Biography of Xi Shan

After a few days, Chen Daozhen was almost healed. It happened that today was the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month. The patriarch asked someone to cook some food, and took all the clansmen to respectfully send the two of them up the mountain.

The two were placed under a tree on the top of the mountain, and they looked at each other speechlessly.

The patriarch didn't dare to stay for a long time, he was afraid that Jingji would be afraid, so he said many words of comfort, and before the sun set, he hurried down the mountain with the clan.

Jing Ji yawned and leaned against Chen Daozhen bored.

"Senior Brother Chen, do you think something strange will happen tonight?" Jing Ji asked boredly.

Chen Daozhen smiled and said, "Have I seen so many strange things? The strangest thing is that there is a little guy who makes me dream of love and become sick. I still can't figure it out now. Do you think it's strange?"

Jing Ji's face turned red suddenly, he leaned over to hold the young man's lips and bit a few mouthfuls, and said in a low voice, "It's not surprising."

Chen Daozhen laughed loudly and took him into his arms.

The two looked at the stars and the moon, and finally hugged each other boredly and fell asleep.

Sure enough, nothing happened the next day. The two packed up and went down the mountain. When they reached the foot of the mountain, they saw everyone standing guard there.

Seeing that the two were safe and sound, the people of the clan immediately knelt down, kowtowed a few times towards Baimao Mountain, and raised their voices: "Thank you for the blessing of the gods." The clansmen knelt down and worshiped the gods.

All Jing Ji's words were silenced, and the patriarch thanked him with gratitude: "Thanks to your help, this saved the lives of our entire clan."

Jing Ji thought helplessly, perhaps the legend about the beast was just a misunderstanding that was passed down through word of mouth.

In the days that followed, the house of the witch's son was full of people. Even though she drove people away with a black face, wave after wave of people came to thank her.

Jing Ji felt very guilty, he obviously didn't do anything, but he made people feel grateful, it was extremely frightening.

Chen Daozhen comforted him and said, "You have indirectly protected their faith, which is considered a credit."

Jing Ji sighed faintly, lying on the table sullenly.

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The drunkard fiddled with the fire in front of him with dry wood, his brows were raised and his face was full of anger, his eyes were full of cruelty.

"Brother Jiu, drink some water." Lin Zixiao handed him the water bag.

The drunkard threw the water bag into the fire, and said angrily: "Why do you drink water? My master and brother Jing have been gone for more than a month. We still have nothing to do with staying here. Why don't we kill ghosts?" Yingjiao arrested that guy Aoki to avenge my master and Brother Jing!"

Lin Zixiao looked at the fire in silence.

The drunkard shouted on the spot, he slapped his thigh and said: "Okay, I'll go back to Wujizong to discuss with Zhao Peiran now, this loss can't be taken for nothing." He turned around and left regardless of Lin Zixiao.

Lin Zixiao hurriedly followed, "Brother Jiu, wait for me."

The two immediately left Panpo Village and headed towards Wuji Sect. Seeing Lin Zixiao's expressionless attitude, the drunkard sighed and said, "Why are you following me? Go back to Xishan to send for your master, don't you come out then." matter, your master must come to me to settle accounts."

Lin Zixiao said: "I, I also want to avenge Second Senior Brother."

The drunkard looked at his weak face, laughed loudly and said: "You can do whatever you want, then go back with me."

The two settled down in a small place near Changming Prefecture, and they could reach Wujizong the next day.

The drunkard fell asleep as soon as his head touched the bed. He slept in a dim light, completely oblivious to Lin Zixiao's abnormality.

Ever since Lin Zixiao stepped into this small town, he has become very silent, and the loneliness and hatred in his eyes make people stagnate.

Lin Zixiao couldn't sleep, pushed the door out amidst the snoring of the drunkard head, and walked out from the inn.

It has been ten years in a blink of an eye, since he left here when he was seven years old and never came back, he has almost forgotten that this is his hometown.

His father was originally a well-known wealthy businessman in the town. When he was seven years old, the carriage his father was riding in accidentally fell into a cliff, and even a few servants were killed. His father had not passed his first seven years, and his uncle led a group of relatives He came to seize the family property, and then his mother hanged herself and left him as a young and ignorant child.

