Biography of Xi Shan

Su Lingling was released a few days ago, and it was rare that she didn't lose her temper with Jingji, and her complexion improved after a few days of recovery.

Jingji thought that Lingling had really grown up, and the big stone in his heart fell to the ground, and his mood improved a lot.

Jiuguitou and Zhao Peiran have been at odds for the past few days, and he pulls Jing Ji to speak ill of him all day long, Jing Ji is in a daze, but he has not figured out what happened to Jiuguitou and Zhao Peiran.

On this day, the drunk head held onto Jing Ji again, cursing and saying, "That Zhao Peiran is smiling all day long, but in fact he has a bad stomach, Master still trusts him so much, now even Zhao Peiran won't let me go!" In the eyes."

Jing Ji scratched his nose and whispered, "According to his seniority, he is still your little uncle."

The drunkard head rolled his eyes and scolded: "What do you mean? Brother Jing, according to what you say, you are also my drunkard head's uncle. How dare I be a fucking junior everywhere?"

Jing Ji hurriedly said: "No, you are my brother Jiu."

"That's about the same." The drunkard waved his hand, "My lord doesn't remember the faults of villains, so I don't care about it with Zhao Peiran, but the little master actually said that I am not stable. Tell me, how can I be so unstable? ?”

Jing Ji followed his words and said: "Brother Jiu, you are a person who does great things, so don't worry about them, they eat less salt than you, how can they keep up with your knowledge?"

"Hey, I said what did you have for lunch, did you smear your mouth with honey?" The drunkard laughed loudly when he teased him, "Well, you can save all these things and tell my master, he will definitely like to listen. "

Jing Ji smiled and asked, "Then what's the matter with you and Brother Zhao? You've been angry for several days."

The drunkard suddenly closed his mouth, he waved his hands and said indifferently: "It's nothing serious, just, just my master always praises him, I don't like it anymore."

Jing Ji blinked: "Is that so?"

"That's it." The drunkard frowned, "Forget it, I won't tell you anymore, I'm so hungry, I went to the kitchen to ask for something to eat, you can sit a little longer, the sun is good today, you can take some time .”

Jing Ji raised his head to look at him, and touched his head in doubt, there is no sun.

He turned around and the alcoholic ghost had already walked away, Jing Ji got up and followed towards the kitchen, saying to himself, "I'm hungry too, Brother Jiu left so fast."

When Jing Ji arrived in the kitchen, there was no sign of the drunkard head. The cook was so happy to see him coming, she quickly took out the freshly steamed big meat buns and stuffed them to him.

Jing Ji has a sweet mouth and good looks, the cook likes it so much, she cooks delicious food for him in different ways every day.

Holding the meat buns, Jing Ji happily praised the cook for her skill, and praised the cook to the sky.

He ate buns and wandered aimlessly all the way, only to find himself standing in an abandoned yard when he came back to his senses.

The yard was very depressed, with overgrown weeds everywhere, and the door of the room creaked when the wind blew it.

Jing Ji was about to leave when he saw a person crawling out of a well in the middle of the yard. He took a closer look and found that he was a drunkard.

Jing Ji frowned suspiciously. Didn't Brother Jiu say he was going to the kitchen? Why did he come here? What was he doing down the well?

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the head of the alcoholic looking around, and then hurriedly left through another arch.

Jing Ji walked towards the well with half a meat bun, he bent down to look, the well was pitch black, and there was a long ladder leading directly to the bottom of the well.

Jing Ji stuffed the rest of the buns into his mouth in two or three mouthfuls, and climbed down the ladder with puffed cheeks.

It got darker as it went down, and the sound of dripping water came from the bottom of the well. Jing Ji's ears moved, and he jumped and landed firmly on the bottom of the well.

His shoes were soaked in water, but it didn't seem to be well water, but snow water from the melted snow a few days ago.

With the light from the well mouth, Jing Ji could barely see that there was an iron gate at the bottom of the well.

There is a big lock hanging on the door. The heavy big lock is rusty, but it locks the door tightly.

Jing Ji listened curiously, and a familiar voice sounded from the door. The voice was hoarse, as if full of endless pain, "Chen Daozhen, you have the ability to kill me, Chen Daozhen!"

