Biography of Xi Shan

The lingering white mist still carries the coolness of the morning, and the bright sunlight penetrates the thick mist, bringing a little bit of warmth. The morning sun rises, and a new day kicks off again.

On the martial arts training ground, a group of little radish heads dressed in white were holding wooden swords and shouting slogans in their mouths.

The leader was a ten-year-old boy, holding a real sword in his hand, and he pulled a sword flower with ease, practicing sword moves for the juniors one by one.

This child is Liu Muyan's eldest apprentice, Lu Zhen, who started a few years earlier than Jing Ji, and is a few years older than him. His talent is also the most outstanding among Liu Muyan's apprentices. At an early age, he has the style of a general, not only diligent in martial arts training, but also takes good care of the group of juniors, very demeanor of a senior brother.

After Lu Zhen finished practicing a set of sword skills, a group of juniors behind him applauded and applauded loudly, their eyes were full of admiration and admiration.

Lu Zhen sighed helplessly, and the old god said, "You guys have to watch carefully, don't just applaud."

The little radishheads were laughing and messing about, taking advantage of the fact that the master who taught swordsmanship was not here today, they were all blatantly lazy.

"Where is Third Junior Brother? Why didn't you see him?" Lu Zhen asked after scanning for a week.

"Eldest brother! I know! Third senior brother is sleeping late!"

Lu Zhen pursed her lips and frowned slightly. It just so happened that Zhou Ce came late and ran to her in messy clothes.

Just as Zhou Ce was about to quibble, Lu Zhen already said: "You should stand on horseback for half an hour today, and you will not be late again in the future."

Zhou Ce regained consciousness completely, and shouted: "I didn't, and I didn't do it on purpose, why should I be punished?"

Lu Zhen said with a cold face: "This is not a punishment for you. You were already half an hour late, and you should make it up."

Zhou Ce was still unconvinced, and said with a stiff neck, "Second senior brother never practiced martial arts, why didn't you punish him?"

"He is him, and you are you. They cannot be confused." Lu Zhen and Jing Ji knew each other early. The child has been following him since he could walk. When he grew up, he found that his body was incomplete and could not cultivate internal strength. Naturally, Lu Zhen felt more sympathetic to him. , what's more, this has long been acquiesced by the head, so what's the use of saying it now?

Seeing that Lu Zhen frowned impatiently, with a serious and depressing expression, Zhou Ce couldn't help being subdued, and took a gait in a muffled voice.

After a while, Lu Zhen saw that it was almost time, so he told everyone to disperse to have breakfast. Zhou Ce watched the brothers scatter indifferently, and his eyes turned red with grievance when they were all gone.

Zhou Ce sniffed, wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, and pursed his lips without making a sound.

Just squatting on horseback, I saw that little bastard Jing Ji walking slowly towards here. Zhou Ce was not a soft bun in the first place, and he was so angry now, how could he throw away in front of Jing Ji Turning his face, he immediately stood up straight, rubbed his sore knee, and shouted from a distance: "Second Senior Brother, come here."

Jing Ji turned around quickly, saw Zhou Ce calling him, ran over with a cheer, and said with a smile, "Third Junior Brother, what did you ask me to do?"

"You, take a step and show me." Zhou Ce looked at him sullenly.

Jing Ji took a stride, turned his head and asked him, "Is that so?"

Zhou Ce walked around behind him, kicked his ass, kicked him to the ground, and complained, "How can you practice horse stance without pricking?"

Jing Ji felt aggrieved immediately, he slowly got up, and said softly: "My clothes are dirty, why are you kicking me, Third Junior Brother?"

"What's wrong with the dirty clothes of martial arts practitioners? It's not like there's a hole. Let's see how dirty it is." Zhou Ce said, grabbing Jing Ji's clothes.

The two immediately shoved and shoved. Jing Ji ate, drank and played around all day long. He was Zhou Ce's opponent. The two entangled for a moment, only to hear a stabbing sound, and Jing Ji's skirt was torn to pieces, hanging loosely on his chest. .

Zhou Ce let go of him in a panic, and quickly said, "It's none of my business, it's you who ripped it off."

