl of medicine in his hand, slowly stirring the medicine with a spoon.

"woke up?"

"Master, where is Brother Chen?"

Liu Muyan glanced up at him, and walked over slowly with the medicine.

Jing Ji hurriedly sat up and asked anxiously, "What about others?"

Liu Muyan said angrily: "He is very well, he is resting in the guest room now, you should take care of yourself first."

Jing Ji heaved a sigh of relief, and whispered, "I'm fine too."

Liu Muyan glared at him angrily, sat down on the chair beside the bed, blew a mouthful of medicine and fed it to his lips.

Jing Ji blinked and said: "Master, you see I'm really fine, I don't need to take medicine anymore, I'll go see Senior Brother Chen."

He was about to get up, but was held down by Liu Muyan. Seeing Liu Muyan's face was gloomy, he didn't say any more, quietly got back under the quilt, and swallowed the medicinal soup that Liu Muyan gave him in one gulp.

Liu Muyan sighed softly: "You, when you were a child, you were always bad at taking medicine, always yelling that you were not sick, and you would only take medicine when I had to prepare a big jar of candied fruit."

Jing Ji smiled and rolled his eyes and said, "I know Master loves me the most."

"You act recklessly because I love you, and now that you've grown up, you don't even listen to my words." Liu Muyan looked down at the dark concoction in the bowl, and said in a soft tone.

Jing Ji hurriedly said: "Master, I will listen to everything you say, so I'll drink all the medicine."

"Since you will listen to what the teacher says, then you have to do what you say." Liu Muyan put down the bowl and said solemnly, "The teacher wants to pass on the headship to you, and the Xishan Grand Ceremony will be held on the first day of next month. ceremony."

Jing Ji was startled and said, "Master, this disciple often caused troubles when he was young and ignorant, and this time the danger in Xishan was also caused by me. This disciple really cannot take on such a big responsibility. Besides, Master, you are still young, so you can't continue to be the head of the sect." Do you?" His tone was almost pleading, with inexplicable fear and anxiety.

Liu Muyan said calmly, "I've made up my mind to be a teacher, so you don't need to say anything."

Maybe he is indeed young, so there is no need to decide on the head successor so early, but he understands Jing Ji's temper best, if he is not kept at this time, once he leaves with Chen Daozhen, if he wants to come back to be the head One is as difficult as climbing the sky.

Liu Muyan's favorite was Lu Zhen back then. In terms of martial arts talent and personality, he was the best candidate.However, God's will tricks people, and all his disciples died in the end, but Jing Ji, this disciple, made a lot of martial arts accomplishments by mistake.

Liu Muyan was originally afraid that Jingji's soft personality would not make things happen, but during the battle at Xishan, Liu Muyan saw the shadow of his master in him in a daze.

With a heart of compassion but also decisiveness, a man who cares about the present and cherishes the past while distinguishing right from wrong, Liu Muyan couldn't find a second suitable candidate except Jing Ji.

Jing Ji was in a dilemma, he bit his lip, and said after a while: "Master, let me think about it."

Liu Muyan stroked his hair with a smile, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll wait for you to figure it out, Master."

After Liu Muyan left, Jing Ji got up and put on his clothes slowly, ready to see Chen Daozhen.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Liu Muyan left, Chen Daozhen entered the door behind.

"Senior Brother Chen, why are you up?" Jing Ji quickly stepped forward and led him to the bedside to sit down, "How is your injury?"

"It's all flesh and blood wounds, Master Liu is merciful." Chen Daozhen brushed Jing Ji's hair from his forehead, and gently kissed his smooth forehead.

Jing Ji reached out to pick off his clothes, and muttered, "Let me see your injuries."

Chen Daozhen pressed his hand and said with a smile, "You can't help it after just one kiss?"

Jing Ji blushed, "Don't talk nonsense, show me quickly."

He quickly tore off Chen Daozhen's clothes, pushing and pulling, Chen Daozhen gasped, his face dripping with sweat.

Jing Ji was taken aback, seeing that his body was covered with bandages, and blood oozes from several deep wounds as his body was stretched.

