Biography of Xi Shan

As the end of the new year approaches, every household is decorated with lanterns and streamers, celebrating the upcoming festival with joy.

Changming Prefecture is richer than other places, and every household will not be stingy with money at this time, and they will all buy a lot of new year's goods.

There is a stone tablet in the center of Wankong Long Street, engraved with the words Changmingzhou on that stone tablet, the stone tablet has been erected here as early as decades ago, with the reconstruction and renovation of the street, this stone tablet is still preserved Impeccably preserved.

Every New Year's Eve, the people will surround it with festive red silk and satin, and let the most respected people in the city come to cut the ribbon to welcome the arrival of the new year.

At this time of year, Changming Prefecture is always empty, hence the name Wankong Long Street.

Today is New Year's Eve again, and of course it is no exception. The streets are congested, and the young and strong are crowded in front. A few old people in their seventies are smiling happily. They hide behind people and can't see anything. Still infected by this festive atmosphere.

An old man selling bowl cake squatted on the ground, smiling and talking to his old woman: "It's another new year, let's close the stall early today and go back to eat something good."

The old woman couldn't see her eyes when she smiled, and said to the old man, "How much food can you eat with those teeth? Fortunately, my old woman has cooked for you for a lifetime."

"As long as you do it, I'll eat it all."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and suddenly there was a clear and soft voice in the noisy crowd, "Grandpa, what is this?"

The old man turned his head tremblingly, and saw a cute boy named Yuxue talking. The boy's big eyes were black and white, and he was very energetic. The young man was wrapped into a ball, which made him look even more delicate.

The old man smiled and said: "This is called bowl cake, grandpa invites you to eat one."

The old man plans to close the stall early today, so many bowls of cakes must be sold out. He never sells overnight snacks, and throwing them away is a waste. Why don't we share them with the children on New Year's Eve to be happy.

Jing Ji took advantage of his youth to please him, but he still took out two pennies and handed it to the old man. The old man didn't refuse, but accepted it with a smile, and wrapped an extra bowl of cake for him.

The appearance of the bowl cake is very ordinary, in the shape of a porcelain bowl, and it can be eaten with a bamboo skewer.Judging from the color, it should taste like bean paste, with fine sucrose spread on it, which looks very attractive.

Jing Ji took one in each hand, took a bite, the bowl cake was delicate and smooth, with a slightly sweet taste, and there was a strange fragrance mixed with the sweetness, it was impossible to taste what kind of taste it was.This kind of fragrance is very light, but refreshing, lingering in the mouth for a long time can not dissipate.

Jing Ji ate with joy, held a bowl of cake and fed it to Chen Daozhen's lips.

Chen Daozhen took a bite of his hand and said with a smile, "Isn't it sweet?"

"Not sweet." Jing Ji rolled his eyes, "It's delicious."

Jing Ji looked at the crowd and asked, "What are you all doing?"

Chen Daozhen said: "Every New Year's Eve, there will be a ribbon-cutting ceremony here. Last year, my father cut the ribbon. This year may not be the case, but several elders in important positions in the Wuji Sect, including my father, will be present."

Jing Ji nodded, and suddenly realized: "Then we will see Uncle Chen later?"

Chen Daozhen nodded.

The two of them hurried all the way and finally arrived at Changming Prefecture on New Year's Eve, but they arrived a little later, and now they couldn't squeeze in.

Jing Ji was very curious, bouncing around but still couldn't see anything.

The young man was so anxious that he subconsciously grabbed Chen Daozhen's sleeve with one hand, and his pitiful appearance immediately pleased him.

"Why don't you squat down."

Chen Daozhen raised his eyebrows, shook his head with a smile and said, "Don't even think about it."

After a while, Chen Daozhen was defeated, squatted down resignedly, let the boy sit on his shoulders with his legs apart, and lifted him up all at once.

"Baby, can you see clearly?" Chen Daozhen rarely teased him.

Jing Ji blushed with embarrassment, and quickly reached out to cover his mouth.

On weekdays, Senior Brother Chen is the most serious, usually called by Xiao Jing and Jing Er, and what kind of sweethearts are called when they are not serious in bed, how can so many people be so frivolous.

Chen Daozhen took advantage of the opportunity and kissed him on the palm of his hand, which was a rare comfort.

The ribbon-cutting ceremony has already begun. Jing Ji poked his head around and looked over, only to see a middle-aged man with a big belly cutting the ribbon. There were a few older people standing around him. At this moment, everyone was smiling and talking.

Jing Ji took a closer look and saw several young men wearing the same robes standing not far away, among them was a man who looked like a great monk.

But is it a drunkard?

Jing Ji shouted a few times in surprise, stretched out his hand and shook the drunkard's head a few times.

There were too many people, and the drunkard head didn't see Jing Ji waving to him. Standing beside him was the smiling Zhao Peiran. The drunkard head frowned and muttered, this Zhao Peiran, no matter what the situation was, he would smile like a flower. Like, what time is this.

The life and death of his little master and younger brother Jing are uncertain, the suzerain caused a catastrophe and is now in confinement, and the old suzerain is locked up again, so they are the only ones left now.

Without the backbone, the Wuji Sect will become a mess sooner or later!

The drunkard was very worried, and complained in a low voice: "I said Zhao Peiran, what time is this, you can still laugh."

Zhao Peiran's breath was stagnant, and then he said with a smile: "Master nephew, today is a good day in Changming Prefecture. Today is a good start, and next year it will be smooth for the whole year."