Jing Jihong pointed at him and said, "I'm going to tell Master that you bullied me."

"You are not allowed to go." Zhou Ce hurriedly pulled him back, begging for mercy, "I'm sorry, don't tell Master." After all, he was still a pure-hearted child, knowing that he had caused trouble, he immediately became nervous.

No matter how you say it, Jing Ji is his senior brother, even if this senior brother doesn't do anything, even if he doesn't look like a senior brother, the principle of brotherhood and brotherhood is eternal, and it is also a virtue advocated by the master.

Zhou Ce panicked and looked at him in fear.

Jing Ji snorted twice: "Damn it, I'm going to file a complaint." He pushed Zhou Ce away and ran away, all the way towards Liu Muyan's study.

Jing Ji did not practice martial arts more than others, so Liu Muyan taught him to read and let him cultivate himself.

It was already too late to have a fight with Zhou Ce today. When I arrived at the study, Liu Muyan was sitting in front of the desk. Seeing him sticking his head in, he said with a smile, "Why are you late and you slept late?"

Jing Ji walked to the desk pitifully, patting the table with his chubby fingers, and said slowly, "Mmm...Jing Er fell down."

Liu Muyan raised his eyebrows: "Where did you fall? Did you break your clothes?"

Jing Ji raised his eyes and looked at him, and suddenly saw a bowl of peeled grapes on the table, his eyes lit up, he climbed up on Liu Muyan's lap and sat down, sucked his saliva and asked: " Master, here is a bowl of grapes."

"Yes, why do you have a bowl of grapes?" Liu Muyan hugged him to prevent him from falling, with a doting smile on his face.

"Where did the grape skins go?"

"Where did it go? Master doesn't know either."

Jing Ji quickly picked up a grape and stuffed it into his mouth, "Jing Er, taste if it's sweet or not."

"Is it sweet?"

"Master also eats one, you'll know after eating it." Jing Ji picked up another one and stuffed it into Liu Muyan's mouth, smiling at him flatteringly.

You and I finished half a bowl of grapes, Liu Muyan touched his swollen belly, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's eat later, I won't practice calligraphy today, you will go back after eating the grapes." Change your clothes, don't be naughty next time."

Jing Ji nodded like a chick pecking at rice, pinched his fingers and said softly, "I want to give the grapes to Brother Chen to eat, and then go change clothes, okay?"

Liu Muyan's face darkened, and he thought sourly: Why should the grapes I peeled be eaten by a boy surnamed Chen...

He didn't show it on his face, but still smiled and said: "Go."

Jing Ji thought he agreed, cheered and ran away wearing tattered clothes and holding a small bowl.

Liu Muyan watched him go all the way away dumbfounded, this little thing that eats inside and out.

Jing Ji ran all the way out of the yard, and before he had gone far, he saw Zhou Ce hiding in the bushes furtively, looking around in a panic with his little head, and seeing Jing Ji coming out, he hurried up.

Jing Ji pretended to be angry with a straight face, "What are you doing here?"

Zhou Ce's anxious eyes were red, "Have you told Master?"

Jing Ji pouted: "No, next time you bully me again, I will tell Master all about it."

Zhou Ce breathed a sigh of relief, saw him holding a small bowl, and asked, "Why are there grapes?"

"Master gave it to me." Jing Ji hesitated for a moment, then handed out a small bowl and said, "Here, I'll give you two, you can only eat two."

Zhou Ce waved his hand: "Tch, it's like who has never eaten grapes. There is a large grape vine at the foot of the mountain. I will take you to pick grapes and eat them next time you rest."

"Okay, okay, thank you, Junior Brother." Jing Ji was so happy that he leaned closer to Zhou Ce with a smile.

Zhou Ce smiled awkwardly, and walked back with him.

After separating from Zhou Ce, Jing Ji came to the courtyard where Chen Daozhen lived. When he entered the door, he saw Chen Daozhen practicing his sword.

Jing Ji stared at him blankly, even if he didn't understand these things, he could tell that Chen Daozhen was much stronger in martial arts than his senior brothers.