Chen Daozhen saw that his complexion was not good, so he quickly said: "The baby is good, just raise it for a few days and it will be fine."

Jing Ji sniffed, obediently stepped forward and kissed Chen Daozhen's lips, and answered listlessly.

Chen Daozhen hugged him, and kissed his eyes, nose and lips intermittently. After a long while, he said softly, "Why don't I move Wujizong to Xishan, just like I promised you back then." His complexion did not change, It's like gossip is commonplace.

Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, and then said: "This is not good. Today is different from the past. The former site of the Ghost Shadow Sect is steep and easy to defend and difficult to attack. If you move away from there, you will only attract enemies from the past."

Chen Daozhen smiled and said: "So what, you will be the head of the Xishan Sect from now on, and the Wuji Sect will not suffer from enemies in the territory of the Xishan Sect. Besides, I, Chen Daozhen, do everything by myself. No matter how bad it is, Jinger will accompany me."

Jing Ji whispered, "Did you hear it all?"

Chen Daozhen held his face in his hands and said softly: "You still can't let go of this place. Even if we go to the ends of the world, we will still return here. I don't want you to be in a dilemma because of me. If that's the case, then stay here." .”

Jing Ji got up and walked to the window, looking at the mountains in the distance and the vast sky, the morning dew and mist, ethereal and illusory, the birds flying freely between the sky and the earth rushed straight to the sky.

Everything is caused by him, whether by fate or evil, these three thousand karma should not be blocked by Chen Daozhen.

The Shen family has fled for generations, but it has not ended well for a hundred years. Today's rivers and lakes are mixed with good and evil, and the principle of taking a step back is no longer applicable.

At that time, the ancestor aspired to the pinnacle of martial arts, and no one in the world could match him. The Xishan School lived in peace for decades and no one came to attack him. The world is different, some people in the Jianghu despised the Xishan School, and troubles arose later.

Convincing people with virtue is only based on the premise of great martial arts. In the blood-stained arena, after all, it is still necessary to use martial arts to speak.

Everyone bullied him that the Shen family possessed a rare treasure, but he wanted to repay the grievance with virtue, causing the love of his life to suffer and torture, and in the end he would blame the world even more. What's the reason for this?

Jing Ji closed his eyes, his chest seemed to be blocked and he couldn't breathe.

Chen Daozhen was startled, seeing that he seemed to be going mad, he immediately got up, grabbed his arm and said, "Jing'er, look at me."

He hugged him in a panic, using his inner strength to probe his reality.

Just at this time, Jing Ji suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the emptiness in the distance, his eyes were clear, and he said calmly: "Senior Brother Chen, I have already decided that if I want to be the head of the Xishan School, the only way I can do it is to climb to the top." Only then can I overlook the world, if I want to protect everything I value, I can’t be complacent, only when I achieve the achievements of my ancestors can I truly save others by myself.”

On the first day of September, the Xishan school is already in late autumn. The morning air is slightly cooler and the scent of osmanthus is stronger. The cold wind blows, blowing the swaying branches of the mountains.

All the disciples of the Xishan sect put on white robes, their hair tied on top of their heads, and their black hair fluttering.

Liu Muyan stood on the main hall, looking down at disciple Xishan, his eyes were moving and gentle, the complicated and complicated robe was blown up by the wind, and the sun shone on his face as if there was a burst of golden light.

Lin Yao was ordered to send Zhou Ce back to Xishan. Although he is not in good health now, he is in good health after all, but his thin body seems to be blown away. Lin Zixiao stood beside him and helped him without a trace. Bundle.

Zhou Ce turned his head slightly to look at him, and smiled at each other.

Liu Muyan raised his hand and said loudly: "I, Liu Muyan, have been in charge of Xishan for 30 years. It was passed on to my disciple Jing Ji, I hope that the master will bless me in the sky, and the prosperity of Xishan will last forever."

Jing Ji is Liu Muyan's second disciple and has outstanding martial arts skills. His succession to the head of the sect is justified and well-received by everyone. Everyone bowed their heads and kowtowed, saying in unison: "Bless me, Xishan, will be prosperous and blessed forever."