Jing Ji stood up straight in fright, the voice was indistinct but familiar.

Jing Ji has always been more sensitive to voices than others. He couldn't tell who it was at the moment, but he felt very familiar.

The voice inside appeared intermittently, until finally the voice sank and gradually disappeared into the sound of water drops.

Jing Ji reached out to touch the lock, only to hear a click, the lock opened by itself, and the iron door creaked to reveal a crack.

If the drunkard knew that he hadn't locked the lock properly when he left, he might regret it to death.

Jing Ji made several turns in his mind, and rationally told him that he should leave, but he was a little curious, especially after the voice sounded a little familiar, and the recent drunken ghosts were very sneaky, which made Jing Ji even more confused. Ji is suspicious.

After thinking for a while, Jing Ji slowly opened the door.

It was a damp and dark cell, with a small stump of candle placed on the protruding part of the wall, and the situation inside could be seen clearly through the faint light.

There was some dirty water on the ground, a few mice crawled quickly from the corner, and some instruments of torture were randomly piled up on the ground around them.

In the innermost part of the cell, a person was locked with an iron lock. The person raised his head quickly when he heard the movement, and asked, "Who is it?"

Jing Ji approached him slowly, only to find that this man only had one leg!He was tightly chained to the wall, and there was a pool of red blood under his body, and the stench of blood could not go away.

Jing Ji's throat rolled, resisting the fear of running away, and took a step forward, he desperately wanted to know who this person was.

When he got closer, he was so frightened that he took a few steps back, barely able to stabilize his precarious body.

This person didn't have only one leg left, but the skin and flesh of his left leg had been cut off, leaving only a few bloody bones hanging feebly on the ground.

"It's you?" The man saw Jing Ji's face clearly, and suddenly he laughed ho ho ho ho, the gloomy voice echoed in the cell, and a terrifying shadow followed, covering the young man's heart.

The man said gloomyly: "You are so lucky that you survived. It seems that you have been to the Land of No Desire."

Jing Ji frowned and said, "Are you a ghost?"

Aoki laughed sinisterly, "No, my name is Aoki."

Jing Ji whispered with his lips, "Aren't you a ghost?"

"Am I, you can ask Chen Daozhen and you will know." Aoki said intentionally.

Jing Ji frowned more and more, and his heart dropped a little bit. He asked, "Why are you here?"

Aoki raised his head with difficulty, faced Jing Ji with a bloody face, and asked: "After I tell you, please kill me, I really can't stand this kind of suffering."

Jing Ji took two steps back with sore eyes, and said tremblingly, "I'll bring Senior Brother Chen here, as long as you are willing to correct your evil ways, he will save you."

Aoki seemed to have heard a big joke, and laughed wildly, "Chen Daozhen save me? Hahaha, you are such a fool, I was arrested by Chen Daozhen."

Jing Ji bit his lip and shook his head. If Brother Chen really arrested him, he would definitely hand it over to the Wulin League, and he would never imprison him privately.

Aoki sneered and said: "Chen Daozhen was originally a Guizun, he wanted to catch me, he only needed to set up a trick to easily let me fall into the trap, I am afraid that even now the sage does not know that Chen Daozhen is a double-faced knife s things."

"You are not allowed to say that about me, Senior Brother Chen!" Jing Ji glared at him fiercely, his brain was overwhelmed by complicated emotions for a moment, but he still subconsciously defended Chen Daozhen immediately.

"Why can't I talk about him, if he is a gentleman, he should have killed me with a knife, instead of locking me here, peeling and cutting me every day, but hanging my life with good medicinal materials." Aoki's The head hangs weakly, as if it is about to fall, it looks very scary.

"You're talking nonsense." Jing Ji gritted his teeth, and his voice seemed to come out from between his teeth, "Senior Brother Chen is so benevolent and righteous, he is definitely not the hypocrite you say, and he will definitely not associate with Ghost Shadow Sect!"

"He and Gui Zun have been working together for many years. Let alone the bloodbath of the Chu Family Village and the hijacking of the Martial Arts League, which one is not his work?" Aoki sneered. ", he has gone crazy."

