Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

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Xianjun Jie left Changshu Peak and went to the foot of the mountain to abduct a beautiful Daoxiu to be Mrs. Yazhai!

As far as the evening class was concerned, the news had already spread throughout the sword trial square, and all the disciples who heard it dropped their scabbards in shock, and had to search everywhere for which scabbard was their own.

Then the news changed to "Jie Ah Xianjun abducted a beautiful and lonely Daoxiu up the mountain."

Reposted, it became "Jie A Xianjun forcibly snatched the beautiful widow!"

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After Cheng Yuzhi looked through the corpse, he only found traces of the seal carving formation on Moxiu's right hand, and found nothing else.

"What is this?" He found a breastplate in Moxiu's arms, with a strange pattern engraved on it, he turned it over and over, and realized that he didn't recognize it at all.

Gu Yan pulled Moxiu's clothes together without a trace, and took the badge from Cheng Yuzhi's hand.

He said: "It's the logo of some kind of sect, and this demon cultivator is probably a member of the sect with this pattern."

Cheng Yunzhi praised: "As expected of you, Ah Yan, you have seen a lot."

Gu Yan paused, seemed a little shy, and turned his face away: "I didn't recognize what sect it was, so you don't have to praise me."

Mr. Cheng has never seen such a person since he was a child.

He clicked his tongue and said: "Ah Yan won't listen to me if I just boast? Then tell me, how should I praise? I'm not good at anything else, I just like to praise people."

Gu Yan paused, did not speak, turned sideways to check elsewhere.

Cheng Yunzhi went around in front of him, and tilted his head to look at him: "We have been friends through the mirror for many years, and it's not that Ah Yan doesn't know my virtues... In other words, why didn't I know that Ah Yan is so shy?"

"Huh?" Cheng Yunzhi teased him.

Only then did Gu Yan look at him: "Interacting with each other through mirrors is nothing more than exchanging words." He paused, "It can't compare to Yuzhi standing in front of me."

Cheng Yuzhi smiled and said, "There are many opportunities for me to be in front of me. It's better for Ah Yan to get acquainted as soon as possible."

Gu Yan responded, "Naturally."

The more Cheng Yunzhi looked at Gu Yan, the more pleasing he felt.

He used the mirror to chat at first, but he was just a child who hadn't grown up, chatting with each other.Then it was cut off for several years, and the mirror communication was resumed on the other side.

Then it went off for a long time.

When the two reconnected, Cheng Yunzhi had already left the sect and was wandering outside.

However, the barrier didn't seem to exist, the voice on the other side remained the same, and Cheng Yuzhi also grew from a small age to a youthful appearance.

Hearing Gu Yan's casual tone in the mirror, he must have been Yuanying Daojun at that time.

To say that the relationship is good, it is indeed good, they talk about everything, although they all avoid talking about each other's privacy.

To say how deep the friendship is... In fact, it is not necessarily true.

It's just that I didn't expect "Mirror Friend" to be so good-looking, Mr. Cheng's wave is not bad.

Thinking about it, Cheng Yuzhi stretched out his hand, the index finger and middle finger clamped the hair on the temples of Mr. Xueyi, and circled it twice casually.

Gu Yan's long hair was suddenly pinched by him, and he was a little puzzled, but he obediently did not continue: "Meteor?"

Cheng Yuzhi stared at the long hair, and said unconsciously, "I haven't asked, how old is Ah Yan?"

Gu Yan: "..."

He seemed calm: "I can't remember."

Cheng Yuzhi suddenly said: "That's right, people who practice Taoism don't remember their age."

Gu Yan calmly changed the subject: "Master Wang is awake."

It would be better for Wang Fugui not to wake up than to wake up.

He lay on the bed with his eyes wide open, thinking about who I am for a long time.

Then when I remembered, I trembled and started to cry, crying and cursing, "It's just a prodigal bastard"!

Cheng Yunzhi leaned against the door and knocked on the door. Wang Fugui stopped crying suddenly, rolled down from the bed, and tried to grab his hand: "Master Immortal! Master Immortal, help me, that ghost is really dead!" Is it! The dead can’t die anymore!!!”