Liu Muyan signaled everyone to get up.

Jing Ji walked out from the crowd, walked up the steps step by step with a calm demeanor, and stood in front of Liu Muyan.

He threw off his robe and knelt down, his hair was untied, and his black hair leaked all over the floor, he knelt in front of Liu Muyan and refused to get up for a long time.

Liu Muyan leaned over to help him up, and cut his hair with both satisfaction and emotion, and there were only two of them on the high platform, he said in a low voice: "From now on, you will be the head of the Xishan School, so stop being childish. "

Jing Ji's eyes turned red and he said, "Master, I understand, I will definitely take good care of the Xishan faction, so that you won't be worried or disappointed."

Liu Muyan patted him on the shoulder, with tears in his eyes, looking at the young man's current appearance, he said with emotion: "My child has grown up after all."

Jing Ji smiled wryly and rolled his eyes.

Liu Muyan opened the box on the long table, and what lay inside was the Fuxi Sword.

He picked up the sword and handed it to Jing Ji, saying: "Although the Fuxi sword is broken, it is the symbol of the master. I will pass the sword to you now as a teacher. Remember that it is not easy to be the master. You will have to go through a lot in the future." Ups and downs and setbacks, but you don’t need to underestimate yourself, the master and I are in the past, and you are the head of the Xishan sect.”

Jing Ji knelt down again, raised his hands above his head to receive the sword, and said in a deep voice, "I will follow Master's instruction."

Jing Ji held up the sword, stood up and turned to the Xishan disciple, and said loudly: "Disciple Jing Ji is ordered by the master to take over as the head of the sect. From now on, I will do my best to carry forward the Xishan sect."

The disciples of the Xishan sect knelt down again to greet the master.

Jing Ji turned around and knelt down towards the south, kneeling three times and knocking nine times, unable to get up for a long time.

Lu Zhanbai, Liu Musheng and others stood behind the crowd to watch the ceremony, and asked in confusion when they saw this, "Jing Ji, what is he kneeling for?"

Chen Daozhen smiled and said: "That's the direction of the Illusory Sea Secret Realm, the ancestor taught him martial arts there, and that is also the place where the ancestor rests forever."

Lu Zhanbai suddenly realized, and then his expression was complicated. He became attached to the Xishan School because of the life-saving grace of his master. .

After the ceremony was over, Liu Musheng was ready to go back. He had never left Yaoxian Valley for half a year, and he was afraid of trouble, so he didn't want to stay any longer.

After Chu Shenzhi met Jing Ji, he heard that Chu Chu was safe and planned to live in Xishan for a long time, he couldn't restrain his excitement, so he planned to stay for a while, waiting to see his sister.

Chu Buhui was very happy, and stuck to Jing Ji all day long. Fortunately, although Jing Ji was expensive as the master, he was no different from usual. Instead of rushing Chu Buhui away, he took him to practice martial arts every day. Seeing that Chu Buhui has improved a lot, Shenzhi finally no longer restrains him.

When Lu Zhanbai saw their family reunited, he felt redundant, so he packed his bags and planned to leave soon.

Liu Muyan pushed open the room, and saw Lu Zhanbai sitting at the table in a daze, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Is the head of the Lu University worried?"

Lu Zhanbai turned his head and said lightly: "If you don't accompany your disciples and grandchildren, what's the point of coming to me?"

Liu Muyan made a cup of tea by himself, held the teacup and said leisurely: "You have lived in Xishan School for so many days, and now you are leaving, I will naturally come to see you off, and ask you to stay in Xishan School these days. The expenses of the Mountain School."

Lu Zhanbai sneered and said, "You come to ask me for money every few bites I eat from you, Liu Muyan, when did you become so stingy?"

Liu Muyan only smiled slightly when he heard the words, and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and said, "Since you can't get any money, I can only follow you like a shadow for the rest of my life."

Lu Zhanbai was so angry that he slapped the table and stood up angrily, "Liu Muyan, I'm leaving, and you still have to argue with me." At the end of his speech, the corners of his eyes turned slightly red, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.

