Biography of Xi Shan

Chen Daozhen was almost healed from his injuries, so he and Jing Ji visited the patriarch together.

Hearing that they were planning to leave, the patriarch couldn't help but suppress his smile, his expression seemed to be worried, he hesitated for a moment before he nodded and said: "The stone gate to go out will only be opened on the night of the full moon every month. Send you off personally."

Heizi stared wide-eyed, but was about to speak when the patriarch stopped him with his eyes.

"Patriarch, thank you for your care these days. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid Xiaojing and I would have died in Huangquan." Chen Dao sincerely said.

Jing Ji followed suit and nodded: "Thank you patriarch, if there is Jing Ji who can help in the future, I will definitely not refuse."

The patriarch waved his hand and said with a smile: "You have a destiny with this place, you can't say that anyone owes anyone else, as long as you are willing, you are welcome to come back at any time, just a little, and you must not reveal our location at will."

Jing Ji clasped his fists and said earnestly: "Don't worry, Patriarch, Brother Chen and I will keep our promise." He rolled his eyes suddenly and said with a smile: "Of course, we will come back to see you again if we have a chance."

The patriarch stroked his beard in relief.

The three chatted and laughed a few more words, and the patriarch personally sent them out of the door.

As soon as the people left, Heizi said anxiously: "Patriarch, why did you let them go?"

The patriarch frowned, and said impatiently: "Twisted melons are not sweet, they are not from here, so they should leave."

Heizi said in a muffled voice: "Not only are they destined to us, but they are also very skilled. If they stay here, even if we go out, we won't be afraid of anything. Do the people from Panpo Village dare to make trouble?"

The patriarch glared at him: "Don't do to others what you don't want to be done to others. You don't want them to go, and they don't want to stay, so why do you do what you want? Go, go, go home and work, these things It's none of your business to worry about."

Heizi scratched his neck and rushed out.

Chen Daozhen and Jing Ji returned home, but they didn't see the witch sitting at the door.

The weather was getting colder, and Jing Ji persuaded her several times before letting the witch into the house. Even so, as soon as Jing Ji went out, the old woman would just sit at the door in a daze, muttering something, and only waited for Jing Ji to come back. Dancing happily.

When Jing Ji got closer, he heard movement in the backyard, and he walked quickly inside.

Awang crossed his hips and yelled at the witch angrily: "Don't worry about it, Xiaojing is my brother, I can touch his things, give it to me quickly!"

The witch held Jingji's long flute, and stared at Awang coldly, but apparently Awang was not afraid of her, and she already had the aura of an adult at such a young age.

Jing Ji walked over quickly and asked, "What's the matter?"

The witch's eyes softened, and she handed the flute to Jing Ji tremblingly, and said in a low voice, "No, it's not dirty, take a look."

"Thank you." Jing Ji rolled his eyes, "I'm not afraid of getting dirty, don't worry about it, ma'am."

Awang pursed his lips stubbornly, turning his face away angrily.

The witch looked very happy, and while pushing the flute towards Jing Ji, she shouted: "Blow, blow."

Jing Ji was taken aback for a moment, then shyly pursed his lips and laughed, and said in a low voice, "Ma'am, I actually don't know how to play flute, this is my sword."

The witch frowned, shook her head and said, "It's not a good sword, I have a good sword." She squatted down with her head in her arms, shaking her head in pain.

Jing Ji supported her, feeling a little anxious, and said, "Auntie, are you okay?"

Chen Daozhen came late, he couldn't help frowning, and asked, "What's going on?"

Just at this time, the witch suddenly let go of her hand covering her head, muttering in her mouth: "Nine heavens travel, gods and ghosts are unpredictable, south, south, nine heavens travel, gods and ghosts are unpredictable."

Chen Daozhen was puzzled.

Jing Ji was stunned, he pressed the witch's shoulder, and asked anxiously: "Mother, who told you this, do you remember?"

The witch suddenly became very crazy, she shook her head frantically, froze again, turned around and ran away.

Jing Ji was about to catch up, but was stopped by Chen Daozhen.

Chen Daozhen shook his head: "Don't ask, let her calm down."

Jing Ji was full of doubts. Senior Chu asked him to bring this sentence to his master. Why would Mrs. Wu know?He shook his head with a headache and sighed helplessly.

