Biography of Xi Shan

The two entered a restaurant, and were led by the waiter into a wing room on the second floor.

There was no one in the elegantly furnished wing room, and a table of wine and food was placed on the table.Jing Ji looked around, frowned and said, "Where is Senior Brother Chen?"

The drunkard smiled and said: "Maybe he has something to do, let's eat for a while and he will come."

Jing Ji shook his head: "We'd better wait for him to come."

The drunkard thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's sit and chat for a while, little master will definitely be there in a while." The drunkard pulled Jing Ji to sit down, poured a glass of wine and placed it in front of Jingji .

Jing Ji picked it up and sniffed it, then put it down again, seeing the empty space in front of the drunkard's head, he couldn't help asking, "Why don't you pour yourself a glass?"

The drunkard said: "I don't drink, look at my wine gourd is full of white water." He pulled out the cork and passed the wine gourd over.

Jing Ji smelled it, and it really was water.

The drunkard sighed and said: "Drinking is a mistake, I have caused a lot of trouble, so I can't drink anymore."

Jing Ji asked, "What trouble did you get into?"

The drunkard thought for a while, and said slowly: "It's all in the past, and it's not a good thing. You should have heard something about me."

Jing Ji shook his head: "Not really."

The drunkard laughed: "You really don't hear what's going on outside the window, and you only care about Senior Brother Chen."

Jing Ji himself was also amused, and laughed out loud.He felt a little thirsty after laughing, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and realized that it was wine when he drank it. The taste of the wine was light and not spicy. Jing Ji smacked his mouth and drank a glass in one go.

The drunkard continued for him without a trace, and said: "Oh, my business, it's a long story, there is one thing wrong with this Jianghu people, that is, they follow others' opinions. At that time, countless people hated me to the bone. But who knows my suffering, no matter what, the little master saved my life, and I made up my mind to repay him at that time." The drunkard paused his head and smiled bitterly.

Jing Ji said: "My master also taught me that the kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring."

The drunkard smiled and said: "It's not entirely because of this reason. At that time, I was working as a bodyguard in a bodyguard agency. At that time, I was the only one in that bodyguard agency with knowledge. The head of the bodyguard, while I was not at home, bullied my wife and daughter and killed them to silence them, and then blamed another bodyguard for throwing the dart on my head, and I killed him in a fit of anger to avenge my wife and daughter! "There was no great resentment or sorrow in his tone, on the contrary, it was such a calm tone that made people feel more depressed about the past.

Jing Ji looked at him without saying a word, with sadness gradually appearing in his eyes.

Jiuguitou laughed three times, patted Jing Ji on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "It's been eight lifetimes, why should I bring it up, Brother Jing, don't worry about me, my Jiuguitou is not a good thing, my wife The woman who followed me has never enjoyed the blessings in her life, and she may have a good pregnancy down here, so come, let me offer you a toast."

Jing Ji quickly picked up the cup and drank it down.

After taking a sip of wine, his stomach was burning hot, Jing Ji licked his lips, his mouth was full of the aroma of wine.

The drunkard lowered his eyes and asked slowly after a long time: "Brother Jing, do you know why Leader Murong is in such a hurry to eradicate the Demon Cult?"

Jing Ji shook his head and said, "I don't know about these things, maybe it's because the Demon Sect has done a lot of evil."

The drunkard shook his head, he put a mouthful of food into his mouth, and said with a smile: "Brother Jing, you are wrong. It has been more than two hundred years since the establishment of the Demon Cult, and its scale is beyond my imagination. , I didn’t dare to say it a few years ago, but the Demon Cult has become much more peaceful in the past ten years. Attacking the Demon Cult is not an easy task, and there must be rivers of blood. No sect is willing to take the lead, and both halves will suffer , as long as the Devil's Cult doesn't go too far, probably no one wants to take care of it."

Jing Ji asked, "Why is that?"

The drunkard refilled another glass of wine for him, and continued: "Do you know the Shen family in Sichuan?"

Jing Ji took a sip from his wine glass, shook his head and said, "I've never heard of it."

The drunkard squinted his eyes and looked at his expression carefully. Seeing him looking at him calmly, he recovered from embarrassment and said with a smile: "There are countless rumors about the Shen family in Sichuan. It is rumored that the Shen family has a A peerless secret book, but the Shen family has no talent for martial arts, so this secret book is now lost with the disappearance of the descendants of the Shen family. A good introduction to medicine. Of course, there are countless other rumors, and most of those rumors are unreliable, so I won’t tell you, but there is one thing I can be sure of.”

Jing Ji looked curious.

The drunkard head said: "This Shen family is absolutely inseparable from the Demon Sect. It is rumored that the Shen family was originally a servant of the Demon Sect and ran away after stealing the secret books of the Demon Sect. The sect has never given up on tracing the traces of the Shen family. Let’s just say that recently, 100 years ago, there was a man named Shen Ao. He was the last orphan of the Shen family at that time. The sect has been imprisoned, so we don't know what happened now, but it is estimated that the leader Murong's eagerness to move has something to do with this matter."

