Biography of Xi Shan

It was already dark, and the mountain road was rough and slippery, which slowed down the speed of the three of them going down the mountain.

Chu Buhui didn't sleep all night, he was exhausted at the moment, his eyelids drooped and he couldn't lift his eyes, he wanted to rest for a while, but seeing Chen Daozhen walking steadily and unhurriedly like an iron man, he gritted his teeth and followed .

Seeing that Jing Ji was still lying on top of Chen Daozhen, Chu Buhui leaned over to take a look, and saw that he was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, and there was still an inaudible snoring sound from his nose.

Chu Buhui thought that Chen Daozhen doted on his cousin too much. Fortunately, he raised his sword at him like a fool yesterday, accusing Chen Daozhen of being a beast towards Qin Muchu. There was a cloud of fire.

Chu Buhui touched his nose resentfully, and followed slowly.

The three of them arrived at the foot of the mountain at Yinshi, the thin and humid air was bitingly cold, the sky gradually turned bright, and the rising sun loomed to dispel the overnight chill.

Jing Ji woke up leisurely, rubbed his sleepy eyes, rubbed Chen Daozhen's face involuntarily, and said in a friendly tone: "I accidentally fell asleep, is Senior Brother Chen tired?"

Chen Daozhen laughed, and touched his cheek with one hand, then grabbed his restless hand and put it on his lips to peck, Fang said: "Not tired, don't sleep when you wake up, in the morning The humidity is heavy, be careful to catch a cold."

Jing Ji kissed him on the cheek and said with a smile, "Then sleep with me when we get back to the inn."

Chen Daozhen naturally agreed without saying a word.

Chu Buhui blushed when he heard this, wishing he could poke his ears and eyes blind, this is too boring, other newlyweds are not as affectionate as they are!

Only then did Jing Ji notice that Chu Buhui was still there, and asked in confusion, "Why are you still following us?"

Chu Buhui muttered, "I, I have nowhere to go, so I just follow you."

Jing Ji couldn't help laughing: "Follow me what you mean, you'd better go home, your parents should be worried."

"My mother passed away, and my father beat me all the time. I sneaked out this time. If I go back now, I will be beaten to death by that old man." Chu Buhui said confidently, "I came out this time to find you, anyway. I don't care, I'm committed to you." Chu Buhui raised his eyebrows and raised his chin, with a proper expression on his face.

Jing Ji silently jumped off Chen Daozhen's back, ripped off his messy clothes, and looked at him vaguely.

Chu Buhui touched his cheek, "What are you looking at?"

Jing Ji clearly heard Chu Buhui say the words "Hua Xue Cheng Jing". He was able to find this place, and his surname happened to be Chu, so it would naturally make people think that his identity was related to his grandfather.

It's just that when something goes wrong, there must be a demon. The guy in front of him is young, reckless and reckless, and looks innocent and harmless, but the timing of his appearance is too coincidental, it just happens to be when he returns to the arena.

Jing Ji smiled and asked, "Your father is so fierce, what's his name?"

Chu Buhui shuddered, carefully looked at Jing Ji's expression, and said slowly, "My father's name is Chu Shenzhi, do you... know him?"

Jing Ji blinked, and said calmly, "I don't know."

While Chu Buhui breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a little lost at the same time, thinking that he still needed to find an opportunity to tell him his life experience. Jing Ji was his cousin, so naturally he wanted to recognize his ancestor and return to his clan, but he didn't know how his cousin would react at that time ...I'm afraid it will be very painful.

Thinking of this, Chu Buhui couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable, his chest throbbed in pain, and he hung his head down listlessly.

Seeing his appearance, Jing Ji immediately softened his heart, and he couldn't care less about other things, so he quickly comforted him and said, "Don't be afraid, if your father hits you, I will block you, or you can follow me .”

Chu Buhui regained his energy after hearing the last sentence, and said with a smile, "It's a deal! Then where are we going now?"

"Xuanyin Pavilion." Chen Daozhen said out loud.

Chu Buhui scratched his head: "What are you going to Xuanyin Pavilion for?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of youths in black clothes suddenly emerged from the forest, a total of 18 people, they stood neatly together, clasped their fists and said: "The pavilion master has orders, please Jing Shaoxia go to the Xuanyin Pavilion for a gathering."

Chen Daozhen said: "Governor Ye sent Xuanyi Eighteen Cavalry to invite Xiaojing, I'm afraid we have to go to Xuanyin Pavilion."

Jing Ji jumped off his back, straightened his clothes and said with a smile, "Governor Ye has been kind to me, and it happened that we went to visit him to express our gratitude, Senior Brother Chen, what do you think?"

Chen Daozhen touched his head with a smile, and said in a low voice, "It's all good."

Chu Buhui asked in a low voice: "Who is this group of people? Are they people from Xuanyin Pavilion? What are the Eighteen Knights in Xuanyi?"

Jing Ji shook his head and said, "I don't know either. Brother Chen said he was from Xuanyin Pavilion, so he must be from Xuanyin Pavilion."