The drunkard head sneered: "Could this broken stone become a spirit or why did it drop? Can a color cut be able to cut my little master back?"

Zhao Peiran felt depressed, but smiled wryly: "If senior brother can come back, it's fine for me to be an ox or a horse for Brother Jing in the future."

The drunkard curled his lips and believed you as a bird. Besides, what relationship do you have with Brother Jing?He sighed, and was about to take out the wine gourd to drink, but saw a boy who was pushed to a high place in the distance beckoning to him.

The drunkard head took a closer look, it wasn't Jing Ji who it was!Judging by his frightened appearance, he must be in good health.Then his little master must be back!

The drunkard suddenly felt sour in his heart. It was true that Chen Daozhen could save his life, but at that time Chen Daozhen was only a half-grown child. He had watched Chen Daozhen grow up these years. It is interpreted by the grace of saving lives or the relationship between mentor and apprentice.

The drunkard let out a long sigh of relief, and said leisurely: "Zhao Peiran, it's time for you to be a horse."

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Chen Daozhen looked at Zhao Peiran with an unkind expression, and said sharply, "Say it again."

Zhao Peiran frowned slightly, lowered his head and said vaguely: "Master was locked up by the old suzerain, and the secret book has been recovered, but I'm afraid the content has been leaked out."

The drunkard shrank his head and took two steps back vigorously.

Chen Dao was trembling all over with anger, he pressed his lips tightly, and his thin lips outlined cold lines, making him look mean and cold.

Jing Ji had never seen him like this before. Most of the time, Chen Daozhen had a strategizing aura, and he was calm and magnanimous when encountering situations, giving people a feeling that everything in the world was under his control.

Even when Jing Ji was on the verge of life and death, he never showed such an expression.

It was the first time I saw Jing Ji who was so purely angry, and he couldn't help shaking like a drunkard.

Chen Daozhen seemed to be aware of his uneasiness, calmed down his emotions, patted his back lightly, and said lightly: "Pei Ran, you arrange for Xiaojing to rest first, and I will talk about everything after I see my father."

Jing Ji didn't dare to be naughty at this time, nodded obediently, and left behind Zhao Peiran.

Chen Daozhen set off to the courtyard where Chen Muhua was held.

When Chen Daozhen walked into the small courtyard, Chen Muhua was practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard. A silver-white iron chain the thickness of a hemp rope was tied to his ankle. The chain was ten feet long, and the other end was tied to the On the beam.

This iron chain is very light, but extremely tough, and it cannot be opened with ordinary tools. It was a birthday gift from the Wuzhou Fang family when the old suzerain Chen Shaofu was in power.

Chen Muhua has a martial arts obsession, and his martial arts should not be underestimated. Naturally, ordinary places can't stop him.

Chen Shaofu knew his son very well. He was obsessed with martial arts secret books to the point of madness. As long as he didn't hinder his martial arts practice, even if he was locked up, he would not easily have the idea of ​​running away.

Chen Daozhen took a few deep breaths, and with difficulty suppressed the resentment in his heart, he gritted his teeth and forced out a few words, asking: "Why?"

Chen Muhua noticed Chen Daozhen's trace early in the morning, he put away his moves, looked at his tall and straight son expressionlessly, and wrote lightly: "It's just a secret book of martial arts, why, you now even your father Ready to tidy up?"

"It's just a secret book, heh, father, what you said is light." Chen Dao's heart and lungs ached, "This "Wuji Sword" is the supreme secret book of our Wuji sect. However, you actually betrayed the Wuji Sect for a piece of low-level swordsmanship! In vain as the suzerain of the Wuji Sect, you simply, simply..."

Although Chen Daozhen hated him for being indisputable, Chen Muhua was his father after all, and many words of reproach came to his lips but he still couldn't utter them.

Chen Muhua's face is also unkind now, he said with a ferocious face: "The wings are hard, even your father dare to teach you a lesson? If I didn't teach you martial arts, would you be able to have today's success?"

Chen Daozhen looked at him gloomyly, but his anger eased inexplicably, leaving only a deep sense of helplessness and determination.

Chen Muhua didn't see Chen Daozhen talking back, thinking that he had given in, and his tone eased. He knew he was wrong, so he couldn't help but calmly said: "Besides, the secret books of our Wuji sect's swordsmanship are profound and unpredictable, even if they are widely spread How many people can learn it? You don’t have to make a fuss, haven’t you recovered this cheat?”

Chen Daozhen laughed sinisterly, and said, "It makes sense."

Chen Muhua nodded, and fiddled with a cheat book at hand again.

"Father, I forgot to tell you." Chen Daozhen said indifferently, "As early as three years ago, I had broken through the peak of "The Promise Sword", and now I have already achieved great martial arts."

The secret book in Chen Muhua's hand fell to the ground with a thud. He seemed to have been greatly stimulated, and his body couldn't hold back. He shook his head and muttered to himself: "Impossible, this is impossible, I Father, his old man is a genius that is rare in a hundred years. It took him nearly 30 years to practice this set of swordsmanship. You have only been exposed to this cheat book for only a dozen years. How is it possible... This is impossible ..."

"So what if all the martial arts secrets in the world are placed in front of you?" Chen Daozhen lowered his face, "You are just exploring the surrounding area, and it is difficult to see inside. You should stay here and continue to practice."

Chen Muhua took a few deep breaths, and his feet went limp and he fell to the ground. He looked at the young man's back, and his body trembled violently.

His only child, the unsmiling child, had already broken free from his shackles without his noticing, and what followed was the haze that could cover him together.