Liu Muyan looked up at him with a half-smile, and said affectionately, "You idiot."

Lu Zhanbai saw that the corners of his lips were smiling like a spring breeze, and suddenly he came back to his senses, his face turned pale, and he stammered, "You, what do you mean?"

Liu Muyan patted his face with a smile, and said in a low voice: "I am no longer the head of the sect, if you don't reward me with food, I will have nowhere to go."

Lu Zhanbai blurted out: "I will support you."

Liu Muyan chuckled and said, "What you say is what you say, there are countless gold and silver treasures in Wenfeng Tower, and I won't worry about following you for the rest of my life."

Lu Zhanbai was smiling, the hostility all over his body dissipated, and he seemed to be ten years younger, "If you like it, I will give it to you, but you have to follow me well, otherwise I will call you bamboo It's all for naught!"

"That's natural."

Lu Zhanbai told Zhao Ran and others to go back on their own without following him.He and Liu Muyan went down the mountain to play in the mountains and rivers together, no longer entangled in the secular world of the rivers and lakes.

Jing Ji sent Liu Muyan and Lu Zhanbai away, looking at their backs with a smile.

Chen Daozhen caressed the top of his head, and said with a smile: "We were supposed to play around, but now we can only guard this Xishan Mountain."

Jing Ji looked at him with a smile, raised his head and rubbed his cheek with the tip of his nose, and murmured: "As long as you are by my side, I will be happy wherever I am, and we will never be separated for the rest of our lives."

Chen Daozhen said with a smile: "That's impossible, one life may not be enough, you need to promise me life after life."

"In the next life, where can I find you?" Jing Ji leaned into his arms, raised her head and kissed his chin.

"Fate will eventually bring you by my side."

The setting sun is about to fall, the sky is full of sunset clouds, and the top of Xishan Mountain soars into the clouds, as ethereal as nothing.

(end)

The author has something to say: I accidentally ended it. After writing for a long time, I thought it would be a long time, but I didn't expect it to be a season.

Change it to the completed state first, and then update it if there is a fate outside the episode. I don’t know if this article is unfinished, but there are 10,000+ words deleted, deleted, and subtracted. The attitude is finally correct. I always feel that it is not unfinished, but It's because my skills are good enough, but fortunately, I finally have a beginning and an end.

As for some things that haven’t been clarified, because the timeline can only be unfolded in Fanwai for a period of time after the end of the story, Fanwai is about [-] to [-] words, and it is a complete and independent story, so the main text is at this point It's over.

I'm not used to posting while writing. I'm writing a detective story. See you in September~~ I'll come back and update the episode later.

Thank you to everyone who passed by here, crabs~O(∩_∩)O~

Fanwaiyi

The autumn wind blows, and the cold wind quenching the chill rushes into the room, and the cold wind hits the paper window making a bang bang sound.

The big banyan tree outside the window is located in the center of the courtyard as steadily as Mount Tai, with golden fallen leaves everywhere, occasionally blown by the cold wind, floated into the study through the open window, and fell on the rice paper in front of the desk.

Zhao Peiran was standing in front of the table painting, occasionally glanced at the young man in red who was practicing martial arts outside the window, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth involuntarily.

After practicing a set of saber techniques, the young man inserted the big knife into the scabbard with his backhand, and walked towards the study with strides.

He suddenly pushed the door open, glanced coldly at Zhao Peiran, and said in a nonchalant way: "When you come to my Zishan school, besides looking after the fat man's feet, do you spend all day reading and painting?"

Zhao Peiran put down his pen and ink with a smile, walked around the mahogany desk, and walked straight to him. He raised his arms, grabbed his sleeves and gently wiped off the thin sweat on the forehead of the person in front of him. No, what does it matter to me whether the drunkard's feet are good or bad? I'm just looking for an excuse to be lazy, just to stay with you for a few more days."

"rhetoric."

"In a few days, when the matter comes to an end, I will accompany you to travel around. How about you?" Zhao Peiran grabbed Duan Hongxue's wrist and said with a smile, "Come and see my painting."

