Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Taking advantage of no one around, Cheng Yuzhi leaned over and asked mysteriously:

"So there really are ghosts?"

"No!!!"

The middle-aged man gave him a hard look, as if he was afraid of being seen about the layout of the house, he hastily locked the lock, wrapped himself in a robe and walked eastward.

Cheng Yuzhi watched his leaving back, raised his head and said to Gu Yan: "He has a problem."

Gu Yan: "I'm afraid there are some unusual things."

Incense was lit in the room, making people drowsy.

Especially after drinking the hot wonton soup, the mouth is full of delicious taste, which makes me sleepy.

Cheng Yunzhi fell on the wide bamboo chair, and took out a roll of paper from his arms.

He looked around: "A Yan, where did I put my pen?"

Gu Yan did not take out the pen and ink that he had put away, but took out a new pen from the Qiankun Ring and handed it to him.

Cheng Yuzhi took it casually, the ink was stained, and he felt something wrong when he wrote it.

He picked it up suspiciously and looked at it. The shaft of the pen was green and moist, the tip was long and smooth, without any impurities. Just holding it in his hand, he could feel the warmth of the tentacles, and even spiritual power slowly gathered from the outside.

He was surprised: "What kind of pen is this? It doesn't look like an ordinary product, but rather like a magic weapon somewhere."

Gu Yan Wensheng: "Yes, it is called Bihailuosheng, but it has the effect of concentrating spiritual energy. Don't take it to heart, just use it casually."

If he believed him, Cheng Yuzhi would have walked through so many towns in vain.

He couldn't laugh or cry: "It's not that I haven't heard the name Bihailuosheng, you don't need to coax me like that."

The Bihai Conch Sound is a good magical tool brush, which can clear the mind and concentrate the mind and gather spiritual power.

Just hanging it on the pen holder can act as a tiny spirit array, let alone holding it in your hand for a long time.

There is also a high-quality blue conch sound, and you can hear the sound of the sea waves rolling in while writing.

Cheng Yunzhi comforted him: "The sound of blue conch shells can be produced in ordinary places, so you don't have to worry about my bad mood. Although it's a bit extravagant to write a storybook with a magic weapon, it's not impossible to do so."

He lowered his head and slowly wrote two lines according to his heart. Just when he wanted to praise the smoothness of the brush, his ears trembled, as if he had opened up the second channel of Ren and Du.

A very clear sound of water, accompanied by the murmur of the sea waves, came from beside my ears.

Such a clear sound is definitely not the average quality of the Bihailuo sound.

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

"No," he said with difficulty, "...this is too extravagant."

……

The middle-aged man hurriedly returned to his door from the market.

When he opened the door, he suddenly remembered something, poked his head vigilantly, and looked at the movement of the neighbor's house.

Thinking of noon, that young man was able to pick up so many scattered copper coins with one chopstick, and even smashed them all on his head, which caused him to have a bump on his forehead, and the pain made him restless, and he had to go out to find a doctor to get medicine.

Furious, he kicked the corner of the neighbor's house hard, and before he could return to his own room, the door of the neighbor's house suddenly opened, and Cheng Yuzhi appeared behind him.

Mr. Cheng lazily said: "Your decorated room doesn't look like you can practice at all. The idea of ​​having fun is not important, remember?"

Gu Yan nodded and asked him, "Then what shall we buy?"

This Cheng Yunzhi can say a lot!

He immediately counted to him with his fingers: "We have to buy some things for the kitchen, and the front yard is too empty, and it would be nice to have some potted plants and fake scenes;"

He was confident: "And, you can't let me meditate on the bed."

Gu Yan seemed surprised: "Why?"

Although it is an old problem, it is not something that cannot be said: "I have such a strange problem. I want to lie down when I go to bed, and I want to sleep when I lie down. How can I have the energy to meditate and practice..."

The sound became farther and farther away, gradually disappearing on the side of the street, and was blocked by layers of crowds.

