Biography of Xi Shan

The winter in Changming Prefecture is very cold. The snow falls overwhelmingly, as if it is going to dye the whole world white. There are crystal clear ice cones hanging on the eaves, and the winter snow on the branches is blown down by the wind.

There are constant hawkers on the street, and the closer it is to the end of the year, the more lively it is.

The auspicious snow heralds a prosperous year, and the coming year will be another good year.

Ye Qiao never thought that she would set foot on the land of Changming Prefecture and return to her hometown again. Her heart was very complicated, as if a burning flame was extinguished by the strong wind in a blink of an eye. The feeling of loss made her very confused .

This familiar land, where she thought she could take root here, turned out to be a strange place.

"Qiaoer, what's wrong?"

Ye Qiao suddenly came back to his senses, turned his head to look at Zhou Wentong's face, and smiled faintly: "It's nothing, it's just that I feel a little emotional when I come back here."

Zhou Wentong followed her gaze, but only saw two old couples selling wontons, nothing else.

Since Wen Shanhua became the leader of the martial arts alliance, Zhou Wentong has also become busy with affairs in the past few years. Wen Shanhua felt guilty towards him, and even handed over most of the power to him.

Thinking of the mishaps back then, Zhou Wentong felt depressed, but he didn't think that he really had deep feelings for Wen Shishi, after all, he just felt ashamed.

Naturally, Zhou Wentong would not bring up these words, let alone make excuses, but just accepted Wen Shanhua's compensation when he expressed his apology.

Looking at Ye Qiao's dignified and generous appearance, Zhou Wentong felt a softness in his heart. This is the woman who is worthy of him. She is heroic, beautiful but not coquettish, coquettish but not coquettish. She is a real heroine among women.

Ye Qiao pursed his lips and looked at him, feeling impatience in his heart.

If she hadn't been desperate, how could she have married Zhou Wentong? In terms of martial arts, appearance, and talent, he is not superior to others. In terms of future, he is even worse than his idiot brother.

Ye Qiao knew in his heart that although Zhou Wentong held great power now, after all, Wen Shishi was the granddaughter of Wen Shanhua's direct relative. Once Wen Shanhua passed the position of head to Zhou Wutong, they would be in vain.

Zhou Wentong didn't realize it, and was about to take Ye Qiao into the restaurant for dinner, but Ye Qiao suddenly froze in place, his eyes were red.

The visitor was dressed in a black robe. He was slender and handsome. His blade-like outline made his facial features look extremely handsome. His narrow eyes were cold and deep. Standing beside him was a young man in white. The young man had exquisite facial features and fair skin like Yu, a pair of big eyes are especially brilliant.I don't know what the young man in white said, but he rolled his eyes and laughed when he was talking, which caused the young man in black to smile too, his eyes were full of doting and love.

Zhou Wentong said as if talking to himself: "It's been so many years, I didn't expect them to be together."

Ye Qiao suddenly turned his head to look at him, and said in a cold voice with some gaffes: "Don't you think they violate human relations?"

Zhou Wentong smiled and said: "But at least they really love each other. We others can't count what we say." Zhou Wentong didn't understand love before, but now that he's married, he knows the joys of the lover's world. Talk irresponsibly to Chen Daozhen and Jing Ji.

Ye Qiao took a deep breath, calmed down his anger and said, "Let's go, I'm hungry."

Zhou Wentong looked at her tenderly, and led her inside.

Jing Ji on the other end didn't realize it, and happily grabbed the Nine Heavens Sword and hugged it in his arms, and said loudly: "What's yours is mine! The Nine Heavens Sword is also mine!"

"Then you can sleep with him in your arms at night."

"No! Senior Brother Chen should put his arms around me and sleep." Jing Ji stuffed the Nine Heavens Sword back into his arms, and hugged his arms affectionately.

Chen Daozhen smiled and scratched his fleshy nose, "It's hard to do."

Jing Ji glared at him angrily.

The drunkard head followed behind, cursing: "Why are they so affectionate? They are not afraid of being killed by Guizun's people. There is a saying that dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water!"

Zhao Peiran didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What a mess."

"That's a rough statement, what do you think my little master means?" The drunkard scratched his head, "A few years ago, he wanted to dig a hole to hide brother Jing, but now he is so ostentatious? "

"You may not think highly of Ghost Venerable." Zhao Peiran said, "If he is invincible in the world, why hide and practice? I am afraid that I am also afraid. Now that Senior Brother has the Nine Heavens Sword in his hand, how can Ghost Venerable be against him? Senior Brother is not sure. I intend to lure the Ghost Venerable out and end it."

The drunkard head looked at Jing Ji silently, the Shen family is a big trouble, no wonder Chu Nantian would rather ruin his reputation than drive Shen Ao out, it's not who gets caught who gets unlucky.It's just that when brother Jing was not around, his little master was so indifferent, his eyes were piercing like a knife cutting flesh, how could he be half as gentle as he is now.

