Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Cheng Yunzhi was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

After a while, he stammered: "This, this, could it be that Ah Yan picked out all the treasures in his cave..."

But Gu Yan shook his head and took the ring in his hand again.

With a flick of his finger, countless radiant treasures in the Qiankun Ring flew out one after another, going to where he should be.

The light gauze curtain is hung, and the simple wooden table is on the ground.

Calligraphy and painting, small tables, and even a small stool beside the bed are all ready.A few calligraphy and paintings are hung on the wall, unfolding slowly, just a few glances, you can take your heart away;

The hollowed-out half-sided flower-and-bird screen makes the sound of friction after being folded, and the incense burner in the corner is born out of thin air, and the incense is lit, and the light smoke is misty.

But in the blink of an eye, the bare master bedroom changed drastically.

It has become a good place for a golden house to hide its beauty.

Cheng Yun stepped back, his knees were blocked, and he sat down on the bed unconsciously.

After knowing it later, I found that the bed has also changed a lot. It is not an exaggeration to call it magnificent, and it is so soft that it can sink the whole person.

He recognized it: "Hua Yunjin and Luoxia Bingsi..."

In a daze for a moment, the hand touching the bedding seemed to be counting how many spirit stones were hidden under it.

And the black-haired Daoist Nascent Soul was extremely satisfied, almost satisfied.

He stood in front of the mahogany table and chairs, staring closely at the young man who was stuck in the bed, struggling not to get up.

Look at his ink-like black hair layered like clouds, scattered and curled on the surface of the bedding;

Look at his slender waist, lazy expression, wrapped in a thin snow-green robe, revealing a little bit of snow-white shoulders and neck hidden in his hair.

Layers of veils fell, half covering his face.

Suddenly, my fingers were itchy, and I wanted to touch the ends of his long hair.

Decorating the cave with all kinds of natural treasures is not as good as placing his treasures safely in a comfortable small room.

Cheng Yunzhi praised sincerely: "It's really good." The bed is soft enough and comfortable.

Gu Yan also lowered his eyes and said: "It's really good."

The young man on the bed looked over with an innocent expression, and made a harmless little joke: "There are too many good things here, and I suspect that there is nothing in Ah Yan's cave now."

Gu Yan said in a low voice, "No way. I only... took less than one ten-thousandth."

Cheng Yuzhi only thought he was joking, the things in this house, only a famous family with a name and surname would not be able to provide for them, let alone only took one ten-thousandth of it?However, he had never heard of the well-known Daoist Nascent Soul named Gu Yan.

It's just that the decoration has been resolved, and the major issues in the Wu Zang Mansion have not yet been resolved.

Cheng Yunzhi got up, brushed his hair casually, and planned to go out.

"It's getting late, we should go buy something to fill our stomachs." Seeing Gu Yan's puzzled look, he smiled, "Gu Daojun take pity on me, I still don't know how to fast."

Originally thought it was just a trivial matter, when Cheng Yunzhi lowered his head to straighten his robes, he even thought clearly about the main course and side dishes for the evening.

Unexpectedly, Gu Yan showed hesitation: "Meteor..."

Cheng Yunzhi: "What?"

Gu Yan sat down, carrying a sweet smell like ice and snow, sending it straight to Cheng Yunzhi's nasal cavity.Young Master Cheng sniffled, and unknowingly moved closer to Gu Yan's side.

Gu Yan said: "I'll just go buy it myself, Yuzhi will wait for me at home...don't go out, okay?"

He deliberately softened his voice, which was low and deep.

It's just that the gaze was really not restrained properly, revealing an almost blatant possessiveness.

Before Cheng Yuzhi raised his head, he turned back into the silent and shy young man in snow clothes.

How could Cheng Yuzhi see this inconsistency.He just felt inexplicable, and said with a smile: "I stay at home and have nothing to do, and we can still discuss buying when we go out together."

Gu Yan was silent and said, "Okay."

It is said to be purchasing, but in fact it is to visit the spots to see which restaurant's dishes are more suitable for long-term ordering.