Chen Daozhen said: "Xuanyi Eighteen Cavalry are the personal guards of the Xuanyin Pavilion Master, and they will not leave him for half a step easily. Ye Pavilion Master sent them here to show his sincerity."

Jing Ji nodded and said: "Since this is the case, let's not delay any longer. It is better to arrive at Xuanyin Pavilion earlier so that they can return to Pavilion Master Ye earlier."

Therefore, the few people did not delay any longer and rushed towards Xuanyin Pavilion.

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Xuanyin Pavilion is located in a precipitous canyon. This year’s winter came earlier than in previous years. The heavy snow fell one after another, dyeing the entire canyon transparent white. The withered maple leaves were buried by the snow. The scenery in the deep valley It looks more and more mysterious and magnificent.

It was almost dusk when Chen Daozhen and his party arrived at Xuanyin Pavilion, and the entire canyon was quiet and leisurely.

Several people came to the door of Xuanyin Pavilion. Standing at the door was a middle-aged steward with a long beard. He recognized their identities at a glance, stepped forward with a smile, and said, "My lord, Kong Qian. I have been waiting for a long time, everyone, please follow me."

Kong Qian led the man to a courtyard, stopped in his tracks and said, "Sect Master Chen, please stay. The Pavilion Master invites Jing Shaoxia to go in alone."

Chen Daozhen looked sideways at Kong Qian with sharp and deep eyes.

Kong Qian was taken aback, he bent slightly and respectfully put on a gesture of invitation.

Jing Ji smiled and said, "Brother Chen, don't worry, I'll come as soon as I go."

Chen Daozhen withdrew his eyes, his eyes became doting and gentle, "I'll wait for you right here."

Kong Qian sent Jing Ji to the door, opened the door for him, and then exited the door.

Incense is lit in the room, and the dense mist lingers, and the figure of Ye Wanwu is looming behind the veil, and the gestures and gestures are poetic and picturesque.

Ye Wanwu can't be called extremely handsome, but in the arena, no one can match his dissertation style.His spirit is like a book, with elegant ink fragrance and lingering artistic conception, sometimes thick and colorful, sometimes light and cloudy.

A cold wind blew past the window, and there was a cool breath in the air. The veil was lifted by the breeze, revealing Ye Wanwu's goose-yellow hem.

Jing Ji opened the veil and looked in, only to see Ye Wanwu lazily leaning on the long couch, dressed in a goose-yellow luxurious gown, with a snow-white fox fur blanket covering her feet, her black hair untied, Randomly entangled around the body, reflecting the lingering mist, the whole person looks more and more ethereal and unreal.

"Next, Jingji, I pay my respects to Pavilion Master Ye, and thank you for saving my life that day." Jing Ji stared blankly at him and said.

"It's nothing to be grateful for, Xiaojing, sit down quickly." Ye Wanwu smiled slightly, and pushed the teacup forward with her fingertips.

Jing Ji looked a little confused, picked up the teacup and drank it down, finally licked his lips and said, "Thank you Pavilion Master Ye, what kind of tea is this tea, it's really delicious."

"The tea is white tea produced in Guzhong. This kind of tea tree needs to be covered by heavy snow for three consecutive years before it can be nourished. Brewed with morning dew, the taste is mellow and sweet, with a long aftertaste." Ye Wanwu laughed, " It's just that it's not the right time now, this tea is old tea, you come in spring next year, and I'll take the best tea leaves to make tea for you."

Jing Ji's eyes widened in surprise, he stroked the teacup carefully, and when he took a closer look, he found that the teacup was also very exquisite. The body of the white jade teacup was transparent, with several criss-crossing fine lines on it. The green tea leaves complement each other, making it more elegant and delicate.

Jing Ji blushed a little with embarrassment, "I ruined such a good tea."

Ye Wanwu laughed, with a clear and moving voice: "What are you talking about? This tea is originally for drinking. No matter how good something is, if it is only entangled in appearance, it will lose its true meaning."

Jing Ji picked up the teacup, took a sip carefully, smacked his mouth and pondered for a long time before saying with a smile: "It's delicious."

"It's fine if you like it. In fact, I invite you to come here today because I want to return something to you."

Jing Ji looked at him suspiciously.

Ye Wanwu took out something wrapped in a white cloth from the soft couch, he lifted the white cloth, and there was a yellowed notebook inside.

Jing Ji stared at him blankly, took the letter hesitantly, and opened the title page carefully.

Ye Wanwu said: "I have read this manuscript countless times, and there is no special record. Most of it is written about some life insights, but I respect the author's open-mindedness. Now that I have met you, Xiaojing, I understand Like father, like son.”

Jing Ji originally flipped through a few pages, but also felt a little cloudy, and suddenly heard Ye Wanwu say this, he couldn't help but turn pale with shock, raised his head abruptly, and said incoherently: "This handbook... I Father... Pavilion Master Ye knows about my life experience?"

