Biography of Xi Shan

The drunkard was pacing back and forth in the lobby, while the waiter was leaning in the corner, drowsy.

It was raining lightly outside, and the drunkard head was thinking whether to go out to look for it, when he saw Chen Daozhen came back with Jingji, and when he came back, he took the kid's face and carefully wiped it clean for him.

The drunkard rolled his eyes, strode forward and said, "Master, you are back."

Chen Daozhen wiped off the water droplets on Jingji's nose with his fingertips, and asked lightly, "Where is Pei Ranren?"

"Uh..." The drunkard faltered, "I'm back, but...he was injured a little bit." Seeing Chen Daozhen glanced over, he quickly said: "It's not serious, it's not serious." serious."

The three of them went up to the second floor together, seeing that the door was open, Jing Ji walked in first.

Zhao Peiran's face was pale and blood was bleeding from his lips, and he looked very weak. Seeing him coming in, his eyes widened in surprise, and he restrained his emotions for a moment, showing a gentle smile: "Xiaojing, you are back."

"Senior Brother Pei Ran, why are you injured? Who hurt you?" Jing Ji took two steps, and saw that Zhao Peiran's coat was half leaking, and blood-stained gauze was still tied around his waist.

Zhao Peiran's martial arts are not low, and he must be a master if he can hurt him like this.

"A friend, it doesn't matter if it's just a small injury." Zhao Peiran didn't want to say any more, but seeing that his face was relaxed and even smiling, and he didn't look like a sea of ​​hatred, Jing Ji felt relieved, and then felt No, what friend can strike so hard.

However, Zhao Peiran didn't seem to intend to explain clearly, and since Chen Daozhen didn't open his mouth, Jing Ji naturally wouldn't get to the bottom of it.

Chen Daozhen looked at it for a moment and asked, "How is the investigation going?"

Zhao Peiran fastened his belt and covered the wound, Fang said: "The Nine Heavens Sword in Xuanyin Pavilion is a fake, Ye Wanwu has been in close contact with Lu Zhanbai recently, this time I invited everyone in the world in the name of the Nine Heavens Sword, I'm afraid he wants to use Lu Zhanbai's hand to turn against Zhao Chengyu."

The drunkard slapped the table with his head and shouted: "So the sword is fake, I said that Xuanyin Pavilion is not a good bird, if it is a real sword, Ye Wanwu's brain is stuffed with paste, so he can use such a good sword." The sword is handed over."

Chen Daozhen said: "Not necessarily, I think Ye Wanwu will not be so stupid as to offend martial arts masters from various sects in the rivers and lakes. I'm afraid even he himself doesn't know that the sword is fake."

"However, why did Pavilion Master Ye turn against Butler Zhao? They weren't..." Jing Ji looked at Chen Daozhen in a daze.

Zhao Peiran smiled wryly and said, "Xiao Jing, not everyone values ​​feelings very much, and these feelings are even less worth mentioning in front of the ancestor's family business."

Jing Ji felt uncomfortable when he heard it, but he had no way to refute it, so he could only nod his head and said, "Perhaps Pavilion Master Ye has some unspeakable secrets."

Chen Daozhen stared at his face and smiled helplessly.

Seeing the embarrassment in the atmosphere, Jing Ji hurriedly said, "How do you know that this sword is fake?"

Chen Daozhen turned over the teacup, poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, and said slowly: "I told you before, my grandfather has been looking for an ancient sword that shakes the world and weeps ghosts and gods, and what he has been looking for is this Nine Sacrifice Sword. The Tianming Sword, commonly known as the Nine Heavens Sword, was the ancestor of the Chu family who possessed this sword last."

Jing Ji's eyes widened suddenly, and he remembered the words that his grandfather and mother had said in unison: Nine days travel, gods and ghosts are unpredictable, the south is broken, and snow turns into spirit.

In this way, it makes sense. What Jiutianxing is talking about is the Jiutian Sword. Unpredictable should mean that this sword is infinitely powerful, but what does it mean to break the snow into a spirit in the south?

Is the south the location of the sword?

