Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Together with its owner, Changshufeng finally regained its former calm.

Occasionally, the guests who came here were also surprised to find that the spirit dolls who received them finally did not put on a dead face without a mother all the year round, and finally showed the vigor of a young child.

Some people are curious, after all, the matter of Chang Shufeng is also the top priority of their sect.

"... Has something good happened recently?"

Xiaotong didn't care at all, and happily announced: "Young Master Cheng has woken up, everyone is very happy!"

Mr. Cheng?

Oh, it's that one, the first disciple accepted by Xianjun in public, the beloved little disciple in the palm of his hand.

Something happened to this one before, and he was unconscious for a long time.

Among them, Xianjun is also like Bingtuozi on the top of the peak, covered in frost and cold, going straight alone, but if anyone messes with him, Bingtuozi can immediately become explosives.

Crackling, the person who offended him hacked to death, the head almost knelt down to him and begged the immortal to calm down.

Hey, the uncrowned emperor, this temper is also normal.

So someone tentatively asked: "I heard that Mr. Cheng has recovered from his injuries, can you ask me to come in and visit?"

If you can't have a good relationship with Xianjun, you can have a good relationship with his apprentice, it's the same!

Xiaotong glanced at him, fully aware of the twists and turns in people's hearts.

He cleared his throat and said, "...No."

Although the person has woken up, the wound in his heart... I am afraid it will take time to heal.

These days, Cheng Yunzhi has been living on Changshu Peak, and has hardly ever gone out.

He said almost, and only went out once. He went back to Changshu Peak, saying that he wanted to clean up the ancestral rankings.

In order not to go to hell after death, and be scolded as sloppy by the ancestor pointing at the nose.

Gu Yan was not at ease, but he had no choice but to let Cheng Yunzhi go back.

As a result, it was okay at the beginning, but later on Cheng Yuzhi gradually became reticent, going back and forth between the bedroom and the library like a ghost, living ignorantly as if he was still in an illusion.

He also gradually became in a trance, and often wanted to call Gu Yan's name, but couldn't say the specific name.

Sometimes I like to babble, calling Master and Senior Brother.

When they turned around and couldn't see them, tears fell a drop or two on their own.

It hit Gu Yan's fingertips.

Xianjun keenly sensed that something was wrong, and immediately brought him back to Changshu Peak to recuperate.

Hey.

Xiaotong sighed sadly for a while, unable to say that he was "good" at all.

"Next time, next time," the little boy sniffled, sobbing like a real child, "Maybe Xianjun will be able to cure it soon."

He couldn't bear it anymore, so he ran to the kitchen, brought a tray of steamed buns with sandwiches, and wanted to send them to Mr. Cheng, who likes to eat and drink, and touched the wrinkles between his eyebrows, trying to smooth them out for him.

Unfortunately, as soon as he came out of the kitchen, he was cut off by the big steward, Fengche.

I had no choice but to continue to entertain guests in the front hall.

Fengche knew where Cheng Yunzhi was, he carried the tray he had snatched from another boy, walked lightly, and walked to a balcony on the second floor of the bedroom.

There, the tulle curtains fluttered slightly, revealing a faint figure behind.

Cheng Yunzhi leaned on the recliner, with a thin quilt on his body, and curled himself into a ball.

Propping himself up on his elbows, he was dozing peacefully.

The cool wind is blowing, and the temperature is just right - the wind controlled by the fairy's barrier cannot blow in an inappropriate temperature.

Suddenly, a child's head appeared from behind, and the sleepy Cheng Yuzhi pressed the head.

Fengche glared at him: "Why are you here? What if you can't sleep well before?"

The little boy rubbed Cheng Yunzhi's palm, and said aggrievedly: "It was him who made me not have to leave."

Cheng Yunzhi was half asleep and half awake, his hands were rubbed back and forth, itching to death.

He grabbed the flesh of his cheek with his backhand, rubbed it, and opened his eyes satisfied, only to see the spirit puppet tearing under his hand, and he almost accused him of being frivolous.