Cheng Yuzhi told him seriously: "Really, it's completely cold."

Hearing this, Wang Fugui shook his fat face, and wailed, "My silver, my pink..." and other words, which made people cry with sincerity.

Seeing him crying for a long time, Cheng Yunzhi sighed.

He repeated the clues that Wang Fugui didn't pay attention to two days ago: "Master Wang, when I said that your house is amazing, I meant the layout of this house."

"You have also seen the method of the demon cultivator."

Wang Fugui nodded repeatedly.

"He let mortals drink enough spiritual power, and then used formations to force out the spiritual power in their bodies, mixing it with flesh and blood for his own enjoyment. Don't Master Wang think that this is similar to something?"

As he said, he rolled up his sleeves, slowly opened the teapot, and under Wang Fugui's staring gaze, he dipped some tea.

The slender fingers fell down, drawing several streaks on the table.

When the tea was half dry, Cheng Yuzhi confirmed that Wang Fugui had seen it clearly: "Master, this is the magic formation that the demon cultivator used."

Wang Fugui reluctantly looked at it, and was almost so surprised that he took off on the spot.

"This, isn't this the layout of my house!!!"

Could this be the reason why their family was the only unlucky one in Chenghua?

I've never heard of demon cultivator ghosts attacking mortal houses before. It turns out that it's a problem with the layout!

Wang Fugui screamed: "I'm going to ask someone to tear down this wall, and these rockery, this, this, this, all demolished! Wang Stool——"

No one answered him.

Only then did the master remember that his servants were wounded and died, and few of them were awake, so he almost lost his breath.

Cheng Yuzhi reconfirmed: "Master Wang, who arranged your house?"

His expression was very serious, and Wang Fugui stuttered tremblingly.

He stammered, "Yes, it's my old lady."

He told everything about how his old mother went into business, how she fell to the bottom, and how she took home a family heirloom, and even told him "you can throw it away, but you can't throw it away" .

Wang Fugui was sobbing, coupled with his fat body that hadn't lost weight, he was inexplicably pitiful.

"After that, the family conditions improved, and then, my mother bought this house. These rockery and scenery were all arranged by her, and even my father didn't object. It's been decades, how dare I move it."

Gu Yan said: "Where is your family heirloom?"

Wang Fugui: "It's in the back of my warehouse."

The warehouse of Wang Fugui's house looks simple and plain, nothing strange.

The front yard was occupied by outsiders, and even the official mansion was alarmed, they sent servants to the door, sealed off the front door of the palace, and moved the corpses out one by one.

Neighbors are discussing, Wang Dafugui bumped into a ghost.

Among them, the one who discussed was at the front, leading the way for Cheng Yuzhi and the others.

He took out the key and opened the warehouse door: "It's just ahead."

His eyes were red, his nose was sniffling, and he looked in a bad mood.That's right, anyone whose house is stolen by a demon must look like this.

He kept mumbling, saying "how will I live the rest of my life", while sitting in a corner, covering his face.

As soon as Cheng Yuzhi entered the door, he smelled a strange smell that belonged to Moxiu.

He calmed down the collapsed Wang Dafugui, and took the lead to advance to the depths of the warehouse.

A few scattered night pearls happened to be placed on the shelves on both sides, and Cheng Yunzhi took one down casually, and used it as a light.

He wrinkled his nose: "The smell of Moxiu..." It smells really bad.

Gu Yan corrected him: "It's the smell of magic power, even if there is no magic cultivator, it still has this smell."

With a flash in front of Cheng Yuzhi's eyes, Gu Yan had already appeared in front of him, raised his hand, and put it against his neck.

Young Master Cheng raised his eyebrows: "What?"

Gu Yan said: "I'm afraid you will find it smells bad and uncomfortable."

He spoke succinctly, imbued his fingers with spiritual power, and sealed Cheng Yunzhi's sense of smell. Now the air was fresh, and Cheng Yunzhi's mind was clear.

He laughed and said, "I didn't expect that the spirit orifice can be used like this, Yan, you have to teach me this later!"