Ye Wanwu smiled slightly, and said softly: "That's right, this letter was written by Shen Ao. Uncle Shen and my father are close friends. He lived in Xuanyin Pavilion for ten years, until I was ten years old. I just left, that day in Murong Lianhe's mansion, I already guessed your identity when I felt your pulse, but the time didn't come, it was inconvenient for me to confess these things at that time."

Jing Ji's eyes turned red, "Thank you, Pavilion Master Ye."

"You don't need to thank me. I just did it with a little effort. Uncle Shen didn't leave much behind. You can keep this notebook as a souvenir."

Jing Ji sniffled, calmed down, and asked, "What kind of person is my father?"

Ye Wanwu closed her eyes slightly, as if recalling the situation back then, with a distant and clear voice, "It was a snowy winter, and that winter was especially cold. According to my father, I have never encountered such a cold weather in decades. Weather, I was born on that day, and Uncle Shen also came to Xuanyin Pavilion on that day."

"At that time, he was covered in blood and fell in the snow. He was dying and half his life had already entered the underworld." Ye Wanwu smiled, "You probably don't know that two of my older brothers died young before my father. It seems that I was able to be born smoothly, and it was Uncle Shen who blocked the catastrophe for me."

Ye Wanwu said: "My father saved him, and I am grateful to Dade for begging him to stay. At that time, Uncle Shen had nowhere to go, so he followed my father's wishes and stayed to take care of me."

Ye Wanwu's eyes were a little red when he said this, "Uncle Shen filled all my childhood memories, my father was very strict, and my mother left within a few years after giving birth to me, most of the time it was Uncle Shen Stay with me, make me toys, play crazy with me, my father will hide me behind when he punishes me, he is gentle and kind, treats people sincerely, always smiles, he told me that pain and suffering will end It will pass, and when we look back at the day when the clouds are cleared, those pains will be nothing to mention. I just didn’t expect that a person like Uncle Shen would not end well in the end..." Ye Wanwu lowered her head and covered her face Devastated.

When Jing Ji was deeply in love, he just burst into tears silently. This kind of Shen Ao was exactly the same as what he saw in his dream, gentle and kind, but he never had the chance to meet him again, even if it was just a quick glance.

Both his parents are obviously kind and gentle people, but they have experienced an extremely rough life.Thinking of his mother who was still alone in the Land of No Desire, Jing Ji was in pain again.

Jing Ji put away the letter and held it in his hand like a treasure.

Ye Wanwu sighed for a while, and the two were relatively speechless, both immersed in memories that they couldn't extricate themselves from.

After a long time, Jingji said, "Anyway, with this, at least I have some comfort in my heart."

Ye Wanwu smiled warmly, but suddenly coughed, and took a long time to catch her breath.

Jing Ji worried: "Master Ye, are you sick?"

Ye Wanwu smiled and shook her head: "It's an old problem. I have been in poor health since I was a child. In order to protect me from growing up, my father insisted on giving me the name of my daughter's family. It is a joke."

Jing Ji bent the corners of his eyes: "I think it sounds good."

Ye Wanwu smiled without saying a word, lowered his head and sipped his tea.

Jing Ji looked at him hesitantly and said, "May I ask, Master Ye, your legs..."

Ye Wanwu said casually and slowly: "Ten years ago, a group of horse thieves broke into Xuanyin Pavilion, and one of them threw me off the cliff. I am lucky to have my life back, but these legs are useless. , My father also passed away at that time.”

Jing Ji looked at him sadly, with sad eyes, but Ye Wanwu suddenly smiled and said: "It's just that he has gradually recovered in recent years, and he will be no different from ordinary people after a while."

Jing Ji was stunned for a moment, and then his brows beamed with joy, "That's good, that's good."

Ye Wanwu looked at him gently, with a smile on his face.

Jing Ji sighed: "It's just that there are so many masters in Xuanyin Pavilion, how could horse thieves break in?"

Ye Wanwu smiled wryly and said: "Naturally there is something tricky about it, if it weren't for this, how could my majestic Xuanyin Pavilion allow a group of young people to make trouble?"

Jing Ji sighed, but Pavilion Master Ye's celestial appearance had a long way to go. Fortunately, everything is fine now, and those ups and downs are finally over.

"Okay, okay, I won't make you uncomfortable if I say this again." Ye Wanwu said, "I'm not in good health these days and I'm afraid I won't be able to entertain Sect Master Chen. Say hello to him for me, and I'll make amends with him later."

"It doesn't matter, your body is important, Senior Brother Chen is not a petty person."

"That's good. With Xiaojing by my side, everything will be fine for Sect Master Chen." Ye Wanwu smiled slightly, "Xiaojing might as well stay here today, after all, Uncle Shen has lived here for ten years, and here is also It's his home."

Jing Ji looked at him gratefully, and said, "Jing Ji has nothing to repay the kindness of Pavilion Master Ye."

Ye Wanwu watched Jing Ji go out, just now she put away her smile and closed her eyes wearily.

He walked slowly to the window, looked at Chen Daozhen in the distance through the crack of the window, and was filled with admiration in his heart.