Biography of Xi Shan

Zhao Peiran led Jing Ji along the way, walked through the garden to the depths of the yard, the drunkard head followed leisurely, and looked at Jing Ji from time to time.

Jing Ji came here for the first time, thinking that this is the place where Chen Daozhen grew up, he couldn't help being a little excited, but he was unavoidably uncomfortable in a new place, his mind turned in several places, but his face was serious.

Zhao Peiran saw that his clothes were round and bulging, but his expression was tense, so he couldn't help but laughed, and said with a smile: "Why are you wearing so many clothes, are you afraid of the cold?"

Zhao Peiran felt guilty. Now that Jing Ji and Chen Daozhen came back safely, he calmed down and went to see the boy again, but he fell in love with him from the bottom of his heart.

Jing Ji glanced at his padded jacket, nodded seriously, and said, "It looks good."

Zhao Peiran looked at him in surprise.

The drunkard head laughed, stepped forward quickly and hugged Jing Ji's shoulders, and said with a smile: "My brother Jing is honest, I think the clothes are really good-looking, those fancy clothes are nothing, little girls only care about them. "

Jing Ji chuckled twice, feeling a little more relaxed, then puffed up his cheeks, and looked around curiously.

Zhao Peiran didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and motioned: "The courtyard where the senior brother lives is in front, I'll take you there."

The three of them walked to the gate of the courtyard, and saw a graceful girl coming out of it.

She was about 20 years old, wearing a light blue long dress, her hair was pulled up in a beautiful bun, she was holding a food box in her hand, and she walked towards several people gracefully.

The girl looked at Zhao Peiran with a smile neither humble nor overbearing: "I've seen Young Master Pei Ran, why did you come to the Young Master's yard today?"

Zhao Peiran said: "Senior brother came back today, this is Jing Ji, he is a distinguished guest of senior brother, I will show him around."

The girl looked at Jing Ji with a gentle and kind smile.

Jing Ji pursed his lips and smiled, then turned his head away in embarrassment.

Zhao Peiran said to Jing Ji again: "Her name is Ye Qiao, and she takes care of senior brother's daily life on weekdays. You can tell her whatever you want."

Ye Qiaoliu's eyebrows furrowed indistinctly. Hearing these words made her feel unhappy. She was different from other common girls. Although she served Chen Daozhen in her daily life since she was a child, she did not lose her moves in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and martial arts. No one can control her except Chen Daozhen.

This "guest" named Jingji, although handsome and cute, doesn't look like a hero in terms of clothing, let alone a son of a rich family.

Zhao Peiran has a certain status in the Wuji Sect. Ye Qiao may not dare to refute what he said, but it doesn't mean that Ye Qiao really values ​​this distinguished guest.

Ye Qiao raised a generous smile and said with a smile: "Then I'll find a room and arrange for Mr. Jing to stay."

Jing Ji blushed and said, "You can call me Xiao Jing, I'm not a son."

Ye Qiao hooked his lips with a fake smile.

Zhao Peiran stopped her and said: "No need, he lives in the senior brother's yard, you go about your business, I will take him to have a look."

Ye Qiao frowned, suppressed his smile, and said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid...it's inappropriate."

Zhao Peiran waved his hand and said: "There is nothing inappropriate, come, Xiaojing, I will take you to have a look."

The drunkard hung his head high with a face of nothing to do with himself.

Jing Ji cautiously followed Zhao Peiran inside.

Ye Qiao couldn't let go, thought for a moment and followed the three of them in.

Zhao Peiran said as he walked, "There should be a few vacant rooms, see which one you like."

Chen Daozhen's yard was very tidy and clean, without any fancy decorations, only a few big trees were planted in the yard, and there was not even a stone table in the middle.

Jing Ji relaxed, and said happily, "Brother Chen must like to practice swords here on weekdays."

"Yes, senior brother is very self-disciplined in the morning and evening." Zhao Peiran said, "Except for the fixed time to practice swords with senior brother, he stays in his yard the rest of the time."

Jing Ji suddenly ran towards a big tree, and stretched out his hand to touch the trunk.

The drunkard head chuckled: "Brother Jing, what are you doing?"

Jing Ji murmured: "Let me see if Brother Chen has carved words on the tree."

Zhao Peiran looked at him with a smile on his face, really childish.

The drunkard rolled his eyes and said, "You think my little master is as naive as you?"

Jing Ji pursed his lips unconvinced, and said, "Brother Chen used to be a child, and he would be bored practicing sword all day long."

The drunkard became interested and asked, "Then did you find it?"

Jing Ji inspected it carefully, and saw a few notches at a slightly lower place. He leaned forward and squinted his eyes for a long time, and his name was engraved indistinctly...

Jing Ji's heart was sour, but he felt very sweet, and his face turned red all of a sudden.

The drunkard asked persistently, "Is there any?"

Jing Ji blushed and shook his head: "No."

The drunkard shrugged his fat shoulders and muttered, "It's expected."

Zhao Peiran laughed: "Okay, Xiaojing, let's go and see the room."

Jing Ji turned to look at him, and asked, "Which room does Senior Brother Chen live in?"

"The room facing south, here, right there." Zhao Peiran straightened his front.

Jing Ji cheered, and ran over bouncingly.

Ye Qiao was about to stop him, but saw the boy quickly disappear from her sight.

She stepped forward quickly and followed.

Jing Ji pushed the door open and walked in. The room was large but empty, and it was cleaned spotlessly after staying there for a long time.

The young man jumped onto the bed cheerfully, hugged the pillow happily and rolled over, he sniffed hard, and seemed to be able to smell Chen Daozhen's body.