The middle-aged man wiped off his sweat, and wondered to himself.

It turned out that he was also a Taoist cultivator, no wonder he was able to beat him on the head secretly with one hand.

……etc!If you are also a monk, the things in the house cannot be discovered!

What ordinary people can't recognize, monks might be able to see at a glance!

He rushed in the door frantically, locked it with a bang, looked up at the wall, and found that the wall was not high enough, wishing it could be ten feet high!

The neighbors in the neighborhood saw him rushing into the door and muttered, "What's wrong with this man."

"Do things in a hurry."

"The door closes so loudly, I don't know how to do it lightly."

Cheng Yunzhi walked a long way before turning his head and taking a look at Yaoyao.

He thought for a while, and said, "There are things in that room that we cannot see. In this case, it is either a natural treasure, or something that is not tolerated by Daoist cultivators...evil methods?"

The crowd surged, pushing him and Gu Yan apart.

He thought about it for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that on the other side of the street where colorful clothes passed by, a plain white dress was particularly conspicuous.

Young Master Xueyi took a futon from a street vendor, and swung it forward.

Cheng Yunzhi: "...Pfft."

He quickly pushed aside the crowd and rushed over, said with a smile: "You have a good eye, this futon looks very strong."

Gu Yan said: "How many spirit stones?"

The peddler was stunned: "How many spirit stones...?"

Cheng Yuzhi held Gu Yan back, not allowing him to continue talking, took out a few copper coins and bought two futons.

Putting it in a mustard bag casually, Cheng Yunzhi scolded, "Hasn't Ah Yan been down to the mortal world for a long time? How can the prices be as inflated as Wang Fugui's house? Ordinary people use copper coins for their households, and the rich use silver taels—who uses Lingshi?"

Gu Yan looked at him innocently: "I'm used to using spiritual stones for settlement between monks."

Cheng Yunzhi smiled and said, "Then this habit has to be changed."

He casually picked up a paper pinwheel at hand, moved it to the side of Gu Yan's face, and before the other party could react, he blew it, and the wind blades whirled and turned.

Seeing that Gu Yan didn't react much, Cheng Yunzhi put it down in disappointment: "...Old Antique. Let's go, go over there and have a look."

He strode ahead, and the eyes behind him followed him without saying a word.

In the evening, they brought a lot of things back.

Thanks to the mustard bag, it is so easy to go out.

"If we were mortals, I'm afraid we would have fought at the door of the second store," Cheng Yuzhi joked, reaching out to open the door.

Gu Yan also imitated his tone and joked: "How can I beat Yunzhi?"

Before Cheng Yuzhi could reply, he was immediately overwhelmed by the unfamiliar voice.

He turned his head and stared suspiciously at the door of his own room, suspecting that there were countless strange uninvited guests standing inside, and small human voices came from the cracks.

With the ears of a monk, he could hear clearly.

Mr. Cheng was shocked: "A Yan! Thieves have broken into our house! And a whole bunch of people have broken in!!!"

He grabbed the mustard bag and began to consider whether to use a sword or a talisman.

Gu Yan chuckled and pushed open the door for him.

At that moment, countless gazes came to him, Cheng Yuzhi unconsciously grabbed the mustard seed bag, and said, "Everyone, this is my house, no welcome..."

He paused, his expression changed from vigilance to confusion: "This is?"

The courtyard was indeed full, and it was indeed full of people.

But these "people" have exquisite faces and petite figures, with dull eyes, complicated hair buns, hands in big sleeves, standing motionless and upright.

Even though they resemble real people, Cheng Yuzhi can tell from the slight traces that they are just hand-made puppets.

The snow-clothed man walked into the doll room and patted their heads, but there was no response.

Cheng Yuzhi opened his eyes wide in amazement, followed his example, and carefully touched the puppet's bun.Suddenly, the little boy touched by him raised his head, and said sharply, "Mr. Cheng."