Duan Hongxue was dragged to the table by him, but there was a picture of the garden on the table. In the picture, the young man in red was practicing martial arts. His sleeves were ethereal, blending with the scenery. It can be said that there is a scene in the painting, and There are paintings.

Duan Hongxue couldn't tell whether the painting was good or bad, but he was somewhat happy after all. He nodded and said, "Go back and frame it."

Zhao Peiran burst into a smile, hugged him from behind, and warm breath fell on his shoulders and neck one after another, followed by a burst of sweet wetness.

Duan Hongxue turned around abruptly, took a step back, and said with a smile, "Besides reading and painting, I didn't know that you also have the hobby of prostitution."

Zhao Peiran ran away, and whispered in his ear: "Who said that there is Yan Ruyu in the book, the beauty is in my arms, how do you let me hold myself?" He raised his sleeves and used his internal force to open the doors and windows. Close them all, and then reach out to untie Duan Hongxue's belt.

Duan Hongxue was speechless, and cooperated with him to lean back. The two of them tumbled and fell down on the imperial concubine's couch. When Duan Hongxue's clothes were half off, he noticed Zhao Peiran's impatience, and couldn't help but reveal With a smile, he held his head and said, "You are just fascinated by beauty."

"Isn't that right? I used to be Liu Xiahui, but now I've become a pervert. Then tell me, why do you like me first?"

Duan Hongxue thought for a moment, but refused to answer. How dare he say that Zhao Peiran served him comfortably that night in the cave.But now that he thinks about it, he feels that the two of them are really a match made in heaven, both of them are vulgar things, one is blinded by flowers, and the other is greedy for pleasure, both of which are shameless and impetuous.

The two hugged each other tenderly for a moment, Duan Hongxue is not a coy person, after explaining the matter to Zhao Peiran that day, the two get along like ducks in water.

But in the end, they get together less and leave more, so they both feel very cherished to have the leisure time like today.

I was about to take a nap, but some congregation came to disturb me. Hearing the hurried footsteps, there might be something urgent.

Duan Hongxue dressed impatiently and stood up. After finishing his appearance, he said coldly, "Come in."

The congregation timidly said: "Master, the wine hero is causing trouble again. This time he not only smashed everything in the room, but also injured the servant who served him."

Zhao Peiran's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot when he heard the words, and hurried to the other courtyard.

After the drunkard saw Zhao Peiran, he became even more angry, and his whole body exploded like a firecracker, "Okay, Zhao Peiran, did you fucking trick me here on purpose, so that I can see you here?" Torturing Lao Tzu to death?"

Gao Lushi sighed speechlessly, how many times he had told the drunkard head that his leg had to be cured, and the only way to heal his leg was to break all the bones of his leg , Re-integration, can only be reborn, this method can not be rushed at all.

Not only did the drunkard not believe it, but he was even more certain that they had joined forces to tease and torture him. Gao Lushi was helpless, he shook his sleeves and said, "Master, this subordinate has really experienced it. I think so, wait for you to talk about it." Well, I'll see his legs again, it won't take three to five days to heal his illness, and it's not too late."

Duan Hongxue nodded with a livid face: "Thanks for your hard work Mr. Gao, you go to rest first, we will talk about this matter later."

"Yes, Master, then the subordinate will retire first." Gao Lushi didn't stay any longer, and left in a hurry.

Zhao Peiran frowned, and asked in a cold voice: "Drunkard, what do you mean by this? How long do you want to go on?"

The drunkard head sneered and said, "So what? Isn't this where your old friend is good? I can't tolerate such a trivial matter?"

"Good! Good! Good!" Zhao Peiran said coldly, "Then let me ask you, is your leg still healed?"

The drunkard remained silent, untied the wine gourd on his waist and took a sip of water.

It's not that Zhao Peiran doesn't know what the drunkard head is thinking, he is afraid that if he stays in Zishan Sect for a long time, he will leave Wujizong behind, so he will always add some trouble to himself, if he and Duan Hongxue There is a gap between them, and that is the best thing.

