Biography of Xi Shan

The night here is very cold, thick fog lingers over the forest, dyeing the bright yellow moonlight with a bleak white.

There is no sound in the surrounding area, and occasionally the chirping of cicadas from a distance also disappears on the empty trail.

Chen Daozhen hugged the boy to sleep, Lin Zixiao and the drunk head consciously kept a distance from him.

Suddenly there was a rustling figure outside the door, and suddenly a gleaming dagger with a cold light reflected in it, raised it and opened the door latch.

A loud voice sounded, and the voice was full of jokes, "Why are you so careful, the people inside are all asleep, just smash the door."

The village chief's voice sounded, and he said angrily, "Fuck it, this is my home."

The people outside stopped talking and pushed open the door.

Suddenly, a few people were stunned, and saw the drunk head sitting on the bed, he said with a smile: "I haven't killed anyone for a long time, and you actually bumped into each other."

The village head was startled, and when he had nowhere to go, he stabilized his emotions and shouted: "Da Zhuang, don't be afraid if you call someone again, isn't it just a pig? Are you still afraid that he will fail?"

At this time Lin Zixiao also woke up, he sat up suddenly, and said angrily: "I didn't expect you to be really upset and kind!"

The drunk head sneered: "Don't talk nonsense with them, let me show them some color."

It was too late and then it was too late, the drunkard head's voice just fell to the ground, he jumped up and knocked down several minions to the ground.Although these people are physically strong, they are all ordinary people. They can't be compared to the drunkard head, who is also ruthless in his attacks.

The alcoholic head tied several people together, the village head grinned in pain, and looked out the door from time to time.

The village head turned his face, and suddenly his eyes collided with Chen Daozhen's. He saw Chen Daozhen's eyes were cold, and his whole body exuded a rage, like the Rakshasa ghost in hell, which made the village head unable to stop his body trembling.

After a while, the man named Da Zhuang ran back alone, and when he saw this, he backed up a few steps in fright.

"Where are the others?" the village chief yelled at him.

Da Zhuang tremblingly said: "I can't move anymore, I just fell asleep."

The drunkard smiled: "I have no experience, I just tapped their acupoints."

The village chief let out a sigh of relief, and asked desperately, "How did you find out?"

Chen Daozhen said: "When I entered the village, I discovered that the herb planted at the entrance of the village is called thread grass. Although it is worth thousands of gold, it must not be planted in large quantities. All precious medicinal materials in the world have their spirituality, and thread grass is no exception. They will compete with each other and absorb each other's nutrients. You plant a large number of thread grass together. will hasten their decay."

The village head frowned, he really didn't understand this.

Chen Daozhen continued: "Your villagers are already poor, but they don't think about farming and weaving. Instead, they multiply thread grass in large quantities, which shows your greed. But it seems that the effect of your planting is not good. So far, you have not grown any medicinal plants. Thread grass. You don't know anything about growing medicinal herbs, and you probably don't own this seed."

The village head seemed unconvinced, he let out a sigh of relief, turned his head and said nothing.

Chen Daozhen looked at the wall and said faintly: "There are traces of renovation on the wall, but it stopped abruptly only halfway through the renovation. Although the tables and chairs here are old, they are made of high-quality pear blossom wood. It seems that you once sent a message A windfall, but it didn't take long before your happy days ended."

The village chief seemed to be persuaded, and he answered with a sullen face: "The Land of No Desire is full of rare treasures. We should exchange supplies for them, and we should get some small fortune from them."

Chen Daozhen said with a smile: "Then, is it right to kill people and ask for money?"

The village head sneered and said: "People like you, who have been rich and prosperous for half their lives, should have had enough. Look at us, the poor can't even afford a meal. How much can your little life change for the whole village? Isn't it a good day, isn't it worth it?"

The drunkard yelled angrily, and cursed angrily: "Fucking stinky bastard, you fucking fucked up your nose instead of your eyes, how dare you think about your grandpa's life."

Lin Zixiao was also very angry at first, but when he saw the drunken head swearing, he was too ashamed to lift his head, and took two steps back.

Chen Daozhen sneered: "Sophistry, don't need to say more, tell me where the entrance to the Land of No Desire is."