His uncle told his mother that he followed his father, so he hanged himself, but no matter how young Lin Zixiao was, he would never believe his uncle's lies. The next night, his mother told him not to be afraid, even if the sky fell After coming down, she will protect him well, and after only one day, his mother died.

In less than a month, he was kicked out of the house, wearing only a thin coat and no shoes on his feet on a snowy night.

He stood in front of the vermilion door, looking at the impenetrable door like a fool, his eyes were dull as if his soul had been sucked out.

Bai Xue dyed his hair white, and the icy chill eroded his body bit by bit. When his uncle threw him out, he deliberately took his shoes and stripped off his clothes. No matter how stupid he was, he knew it well. His uncle Want to freeze myself to death.

He hugged his shoulders, looked down at his swollen toes, and his mind was in chaos.

Rather than hating him, he was more helpless and confused, until the gorgeous carriage stopped in front of his eyes, the curtain was lifted by the groom, and the boy in black looked at him coldly, with a cold and deep voice, "If you want to live, you have to live!" Get in the car, I will give you food and clothing, and I will also send you to practice martial arts, you can get everything you want."

He had nothing that year, but he only remembered one name——Jing Ji.

Chen Daozhen sent him to the Xishan School to practice martial arts and asked him to take care of the boy named Jing Ji. He thought it would be another round of catastrophe, but as long as he was alive, he would not be afraid of anything until he went to the Xishan School. Realized that this might be the salvation of his life.

He was thinking about the past, his mind was in chaos, and he walked to a house without knowing it.

The vermilion gate is particularly majestic. The big stone lion in front of the gate stretches its teeth and dances its claws with sharp eyes. The word "Lin Fu" is written on the plaque in gold lacquer.

The door was pushed open by the servants, and there was a dull creaking sound. A group of drunken guests came out one after another. They stood together in small groups, chattered some auspicious words, and then staggered away. go.

After the crowd dispersed, the middle-aged man standing at the door finally showed a clear appearance. The man had thick sword eyebrows, but his eyes were very small. There was a mole between the nose wing and the left eye. At that time, his eyebrows were beaming and he touched the mole, which was inexplicably sinister and weird, but today he was really happy, his smile was bright and his eyes were shining, and now he is slightly drunk and more gentle.

After seeing off the guests, the man saw Lin Zixiao standing at the door stiffly, the young man was holding a sword in his hand, with a dignified appearance and a gentle face, as if he was a friendly person.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Young man, what are you?"

Lin Zixiao came back to his senses, he pursed his lips in embarrassment, he will never forget the man in front of him in his life, this is the man in front of him, his uncle stripped his clothes in the snow and ice and threw him on the street, In other words, this person is inseparable from his mother's death.

Lin Zixiao tightly grasped the hand holding the sword, suppressing the turbulent emotions and said: "I stopped here when I smelled the smell of wine, please forgive me."

His uncle Lin Kuangqiu said with a smile: "The young man has a good sense of smell, so why don't you come in and have a glass of thin wine? Today is the day of the dog's wedding, and the young man's presence here also shows that you and I are destined, please, don't be polite. "

Lin Zixiao cupped his fists and said: "Then bother."

Lin Kuangqiu greeted him with a smile, led him through the winding corridor, and asked, "I think the young man has extraordinary temperament, but I don't know where he learned from."

The exquisite and exquisite corridors and water pavilions are completely different from before, and even the maidservants are as beautiful as flowers, and the age of cardamom.

Lin Zixiao smiled wryly: "I am a student of the Xishan School, and I was ordered to go out to do some business. It is also a coincidence that I passed by here."

Lin Kuangqiu was startled, and then his words became more polite and gentle.

He is now a wealthy man, and he doesn't value money as much as he used to. Compared with wealth, he now wants to make friends with some people from the rivers and lakes as his backing. ?Lin Kuangqiu just didn't know if this young man was considered an important position in the Xishan School, but even if this young man was just an ordinary disciple, wouldn't it be a good thing to exchange a glass of thin wine for a good relationship?

Lin Kuangqiu inquired about some trivial matters, and kept complimenting the old ancestor, "Your head looks at the world and everyone knows who doesn't know. I heard that your head was 50 years ago..."

Lin Zixiao interrupted him and said, "Master Lin, our master has abdicated for nineteen years. My master is only thirty and nine now, and he was not born 50 years ago."

Lin Kuangqiu smiled awkwardly, and immediately realized that this young man was actually a direct disciple of the head of the sect, so he must have something to say in the Xishan sect.