The drunkard never tired of embarrassing him, but he didn't want to embarrass Duan Hongxue. Zhao Peiran sighed wearily, and walked away.

The drunkard turned his head and glanced, pondered for a while and raised his head to look at Duan Hongxue, then sneered and said, "Why don't you go after your lover?"

Duan Hongxue looked at him coldly, and suddenly sealed his acupuncture points, and then said to the congregation outside the door: "Come here, hang him up for me."

"You, what are you going to do?" The drunkard scolded with his eyes wide open, "You little bastard who killed a thousand knives, what do you want to do to Grandpa Jiu?"

"You'll know in a while."

Several congregants hung the drunkard's head on the big tree in the yard without any effort, tied his plump hands together and raised it above his head and fixed it to one end of the rope. The drunkard's head was weak in both legs, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle. , I can only swear and swear in my mouth.

Duan Hongxue looked at him deafly, and said after a long while: "It's tied upside down, try again."

The drunkard was stunned for a moment, and said, "You fucking dare to touch Grandpa's leg?"

"Why don't I dare?" Duan Hongxue sneered, "Both of your legs are useless, it's not too bad, let's do it!"

"If you dare to touch Grandpa, let's see how my little master will deal with you!"

Duan Hongxue took a step forward and patted him on the face: "Then let him come, I just happen to have a few accounts to settle with him, but when the time comes, if your leg is still there, then I don't care." Definitely."

Duan Hongxue said that he was right, not just to scare him, and immediately ordered someone to hang him upside down.

Zhao Peiran saw that Duan Hongxue hadn't left the side courtyard for a long time, halfway there, he turned back, unexpectedly, he saw that the two were arguing.

Zhao Peiran couldn't laugh or cry and said a few soft words for the drunkard, trying to make Duan Hongxue treat him lightly.

Unexpectedly, the drunkard was very competitive, and he blurted out: "You two little bastards, don't pretend to be a joke, Zhao Peiran, if you have the guts, you will kill your grandpa Jiu today, otherwise you shouldn't be hypocritical here. Play nice."

Zhao Peiran sighed and said: "Then hang on like this, and don't bother Mr. Gao to heal his legs. I think the drunkard's head is not clear now, so I have to knock on his head to see what's inside his head. It's not in the water."

Duan Hongxue agreed without hesitation, and he readily asked people to do it.

The drunkard head was miserable, so he only got angry for a while, and when he saw that they were about to leave, he begged for mercy: "My good uncle, am I just bickering with you? Do you need to take it seriously?"

Zhao Peiran smiled and said: "Why can't I take it seriously, you think it's a mess, and you want to get out of it when you mess up the world?"

"Don't be naughty, let me down!" The drunkard muttered in his heart, these grandsons didn't take him seriously at all.

Zhao Peiran disliked the drunk head, but he didn't want to embarrass him too much. He was full of hope to heal his leg quickly and throw this troublemaker back to the Wuji School.

After some fuss, the drunkard head's goal was achieved. Although Zhao Peiran and Duan Hongxue didn't have any quarrel because of this, they both understood his intention after all.

But what the drunkard didn't know was that the two had already reached a consensus on this point, and Zhao Peiran would never leave Wujizong alone.

It's just that the drunkard didn't expect that Duan Hongxue and Zhao Peiran became more and more gluey, which made him really bite his gums and have nowhere to reason!

Fanwaiji

Time flies, and spring and autumn have passed for more than ten years. The Xishan School is becoming more and more prosperous, and countless disciples travel thousands of miles to study.

"At the beginning of human beings, nature is good, nature is similar, habits are far away..."

The little radish heads in white robes shook their heads and recited the three-character scriptures. From time to time, they sneaked a glance at the teacher. If the teacher raised his eyes to look over, they retracted their heads and closed their eyes nervously.

Who makes Mr. look really scary, unsmiling and serious, if someone dares to be lazy in studying, Mister will be punished with a ruler at the slightest, or kicked off Xishan Mountain at worst, and forbidden to participate in the assessment of inner disciples.

But Mr. is slack in one thing, he likes diligent disciples, as long as the disciples are not lazy, they can easily pass his test.