Jing Ji picked up a grape and put it in his mouth, smacking his lips and looking at him.

Chen Daozhen put away his sword and looked at him with a slight frown.

Seeing him frowning, Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said in a hurry: "I, I didn't mean it. Master said you can't watch disciples from other sects practice. I forgot. Brother Chen, don't be angry."

Chen Daozhen was so angry, he pursed his lips and took out a handkerchief, grabbed the child's chubby hand, and wiped it carefully with the handkerchief.

Jing Ji looked at his expression carefully, and said softly: "Senior Brother Chen, I really won't watch it in the future...Are you still angry?"

Chen Dao really wanted to choke on him, "You can't learn it even after seeing it", but when he thought of the scene the day before yesterday, he couldn't help swallowing his words back, and said lightly: "I'm not angry. If you want to learn from me, I will teach you later. Don't use dirty words. Grab the grapes."

Jing Ji blushed, and said with a hey smile, "It's all for you to eat."

When Chen Daozhen saw the grapes peeled, his heart moved, his expression softened, he said "um", he took the bowl and started to eat slowly.

The two sat in front of the stone table in the yard, Jing Ji knelt on the stone bench and propped himself up, watching him eagerly feeding them into his mouth.

"Senior Brother Chen, do you also like grapes? I, I like grapes the most." He swallowed in response to the occasion.

When Chen Daozhen thought of the child peeling off the grape skins for him, his heart felt soft and messed up, and he slightly raised the corners of his lips and said, "I like it."

Jing Ji looked at Putao disappointedly and said, "Oh, then you should finish eating."

Chen Daozhen lived up to his expectations and ate all the grapes into his stomach.

"Is it tasty?"

Chen Daozhen nodded and said, "It's delicious."

Jing Ji stood on the stone bench, raised her small chin and said proudly, "My master peeled it all for me."

Chen Daozhen: "..."

"Senior Brother Chen, are you still in pain? Show me." After Jing Ji finished speaking, he rushed towards him, anxiously wanting to lift his clothes.

Chen Daozhen was startled by him, quickly hugged him and turned upside down, let him sit on his lap, grabbed his mischievous hands, and said: "It's okay, don't mess around."

Jing Ji pursed his lips, and suddenly leaned over and kissed Chen Daozhen's cheek, and said softly, "Senior Brother Chen, I'm very good, I won't hurt you in the future."

Jing Ji spoke seriously, his big black grape-like eyes were shining brightly, and the cold facial features of a young man were reflected in his clear pupils.

Chen Daozhen's throat rolled, and he has not been close to people since he was sensible. Everyone told him that he must be worthy of the status of the young master of the Wuji Sect. He walked alone on the road full of thorns, never expecting anyone to protect him, even if he knew that what the child said was childish, even if he understood that it was impossible to expect Jingji to protect him.

However, he had never heard these soft words before, and the throbbing in his heart made him feel strange and shocked.

Chen Daozhen pursed his lips, suddenly stood up and turned his back to him, and said lightly: "You go back, it's time for lunch."

Jing Ji didn't realize it, and went over to hold his hand, "Then let's go have dinner together."

"I'm not hungry yet, go by yourself." Chen Daozhen sighed slightly, and shook off his hand.

"Oh." Jing Ji looked at him timidly, and moved out slowly.

After walking two steps, the child suddenly turned around, looked at Chen Daozhen from a distance and said, "Then let's go to the back mountain to play, I'm not hungry, I ate a lot of grapes just now."

Chen Daozhen glanced sideways at him and smiled slightly: "Okay."

Time flew by mercilessly, half a month later, Chen Muhua took Chen Daozhen and a group of disciples to leave Xishan School.

Jing Ji followed Liu Muyan to send people to the foot of the mountain. He stood beside Liu Muyan, looking at Chen Daozhen reluctantly.

Chen Daozhen untied the blue tassel from the saber, put it into the child's hands without saying a word, and then left with the team without looking back.

In front of him is the whole rivers and lakes, behind him is the ethereal Xishan Mountain.And the child he cared about so much is destined to be left behind at this moment.