They walked around for a long time, and ordered two bowls of small wonton soup under the thatched hut at the street corner, and each of them ate the same bowl.

Cheng Yuzhi ate very deliciously, and finally held a bowl, enjoying the hot happiness of the soup steaming.

He looked at the opposite side, Gu Yan rolled up his sleeves, slowly scooped up a piece of soft wonton, took a bite, chewed slowly, he seemed to know that the tutor was excellent.

Obviously eating hot mortal food, but eating a dusty feeling that does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Cheng Yunzhi squinted his eyes and drank his soup.

Under the table, Gu Yan was kicked quietly, and looked up suspiciously.

Cheng Yunzhi said: "Don't just eat wontons, let's have some side dishes." He gestured to the side dishes on the table, "It's salty and fragrant, that's the taste. What's the point of the noodles."

Gu Yan paused, lifted his chopsticks, and touched the dishes on the table.

Unexpectedly, before the tip of the chopsticks touched the edge of the dish, a strong force struck and hit the edge of the table heavily.

Cheng Yu's hand trembled, he couldn't hold the big bowl firmly, and the soup almost spilled all over the hem of his robe.

Fortunately, Gu Yan reacted much faster than him, and the surge of spiritual power struck him, stabilizing the bottom of the bowl for him.

However, because they had no time to take care of it, the wooden table under their hands was slammed into the air, hitting the person at the next table, and they were turned on their backs, making a mess.

Those side dishes that I didn't taste also fed the floor tiles.

Gu Yan closed his eyes, Cheng Yuzhi patted his arm comfortingly, and stood up.

He was a little angry, frowned and said with a smile: "Brother, don't leave the place where others eat when you fight."

The one who smashed the table was a young man with a gray face and a beard. He was ruffian, and the wonton soup spilled from the next table was stained on his sleeves and necklines.

He sighed and stood up, shouting: "I'm not lying, your house is haunted!"

Cheng Yuzhi looked at the reputation, and the other middle-aged man who started the action was more rigid, wearing a wide-sleeved Taoist robe, but it's a pity that the flustered expression on his face broke the little bit of immortality.

"Hu, what nonsense!" He said in a panic, "The house I live in, can I know if it is haunted?!"

"Don't fucking talk nonsense!"

It's really strange, is this ghost wholesale?Why are ghosts everywhere?

Cheng Yuzhi immediately thought of "Wang Fugui's Haunted Story" in Chenghua, and later found out that he had actually practiced the evil method of cannibalism.

Cheng Yunzhi interjected: "Brother..."

The middle-aged Taoist: "I will pay you money!"

Cheng Yunzhi followed the trend and closed his mouth.

Then it's none of his business.

Cheng Yuzhi called for the boss, and gave them a new order: "The money will be credited to this old man's account."

Here Fengpingyundan continued to drink wonton soup, there was no table, so he just sat on a chair, holding the bowl with his hands.

Gu Yan obviously seldom made such a move, no matter how awkward he was holding it, he finally had to put it on the tray sent by the boss, watching the poor little boss of the wonton stand dragging away the broken wooden table.

Cheng Yuzhi looked at him with a smile, and his mood was not interrupted by the episode.

Holding the bowl in one hand, he tapped Gu Yan's wrist: "It's better served this way."

Gu Daojun imitated his appearance, clasped the bottom of the bowl with his fingers, put his thumb on the side of the bowl, and rested the chopsticks in his other hand, very unfamiliar.

The more Cheng Yuzhi watched, the more amazed he became: "I thought you could know chopsticks."

Gu Yan whispered: "I haven't eaten Fanshi for a long time."

"The relationship is good. There is nothing else in Changjin, except that there are a lot of delicious food, enough for you to eat for a year and a half without getting tired,"

Accompanied by the sound of the quarrel, Cheng Yunzhi pointed to Jiangshan in a majestic manner, "I will take you to the back street later, where the most food is eaten."

"...I saw ghosts that day! You are so dark! How can you be like this? Wearing a Taoist robe, you are actually a liar!"