Mr. Lectured at the front alone, and there were seventy or eighty outer disciples sitting below. After one month, Mr. left thirty of them, and these thirty disciples will then participate in the inner sect examination. If a master is willing to be admitted, he can officially become a A disciple of the Xishan School.

It doesn't matter if you can't pass, outer disciples can also practice martial arts to improve their health.

There are also some young people who have practiced martial arts with these little radishheads. They sit with the children to read and practice calligraphy without exception.

If anyone is unconvinced and dares to provoke trouble, the master will let people throw them down the mountain, there is no time to be merciful.

Every year, the number of disciples who go to the Xishan School to study ranges from hundreds to thousands, but when it comes to the assessment in July, there are only a few dozen left, and the rest are invited down the mountain one after another by the master.

After reading the Three Character Classic that day, the teacher didn't announce the end of the get out of class. He glanced around coldly and said expressionlessly: "Let's start over."

Everyone was miserable, but on the contrary, the young children could bear their temper, and after taking a breath, they recited it all over again.

Some older disciples were furious, and a fourteen or fifteen-year-old disciple jumped up and yelled, "Stop studying, what's the use of just studying? I'm here to practice martial arts, not to study!"

The master glanced at the disciples who stopped the voice, and said lightly: "Continue to memorize."

The one who caused the trouble was even more dissatisfied, and he left his seat and went up to ask: "If sir is justified, please answer my question. I am only fourteen years old, and I have studied and practiced at home. Why do I need to be here with my children?" Do you study together?"

Another young disciple stretched out his hand to tug at the hem of his clothes, and said, "Don't make sir angry, sit down quickly."

"Who are you? Why haven't I seen you?"

The young disciple rolled his pitch-black eyeballs slowly, and whispered, "I just came today."

"You just came today and you don't know anything. You don't have to worry about my affairs." The disciple who made trouble turned his gaze to the husband again, but he didn't expect that before he saw his face, the ink-stained brush was already heading towards his face. .

The disciple who made trouble felt his face hurt, and fell to the ground with ink all over his face.

The sitting young disciple sighed: "Sir, not only can he teach, but his martial arts is also the best in the world. Don't mess with him."

The disciple who made trouble got up angrily, pointed at the young disciple and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, the number one in the world is Master Xishan School! How can other people be compared with him?"

The young disciple scratched his face, not knowing how to answer.

The master looked at the troublemaker disciple, and said in a calm tone: "Sit down and recite the book."

The troublemaker stood for a while reluctantly, seeing that the master didn't plan to drive him down the mountain, nor did he plan to talk to him, so he had no choice but to sit back in his original position.

He picked up the book and recited the Three Character Classic absent-mindedly. After reciting for a while, he saw the new young disciple dozing off on the table. If you leave, you won't pass the test!"

The young disciple smiled embarrassingly, sat up straight and recited a few sentences copingly.

After a while, the master looked at the sun and announced that the class was over. He only lectured for an hour in the morning every day. In the afternoon, these disciples practiced basic martial arts moves with another master. Whether to participate in the assessment will ultimately be decided by the husband.

It can be said that everyone respected and feared the teacher. When he saw that the class was over, they immediately ran away.

The disciple who made trouble has never been more troublesome since he knew the master's martial arts is very strong that day. The so-called rivers and lakes must be places where martial arts are respected. The Xishan School has outstanding people and exquisite martial arts. The teacher also has such deep internal strength, if one day he is lucky enough to become an inner disciple, the martial arts realm he will see will be unimaginable to him.

The day of the assessment came as scheduled, and the disciples lined up nervously and entered the main hall of the Xishan School one by one.

While the disciple making trouble was nervous, he suddenly realized that he didn't see the young disciple he had just met in the past few days, but he also couldn't see the strict teacher.

He waited until the end of the assessment, but no fellow from the same sect appeared.

He was eventually accepted as an apprentice by a one-armed master. Although the master was disabled, he was not as cold-faced as others, and always had a very kind smile on his face.