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

Guiltily, he turned over and lay on his back lazily: "What's wrong? I seem to smell the aroma of steamed buns, and they seem to have my favorite sandwich—isn't it?"

He looked back at the windmill, his upper and lower eyelids folded, and he looked very pretty when he smiled.

Windmill put the tray on the small coffee table and looked at him worriedly.

Ever since Cheng Yunzhi was brought back by Xianjun, it was inevitable that he would spend a lot more time in deep sleep, fearing that there might be hidden dangers or hidden wounds somewhere.

Fengche replied obediently: "Someone with a heart."

Cheng Yuzhi praised: "Windmill is the one who knows me."

So the three squatted together, eating and drinking happily or not so happily.

After eating, Cheng Yunzhi breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that the two children were still sad, he stroked their heads soothingly: "It's not a big deal, Ah Yan said, and I will recover after a while."

The little boy grabbed his hand and said aggrievedly: "But two days ago, when Zhizhi woke up, the first sentence he said was 'When did my Changjin Mountain become so luxurious', doesn't this mean that it hasn't recovered yet? .”

Cheng Yuzhi remained silent, and the two children almost cried with each other.

There was a sound from the door, and the snow-clothed fairy appeared behind the tulle, and walked in front of Cheng Yuzhi in a moment.

Mr. Cheng glanced at him, yawned, and moved into the recliner to make room.

He patted the chair: "Xianjun sit down for a while?"

Xiaotong saw the right moment, made a decisive decision, rushed up, and before Gu Yan sat down, he took the seat next to Gu Yan.

Gu Yan: "..."

In the end, it was the windmill that took the child away, so don't disturb the affairs between the adults.

Xianjun did not refuse.

He straightened his robe, sat down calmly, and went to hold Cheng Yuzhi's hand.

Daoxiu's hands are weak and boneless, not because of how well he maintains them, but because he really has no strength in his hands, and even the flesh is weak and limp.

Fortunately, after many days of cultivation, this hand has finally grown to a certain temperature, and it will not freeze people after touching it.

"How was your day?"

Gu Yan stared at him, stretched out his hand, and lifted Cheng Yun's forehead hair, "I have been in the illusion for a long time, and my energy and spirit have been exhausted, so I am naturally not used to it when I come out."

Cheng Yuzhi said listlessly: "I know, I'm not used to it. But there is nothing missing on my body, it's a lucky ending."

He hooked his hands, and Gu Yan leaned over obediently, and the two exchanged a long kiss.

Xianjun's long eyelashes drooped, and Cheng Yuzhi said slowly: "Sometimes I suddenly can't tell where this is. What about the town I lived in? What about the street I just walked? And my Changjin Mountain. "

"Do you still recognize Xuantianzong?"

"Maybe I only recognize Chang Shufeng." Cheng Yuzhi retracted again, scratching Gu Yan's palm like a cat, "I will recognize it again after I recover."

"What else do you recognize?"

Cheng Yuzhi actually thought about it seriously, and suddenly realized: "I can still think of people I knew before, such as Zitao..."

Gu Yan looked at him, his eyebrows aggrieved: "You still recognize him."

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

Mr. Cheng was already immune to the beauty's frowning. He leaned back and said comfortably, "Cheng just lost some memories, he didn't really lose his soul and become a fool."

Seeing that Gu Yan was still silent, Xiao Cheng had no choice but to scratch his palm suggestively, and was grabbed by someone.

"Tell Zitao to take me to the outside of the peak to find out the way later, it only takes a while to remember everything." Cheng Yunzhi comforted him.

In the end, good guy, Xianjun immediately came up with a new idea that was not so Xianjun, Cheng Yuzhi thought it seemed to be okay, but his eyelids twitched.

Gu Yan said: "You don't need him, I'll take you to see the way."

Cheng Yuzhi thought about the scene, they flew through the clouds, enjoying the cool wind and clouds in the sky.