The young people who were still fighting and fighting became angry.

He still thinks this is a decent person, bah!In fact, the brain is sick!

He stood up in pain, and clapped his hands vigorously, attracting the attention of the whole teahouse, and people on the street looked over, "This is the man, everyone, see clearly! His house was crying and howling in the middle of the night last night. There was a demon wind blowing from the yard, and black Smoke! I see it all!

This person ran out from the back door, yelling and screaming as he ran. Look, is this my problem or his problem? ! "

He pointed at the nose of the middle-aged man in the gray robe and shouted, his face turned green and white.

Hearing this, everyone commented: "This, there is something really wrong..."

"Who would run into the street in the middle of the night and yell."

"I've seen it too. When he came back from the mountain that day, he was sneaky and didn't know what he was doing."

The middle-aged man shouted angrily: "You are the fucking sneaky! My house accidentally flooded, isn't it normal to smoke! What nonsense are you talking about?!"

"Look, how can normal people be so excited."

"So it's like oh, I've had..."

He was so angry that the boss just ran out from behind and approached him with an abacus in his hand: "Guest officer, including the damaged tables and chairs, and the dishes of other guests, the total is one tael of silver." ..."

This hits the muzzle.

The middle-aged man's blood surged, he took out a handful of copper coins from his pocket, threw his head and face on the boss.

The owner of the wonton stall was in pain from being smashed, and yelled, he took a few steps back.

Everyone said anxiously: "You man! Why are you still beating people!"

A few copper coins bounced out, and they were about to fall into the wonton bowl that Cheng Yunzhi was holding.

Cheng Yunzhi sighed and put aside the bowl in his hand.

The chopsticks in his hand popped out, and the small chopsticks were pushed up and picked up. The series of copper coins flew back crackling like wings, and they all hit the middle-aged man on the forehead.

He yelled: "Ah!"

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on Cheng Yunzhi, and hurriedly shouted: "Immortal Master! It's the magic of the Immortal Family!"

Cheng Yuzhi said helplessly: "Everyone, it's just a little technique, it can't be called magic."

He stood up slowly, and bowed his hands to everyone: "Everyone, peace is the most important thing. Whether this is a haunted or not, there is no truth or falsehood. I am afraid that only the host knows. If it does not affect others, let him go."

"But what if that ghost is going to come out to eat people! What about his neighbors!"

"That's right, isn't this the man who said whether there are ghosts or not?" referring to the young people who were quarreling.

The other party immediately raised his finger and swore to the sky: "What I said is true!"

"The immortal master believes me! Everything I say is true!"

Cheng Yuzhi helped him up, and said: "I'm just a storyteller, a speaker, and a writer of stories, uh... I'm really not a fairy teacher."

The middle-aged man said: "Anyway, there are no ghosts, so don't even think about calling the yamen, that's my house! You are not allowed to come in!!!"

After finishing speaking, with a bruised face, he flung his sleeves and left the wonton stall.

Cheng Yuzhi sat down again, and greeted everyone with a smile on his face: "Big fellow, let's eat, let's eat, the little wontons are delicious, and the soup is delicious too."

Someone asked him: "Master, you say you are... a storyteller? A writer of story books? What is this?"

Cheng Yunzhi: "Yes, yes, "Jie'a Xianjun vs. 72 Demon Generals", have you heard of it?"

Everyone was in awe: "So it's from you, it's welcome! Everyone in the teahouse is talking about this! What about the next time? This time I've heard it over and over again, countless times!"

Cheng Yuzhi cleared his throat and raised his chin: "I'll find a better place later and talk about it myself."

"Good!" Everyone applauded!

After eating the little wontons, the two of them went back together.

As a result, Cheng Yuzhi was holding the key lazily, and when he opened the door of his own house, he saw the middle-aged man coming out of the neighbor's house, swaggering and locking it with ease.

Cheng Yunzhi: "Today is really nice."

The middle-aged man turned around and said in horror, "Why are you guys!"

Cheng Yunzhi: "You are my neighbor as the co-author!"