Biography of Xi Shan

Duan Hongxue leaned on the Grand Master's chair, his face was as pale as paper, and the surrounding atmosphere was as dead and silent as the winter snow.

The old man in the brown robe sighed dully, and carefully opened Duan Hongxue's sleeve, revealing the bloody skin inside.

"It looks a bit more cautious, but it's not serious. Let me apply some ointment to you, and you'll be fine in a few days." The old man sighed. Although he intended to comfort Duan Hongxue, he knew that the disease would flare up. The pain at that time cannot suppress the riots in the body with reason alone.

The old man brought a medicine box and was about to apply medicine for Duan Hong's blood. A congregation member ran in and knelt down to pay respects and said, "Tell the sect master that the guardian Hongsang has brought someone back."

Duan Hongxue's eyes lit up suddenly, Hongsang's speed is so fast, it can be seen that he didn't put in a lot of effort, Xiaojing really didn't deceive him, he really kept his promise and came to see him.

Duan Hongxue waved his hand, indicating that Gao Lushi did not need to take medicine.

Gao Lushi frowned, looking at the door quietly.

Hong Sang dragged Jing Ji all the way in, and said respectfully, "Master, I brought him here."

Jing Ji looked at Duan Hongxue dully, with a complicated and sad expression, his lips mumbled and he couldn't say a word.

Duan Hongxue turned from joy to surprise, he stared at Hong Sang coldly, Hong Sang shook her body, and shook her head slightly.

Jing Ji's face was dirty, like a little beggar picked up from the road, and there was a pitiful aura all over his body.

"Where's the injury?" Duan Hongxue saw that his face was blurred with blood and tears, the blood stains were condensed on his cheeks, his hands were hanging down weakly, and the palms of his hands were also blackened, his whole person was indescribably miserable.

Jing Ji raised his head, his eyes were moist, he pursed his lips and shook his head, and called out softly, "Brother Duan."

Duan Hongxue pulled his wrist to make him sit down, ordered someone to bring water, and then asked while wiping his face, "Whose blood is this?"

Jing Ji was still in a daze, allowing him to wipe his face and hands, and it took him a long time to say two words softly, "Qingmu."

Duan Hongxue was stunned, and asked: "The one who hijacked the Wulin League last time and pretended to be a ghost?"

Jing Ji raised his head and stared at him, his eyes regained a gleam, and he asked, "You know this? Do you know anything else?"

"Other things?" Duan Hongxue raised the corners of his lips and asked, "What are you referring to?"

Jing Ji pursed his lips, thought for a while, and then said after making up his mind: "The demon cult leaders of all generations are looking for descendants of the Shen family. The person you are looking for is... Is it me?"

The young man stared deeply at Duan Hongxue, his eyes filled with countless complicated emotions, as if he wanted to see through Duan Hongxue the truth of countless hazy white mist.

Duan Hongxue's eyes flickered under his stare.

Jing Ji grabbed his arm, just in time for his injury.

Duan Hongxue frowned in pain, and Jing Ji suddenly asked, "Brother Duan, tell me."

Duan Hongxue broke away his hand, stood up and turned his back to him, it seemed that only in this way could he tell the past history one by one.

Duan Hongxue waved his hand to signal Gao Lushi and Hongsang to retreat, and they immediately exited the door and closed the door.

"You are indeed a descendant of the Shen family, but most of the rumors circulating on the rivers and lakes are false. Zishan Sect has a secret book that has been passed down for hundreds of years. This kind of martial arts uses the internal energy of others to make your own internal energy skyrocket, but this This kind of martial arts has a limitation, the practitioner's body cannot fuse internal forces from different sources, and these internal forces will impact your internal organs until you die suddenly."

Jing Ji suddenly opened his eyes wide, "Brother Duan, have you also practiced this cheat book?"

Duan Hongxue frowned, his lips were as pale as blood loss, he nodded slightly, and continued: "When the sequelae occur, if you can absorb the internal force of a martial arts expert, the turmoil in your body will be suppressed and relieved temporarily. But this is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst, and it will not help."

"If that's the case, why do you still need to practice such evil skills?" Jing Ji stood up anxiously, forgetting other troubles for a moment.

Duan Hongxue turned around and looked at him, as if recalling some unbearable memories, he said with a bitter smile: "Sometimes, I can't help myself, I am in a situation, and I have to follow the trend."

In this vast arena, the struggle for power will never end, everyone has their own desires, wealth, cheats, beauties, status...all people are blindfolded in the world of mortals, In order to achieve the goal, he will use any means to die without complaint.

"At that time, Zishan Sect had a group of loyal people. They voluntarily tried the medicine with their own bodies, hoping to find a way to save it." Duan Hongxue said, "Including your ancestors."

Jing Ji lowered his eyes, and felt a pain in his head, as if something was biting his body, that kind of pain seemed to be born with him, biting his body fiercely.

Duan Hongxue took a long breath: "At that time, 74 people tried the medicine, but only your ancestor survived. His body was transformed differently from ordinary people. His blood can calm the internal force of those riots. He succeeded in the end. It cured the leader at that time. However, I know all these from the records of the predecessors, so I don’t know the specific treatment method.”

