Biography of Xi Shan

The two traveled all the way to the mountains and rivers, and a month passed in a flash.

It was clearly a clear sky, but suddenly dark clouds covered the top, and it began to rain cats and dogs.

There are no villages or shops in front of this place, and it looks like a boundless wasteland from a distance.

Chen Daozhen and Chen Daozhen were riding a black horse together. At this moment, the rain had wet their hair, Jing Ji wiped his face, and there were still crystal drops of water on his eyelashes.

Chen Daozhen frowned slightly, holding the rein in one hand and embracing the boy's body with the other. With a wave of his long arm, the black horse neighed and ran forward steadily. After about a cup of tea, the two finally found a young man's room. A ruined temple in disrepair.

After entering, I found that it was a Yuelao temple. The statue of Yuelao was covered with cobwebs, the candles around were burning unevenly, the roof tiles in the corner were damaged, and rainwater was dripping.

Jing Ji glanced at Yuelao, wondering: "Why is this temple so good? It must be Yuelao's ineffectiveness!"

Chen Daozhen sighed and said, "Why are you dripping water all over your body? Wipe it off first."

Jing Ji turned to look at him, and found that Chen Daozhen's hair was dry, and his whole body was neat as if he had never been exposed to rain. Jing Ji stepped forward and grabbed Chen Daozhen's sleeve, but found that even the sleeve was dry.

"Senior Brother Chen, what happened to you?"

With an inexplicable expression on Chen Daozhen's face, he said in a natural tone: "Inner strength."

Jing Ji: "..."

Seeing the young man's mournful expression, Chen Daozhen was startled by a slip of the tongue, and hastily said, "I'll make a fire for you to roast."

While Chen Daozhen was lighting the fire, Jing Ji had already taken out the slightly moist white steamed buns and sauced beef, and when the fire started, he sat by the fire and ate the white steamed buns and sauced beef together.

Chen Daozhen was both helpless and funny, so he could only help him brush his hair without complaint.

Jing Ji was eating steamed buns, and suddenly felt a gentle zhenqi covering his whole body, his body became hot immediately, and most of his wet hair dried out.

Jing Ji ate three steamed buns in a row and drank half a pot of water before he felt refreshed.

Chen Daozhen sat down beside him, ate slowly, glanced at him from the corner of his eye from time to time, saw the young man with bulging cheeks, and looked so cute when he was eating, he really couldn't hold back his doting smile.

Jing Ji blinked, and said embarrassedly: "I can't eat anymore."

Chen Daozhen took half of the steamed bun in his hand and put it into his mouth without hesitation.

Smiling, Jing Ji leaned over Chen Daozhen, and pressed on Chen Daozhen as if he had no bones, and said in a rambling manner: "Senior Brother Chen, you are so kind, my master dislikes me for leftovers after dinner, and always scolds me. "

The corners of Chen Daozhen's mouth curled up slightly.

Jing Ji hugged Chen Daozhen from behind, pressed his chin on his shoulder, and sighed: "On weekdays, apart from Master, my elder brother treats me the best. I have been out for several months now, it's time to go back. "

Chen Daozhen narrowed his eyes, and said slowly: "That's true. If I have nothing to do recently, I might as well send you back to the Xishan School, and then I will rush to Jingzhou to participate in the martial arts conference. The time should be about the same."

"Martial Arts Conference?" Jing Ji suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "Is Senior Brother Chen going too?"

Chen Daozhen said: "My Wuji Sect is naturally included in the invitation. Leader Murong plans to hold a rookie competition this year. At that time, many martial arts sects will participate, and it must be extremely lively."

Jing Ji frowned in distress, and rubbed his chin on Chen Daozhen's shoulder.

Chen Daozhen poked the fire with a wooden stick, and said without a trace: "You and the brothers are probably very lively together."

"Naturally it's lively..." Jing Ji said bitterly.

"You kept mentioning your elder brother all the way, so you must have missed him very much." There was no trace of jealousy in Chen Daozhen's tone, and he continued slowly: "After you go back, you can stay together forever."