The village head suddenly laughed sinisterly: "I will not tell you, what is the difference between you and the people in the land of no desires. You live a good life, but look down on us who can't even eat. I told you You, we don't have a good life, so don't even think about it."

Chen Daozhen suppressed his smile and looked down at him, as if he was looking at a dead person. He said lightly: "The reason why you dare to talk to me confidently is because all you met before were idiots with kind hearts. Unlike them, repaying evil with kindness has never been my rule."

Chen Daozhen said: "Lin Zixiao, take care of Jinger here, you drunkard, throw everyone out, don't dirty the place where Jinger sleeps."

The drunkard head chuckled, he was so powerful, he grabbed a few people and dragged them outside.

Lin Zixiao nodded and stepped aside. Although his martial arts were mediocre, it was enough to deal with these people.

The village chief was thrown into the open space, his eyes widened in horror, and he said angrily, "What do you want to do? I tell you, this is my place. You, a foreigner, dare to make trouble here!"

Chen Daozhen raised his lips obliquely, and said coldly: "Where is the entrance to the Land of No Desire?"

The village head rolled his eyes, and suddenly he laughed: "You ask me where I am? Then you should know, it's you who begged me now."

"Really?" Chen Daozhen pulled out his sword, and saw that the sword swung several times as fast as lightning. Before the village chief could see it clearly, he felt his face was hot and blood was sprayed all over his face.

The village chief turned his head and saw that the heads of the four people who were tied up with him had all been cut off. The four heads fell on his legs in unison, and the red blood stained his trousers. The eyes just stared at him wide, and the eyes were also full of horror.

Chen Daozhen laughed, the long sword was covered with blood, and fell down tick-tock.

The village chief was terrified, and he couldn't make any sound from his throat. It's not that he didn't kill people. It can be said that many people died in his hands, but he had never seen such a fierce and cruel person. After that, there was a satisfied smile all over his face.

That's not a smile greedy for gold, silver and treasure, but a genuine immersion in the thrill of killing, enjoying the fun of bloodthirsty.

Chen Daozhen sneered and said, "Drunkard, go and bring the rest of the people, no matter how old or young they are!"

The village chief was sweating coldly, and he said hoarsely, "I said, I said, please spare me."

Chen Daozhen smiled and said: "Don't worry, I won't kill you, but I will kill all the people here, leaving you alone."

The drunkard laughed loudly, and quickly assumed the posture of arresting people, and said viciously: "I'll go and arrest everyone."

Although Chen Daozhen was trying to scare him, he didn't expect the village chief to turn his back on evil, but he didn't expect the village chief to be vicious to a certain extent.

Seeing that the village chief breathed a sigh of relief, he murmured to himself, "Just let me go, if someone else kills me, just kill him, hey."

Chen Daozhen sighed helplessly, nothing could be more sad than heartbroken.

Lin Zixiao stayed in the room dutifully, but his eyes glanced out from time to time, wishing he could stick his neck out of the window.

After a while, Lin Zixiao couldn't sit still anymore, he went to the window and took a look, saw a few people lying in a pool of blood, his legs were so frightened that his legs went limp.The ancestor of the Xishan sect once swore that he would only save people and not kill people. Although he did not ask the disciples of Xishan to do the same, everyone still disciplined themselves in the end, and never hurt anyone unless it was absolutely necessary.

Lin Zixiao felt sore in his heart, and his eyes towards Chen Daozhen became extremely complicated.

He sighed, turned around, but was startled by Jing Ji.

Jing Ji woke up at some point, leaning against the wall with the quilt in his arms.His face was paler than before, his spirits were weak, and there were a few strands of blood in his eyes.

"Second senior brother, you're awake." Lin Zixiao walked over slowly, scratching his head and feeling a bit at a loss.

Jing Ji nodded, his voice was hoarse, and he asked, "Where is this place?"

Lin Zixiao picked up the water bottle to let him drink water, and replied nervously, "It's a small village near Jingzhou." He looked at Jing Ji with some worry, for fear that he would get to the bottom of it.

Fortunately, Jing Ji didn't ask any more questions, but just nodded and said, "You bring my baggage."

Lin Zixiao took the burden, he opened his eyes wide, and asked casually, "What are you doing with this?"

Jing Ji rummaged through it, and took out a box from it: "I originally planned to give this to Brother Chen, but something went wrong and I forgot it."