The drunkard sighed, this is fate.

***

The Wuji Sect was renovated in the year when Chen Daozhen took over as the head. The plaque made of golden nanmu has three big characters "Wuji Sect" written on it.

Jing Ji looked at the house in front of him and felt very strange. The six years in Beishanya passed by in a flash, but the outside had undergone earth-shaking changes.It wasn't until he walked into Chen Daozhen's courtyard that he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that everything was as it used to be, even the engravings on the plane trees were still there, but the engravings faded with the passing of time.

Jing Ji picked up Chen Daozhen's Nine Heavens Sword, threw away the scabbard, and traced the original trace again.

Nine Heavens Sword suddenly vibrated violently, Jing Ji was about to return the sword, but Nine Heavens Sword suddenly became quiet, nothing abnormal.

Jing Ji looked at Chen Daozhen in surprise, but he didn't struggle for too long, threw the Nine Heavens Sword and ran into the room.

The room is the same as before, even the books on the bookshelf have not changed.

A warm current filled Jing Ji's heart, he pushed open the window to let in some air, and then began to rummage through boxes and cabinets to find things.

Chen Daozhen picked up the Nine Heavens Sword and walked in. Seeing Jing Ji almost buried his head in the cabinet, he smiled helplessly, "What is the baby looking for?"

"Where's my padded jacket?"

Chen Daozhen put away the Nine Heavens Sword, walked to the cabinet on the other side, opened the cabinet, took out the white padded jacket and handed it to him.

Jing Ji took the padded jacket, his eyes were a little moist, he didn't know that the witch was his mother before, but now that he knew, he cherished this dress even more, it was one of the few things he brought out from the Land of No Desire.

Jing Ji took off his coat and put on the clothes made by the witch, and the slender young man immediately became plump again.

Seeing him rushing towards him, Chen Daozhen quickly hugged him, kissed his nose, smiled and coaxed him: "It's very beautiful."

Jing Ji nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and finally said: "Don't be jealous, when you see my mother, I will ask her to make you a beautiful one too."

Chen Daozhen: "..."

Jing Ji wore it for a while and found it too hot, so he carefully took off the padded jacket, folded it neatly and put it in the closet, wishing he could find a lock to lock the closet.

Chen Daozhen couldn't help him tossing about, seeing him lazily lying on the chair and sleepy, Fang walked over and picked him up and put him on the bed, "Stop messing around, just sleep for a while."

Jing Ji wrinkled his nose, looked at him with a smile and said, "Brother Chen, sleep with me."

Chen Daozhen turned on the bed, hugged him into his arms, and patted his back.

"When do you think the Ghost Venerable will come?" Jing Ji said suddenly.

Chen Daozhen paused for a moment, and then said calmly: "There are people like me in the Ghost Shadow Sect, and I will naturally have a way to find him when the ghost master comes out of the customs.

"Well, I want to see my mother." Jing Ji covered his eyes with the back of his hand, leaning towards Chen Daozhen.

Chen Dao felt pain in his heart, so he could only hug him tightly and kiss his soft cheeks one after another.

Xu Shi slept comfortably, and this time he slept right past dinner, and when he woke up, it was already the branches of the moon.

Chen Daozhen ordered his servants to bring the dinner into the room, Jing Ji walked over in a daze, and saw that they were all his favorites, such as pickled pork with preserved vegetables, steamed sea bass, Sixi tofu, and assorted vegetables.

Jing Ji swallowed like a greedy cat, Chen Daozhen smiled and pulled him to sit down, and said: "You can only eat two pieces of meat, if you really like it, I will order the kitchen to make it tomorrow."

Jing Ji smacked his mouth, nodded obediently, took a mouthful of rice and said, "I still want to eat meat buns tomorrow."

Chen Daozhen looked helpless, why can't he like to eat something delicate?

"Brother Chen, eat more." Jing Ji picked up a few chopsticks and kissed Chen Daozhen with oily lips, and smiled contentedly until his face was full of oil.

"I always have to be naughty when I eat." Chen Daozhen scolded him with a smile, and wiped his face with a clean handkerchief.

The two were eating tiredly, when there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

Jing Ji looked outside the door, thinking it was some servant coming over, but saw that the man was holding a sword in his hand, he couldn't see his face clearly under the cover of night, but he could clearly see his long hair fluttering and his figure was slender, he should be a martial artist woman.

Chen Daozhen's complexion darkened, and a wave of anger surged all over his body. Remembering that Jing'er was still by his side, he took a deep breath to ease his emotions and walked to the yard.

Jing Ji hurriedly followed her out, and when she got closer, she saw that the woman was wearing a pink thin jacket, her long hair reached her waist, her eyes were bright and her teeth were bright, her head was like a moth, and she was standing gracefully, dignified and elegant.