Zhou Ce asked about everyone's situation one by one, and said to everyone: "From now on, you must not slack off in studying and practicing martial arts. What you should pay attention to in practicing martial arts is perseverance, and you should avoid rushing for success. You will gather at the training ground tomorrow, and then I will meet with you one by one. Tell me in detail."

"Yes, Master!"

The troublesome disciple moved to a new courtyard, and the young disciple did not appear until dusk.

At Maoshi the next day, he went to the training ground on time, but saw the young disciple sitting on a tree, dangling his legs and watching everyone practicing martial arts condescendingly.

The troublemaker went under the tree, raised his face and shouted, "Why did you climb up the tree? Come down quickly!"

"Presumptuous!" Suddenly there was a scolding sound from behind him, he suddenly turned his head, saw the master standing behind him, and said to him in a deep voice: "How dare you be rude to the master!"

The troublemaker disciple stared at the branches, and didn't come back to his senses for a long while.

Jing Ji jumped down from the tree, dusted off his clothes and said with a smile: "Third Junior Brother, don't scare him, the child can't help but be scared, you should practice kung fu, I'll go to Chen Senior Brother and go down the mountain to buy snacks."

Until the master left, the disciple hadn't recovered, and asked stupidly: "Is he really the master?"

"Can this be a joke?" Zhou Ce shook his head helplessly, and said with a smile, "Master, you are naturally young by cultivating yourself, and when you understand the true meaning of martial arts, eliminate the hostility in your body, and become open-minded and free, you will naturally be able to appear young."

The disciple looked at Zhou Ce inexplicably, and nodded half understanding.

All morning, the disciples were practicing basic skills in the martial arts field. At noon, Zhou Ce was going to let them go to the dining hall for dinner.

At this moment, a gatekeeper disciple hurried over and said in a panic, "Uncle Zhou, that old man is making trouble again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man with a white beard appeared on the roof, he glanced around and said coldly: "Call my two grandsons out!"

Zhou Ce smiled bitterly: "Why are you here again?"

Chen Shaofu stroked his beard and said gloomyly: "The old man has practiced well in seclusion, but I really have to pull the old man out of Wuziling to take over the Wuji sect again. He is a good boy, he hides in your Xishan sect all day long and is at ease. When he comes out, the old man must teach him a lesson.”

Zhou Ce didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Senior, Sect Master Chen and Master have gone down the mountain, and maybe they won't be back until tomorrow."

"Then I will stay today, and I will compete with them tomorrow."

Jing Ji and Chen Daozhen went to Linzhen together, and the two were not in a hurry to go back, so they traveled together to find food and fun.

At noon, the two entered a noodle shop. While waiting, a toddler appeared in the lobby holding a kitten.

When he was young and ignorant, his eyes were full of ignorance, Jing Ji waved at him, and he walked over with the cat in his arms.

The two chatted childishly, the little boy babbled and slurred his speech, Jing Ji imitated his speech, which made the little boy giggle.

Chen Daozhen smiled at the corner of his mouth, looking at his side face with both love and bitterness, his Xiaojing is still a childlike innocence, one day he will grow old and die before him, what should his Xiaojing do at that time, He will have a long lifespan like the ancestor, and in those distant years, he will die alone.

The unique blood of the Shen family did not leave him glory and freedom, but gave him endless suffering and responsibility.

Jing Ji didn't realize it, and when the noodles came, he called Chen Daozhen affectionately to put down the chopsticks.

Chen Daozhen suppressed the melancholy in his eyes, smiled slightly and said: "Jing'er, why don't we go back after playing for a few more days, there is nothing to do on the mountain these days, and we haven't been alone for a long time."

"Okay." Jing Ji agreed without hesitation, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Why don't we go to Zishan Sect to visit Big Brother Duan. On the way back, we can also go to Wenfenglou to visit Senior Lu, and we should be able to meet Master."

"It's all good, everything is obeyed by the master."

Jing Ji laughed, moved a little to Chen Daozhen's side, and said, "Senior brother Chen is teasing me, hurry up and eat the noodles, it's almost mushy."

The author has something to say:

I was hesitant before whether to write a side story or a sequel after that story, as the side story is too long,