"Shut up! You're talking nonsense! You want to frame him, and I won't fall for you." Jing Ji's voice choked up, and teardrops hung on his eyelashes.

Aoki was already numb from the pain, his body seemed to be hollowed out, but his head became flexible in an instant, and he suddenly widened his eyes: "It's you!"

Jing Ji took two steps back and looked at him suspiciously.

Aoki muttered to himself and said: "Those who practice the "Superiful Star Manual" will die in the end, unless they find the descendants of the Shen family who have disappeared for a long time. He must have discovered this secret too, no wonder he took you away from the Chu Family Manor, and then took an adventure to the Land of No Desire for you, so it turns out that you are the person Gui Zun is looking for."

Jing Ji opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Aoki raised his head, and laughed with the last bit of strength: "You are the son of Shen Ao, the last blood of the Shen family that Gui Zun is looking for!"

Jing Ji calmed down in an instant, he shook his head and said, "I am not a descendant of the Shen family, and Senior Brother Chen saved me for this reason, you are wrong."

"Whether you believe it or not, but you remember my appearance, this is your future fate. In order to survive, Chen Daozhen will definitely deal with you by any means." Aoki said, "I have said everything that should be said, I just Please kill me and give me a good time."

Jing Ji didn't realize that his face was full of tears, he numbly picked up the cutting knife in the corner, and ruthlessly plunged into Aoki's chest, ending his painful life.

He let go of the knife, his body twitched involuntarily, every step was like walking on a bayonet, it was difficult and painful.

Jing Ji crawled out from the bottom of the well, and sat at the mouth of the well in a daze.

I am not a descendant of the Shen family, and Chen Daozhen did not plan on himself. Aoki is a member of the Ghost Shadow Sect, so what he said is unbelievable...Master said my surname was Jing, and the elder brother told me that Chen Daozhen was not a good person, but Dao Brothers also make mistakes, Chen Daozhen saved himself again and again, maybe Chen Daozhen himself will die soon.

"Jing Ji." A hazy voice sounded, ethereal and unreal.

"Jing Ji, Xiao Jing?" Someone seemed to push his shoulder, and the ethereal voice gradually became real.

Jingji suddenly remembered that when he was a child, Senior Brother Chen fought Wushou to protect him, and finally escaped from Wushou's hands.The ancestor said, Senior Brother Chen is a sinister person, and he has no malice since he has no life, but he preemptively wants to put him to death.

But Jing Ji knew that Chen Daozhen was just trying to protect himself, that's all.

Jing Ji covered his face in pain, tears fell from his fingers.

"Xiaojing!" As the voice sounded, a hand patted his back forcefully.

Jing Ji was beaten and fell forward, and the man quickly supported him again.

Gradually regaining consciousness, Jing Ji shook his head, looked at the person who came by in a daze, and murmured: "Hongsang..."

Hong Sang frowned, the boy in front of him was a horrible sight, his face and hands were covered with blood and tears, his clothes were full of dirty sewage, his expression was dull, and his eyes were dull.

It looked downright pathetic.

With a stabbing sound, Hong Sang tore off a piece of cloth from the hem, and rudely wiped the blood on Jing Ji's face.

Jing Ji wrinkled his nose aggrievedly, tears were still hanging on his eyelashes.

"Hongsang, why are you here?"

Hongsang suddenly remembered something, he threw the rag, knelt down on the ground without hesitation, and quickly said: "The leader is seriously injured, and now only Brother Jing can save his life. The leader is now three miles away from the suburbs. I tell you, the time has come to fulfill my promise."

"Master, Brother Duan?" Jing Ji frowned slightly. Duan Hongxue is the leader of the Zishan Sect. The Zishan Sect has been chasing after the descendants of the Shen family for decades. Now Duan Hongxue is asking for himself. are related.

The Devil's Cult is now the only place where he can find out the truth for himself.

Jing Ji stood up and stared blankly at the direction of Chen Daozhen's study for a moment, then lowered his eyes, turned around and said to Hong Sang, "I'll go with you."

Brother Chen, I will come back to see you after I find out the truth...