Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Not long after the beginning of spring, peach blossoms just bloomed on the branches.

The streets of Chenghua were bustling with people, and the dark and skinny vendors squatted beside the wooden carts, yelling from time to time.

"Seller - dough -"

A group of children laughed and played past him.

A small head poked out from under the wooden cart: "I want to cut off A Xianjun's face!"

These days, it is very popular to intercept the words of the Immortal Lord, and it is spread all over the streets and alleys. The storytellers who appear regularly in those restaurants will add some other stories about this Immortal Lord.

So the vendor seized the business opportunity, rubbed a piece of A Xianjun's dough overnight, pulled the cart and ran to the street, and sure enough, the business was not good.

Seeing that the child wanted it, he naturally agreed: "Okay, how many?"

"One, two, three... four!" cried the child.

As a result, halfway through rubbing the noodles, a series of gongs and drums sounded from the street.

Someone knocked and walked around the place, causing countless people to gather around to watch the fun.

Crackling, thumping, chacha, the guests in the restaurant pushed their windows and probed in surprise.

The child's eyes lit up: "It's the brother who talks about it!"

Vendor: "Hey hey!"

He stretched his hand halfway, "Forget it, a few children..."

He bowed his head like a noodle maker, laughed while doing it, and looked up: "Hey, I can have such a good business thanks to Yun."

The child ran forward, but the street was already surrounded by a lot of people.He was extremely anxious, relying on his short stature, he went straight into it.

When there were fewer people in the inner circle, his eyes lit up and he suddenly understood.

The young man in the innermost seat was sitting on a stone pier casually, wearing a snow-green robe, holding a folded fan with a lot of smiles on his face, and the golden gong and drum fell by his hand.

He is very different from ordinary storytellers: his face is like a bright moon, his lips are like vermilion, his peach blossom eyes are like silkworms.

When he laughed, his upper and lower eyelids rolled together, as if his eyes were full of water.A little strand of black hair stuck to his cheek, quite sweet.

Not like a storyteller, but like a rich man who came out to experience life.

Children can eat his astonishing beauty, sticky and sticky, standing next to him eagerly waiting for someone to speak.

Some people were still discussing in the back of the crowd: "The last episode of A Xianjun's story is new, he wrote it?"

"Seems to be."

"Why don't you sit in the restaurant and talk, instead of basking in the sun outside? Look at the tender skin..."

"Then maybe people will like it."

The young man smiled and cupped his hands: "Hey, yes, yes, it's me again. Exactly, it's interesting, really interesting, this fairy is very interesting."

He coughed, and took out an iron box: "Take a look, if you have money, you can buy a money market, if you don't have money, please buy a personal game!"

With a snap, he opened the folding fan and fanned himself greatly: "Hey, it's hot."

Now the slightest bit of rich boy temperament is gone.

"Last time, as I said last time, Jie A Xianjun pushed open the gate of ghosts and monsters, and suddenly there was a mist around him."

Then he closed his fan suddenly, and started speaking unexpectedly.

"Jie Ah Xianjun is considered to be a fairy descending to the earth, and his aura is extraordinary. He pushed open the gate of ghosts and monsters, and saw the mist rising, his face did not change, and he was still celestial.

The next moment, I pulled out the Sword of Cutting Ah, the light of the sword flashed, and the mist was sliced ​​into pieces, revealing countless ghosts and ghosts puffing out the thick fog behind the mist..."

Jie'a Xianjun is a fairy that most people are familiar with. He holds Jie'a sword, wears snow clothes, silver crown and black hair, and walks a clear and cool fairy road.

Back then, he walked down from the cloud peak of Xuantianzong, split through the eighteen cities of Huangquan with a sword, and cut the body of the eighteen yakshas who sheltered Huangquan, and established the title of "Jian'a Xianjun".

But this new handsome young man seems to know more about the "legendary inside story", and he is so eloquent that even if he speaks on the street, some people are willing to praise him.