Jing Ji blinked, and suddenly felt a little wronged. Brother Chen's words were clearly reasonable, but he felt panicked when he heard it.

Chen Daozhen lowered his eyes, covered the darkness in his pupils, and said in a regretful tone: "This time we parted, I don't know when we will see you next time..."

Jing Ji was so uncomfortable that he couldn't say a word, he let go of Chen Daozhen's shoulders, and sat down listlessly.He raised his head and looked at Chen Daozhen's profile, feeling more depressed in his heart.

It has been more than a month since they reunited with Senior Brother Chen, but now they have to part. He can't describe this feeling, it's a bit bitter and sad.

Chen Daozhen turned to look at him, seeing the young man hugging his knees and staring pitifully at the upper of the shoe, his heart ached and he couldn't help but let go

He said: "Since you have come out, why don't you go to the martial arts conference with me, and I will send you back when the martial arts conference is over."

Jing Ji raised his face to look at him, and nodded sullenly.

Chen Daozhen was helpless, and said with a smile, "Why aren't you happy? Well, well, it's all because I said something wrong and made you angry."

Jing Ji shook his head, and slowly said: "I don't want to go to the martial arts conference...I just don't want to be separated from Senior Brother Chen."

Chen Daozhen couldn't hold back the throbbing in his heart anymore, he pulled the young man into his arms, and countless words were stuck in his throat, so he could only murmur: "If you don't want to be separated, don't be separated for the rest of your life."

Jing Ji was hugged tightly, and the breath of another person lingered on the tip of his nose. Although he felt that Chen Dao was really coaxing him to be happy, but just hearing these words, he felt warm all over his body, and the depression in his heart suddenly disappeared. Dispersed, as if just saying that, it really is a lifetime, even if he doesn't understand why he wants to be with Chen Daozhen for the rest of his life.

Jing Ji pursed his lips and smiled, he yawned, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Chen, do you still remember what you promised me when you were young? He said he would take me to the rivers and lakes."

Chen Daozhen pursed his lips tightly. This was not a good memory for him. He still deeply remembered every sentence at that time, and it was these biased words that put the boy in his arms into danger. He almost lost his life.

Jing Ji didn't notice it, his body slid down, pillowed on Chen Daozhen's thigh, and said happily: "Brother Chen is really a hero who promises everything, he really fulfilled his promise and took me to the rivers and lakes."

Chen Daozhen was amused by him, pinched the boy's nose, and asked with a smile, "Do you know what a great hero is?"

Jing Ji rubbed his sore eyes, and said slowly: "I know, my master is a great hero, and Senior Brother Chen..."

Chen Daozhen touched his face, and saw Jing Ji slammed his mouth, and snored slowly.

The violent storm outside still didn't stop, and the patter of water drops fell along the eaves, and suddenly there was a thunder, and the thunder god resounded through the sky and the earth.

Chen Daozhen frowned slightly, and covered the boy's ears with his hands, but he saw that the boy was still sleeping very soundly after smacking his mouth.Chen Daozhen sighed, smiled and kissed him on the head,

"Brother, there's a temple here." An anxious call suddenly mingled with the din of rain, and as the sound got closer, two young men opened the door and ran in.

The older one was dressed in black, with regular facial features, and a heroic look between his brows. The younger one, about eighteen or nineteen years old, looked somewhat similar to the older one, but there were still some gaps between his brows and eyes. Very childish.At this moment, both of them were covered in rainwater, looking very embarrassed.

After the two came in, they found that there were two people sitting in the corner. One was sleeping soundly on the other's lap with his face sideways, and the sitting person had never looked at them since they came in, and his eyes were fixed on the legs. on the boy.

The younger man took a step forward, glanced at Chen Daozhen's sword, and seeing that he was a fellow, he clasped his fists and said politely: "I don't know your surname or name."

Chen Daozhen frowned slightly, but his gaze was still fixed on Jing Ji's face.

Zhou Wutong ate the door shut, felt bored, and retreated to the corner resentfully, his elder brother Zhou Wentong seemed to have expected it, and sat up in meditation beside him.

Zhou Wutong sighed, curled his lips and returned to his brother's side.