Jing Ji sat down weakly, as if he was listening to someone else's story, but he vaguely understood in his heart that the matter would never be so simple, the Shen family had been fleeing incognito for more than a hundred years, there must be other reasons for this.

Duan Hongxue said: "Later, the situation changed. At that time, the leader of the sect became self-assured and committed massacres. Countless martial arts masters were killed by him. So your ancestors took the opportunity to escape and ran all the way to the middle of Sichuan. That's why the Shen family in Shuzhong said it later. And the leader at that time also exploded and died soon, ending years of killing."

Jing Ji was surprised and said, "Brother Duan, even if my blood can restrain the true energy in your body, it won't be done once and for all?"

Duan Hongxue looked at him in embarrassment and said: "I really don't know about this point. In the next 100 years, countless people in the sect have come into contact with this secret book, but all practitioners have no good end, without exception, They have never stopped pursuing the Shen family. This has also led to countless rumors about the descendants of the Shen family in the Jianghu."

Jing Ji pursed his lips, said nothing, and his heart sank a little bit. He felt that Duan Hongxue had no malice towards him, but Duan Hongxue didn't know much about these things, and the whole thing was full of countless doubts.

Duan Hongxue continued: "The day my grandfather Duan Wujue became the sect leader, he sealed up the secret book and did not allow anyone to practice it. It's just that when I was eight years old, I saw that by chance. This secret book, and practiced the first three moves. By the time my grandfather found out, it was too late. Over the years, I tried my best to control myself, but this secret book is like a poisonous snake, lurking in my body, subtle Invading my internal organs, until recently I have been completely unable to suppress it."

Jing Ji frowned and said with a sob in his throat, "So, Bai Wujue made a big fuss in Chu's village and took... my father away."

Duan Hongxue pursed his lips tightly, he raised his face and looked away coldly, his face was as cold as frost, but only he knew in his heart that once the bloody past was revealed, he and Xiaojing would never be together again. We can't be friends anymore.

"Where's my father?" Jing Ji's voice could not help but weeping, the portrait of Chu Chu in the secret room appeared in his mind, and the old and sad face of the witch emerged.

No wonder he felt that the witch was kind, and when he thought of the various actions that the witch had treated him, he suddenly realized.What about Aoki, what about Chen Daozhen, what about Duan Hongxue, these people and things were all left behind by him, and those plots of life experience could not overcome his feelings of missing his parents.

Now he desperately wants to see his father.

Jing Ji covered his face, tears fell like a bank, neighing in pain like a beast.

Duan Hongxue closed his eyes sadly, hugged Jing Ji, and patted him on the back gently.

Jing Ji looked at him sobbing, his voice was very hoarse intermittently, "Did you kill him?"

Duan Hongxue shook his head, he took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "My grandfather is not that kind of person, he is more upright than many honest gentlemen, in fact, since then, my grandfather and your father have been together disappeared."

Jing Ji froze on the spot, looking at him in disbelief.

Duan Hongxue frowned and nodded: "I didn't lie to you. When I went to Chu's house that day, I originally received a tip and wanted to find my grandfather's trace through some clues, but by chance, I found you."

"You recognized me immediately?"

"That's right, your blood has a fatal attraction to me." Duan Hongxue said, "As long as you stand in front of me, I can recognize you at a glance. Perhaps this is the reason why your ancestors cannot truly remain anonymous."

"Maybe my father is still alive." Jing Ji said, "Have you found any clues?"

Just as Duan Hongxue was about to speak, he heard a bang and the door was knocked open.

Jing Ji turned his head to look, and it was Zhao Peiran who was standing at the door, with a smile on his face, at this time Hong Sang was standing behind him, looking at him with swords drawn.

Duan Hongxue's expression was uneasy, his whole body was filled with hostility, a disdainful expression appeared on his cold and arrogant face, and a pair of peach blossom eyes were stained with a gloomy expression.

Zhao Peiran was still smiling, and said to Duan Hongxue with a smile on his face: "Last time in the Wulin League, I didn't have time to meet the leader Duan, so I came here specially today."

"I think you came here with me all the way!" Hong Sang said with a cold face, this Zhao Peiran is really a bad old fox.

Duan Hongxue raised his lips coldly, showing a casual expression, and said indifferently: "What are you, are you qualified to see the leader?"

Duan Hongxue used a lazy expression to cover up the sad aura just now, he slightly hooked his lips, his unusually beautiful peach blossom eyes slanted over, his evil aura was tainted with an indescribable amorous feelings.

Zhao Peiran was taken aback for a moment, but couldn't move his eyes away, his heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't maintain the flattering fake smile on his face.

Duan Hongxue's face suddenly turned cold, and he said coldly: "Get lost!"

Zhao Peiran came back to his senses suddenly, and said with a smile, "Of course I can go, but I want to take Xiaojing with me."

Jing Ji pursed her lips, looking at the two of them in a dilemma.

Zhao Peiran seemed to have seen some clues that Xiaojing had something to do with the Demon Cult. This must not be what his senior brother wanted to see.