Zhao Peiran, Ye Qiao and others followed.

Zhao Peiran laughed dumbfounded when he saw this, "Xiaojing, why are you so happy?"

Ye Qiao frowned, the smile on his face was almost unbearable.

Jing Ji quickly jumped out of bed, pursed her lips and stood beside the bed with a smirk.

The drunkard head said: "Okay, okay, if you want to live here, you can live here, let's go too, I still have a lot of things to do, when I am free tomorrow, you can tell me about this experience .”

Zhao Peiran said: "Then Xiaojing, you have a good rest, we will talk later."

After seeing off the two, only Jing Ji and Ye Qiao were left in the room.

Jing Ji scratched his head and said, "Sister Xiaoqiao, go and get busy if you have something to do, I'll just stay alone."

Ye Qiao put away his smile, got up and walked to the bed, and folded the quilt.

"Let me do it." Jing Ji stepped forward embarrassedly, but saw Ye Qiao neatly folded the quilt and picked it up.

Ye Qiao stood in front of him, smiled coldly and said, "The quilt is dirty, I'll wash it."

"It's not dirty." Jing Ji said, "It's so cold, let's wash it after a few days when it warms up."

Ye Qiao avoided answering, laughed contemptuously, and said, "If the quilt is dirty, it should be washed, and if the clothes are dirty, don't rub other people's places."

Jing Ji said in surprise: "My clothes are not dirty." He patted the padded jacket on his body. It was obviously clean clothes that he just put on today. The clothes were made by witches himself. He liked them very much, and it was natural to wear them Be very careful.

Ye Qiao smiled noncommittally, and left Shi Shiran.

Jing Ji touched his head in doubt, and could only lament that the girl's house is indeed different from theirs, and she loves cleanliness.

He waited for a long time for Chen Daozhen not to come, his stomach growled with hunger, and he left the room after thinking about it for a while.

Jing Ji turned around, and he actually found the kitchen.

Every year at this time, some disciples whose parents are still alive go home to visit their parents, and the rest get together to have a good meal and spend a good year together.

This year, Chen Shaofu was still unable to retreat, Chen Muhua was imprisoned, Chen Daozhen's whereabouts were unknown, the entire Wuji Sect was depressed, and there was no New Year's atmosphere at all.

Chen Daozhen just happened to come back today, and the atmosphere of the Wuji Sect became active, and the kitchen was ordered to add more food in the evening, and it was another busy day in the afternoon.

Jing Ji hid behind the door, all kinds of scents rushed into his nose.

"Hey, who are you? Do you want to steal something?" A woman with a big arm and a round waist walked in front of him with her hips akimbo, grabbed Jing Ji's clothes and walked out.

There are many disciples of the Wuji Sect, and in the past, many disciples came to steal food, but if they bumped into her, there would be no good fruit to eat.

She was carrying Jing Ji's clothes like a chicken, with a vicious expression on her face, trying to scare the guy who stole the food.

Jing Ji struggled with a smile on his face, and flattered him and said, "Ma'am, I, I just took a look, I didn't steal it."

The cook took care of him, and cursed at the top of her voice.

Jing Ji was too embarrassed, just as the drunk head was coming in this direction, Jing Ji quickly shouted: "Brother Jiu, I'm here."

The drunkard's head trembled, isn't this Brother Jing?He giggled, stepped forward and said, "Hey, what is this for? Stealing food?"

Jing Ji blushed.

The cook hurriedly let go of Jingji, and said with a shy smile, "Is this your man?"

"This is my younger brother." The drunkard said, "Sister Sun, if you can give him something to eat, I think he may be very hungry."

Jiu Guitou is Chen Daozhen's only apprentice, and he still has some status in the Wuji Sect. When he said this, the cook quickly went into the kitchen to pack some food.

Jing Ji took the oiled paper bag, which contained a large piece of stewed beef and two pastries.The scent was so enticing that his saliva was almost drooling.

Jing Ji thanked her several times, and repeatedly praised the cook for her skill.

The cook's face turned from gloomy to sunny, he liked Jingji so much now, isn't this just a gluttonous little baby?Look at this little face with a fair and tender face, he looks like a good boy, can he be the same as those disciples who steal food and avoid laziness all day long?

The cook's heart changed immediately, she patted her chest and said: "If you think it's delicious, just come and eat, I can't say anything else here, I have the final say in the kitchen."

Jing Ji thanked him with a smile, his eyes were so happy that he couldn't see it.

The drunkard laughed loudly, and happily led him to find a place to sit down and eat.

"If you're hungry, just go to Yeqiao. We Wuji Sect can still starve you?"

Jing Ji nodded hurriedly.

The two chatted for a while, and the alcoholic head basically understood what happened to them, and sighed repeatedly.

The drunkard said: "That little brat Lin Zixiao looks stupid, but I didn't expect him to be very loyal."

"Of course, our brothers and sisters grew up together, and our relationship is naturally extraordinary."

The drunkard drooled, and said: "Now that Lin Zixiao has gone back, and you have written a letter to report that you are safe, why don't you just stay here for a few more days, so as to forgive my little master."

Jing Ji paused for a moment while biting the pancake, then slowly shook his head.

He licked away the debris from the corner of his lips, and said lightly: "I went back so that one day I could be with Senior Brother Chen forever, and I don't want to be separated from him, but I must also abide by the rules of the Xishan School."

"How many years will it take for you to go away?" The drunkard sighed, "I have to bear the black face of my little master again."

Jing Ji pursed his lips and muttered, "Look at me..."

The drunkard rolled forward and backward with a smile.