in the world of murder

Chapter 30

Xi Zhen shivered and woke up from his sleep.It was snowing heavily outside the school, and Master Xu was still talking about the history of Qin on top of it. The stove in the room was burning hot, and many disciples were dozing off.

Xi Zhen just woke up, his brows and eyes were tired, half of his face was buried in the wind, and he stared in a daze.

Sitting in front of him was Xie Li, Xie Li was tall and straight, with white jade hairpin pulling his hair, and the lines from his neck to his shoulders were smooth.His shoulders are broad, so he looks good in clothes, even the plain student clothes, he wears a kind of heroic meaning.

Xi Zhen's eyes fell on his back, where a drop of ink was splashed on his clothes - it could only have been made by Xi Zhen.

Xi Zhen stared at the ink dot for a while, picked up the brush, and carefully drew a turtle on the ink dot.

He secretly laughed, Xie Li in front suddenly turned to look at him.Xi Zhen was startled, and the pen dropped by the inkstone, splashing all over his body.

His sleeves and front were stained with ink, and even a few drops were splashed on his face.

Xie Li looked at Xi Zhen and said, "You're so stupid."

He took out his handkerchief and wiped Xizhen's face.

Xie Li's fingers were very cold, Xi Zhen rubbed his fingers unconsciously, and said, "Your hands are so cold."

"Really?" Xie Li smiled, looking at Xi Zhen with tender eyes.

"It's really cold." Xi Zhen grabbed his hand and said, "Let me warm you up."

He wrapped Xie Li's hand in his hands, rubbing his breath continuously.But Xie Li's hand was always lukewarm, and his fingertips were as cold as a stone.

"Xie Li, why are your hands warm..." He raised his eyes to look at Xie Li, and his words stopped abruptly.Xie Li didn't know when he stopped smiling, his eyes were silently staring at him.

"Xi Zhen, you liar."

Xi Zhen sat up from the bed suddenly, the thin voice in his ears gradually became clear, and the maid asked outside: "Young master, are you up yet?"

Xi Zhen covered his eyes, and after a long time, he exhaled, "Get up."

The maids from the outside filed in to help Xizhen dress and wash.

He stood behind the screen, looked out the window, and asked, "Is it still snowing outside?"

"It stopped last night." The maid said.

Xi Zhen was stunned, and said: "It didn't take long."

Unlike the snow on Jiuyi Mountain, the snow on Jiuyi Mountain never ends.

Xi Zhen changed his body to narrow-sleeved bunt, got up and went to practice sword in the courtyard.

It has been half a year since I came home from outside, and autumn and winter have passed by in a flash.And the Qingming Festival is just around the corner, it's time to go to Jiuyi Mountain to compete for the flower orders.

A man dressed in a black robe with tufted flowers walked in from the gate of the courtyard. He was older than Xi Zhen, and his eyebrows and eyes were similar to Xi Zhen.

Xi Zhen stopped, cupped his hands and said, "Father."

Xi Jin walked in slowly and said, "Get up so early to practice sword?"

"I'm used to it." Xi Zhen said.

Xi Jin nodded, "The luggage for the trip to Jiuyi Mountain has been prepared, you can see if there are any omissions."

Xi Zhen looked indifferent, and said: "There is no need to prepare so much, just bring the order of fighting for flowers is enough."

Xi Jin looked at Xi Zhen, "Are Feng Bo sending you off?"

Xi Zhen paused, and said, "Fang Bo is old, don't ask him to come with me."

Xi Jin looked at Xi Zhen's expression and said, "Why don't you want to see Feng Bo after you come back from outside?"

Xi Zhen was silent, and Xi Jin asked, "What's wrong with Feng Bo?"

"No," Xi Zhen said, "Feng Bo is fine, it's just me..."

Xi Zhen opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Xi Jin's sharp gaze seemed to be able to see his heart clearly through Xi Zhen's face. Xi Zhen avoided Xi Jin's gaze and said, "Don't call me Feng Bo, change to someone else."

After a long time, Xi Jin said, "Okay, it's up to you."

Before setting off, Xizhen packed his luggage in the house. He didn't bring many things, only seven flower competition orders.If he returns to Jiuyi Mountain on the day of Ching Ming with these seven Flower Fighting Orders, he will be the direct disciple.

Xi Zhen ignored the seven flower competition orders, and hastily put them into his backpack.The maid came in to announce that Mr. Uncle was asking to see him.

Xi Zhen lowered his eyes and said, "I don't see you."

The maid went down, the courtyard was silent for a moment, and Feng Xin's voice came from outside the window.

"The young master hates me?"

Xi Zhen paused, as if a stone was stuck in his chest, he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak.

Feng Xin's voice was calm, "Even if the young master hates me, I don't regret what I did that day."

Xi Zhen took a deep breath and said, "You did nothing wrong, and I don't resent you. But I don't want to see you again."

Feng Xin was silent for a long time, and finally through the window, he saluted outside the courtyard, "Farewell to young master Feng Xin."

On Jiuyi Mountain, the long stone steps are like a streamer embedded between the green mountains, and the clouds are floating in the air, looking at the mountains that have lasted for a hundred years.