He opened the box, and inside it was the dagger given to him by Murong Lianhe at the martial arts conference that day as a lottery—the red fish.

Jing Ji said: "Don't you like it? I always wanted to give you other good things in the future. I'm afraid I don't have this chance. Fortunately, I haven't given away the red fish yet. You can take it."

Lin Zixiao's eyes were red with anxiety, he shook his head, and said in an unnatural voice: "If you want to give it to Chen Daozhen, you can give it to him. Why don't you have a chance, what do you mean?"

Jing Ji smiled, his cheeks were thin and sunken, but his eyes appeared bigger, and when he smiled, his eyes looked younger even more.

"I mean, there may be no chance to get such a good thing again." Jing Ji said with a smile, "You take it, Senior Brother Chen is not short of such things."

Lin Zixiao pursed his lips, took the red fish, and said with a choked voice, "Thank you."

Jing Ji patted his head, put on the airs of a senior brother solemnly, and said with a smile: "You are such a big man, don't be so moved."

Lin Zixiao covered his face, and said in a trembling voice: "Second senior brother, don't pretend, you already know. I don't know why you pretend to be nonchalant, but I know you, you are smarter than anyone else, this matter I can't hide it from you for long."

Jing Ji blinked and said: "I knew it early in the morning. I was awake when Lord Ye gave me a diagnosis that day, but I didn't open my eyes. I listened halfway and fell asleep again. That day I figured it out when I was in Wuzhou."

Lin Zixiao's eyes widened in surprise, and he shook his head in disbelief: "So, from the beginning to the end, it was just Chen Daozhen's wishful thinking that you were kept in the dark, so why did you let Chen Daozhen bring you to the Land of No Desire? Didn't it ever occur to you that he might die here with you?"

Jing Ji raised his head and looked at him, his eyes were filled with an emotion that Lin Zixiao couldn't understand, he slightly raised the corners of his lips, and said decisively: "I want him to stay with me, even if it means death."

Lin Zixiao took two steps back in surprise, he was scared out of his wits by Jing Ji's words, but he stared at Jing Ji, that was still his kind and righteous senior brother, there was no weirdness or viciousness in his eyes, pure as if The only shining star in the dark night is a kind of innocence that cannot be desecrated.

Jing Ji spoke in a gentle tone, but when he opened his mouth, he wanted to drag Chen Daozhen to hell.

Lin Zixiao was a little confused, his head was filled with countless thoughts, and he even began to wonder if his second senior brother had fallen asleep and regarded Chen Daozhen as the villain who persecuted him.

At this time, a deep voice sounded from behind Lin Zixiao, "That's right, I will die with you."

Lin Zixiao turned his head to look, and saw that the person who spoke was indeed Chen Daozhen. Chen Daozhen was not stained with dust, and his murderous aura faded away, leaving only hopeless tenderness like water.

"Lin Zixiao, you go out first." Chen Daozhen walked a little closer, passing by Lin Zixiao who looked puzzled.

Chen Daozhen touched Jing Ji's face and said with a smile, "I woke up, is there any discomfort?"

Jing Ji pursed her lips, changed her previous indifference, pressed her whole body limply on Chen Daozhen, and said coquettishly, "I have bad breath."

Chen Daozhen smiled, "I'll see for myself."

Jing Ji covered his mouth, he took a breath and smelled it, but he smelled a cool mint smell.

He raised his head and saw Chen Daozhen chewing something in his mouth, he hugged his head and kissed him, and pushed the mint grass he chewed into his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

When Chen Daozhen almost swelled up the boy's mouth, the two parted panting heavily.

Chen Daozhen put his forehead against the boy's forehead, and said in a low voice thankfully, "Fortunately, you didn't give up on me."

Jing Ji wrinkled his nose, his eyes were full of tears, and crystal tears came out of his eyes, but he said softly and softly: "I'm too selfish, but I always think, if I die, I will die too." I don't want to say goodbye to you, so I just treat it as selfish and not thinking of you, but just this time, Chen Daozhen, will you follow me one more time?"

Chen Daozhen hugged him into his arms, kissed his rolling tears, and said firmly: "Life, same, quilt, death, same, acupuncture point." They never worried about living together and dying together, they only feared that heaven and man would be separated forever. .