Lin Kuangqiu said: "Actually, there is a young child in my family. He is my old son. He is only ten years old now. I don't know if your master will accept apprentices. My young child is in good health and is very interested in martial arts. If you are lucky enough to be able to It must be the blessing of my Lin family to practice martial arts in the Xishan School. To tell you the truth, our Lin family has been in business for generations, and none of them practiced martial arts. If there is a child like Shaoxia, I will die without complaint .”

Lin Zixiao smiled wryly. He pondered for a moment and said, "Master Lin, answer me a question. If you answer honestly, I can take him to study in the Xishan School."

Lin Kuangqiu's expression changed, and he said solemnly: "I must know everything without saying anything, and I will never deceive you at all."

Lin Zixiao looked up at him, and slowly asked, "Did you kill your sister-in-law Lin Cheng?"

Lin Kuangqiu's complexion changed drastically. He stepped back and pointed at Lin Zixiao, "Who are you? How do you know Mrs. Lin Cheng?"

"Hahaha, uncle, what's wrong with you? Don't you expect the Lin family to have a child like me? You should be happy now that you are here."

It was only then that Lin Kuangqiu noticed that Lin Zixiao had a strange expression, and his smile was gloomy and suppressed, as if he was enduring great anger.

"You, you are Zixiao!"

Lin Zixiao sneered: "Of course it was me, tell me, did you kill my mother?"

Lin Kuangqiu sneered and said, "Your mother committed suicide. She and elder brother have a deep affection. When elder brother died, she would naturally take medicine to die for love."

"You poisoned my mother to death..." Lin Zixiao looked at him with a distorted expression, breathing more and more heavily.

Lin Kuangqiu frowned and said, "She committed suicide by taking medicine by herself, what does it have to do with me?" He slammed his sleeves and turned his back, what kind of Xishan sect disciple, this little bastard is a waste, dare to pretend to be a martial artist today Come in, it seems that he will not leave without giving him a little pain.

Lin Kuangqiu winked at the servant next to him, and the servant backed away secretly.

"You poisoned my mother and then disguised her as hanging herself, didn't you?"

Lin Kuangqiu raised his eyebrows and said, "Fart, if I want to hang her, I just do it, why bother? Maybe... I just forgot, she hanged herself, hanged herself!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Lin Zixiao's face turned red, "My mother practiced martial arts since she was a child, and her martial arts are very strong. After she married my father, she quit the rivers and lakes. You can't control her, so you poisoned her, right? That's it, that's it...my mother was killed by you."

His expression became more and more crazy, his eyes were blood red, his mother's corpse seemed to be right in front of him, his gray face, eyes that were dying, maybe his father...his father's death was not an accident... ...

"I'm going to kill you to avenge my parents!" Lin Zixiao drew out his sword and stabbed at Lin Kuangqiu.

Lin Kuangqiu sneered coldly: "It's up to you? Where can I steal a sword and pretend to be a hero? I...uh...blood, blood..."

He dodged as he spoke, but the sword edge seemed to be entwined towards him, and lightly scratched his neck, blood splashed out and sprayed on his face.

Lin Kuangqiu's eyes widened in disbelief, and he still maintained a brooding expression when he fell down.

Lin Kuangqiu's son-in-law rushed over with the nurse. He was still wearing a fiery red wedding gown, and was supported by his servants to stabilize his swaying gait. When he saw Lin Kuangqiu's body, he suddenly woke up. He was as motionless as a thunderbolt.

Lin Zixiao looked in front of him in confusion, his clothes were covered with blood, and the images of his childhood kept flashing before his eyes, and those beautiful images were finally stained red with blood, leaving only the cold night and falling snow.

The crowd surrounded him, and when they saw his empty eyes, they immediately rushed towards him.

Before Lin Zixiao recovered, he subconsciously drew his sword to fight back. His eyes were red with blood, and his white clothes were stained with blood. There were screams one after another, until finally there was only panic begging for mercy.

Lin Zixiao came back to his senses suddenly, a nurse hugged his feet and wept bitterly, the rest of the people including the bridegroom officer all died under his sword, the courtyard was full of corpses, and the ground was covered with blood.

Lin Zixiao dropped his sword in shock, and rushed out of the gate in a staggering manner, the stench of blood was dragged out under his feet.