Awang was still sitting on the ground sulking, his head hanging listlessly.

Jing Ji knelt down beside him and comforted him, "Brother, don't be unhappy."

Awang snorted twice.

"We're leaving soon. After we leave, help me take care of my aunt. There are some things I haven't figured out yet. I'll come back when I figure it out." Jing Ji paused, then continued Said, "Well, in return, I'll teach you martial arts."

Only then did Awang raise his head, with a trace of scrutiny in his eyes, he lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly pointed at Chen Daozhen and said, "I want him to teach."

Chen Daozhen raised his eyebrows.

Jing Ji's eyes widened, and he said anxiously, "I'm also very good at martial arts."

"He's better than you." Awang stood up and walked to Chen Daozhen, looked up at him, "I want the most powerful person to teach me martial arts!"

Chen Daozhen looked at him noncommittally.

Ngawang promised very seriously: "As long as you teach me martial arts, no matter whether I learn it or not, I will take good care of the witch. Do you agree?"

Jing Ji looked anxiously at Chen Daozhen, his face was so angry that his whole face was flushed red.

Chen Daozhen said: "It's not impossible for me to teach you martial arts."

Ngawang immediately knelt down and said, "Master..."

Chen Daozhen pulled him up before he knelt down.

Chen Daozhen said seriously: "I promise to teach you martial arts, but I will not accept you as an apprentice. You are not qualified now."

Awang looked straight at Chen Daozhen with a tense face.

Chen Daozhen said: "There is one more point, if I teach you, you must learn it, you must not give up halfway, and you can't talk about whether you learn it or not."

Awang nodded excitedly.

Chen Daozhen said: "Okay then, come here to find me at Maoshi tomorrow, and go back today."

"So early?" Awang yelled, then covered his mouth and said with a smile, "Tomorrow, I will definitely be here on time."

Chen Daozhen smiled without saying a word.

Ngawang thanked Bounce and left.

Jing Ji pursed his lips and muttered, "What is he so happy for?"

Chen Daozhen took a step closer and wrapped his arms around his waist, biting his ear and asking him, "Do you know why I didn't accept him as an apprentice?"

Jing Ji shook his head with a straight face: "I don't know."

Chen Daozhen said with a smile: "His eyesight is not good, even the master can't pick him. He doesn't want such a good master Xiaojing. He will regret it in the future." He kissed the young man's round earlobe, his eyes were full of doting .

Jing Ji felt embarrassed at this moment, blushing shyly and said: "I haven't even been a teacher yet..."

Chen Daozhen put his arms around him and coaxed him a few more times, which made him smile.

Ngawang sneaked out from home early the next morning.

Awang climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard anxiously, but saw that Chen Daozhen was already practicing sword in the courtyard, and the long sword drew a beautiful sword flower in his hand. His movements were extremely slow but gave people a feeling of oppression, which was different from Qingshan School's sword is like a rainbow, and it is also different from Xishan School's softness to overcome strength. Chen Daozhen's swordsmanship seems to be a mystery, with countless possibilities hidden in every move, calm and magnificent.

Ngawang's eyes were shining, and he couldn't help clapping.

Chen Daozhen withdrew his sword lightly, and asked in a low voice, "Did you see it clearly?"

Awang scratched his head, laughed and said, "I didn't see clearly." He suddenly raised his voice, and said excitedly, "Give me another play, and I promise to remember this time!"

Chen Daozhen frowned suddenly, lowered his voice and said with an unhappy face: "Be quiet."

Awang suddenly realized that that big slob Jingji might still be sleeping.

Chen Daozhen said: "First step on the horse."

He pointed out to Ngawang a few times, the child learned martial arts on the first day, he was very fresh, he didn't feel tired at all, and his expression was very excited.

Awang was striding his horse in a decent manner, when he heard Chen Daozhen ask: "Why do you want to learn martial arts?"

Awang said: "If you want to learn, you can learn, who doesn't have any hobbies."

Chen Daozhen patted him on the shoulder, and Awang was staggered by the pat, barely standing on his feet.

Chen Daozhen entered the kitchen with his front foot, and the witch appeared behind him.

Awang was not afraid of her, he hummed and did not move.