Jing Ji had a headache thinking about it, he never even mentioned this sentence to Chen Daozhen, it was not because he was on guard against him, it was just that his grandfather told him not to tell others, and he still wanted to keep his promise unless it was absolutely necessary.

Chen Daozhen saw that he was listless, touched his forehead, and said: "As far as I know, the real Nine Heavens Sword is in Dayao Temple now, after that you and I will go to Dayao Temple in disguise, Pei Ran, you stay here to recuperate , as for the drunkard..."

"Master, tell me." The drunkard immediately approached with a shy face.

Chen Daozhen said: "In order to prevent people from being suspicious, let's split up. You can find a way to go to Dayao Temple by yourself."

Jing Ji answered, "Brother Jiu, you can pretend to be a passing monk."

"Hey, I've told you everything, I can't object?" The drunkard pouted his head and sat aside in feigned anger.

Jing Ji chuckled, "Brother Jiu, don't be angry, I can pretend to be Brother Chen's little follower, what do you think?"

"Aren't you just a little follower now?" The drunkard laughed loudly.

Chen Daozhen frowned slightly: "Say less."

The drunkard head muttered: "I'll just flirt with him, as for such a treasure, I can get it in my mouth..."

Chen Daozhen pursed his lips and sighed, and then said: "Go back to your room first, Pei Ran and I have something to say."

The drunk head stood up lazily: "Xiao Jing, I think we should go chat and talk about it. Is the pork knuckle delicious tonight?"

"It's delicious." The two walked out while chatting.

Zhao Peiran looked at the two with a smile, the wound on his waist was aching, and cold sweat was already oozing from his back. After the two disappeared from sight, Zhao Peiran was relieved and leaned weakly on the table, slowly Slowly remove the gauze from the wound.

Chen Daozhen stretched out his palm to gently stick to his wound, and injected his true energy into his body. The bleeding wound gradually scabbed, and his weak body felt a bit relieved.

It took half a cup of tea before Zhao Peiran regained his strength, and smiled with difficulty, "Thank you, senior brother."

Chen Daozhen frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Who hurt you?"

Zhao Peiran was silent for a moment, then Fang said, "It's Duan Hongxue."

Chen Daozhen was startled, and calmed down and said: "Don't let Jing'er know about this in advance, he is indecisive, and he has always felt guilty about Duan Hongxue. I am afraid that we will be in a dilemma again when we meet again. I have already made him difficult once. , I don’t want to have a second time.”

Zhao Peiran said: "I know how to do it."

"I didn't expect Duan Hongxue to come too." Chen Daozhen sneered, "He's not dead yet. I'm sure to win the Nine Heavens Sword. If you spread the news, you must lead everyone to Xuanyin Pavilion."

"Yes."

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Ye Wanwu propped his head and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was a little drowsy, and the sandalwood rose up, making his face look hazy and ethereal.

The blanket on his legs gradually slid down, but his unconscious legs didn't feel cold at all.

A maid pushed the door open, and the creaking sound of the door frame woke up Ye Wanwu. He frowned slightly and looked at the maid with depressed eyes.

The maid put the medicine in her hand on the table and said, "Pavilion Master, it's time to take the medicine."

Ye Wanwu pinched the center of her eyebrows wearily, and said coldly: "I don't want to eat, take it away."

"This is ordered by Chief Manager Zhao, please let the pavilion master eat it." The maid said neither humble nor overbearing, her figure was graceful and plump, like a willow, she stood with her head slightly raised, showing a little arrogance.

Ye Wanwu paused. He raised his eyelids and glanced at her slowly. Seeing the cold eyes of the maid, he couldn't help but sneered and said, "I'll let you take it away."

The maid was unmoved, Liu Mei frowned slightly inadvertently, looking at Ye Wanwu with a trace of dissatisfaction.

Ye Wanwu laughed at himself. He slowly picked up the bowl of soup with his left hand, lifted it to mid-air, and turned the bowl violently, letting the soup pour down, wet the maid's skirt and his shoe.

"Pavilion Master! If you pour this medicine, I will cook another bowl. If you pour this medicine again, I will fry it again. You need to drink it on both sides. There is no need to toss about it like this." The maid said coldly, "Besides your body You know that it is actually for your own good that Director Zhao asked his servants to urge you to take medicine."