The fire gradually extinguished, weakly swaying in the shadows, Chen Daozhen threw a piece of wood into it, the flames shot up fiercely, and there was a sizzling sound in the fire.

Zhou Wutong's clothes were half-dry and half-wet stuck to his body, and he shrank his body in pain. He glanced at his elder brother Zhou Wentong, and saw him sitting cross-legged, breathing deeply, still looking like an old monk in meditation.

In the middle of the night, as the wooden door slammed loudly, a gust of damp cold wind rushed in, violently waking up several drowsy people.

Zhou Wutong had been in a daze and didn't fall asleep, but now he opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a burly man walking in, he spat on the ground as soon as he entered the door, and cursed and mumbled incoherently.

Zhou Wentong also opened his eyes, frowning slightly and looking at the big man.

Zhou Wutong subconsciously looked at Chen Daozhen, and was surprised to find that the man was still staring at the boy in his arms, turning a blind eye to the big man who entered the door. Zhou Wutong suddenly became sober, and looked at Chen Daozhen It's getting weirder.

The big man saw the fire with jumping flames at a glance, he smiled, sat down in front of Chen Daozhen, and said with a smile: "Little brother, borrow a fire to warm up."

Chen Daozhen frowned slightly, but did not answer.

Zhou Wutong approached his elder brother in a low voice, and asked, "Isn't that man dumb?"

"Hush, don't talk." Zhou Wentong shook his head at him, "That man is not easy to mess with."

The big man's face turned blue when he was ignored. Seeing a boy lying on Chen Daozhen's lap, he couldn't help laughing, and his lust became big. He squinted his eyes and smiled at the boy Yin: "Why is this little thing sleeping so hard? Could it be?" It’s embarrassing for the little lady to dress up as a man, let me see.”

Just as the big man stretched out his hand, Chen Daozhen just raised his hand lightly, and the big man flew out and hit the candlestick heavily. He screamed and hugged his feet in pain, the back of his feet oozing The gurgling blood instantly stained the entire foot red.

And what pierced his foot was the wooden stick that Chen Daozhen fiddled with just now. The wooden stick pierced through his feet and penetrated deep into the ground. Before the big man could scream a second time, there was no sound in his throat. The acupuncture points of the whole person were tapped, and they remained motionless.

Zhou Wutong opened his eyes sharply, and looked at Chen Daozhen with complicated eyes, a little shy and a little respectful at the same time.

Zhou Wentong frowned, and whispered: "Don't look, go to sleep, that person is very dangerous."

Zhou Wutong pursed his lips, and retorted: "I don't think so, don't we who learn martial arts just punish evil and promote good? Others have bullied them to the top, so should we be polite?"

Zhou Wentong sighed, and looked at the big man with a hint of pity in his eyes. By tomorrow morning, the big man's foot will be useless, so it is really unreasonable to punish such a small man.

The two argued in a low voice for a few words, and then Chen Daozhen looked at them impatiently. They looked at each other and closed their mouths together.

Chen Daozhen was considering whether to light the acupoints of the two brothers together, when he saw the young man's long eyelashes trembling, and slowly opened his eyes.

Jing Ji sat up in a daze, rubbed his sore neck, looked at Chen Daozhen in a daze, then smacked his mouth and fell into Chen Daozhen's arms drowsily, leaning on his The chest fell asleep again.

Zhou Wutong squinted his eyes, but he still couldn't see the boy's appearance clearly through the flickering firelight.

After a while, Zhou Wutong tightened his clothes, still feeling chilly, he took a deep breath and walked slowly to the fire.

Zhou Wentong glared at him, "Xiao Wu!"

Zhou Wutong carefully sat down beside the fire as if he had never heard of it.

Zhou Wentong breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Chen Daozhen nervously.

However, Chen Daozhen just glanced at Zhou Wutong, stretched out his index finger and tapped on his lips.

Zhou Wutong nodded hurriedly, glanced at him gratefully, and then motioned for his elder brother to come over and enjoy the fire together.

Zhou Wentong relaxed, and the two brothers lay down beside the fire, and slowly closed their eyes.