Jing Ji nodded: "According to what you said, all the secrets can only be found in the Demon Sect."

"That's right, everyone in Jianghu thinks so now." The drunkard poured wine for him, and said, "In the martial arts conference in the future, there will definitely be people who support Murong's plan, after all, the world covets the supreme martial artist." Murong Lianhe is not the only one to learn from."

Jing Ji's face was flushed red, he didn't eat a bite of food, he was already a little drunk after drinking several glasses of wine, the wine was sweet and sweet, but it had a lot of stamina, young people rarely drank alcohol, and now he was drowsy , got drunk.

Jing Ji hiccupped and said with a smile: "Maybe, the Shen family doesn't have any secrets, it's just rumors passed on by people in the Jianghu."

The drunkard was startled, and hurriedly asked: "How do you know this? Do you know the descendants of the Shen family? What else do you know?"

Jing Ji blinked, and said with a confused expression: "There is no martial art, because, because, hiccup, because I, Senior Brother Chen, must be number one in the world! No one can compare to me, Senior Brother Chen!" The young man raised his hands and shook them back and forth. , knocked his head on the table in a daze, and made a loud "bang".

The alcoholic's face turned pale, he asked for a long time but he didn't ask anything, this fellow has the same virtues as his little master, it's really a perfect match, he was so ashamed to see these two at his age.

The drunkard was feeling depressed when the door was pushed open abruptly.

Chen Daozhen stood at the door with a livid complexion, his eyes piercing.

The drunkard head quickly stood up, and said timidly: "Look, this, this has nothing to do with me, he just had a drink, didn't I want to say something nice to you?"

Chen Daozhen sneered and said, "Fang Dejiao! See how I will deal with you!"

Jing Ji lay on the table, scratched his cheek, and asked in a daze, "Why isn't Senior Brother Chen here yet? I miss him."

The drunk head retreated to the corner in distress, sighed solemnly, his little master was so angry that he called him by his first name, this anger is not light.

Chen Daozhen helped him up, carried him on his back, and left without looking back.

The drunkard muttered: "Take advantage of it and act like a good boy. Maybe I'll help you out. Two baby dolls know what it means to talk about love."

Chen Daozhen went out of the restaurant with someone on his back, the night was dark, the hawkers on both sides were packing up their stalls and preparing to go back, the road was pitch black, only the place where the moonlight shone faintly glowed.

Jing Ji tightly wrapped his arms around Chen Daozhen's neck, wrinkled his nose, and said in a daze, "Senior Brother Chen, why are you here so late."

Chen Daozhen shrugged the person up, and said lightly: "Well, I'm late, you should sleep well."

"I'm not going to sleep." Jing Ji's voice was a little crying, but his face was a little angry, "The martial arts conference will end in a few days, and my master will take us back. I won't see you again is you."

Chen Dao really felt distressed: "No, I will ask your master to let you stay."

Jing Ji's voice gradually weakened, and he said in a low voice: "It's good that you are really my senior brother..."

Chen Daozhen sighed and quickened his pace.

The young man was so drunk, Chen Daozhen would not send him back in a foolish way, and Xiao Jing would inevitably be taught by Liu Muyan.He turned his head and glanced at the sleeping child's well-behaved appearance, feeling sore in his heart.

Chen Daozhen brought the man back to his room, and just as he put him on the bed, he woke up.

Jing Ji sat up abruptly, pulled his skirt in a daze, sniffed it, and said flatly, "Does it stink?"

Chen Daozhen poured a glass of water for him, knowing that he was in a daze and not awake, but he still talked to him happily, and said with a smile: "It doesn't smell bad, you only drank two glasses, and you don't even smell of alcohol, come on, drink water."

The boy took a sip of his hand, and lay back on the bed, writhing and restless on the bed.

Jing Ji pulled the front of his clothes and began to take off his clothes. After a while, he also took off his middle clothes, and lay naked on the bed.Jing Ji patted the side of the bed and shouted, "Senior Brother Chen, come quickly."

Chen Daozhen frowned tightly, he bent down to help the young man cover the quilt, only to see the young man's mouth flattened as if he was about to cry, "No quilt, it's hot."

Chen Daozhen's throat rolled, and his heavy breath became more and more urgent in the quiet night.He took a deep breath, kissed the boy's cheek lightly, and coaxed: "Hey, go to sleep."

Jing Ji tilted his head to look at him, and suddenly stretched out a thin white finger to tap his lips, and said softly, "Kiss here."

Countless emotions erupted together at this moment, and Chen Daozhen could no longer suppress his lust. He kissed the young man's lips forcefully, and the tip of his tongue opened the young man's lips, eagerly absorbing the other's taste.

The boy blinked innocently, but that ignorant look aroused the darkness deep in his heart even more.

Chen Daozhen lowered his eyes, and took off his clothes slowly and firmly.