Gu Yan: "Naturally. We're here."

In the deepest part of the warehouse, there are no shelves left, only a bare altar left.

To be reasonable, placing offerings in the warehouse will undoubtedly make people feel that there is something wrong with their brains.

Maybe Wang Fugui felt the same way, so the fruits and vegetables on the table were basically shriveled, and it probably took three or four months to think of changing them.

And the most eye-catching one is the "heirloom" that occupies the most.

Cheng Yunzhi originally thought it was the eye of the formation, or some other magical carrier, but it turned out that the one placed on the table was just an ordinary small wooden block.

He walked around the table twice, trying to reach for the little piece of wood.

Stretching it into the air, he hesitated: "Just take it directly, will it be all right?"

What he thought in his mind was that the Demon Cultivator would mess with it, but Gu Yan didn't say a word, just reached out to take it down and put it in his palm.

Cheng Yun was taken aback for a moment, but quickly smiled.

He took the Pearl of the Night, and the slight light just shone on the front of the small wooden sign, reflecting the faint patterns on it.

"Tsk tsk," he shook his head, "the pattern is exactly the same, it seems that Moxiu is in the same group as this card."

Wang Fugui shook his head, seeing them coming out, he hurried up to greet them: "Master Immortal, has Master Immortal found the family treasure?"

Cheng Yuzhi waved the small wooden sign at him casually, Wang Fugui's eyelids twitched, he wanted to say let it go, but also wanted to say take it easy.

"Hey, Immortal Master, you..."

Cheng Yuzhi didn't take the so-called "magic cultivator" seriously, tossed it up and down, and casually put it into a mustard bag.

He said with a smile: "On this wooden sign, there are spells used by Moxiu to track them down."

He slowly began to speculate: "It is very possible that Moxiu distributed the wooden cards to mortals with the reason of 'without the wooden card, there will be no success' when he first spread the formation.

Ordinary people don't know the formations, so they build the "transfer fortune formation" taught by the masters into their residences. After a long time, they are gradually corroded by the innate spiritual power gathered by the formations.

When the time is up, these demon cultivators will take the initiative to come to the door, activate the formation to force out the spiritual power, and finally kill the person. "

Wang Fugui's thighs trembled when he heard it.

He thought about it, and suddenly said: "Our family didn't die at the same time, why was my servant eaten by ghosts in advance?"

Cheng Yuzhi had never heard of this matter, and had no other explanation.

He thought for a while, and pondered: "Maybe this demon cultivator got greedy early and came to the door a little earlier. Seeing that other people are not yet mature, he just slaughtered one... Hey! Master Wang! Master Wang, please don't fall! "

After the matter was settled, the dead in the palace were transported out for burial, and the wounded woke up. Soon, the whole mansion was hung with white gauze.

Wang Fugui came out to see them off, looking haggard.

Fortunately, his shop was not affected much, and he could still recover blood.

Before Cheng Yuzhi left, Wang Fugui stuffed them with a small purse, which contained five hundred spirit stones.

That is to say, even if his Wang family is in decline, the reward to the immortal master cannot be reduced, otherwise the cause and effect will not be resolved, and he will be retaliated by the heavens.

Cheng Yunzhi took it and turned it upside down.

He said, "Let's go, Ah Yan."

Gu Yan: "Yes."

Cheng Yunzhi said kindly, "I mean, it's time to leave Chenghua. Have you seen the map route I put next to my bed yesterday?"

Gu Yan: "Look."

Cheng Yunzhi: "Then let's go, I'm waiting for the special grilled fish! There are rivers, I love fishing by the water, dozed off while fishing, and finally got hit on the head by my senior brother... Ah, let's go Let's go this way, I can't wait!"

On the other side, the servant Wang Fugui sent to invite the immortal teacher finally rushed back.

Zitao jumped off the flying sword, and behind him was his uncle, a peak master of the Xuantian sect, the real god of distraction.

Under the coercion, the mortals raised their heads in horror.

Wang Fugui: "That immortal teacher from before? They left long ago, and it is said that they are going to another place."

Zitao: "What?! My uncle eloped with that Daoxiu?!"