What's more, the story is really good. After listening to it last time, I really felt itchy in the middle of the night, wanting to hear it again and again.

After speaking for more than half an hour, when everyone present was mesmerized, the young man folded his fan, covered his face and said: "Foretell what will happen..."

Before he finished speaking, the crowd booed as if they knew what to say.

Reluctantly, looking back, someone yelled: "It's so little, it's really not fun. I'm sure Jie Ah Xianjun can beat that three-headed and six-armed ghost-faced Yasha, right?"

The young man cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Then come back and listen."

With a sound of coaxing, the audience around the audience chattered about the plot.

Cheng Yuzhi fanned himself, quietly listening to some inspiration.

Before the crowd had cleared up, they saw a black and skinny noodle seller on the other side of the street dragging a cart, hurried over, and shouted: "Hey - cut off the noodle man of Mr. Immortal! Now you only need two copper coins to sell it!" I can buy a bunch!"

Who recognized him, and scolded with a smile: "You can really catch up, and come to sell A Xianjun's face again!"

"I just bought three coppers from you last time, and this time again?!"

The black and thin businessman scratched his head, and smiled naively: "Hey, it's different this time, it needs to be two sticks—how about cutting off Ah Xianjun and Ghost Face Yasha!"

The crowd had just heard the strange and beautiful story, and they were full of longing for the fairy. Seeing him take out novel things, they naturally bought it.

Seven seven eight eight, soon those dough people who made in advance were sold out.

After a long time, the crowd finally dispersed, those who should be working reluctantly picked up the buddy, and the guests in the restaurant shrugged and retracted their heads.

The black and thin businessman was still counting copper coins, and he laughed happily.

Cheng Yuzhi walked over slowly, and lightly twisted a copper plate.His eyes are long and delicate, but not feminine.

"Business is really good today, Old Chen," he said with a smile, "I'm almost done with the story of 'Jie Axian Jun Breaking the Ghost Realm', you have to find another way to make money."

The black and thin businessman stroked his hair with a smile: "Yes, thanks to Yunzhi, otherwise I would have to worry about master's craftsmanship."

Cheng Yuzhi said: "I won't be here in the future, you may be able to sell it for a while, or you can give the storybook I gave you to the next storyteller, and tell it again for a while."

After hearing this, the black and thin businessman fell silent and stopped laughing.

He said: "Yuzhi, you want to go?"

Cheng Yuzhi said lazily: "Yes, you know, I am home all over the world. Change the place, change the mood."

The black and thin businessman couldn't bear him to leave, and he couldn't bear to have him locked in one place.The young man has helped him too much, so it is hard to say much.

He thought for a while, took out a purse from underneath, and handed it over.

"Then, this is for you."

Cheng Yuzhi didn't answer it, and blocked his hand with a folding fan: "It was agreed at the beginning, I will show my words, you will show your skills, just take me in for dinner."

He said: "All right, all right, pack up and go home for dinner."

The black and thin businessman opened his mouth, didn't say much, hummed dully, and started to pack the wooden cart.

There is also a string of unsold "Jie'a Xianjun vs. Ghost-faced Yasha" on the wooden cart. The snow-clothed fairy holds a sword, his face is cold, majestic, and inviolable.

Cheng Yuzhi was fascinated by the look, took the mask, put it in the palm of his hand, and twisted the fairy mask so that it swayed from side to side with the stick.

Suddenly, he heard a commotion, Cheng Yuzhi raised his head and looked curiously.

Sure enough, a moment later, a group of Xianmen disciples came with swords.

The young man in the lead was dressed in the dark-patterned snowclothes unique to the No. [-] sect of Xuantianmen, with a handsome face and big sleeves fluttering in the wind, looking quite immortal from a distance.

It was only when I got closer that I realized that his face was full of gritted teeth, his expression was distorted, and he turned into a bad-tempered child.

Before he even had time to control the sword to the end, he eagerly rolled down from the long sword and rolled up his sleeves!

"That shameless devil—"

"Zi Tao!"