In desperation, Zhao Peiran wanted to step forward and grab Jing Ji.

Jing Ji was taken aback, but before he recovered, he was pulled over by him.

Seeing this, Duan Hongxue couldn't help frowning.

Today is different from the past, Xiaojing is now a matter of life and death for him, Xiaojing has received a lot of stimulation today, and he was hesitant at first, if Zhao Peiran came to intervene at this time, I am afraid that Xiaojing will really be shaken. will leave with him.

After all, compared to the Devil's Cult, the Promise Sect is Xiaojing's home.

Duan Hongxue shot decisively and attacked Zhao Peiran.

Zhao Peiran turned around abruptly, and abruptly accepted Duan Hongxue's killing move.

The two fought together and fought all the way to the door.

Duan Hongxue hit his vital points everywhere, every move was a fatal move, if Zhao Peiran was a little careless, he would die.

Hong Sang was taken aback, he had fought Zhao Peiran once, he thought Zhao Peiran was on par with him, but looking at it now, he knew that Zhao Peiran was hiding his clumsiness at that time.

Jing Ji quickly followed, seeing this, he shouted: "Don't fight any more, stop!"

The two had never heard of it, and the fight became more and more fierce.

Duan Hongxue is actually good at using knives. His knives and boxing skills are famous all over the world. The purple-gold black knife is the best of the knives. In order to hide his identity, he uses the sword outside. Now he holds the purple-gold black knife. They were all murderous.

Zhao Peiran couldn't resist, his arm was cut open, and his light blue robe was stained black with crimson blood.

Zhao Peiran frowned slightly. He had no way to retreat now. When he was thinking about countermeasures, Jing Ji made a sudden move, and Chang Xiao pulled a sword flower in his hand.

Duan Hongxue was afraid of him, so he forcibly put away his offensive, and retreated a few steps abruptly, barely standing still three feet away.

Zhao Peiran's inner energy was rushing wildly, and he couldn't hold it any longer. He held his chest and forced a smile, and said, "Master Duan's martial arts are extraordinary, and I have really learned from you, but you don't have to hold on, Master Duan. If you and I are both hurt, With Xiaojing's skill, it's easy to leave here."

Duan Hongxue said coldly: "I'm defeated, put away your nonsense, Xiao Jing will never leave." Although he was imposing, his heart was actually a little wavering, and his gaze towards Jing Ji softened a little.

Zhao Peiran stared at Duan Hongxue, and saw that his expression had softened without a trace, he couldn't help feeling amused, and couldn't help showing a gentle smile again.

Jing Ji nodded and said, "Brother Duan, I won't leave for the time being. No matter what the situation is, I will definitely do what I promised you. We will talk about the future."

Duan Hongxue heaved a sigh of relief, and the expression on his face softened. Just as the atmosphere was easing, Duan Hongxue spat out a mouthful of blood.

Jing Ji looked at him in shock, and quickly ran towards Duan Hongxue.

Duan Hongxue's eyes were red, and he lost his mind like a wild beast. He looked at Jing Ji with extremely dangerous eyes, like a lion that has been hungry for a long time and captured a goat, just waiting to feast on it.

Jing Ji didn't realize it, he held Duan Hongxue's shoulder and asked, "Brother Duan, what's wrong with you?"

Duan Hongxue rushed towards him fiercely, grabbing his hand, his eyes were sometimes painful and sometimes sharp.

Jing Ji trembled in panic, but he didn't dare to provoke him, so he could only let him hold his wrist first.

Duan Hongxue's expression was very ferocious, the zhenqi in his body was rushing crazily, as if struggling to break out of his body, the pain almost tore his body apart.

He smelled the faint fragrance again, the elegant fragrance lured him closer like poison.

Duan Hongxue suddenly bit Jing Ji's wrist, Jing Ji yelled in pain and widened his eyes.

The flat teeth wanted to bite through his wrist forcefully, but they couldn't find it. In the end, he bit the boy's wrist until his flesh was bloody, and he barely tasted the sweet blood.

Jing Ji burst into tears of pain, he was crushed to the ground and could not move, the pain in his hand made him twitch, the pain was so extreme that he was almost numb.

Jing Ji closed his eyes in pain, but he didn't push Duan Hongxue away. He let Duan Hongxue eat his flesh and blood, hoping to make him feel better.

Suddenly, Duan Hongxue's body trembled and he fell down limply.

Zhao Peiran appeared behind him, and it was he who knocked Duan Hongxue unconscious with a single blow.

Zhao Peiran said with a half smile but not a smile: "Master Duan is crazy, Xiao Jing, are you also crazy?"

Jing Ji's eyes were blurred in pain, his head was stabbed and he passed out.

Zhao Peiran shook his head helplessly, stretched out his arms to hug him, and turned around to leave.

Suddenly, a large group of people came out, all dressed in black, with their swords drawn.

Zhao Peiran suppressed his smile, "It seems that I can't leave for the time being, that's all, let my brother go crazy for a while, I hope you can bear his anger."

Hong Sang helped Duan Hongxue up, and stared at Zhao Peiran warningly.