As if the seal had been lifted, all the dolls in the room started to move.

Mr. Cheng hung his hand in the air, but didn't touch it: "Why, it's alive again?"

Gu Yan walked over from there, behind him was a whole bunch of moving dolls.They perform their duties, cleaning and weeding, all in order.

Another boy fetched water and held up the copper washbasin to him, with a towel hanging on the side to wipe his hands.

The boy puppet whose hair was touched by him kept a straight face, but remained motionless, allowing him to stroke the top of the hair.

For a moment, Cheng Yunzhi suddenly had the illusion of being confessed.

He was led to sit down, washed his hands well, and the food was placed on the table.

The little boy doll whose hair was touched stood behind him with his hands in his hands.

Cheng Yunzhi felt a little uncomfortable, and tried to coax him away: "I don't have anything to do here, you can help other people."

The little boy said seriously: "Mr. Cheng, eating is very important."

Gu Yan sat down opposite him, slowly shook out his robe, and set aside the bowls and chopsticks, only then did he seem to realize that Cheng Yuzhi had been staring at him.

He raised his head and smiled, his expression very relaxed and happy: "Meteor?"

Cheng Yuzhi rested his elbows on the table, rested his chin, and just looked at him quietly.

Gu Yan was meekly stared at by him for a long time before pushing the plate in front of him: "If you don't eat any more, the food will be cold."

Cheng Yuzhi said: "Generally speaking, whether it is Huayun brocade or Bihailuosheng, they are good things that can be bought as long as you have money."

Unmoved, Gu Yan pushed the plate again: "Let's eat."

Cheng Yuzhi continued: "But this kind of spirit doll cannot be bought with money."

He was a little thirsty. He looked at the small teacup in his hand, and the little boy quickly filled it with tea: "Besides, there are a large group of people in the yard. Ah Yan, you can't continue to coax me that it is cheap and worthless."

"I'm afraid it's... the suzerain who founded the sect, the elder of the great sect, isn't that kind of position?"

Only the sound of a child serving tea was left.

After a while, Gu Yan said: "I was just afraid that Yuzhi would not accept me, so I didn't say anything. I am not the head of any sect, nor an elder."

He paused and said slowly, "I..."

A chopstick slid along the table, and finally stopped in front of Gu Yan, interrupting his words.

Just listen to Cheng Yunzhi's slow voice: "This is enough, I don't care what your status is, come to my side, just be a mortal who knows how to use magic, eat mortal food, and do mortal things."

Gu Yan picked up the chopsticks, and the little boy next to him stepped forward to pick them up and wash them.

However, I heard him say: "Anyway, it's just a relationship, don't take it to heart if you know what so many things do."

Gu Yan was startled, and just about to say something, Cheng Yuzhi stopped talking.

He waved his chopsticks and showed a bright smile again: "Come and have a taste, I also want to try the craftsmanship of the spirit doll!"

After the meal, Gu Yan asked: "Yuzhi really doesn't care about my identity?"

With that being said, Cheng Yuzhi could only say: "As long as you are a good person, I don't care."

Gu Yan probed: "If I am a person at the level of Juan..."

Hearing this, Cheng Yunzhi was shocked, how could he still live!

So he repeatedly waved his hands and said: "That's not good! I wrote so many fairy tales, don't I have to save face!"

After a while, he sneaked up, approached vigilantly, and said, "Aren't you?"

Gu Yan paused, innocently: "How could it be?"

After a while, seeing that Cheng Yuzhi was still a little guilty, he comforted him and said, "It doesn't matter, the emperor is far away from the emperor, and we don't care about Yunzhi who wrote the script."

Cheng Yunzhi thought that this is indeed the truth: "It is indeed the case. The old man is busy practicing, so he can't manage a writing script."

But he saw the young man at the table setting up bowls and chopsticks, looking at him with burning eyes: "Then, let's eat."