The witch crouched behind the pillar and looked around for a while, then slowly moved to the door of the kitchen, and said in a low voice, "You, you go to rest, I will cook."

Chen Daozhen smiled gently, "No need, it's cold, auntie, go to sleep for a while, I'll do it."

The witch frowned, scratched the sawdust on the door with her fingernails, and muttered, "I'll make something delicious for Yun'er."

Chen Daozhen paused, he put down the kitchen knife slowly, and said after a long while: "Okay."

The witch beamed with joy, and hurriedly drove Chen Daozhen out.

After the witch made breakfast, Chen Daozhen let Awang rest.

Awang was so tired that his legs were only shaking, and he lay listlessly on the ground, refusing to get up.

When Chen Daozhen called Jing Ji up, the four gathered around a table for breakfast.

Awang's eyes turned green. The witch steamed a large plate of snow-white steamed buns, a basket of whole grains, and added a handful of red beans to the porridge. In addition, he specially steamed two large meat buns.

Awang swallowed, and couldn't help reaching out for the big bun.

The witch raised her eyes, slammed his hand away, and then pushed the whole plate of meat buns in front of Jing Ji.

The witch looked at Jing Ji eagerly, and said in a low voice, "Eat, delicious."

Jing Ji unceremoniously picked up the meat bun and took a big bite. His mouth was full of oil. He smiled and pushed the other bun in front of the witch, and said, "The buns made by aunt are delicious, you should eat them too. Let's eat together."

The witch's eyes suddenly became moist, she shook her head, looked at Jing Ji pleadingly and said, "You eat."

Jing Ji was startled, nodded uncomfortably, thought for a while and picked up another piece of pumpkin for her, and said, "Then eat pumpkin, it's easy to digest."

The witch lowered her head and almost buried her face in the bowl.

Awang was so angry that he muttered, "You are the last to wake up and eat the best food, slob."

Jing Ji's face turned red when he heard the words, and he kicked Chen Daozhen hard under the table.

Chen Daozhen smiled maliciously, and stretched out his hand to hold down the boy's wobbling legs.

The witch raised her head abruptly, and said viciously, "It's not a slob! Just say one more word, and be careful that I will poison you!"

Awang snorted and said, "I don't believe it, don't scare me."

The witch pursed her lips, as if she wanted to really teach him a lesson.

Chen Daozhen looked at Awang with a frown and said, "Eat well."

Awang immediately calmed down. In fact, he didn't have to eat meat buns, but seeing Jingji's laziness, he was unbalanced. How could he be Jingji's boss? Why did this guy disrespect him so much?

In the end, Jing Ji didn't eat the second bun, but the witch was very stubborn, so Jing Ji didn't share it with others, took a bowl and put it away, and kept it for lunch.

Jingji's belly bulged from eating, and he practiced sword in the yard after resting for a while.

Ngawang crouched on horseback, only heard movement behind him, but did not dare to turn his head to look.

Awang was very disdainful, this guy can't even pick out a bird's egg, how could he be a master, he must be gesturing blindly, when he has practiced martial arts, he must ask Xiaojing to see who is the boss!

Jing Ji finished practicing for a while, ran to Chen Daozhen and raised his face and said, "Brother Chen, wipe my sweat."

Chen Daozhen was as patient as ever, treating him with care like a treasure.

The two of them were getting bored, when Heizi came running, he stood at the door and reluctantly said: "The patriarch asked you to go there, saying that he would take you to see the exit."

Chen Daozhen and Jing Ji looked at each other, and he told Awang first: "You go back first when you put on your horse, and come back tomorrow morning."

A Wang seemed to have something to say, but he was blocked by Chen Daozhen before he opened his mouth. Chen Daozhen said: "Remember, haste makes waste."

Awang nodded and said yes, with a very serious face, he said firmly: "Awang understands, you can go at ease."

Jing Ji couldn't help laughing, touched his little head and said, "Boss, practice, and take me to climb trees later."

Awang turned his face away in a bully manner, glanced at Jingji slantingly, and said casually: "Let's talk about it."

Jing Ji nodded hurriedly, and said, "Boss, you should do your work first, I'm leaving."

"Go, go." Awang's feet were shaking violently, but his face remained calm.