Ye Wanwu wiped her hands with a handkerchief, and said calmly: "Of course you don't need to bother, you don't have to serve me in the future, get out."

The maid glared at him angrily, turned around and left with a sneer for a long while.

Ye Wanwu knew it well, and Zhao Chengyu would come to Xingshi to question him in a short while.

He pursed his lips, and swept all the penholders, inkstones and other things on the table to the ground.

Zhao Chengyu came in a hurry, seeing the mess in the room, he couldn't help but coldly said: "Why don't you take medicine, and still have such a big temper?"

Ye Wanwu glanced at him faintly, the corners of her eyes were red, but she stubbornly pursed her lips, her eyes were sad and disappointed.

Zhao Chengyu's heart softened, he squatted down in front of him, and pulled up the blanket on his lap. Fang smiled and touched his face, and said softly: "What's the matter? You know your body, if you don't Be careful, you will have a better time this winter."

Although Zhao Chengyu was angry just now, but in the end it was because he was angry that he refused to take the medicine, but it had nothing to do with his losing his temper.

Ye Wanwu pursed her lips, and after a while she lowered her head and said: "That maid is very fierce, I lose my appetite when I see her, and I don't want her to serve in the future."

Zhao Chengyu laughed: "How old are you, and you are still fussing about with a girl. If you really don't like her, I'll send her to the kitchen immediately, and find someone smarter to serve you."

Ye Wanwu nodded and said: "Let Shuang'er serve me. Although she is a bit clumsy, she is better than obedient."

"Shuang'er? Which Shuang'er?" Zhao Chengyu thought for a while, he was really worried about a stranger coming to serve him, so he immediately called the girl in.

The girl named Shuang'er was very unfamiliar, she held the corner of her clothes timidly when she saw the two of them.

Zhao Chengyu was really dissatisfied, and his eyes gradually became impatient.

Ye Wanwu sighed quietly: "Oh, I can't even be a maid who brings tea and water."

Zhao Chengyu glanced at him, and said with a cold face: "If you like her, just stay. Why say these words to anger me, you don't know how I treat you?"

Ye Wanwu looked at him meaningfully and said, "Of course I know." He smiled slightly, his cheeks flushed.

With a thought, Zhao Chengyu leaned over and kissed him on the lips, and said in a low voice, "Recently, I've been busy and neglected you. If someone makes you angry, you can kill them anyway, why bother to get angry and ruin yourself?"

Ye Wanwu raised the corners of her lips, and said slowly: "Understood, the Nine Heavens Sword will appear in the world in a few days, and after the Sword Appreciation Conference, everything should be over."

Zhao Chengyu's face was slightly gloomy, he waved his hand to let the maid back, and then said in a deep voice: "Why is it necessary to hold a sword appreciation meeting grandiosely when the Nine Heavens Sword is in this world, you have always liked to be quiet, and these people will definitely trouble you when they come."

Ye Wanwu chuckled and said, "Nine Heavens Sword is not our Xuanyin Pavilion's property. Back then, the owner of the sword just sealed it here. Now that Nine Heavens Sword is in this world, it is natural to return it to someone who is destined."

Zhao Chengyu was silent.

Ye Wanwu said again: "Besides, the Nine Heavens Sword is a fierce sword. If he cannot be subdued in this world, blood will flow into rivers and people will be burned. Xuanyin Pavilion will be the first to suffer."

"Don't worry, with me here, I will definitely subdue the Nine Heavens Sword, and I will definitely not harm you and Xuanyin Pavilion." Zhao Chengyu said coldly, "You should rest well, and I will have someone cook the medicine and bring it to you. "

Zhao Chengyu turned his back and left, walked to the door and saw the maid named Shuang'er waiting aside, lowered his voice and said coldly: "From now on, the pavilion master will tell me exactly what he ate, said, and did. Confession."

"Yes, Chief Manager." Shuang'er replied with a low eyebrow.

Zhao Chengyu sighed again: "Go and re-boil the bowl and bring the medicine."

Seeing the maidservant leaving in a hurry, Zhao Chengyu left displeased.