"Brother, wait!"

The crowd poked their heads out from behind the pillars and saw the young immortal at the front roaring: "Don't hurt anyone after you just finished speaking, and you will be arrested without a fight. I didn't expect to kill people and run away as soon as I turned around. I am extremely arrogant!"

Not addictive, let me say one more sentence, "I'll fuck your mother's shit Moxiu!"

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

Very, really a child.

Can you believe what Moxiu said?

A voice came from over there: "It's a fairy!"

"Quick, niuniu, bye fairy!"

Looking at it like this, there is a high probability that this group of Xianmen disciples were defeated on the way to hunt down Moxiu.

Cheng Yuzhi didn't intend to get involved, he helped a black and skinny businessman push the cart, and silently retreated to the side of the road.

The black and thin businessman was still talking: "You don't have much money on you, so you should keep this money, lest you will not be able to eat and live in another place..." He slowly, slowly stopped talking.

Because that team of disciples of the immortal sect stopped in front of his crude wooden cart.

The leading young man barely suppressed his anger.

When talking to mortals, there is not much superiority, and he said casually: "Which fairy king are you selling? Why do I look familiar."

The black and thin businessman glanced at Cheng Yunzhi, and said hesitantly: "Sell, the one who sells is to cut off A Xianjun's face."

"Oh," the young disciple muttered, "Is the uncle so famous, give me a bunch too. How much?"

"...two copper plates."

There was a shock of silence, and the other party subconsciously began to touch his pocket: "Copper coins...?"

Cheng Yuzhi laughed out loud, and sure enough, seeing the disciples of the Immortal Sect looking at each other, everyone tacitly began to take out their pockets, trying to take out some change other than spirit stones.

He didn't even take out the fart, and finally held up a shining spirit stone and looked at him eagerly.

The black and thin businessman didn't dare to stare: "This is a small business, I can't find it!"

The two sides stared at each other, and finally Cheng Yuzhi came out to be a peacemaker: "Small things, worthless, free, free."

The young disciple who was called Zitao shouted: "How can that be done! This one is Jie A Xianjun! My uncle's face, how can I give it away for nothing!"

In the end, half of the spirit stone was collected, and the black and thin businessman didn't dare to bite his teeth, holding it in his hand and didn't know where to put it.

He and the handsome young man around him watched them go away, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"You will take what they say next time, you know?" Cheng Yuzhi educated.

"Okay." The black and thin businessman didn't expect that his noodle seller business would be patronized by immortals, and he was a little confused.

Cheng Yunzhi urged him: "Let's go, let's go back and eat roast chicken."

As if sensing something, he turned his head and saw a cold young man standing behind the pillar with focused eyes, and Cheng Yun realized that he was staring at him.

Involuntarily, Cheng Yunzhi's heart skipped a beat.

The young man is wearing a snow suit, with only a few dark lines on the hem, no extra decorations, his hands are hanging down naturally, and his long hair is combed meticulously.

The eyes are like lacquer spots, and the eyebrows are like distant mountains.

The man had a high nose and thin lips. He had a sharp and beautiful appearance, but the perennial snow-like temperament weakened the half hostility in his appearance.

It's the icy prisms and immortal way that can be seen at a glance, extremely indifferent.

Cheng Yunzhi involuntarily looked towards his waist, but found no saber or other weapons.

He calmed down the throbbing in his heart, cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Your Excellency, what's the matter?"

The other party half opened his lips, and then turned his eyes away.

Cheng Yuzhi saw the redness of his ear tips with sharp eyes, suddenly realized, and the tension in his heart also dissipated.

I'm afraid he is a young master who is not very good at dealing with strangers.

After a while, the man said, "I want the last noodle that was bought just now."

Cheng Yuzhi smiled understandingly, and said playfully, "Okay, just wait a moment." As he spoke, he nudged the skinny businessman with his elbow, telling him to come out quickly so that the business would not be delayed. .

A noodle buyer is a noodle buyer, why are you so shy that you can't even speak?