Xianjun pointed down, explaining to him little by little where this is and where this is.

It sounds really good, even though the sect occupies a vast area, it takes less than half a day to identify important landmarks.

Cheng Yunzhi readily agreed, "That's a good idea."

After Cheng Yunzhi regained some strength, Gu Yan really took him out of Changshu Peak, and Jie'a Shenjian was reduced to a man-carrying tool, and he flew through the air with the help of Xianjun and his disciples.

Kankan flew a little distance away from Changshu Peak, and Gu Yan stopped.

Following the force of his turning back, Cheng Yuzhi also looked over.

"This is the main hall of Changshu Peak, the main hall, and behind it is the bedroom and the residence of the disciples. Of course, you are the only one here," Gu Yan introduced. The top of the peak is the martial arts training ground. If you feel better, come to practice swords."

The delicate and delicate Cheng looked at his nose and nose, and thought to himself, practicing sword is very tiring.

After introducing everything about Changshu Peak, Cheng Yunzhi originally thought that the divine sword would take people into the air, but he didn't expect that the two of them stepped on the flat bluestone slab of the mountain path.

Gu Yan stood on the steps of the next floor, and Xianjun stretched out his hand to him in a huff.

Cheng Yuzhi looked at his outstretched hand, feeling a little guilty.

"We, can't we just take a look in the air?" Mr. Cheng's voice trailed off.

Gu Yan said innocently: "Actually, I mainly want to take it out for a walk, to enjoy some fresh air, so that I can't be bored in the room all the time."

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

Can't he just go out for a walk by himself and have some fun?

Want you to bring it? !

"All right, all right," Cheng Yunzhi said helplessly, and put his hand in his palm very hastily, "Go slowly, or I won't be able to walk."

Gu Yan said: "Naturally, I will walk very slowly."

He pronounced the last two words emphatically.

Cheng Yuzhi always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

When he was completely out of the range of Changshu Peak and walked to the avenue scattered with scattered disciples, Mr. Cheng suddenly realized: he was cheated! ! !

What came out for a walk!

It's all nonsense, the point is still the two holding hands!

As the number of disciples around them increased, as soon as they appeared, everyone's eyes fell, and without any surprise, they began to straighten, opened their mouths wide, and looked suspiciously at Cheng Yuzhi and Gu Yan back and forth.

Most people don't know Xianjun... But they see Senior Brother Cheng!

Who else can pull Senior Brother Cheng like this, who looks like a fairy boy!

Only a small number of people touched their chins in doubt.

"Who is that, the one next to Senior Brother Xiao Cheng?"

"Is he a new junior brother? He looks so fresh, I've never seen him before..."

As a result, the person he knew slapped his head fiercely, and he was heartbroken: "You elm head!!!"

As Cheng Yunzhi walked, goose bumps appeared all over his body, and he was almost embarrassed.

He twitched his hand indiscriminately, but at this time Gu Yan's grip was so tight that he couldn't pull it out.

Mr. Cheng was expressionless: "Gu Xianjun, you look like a peacock spreading its tail."

Gu Yan: "It's not open now, I'll show you when I go back."

Xiao Cheng: "..."

Even if the purpose is to secretly show off the relationship between the two, and to show everyone the Taoist couple who can finally be kidnapped, Xianjun still dutifully helps Xiao Cheng regain his memory.

"Disciple Square, the school is at the other end of the past, and the cafeteria is at the next end."

They walked for a while, Cheng Yuzhi was already numb to all kinds of gazes, he just wanted to walk quickly, and let Xianjun finish what he needed to say.

Finally, I came to a familiar building.

Gu Yan raised his head and glanced at the plaque: "This is Xuantianzong's bookstore, which has printed and published the disciples' letters. Before that, the scripts were also published here."

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

Xiao Cheng slapped it on, covered his mouth, and broke down, "I remembered it, I remembered it all!"

Xianjun said calmly: "Don't you plan to finish the second half?"

Cheng Yunzhi: "Write about your grandpa!!!"