Xi Zhen walked slowly on the steps. He was wearing a gray plain dress with a black gauze robe outside. The mountain wind howled, and his long hair was blown up.The amorous and beautiful eyebrows and eyes were covered with a layer of desertedness, revealing a bit of sadness for no reason.

The disciple guarding the mountain saw Xizhen from a distance, and immediately ran back to report, "I'm back, I'm back!"

The elders asked, "Who?"

"Xi Zhen, it's Xi Zhen!"

The elders had different expressions and whispered.

Xi Zhen walked up to the main hall slowly, but saw that the person at the head of the hall was not the mountain lord, but Chen Song.

Xi Zhen frowned, "Where is my master?"

"Jing Cang turned his back on the mountain gate, and the crime he committed is heinous, and he is unworthy to be the lord of Jiuyi Mountain." The law enforcement elders are there.

Xi Zhen's brows and eyes were cold, "What mistake did my master make, explain it carefully."

The law enforcement elder did not answer, and said, "It has nothing to do with you."

With the absence of the former mountain lord, no one can restrain Xi Zhen.The elders didn't want to face Xi Zhen for a long time, they fooled them with a few words, and said they were going to discuss other matters, leaving only Chen Song to face Xi Zhen.

Xi Zhen looked at Chen Song, who got down from above and sat down on the chair with Xi Zhen.

Facing this Xizhen, he was still somewhat restrained, and slowly told him what happened in the past year.

The former owner of the mountain violated the rules of the gate of Jiuyi Mountain and left Jiuyi Mountain. He was chased and killed by the people in the gate, and his whereabouts are unknown now.

"However," Chen Song said, "according to the law enforcement elders, they didn't catch the mountain master, they just couldn't find him."

Only then did Xi Zhen feel relieved.

Chen Songdao: "It's also a coincidence. At this time, I returned to Jiuyi Mountain with a flower competition order, and I was selected by them as the successor of the mountain lord."

The position of the mountain lord is different from that of the direct disciples. This is hard work. Those who become the mountain lord must stay in Jiuyi Mountain for the rest of their lives and never leave.

"Then why did you agree?" Xi Zhen asked.

Chen Song smiled and said, "For me, it's not a bad thing."

Chen Song is an offshoot of the Chen family. His father died young and there is only one widowed mother in the family.He was sent to Jiuyi Mountain by his family, and the family would take care of his mother as agreed.When he went down the mountain this time, his mother's health was already very bad.He accompanied his mother on the last journey, and took care of her funeral, but he didn't know what to do after that.

"Just at this time, they asked me to be the owner of the mountain. I thought about it, and I didn't think it was bad, so I agreed."

Xi Zhen nodded and said: "From this point of view, it's nothing to stay in Jiuyi Mountain for the rest of your life."

He lowered his eyes, looked at the tea in the cup, and said, "It's better than dying."

Chen Song glanced at him, wondering if it was his illusion.He always felt that when Xi Zhen came back this time, he was silent a lot, and there was an unresolved sadness lingering all over his body.

"The news that you are a direct disciple has been sent all over the mountain," Chen Song said, "I think you will become famous all over the world in a short time."

Xi Zhen smiled, but he was not very happy.

Chen Song asked tentatively: "Eldest brother...have you seen him during the time you were at the foot of the mountain?"

Xi Zhen's face suddenly became tense, he shook his head and did not speak.

"Maybe brother has other things to do." Chen Song said: "By the way, if you are not busy, why not spend more time on the mountain, at least it is a place where you have lived for so long."

Xi Zhen pondered for a moment, then nodded in response.

Xizhen went to the small courtyard where he lived, but before he got there, from a distance, he saw that the wall on the side of the entrance of the courtyard was covered with vines, and the dark green old leaves and tender green new leaves gradually spread out. Dotted with small white flowers, lush and wild, all over the courtyard and outside.

This is the stone vine planted by Xie Li. It was originally only in the corner of the wall, a thin vine, but it didn't know when it grew into what it is today.

Xi Zhen stood in front of the door and hesitated for a long time before pushing the door open and entering.The scene in the room was the same as when he left.On the table in the study room were half-copied ancient books by Xie Li, and on the small table were the chess pieces they hadn't finished playing.The red curtain on the bed fell to the side of the couch, and the snow wolf skin without a trace of color was covered inside.

Xi Zhen didn't even dare to look at the snow wolf skin that they had entangled hands and feet on, and had rubbed their ears and temples together.

The whole house is full of traces of Xie Li.Living in this house, would he dream of Xie Li?Will Xie Li in the dream tangle with him, or seek his life?

Xi Zhen stood in the room, surrounded by Xie Li's breath, he could hardly help trembling.

How would outsiders know that this infatuated man who seemed to be in grief almost knocked Xie Li off the cliff with his own hands.Is he in this painful appearance because he regrets losing his beloved, or is he afraid because he killed Xie Li?

Xi Zhen didn't dare to stay here any longer, he almost ran out of the door and escaped from Jiuyi Mountain in a panic.