Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Gu Yan only thinks that he is thin-skinned, if he reveals his identity now, his family's Yunzhi will probably run to the west of the mainland overnight with the script written.

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When the relationship is familiar, deep, and inseparable, at that time, at most, these things will be treated as a joke.

Cheng Yunzhi had never explored the twists and turns in the heart of the gentleman beside him.

He ate and drank in bed for two days, finally defeated his laziness, got up lazily from the bed, and raised his hand to beckon the little boy: "The transparent mirror I put on the table, can you bring it for me?"

...in fact, I'm too lazy to do it.

Xiaotong nodded ignorantly, and ran over to fetch the mirror for him.

Cheng Yunzhi took it skillfully, injected spiritual power into it, and the mirror surface rippled like ripples, and Gu Yan's voice came from the other end: "Yezhi?"

This is how they used to communicate with mirrors.

Only sound, no picture.

They don't even know each other's name, and they can talk about everything from today's weather to what book they read today.

Cheng Yuzhi turned over, lying on his back limp, the little boy took the opportunity to bring a glass of water over, clumsily trying to feed him water, almost wet Cheng Yunzhi's neckline, he took the glass with a smile.

The little boy was at a loss.

Cheng Yunzhi turned his head and smiled, "You doll is too... you actually raised me like a child, and you plan to feed me water?"

Gu Yan pronounced the words clearly, but perhaps because of the mirror, Cheng Yuzhi always felt that his voice was much calmer and indifferent than before.

"Well," Gu Yan responded, and asked, "Isn't it good?"

Mr. Cheng laughed loudly and said, "This is a waste that I can't be raised with clothes on."

Gu Yan also laughed.

His voice was extremely low, and Cheng Yuzhi felt his ears warm when he heard it: "I like it."

Cheng Yuzhi: "No, no, no, there is no such thing. Don't talk about it, I'm getting up, and you should come back earlier."

As he spoke, he rolled over and got out of bed, and after washing, the boy brought him a tray of breakfast.

Gu Yan seemed to have something happened in the cave, and he had to go back to take charge of the overall situation.

Hey, look at what he said, whether it's a famous family, or a rich and powerful boss, Cheng Yuzhi doesn't want to care about these things, just let it go, just be content with this moment.

...He didn't want to delve into Gu Yan's identity, but felt that this relationship would not last long.

Now the boss of Nascent Soul is probably just trying something new and spending two days as a partner with him.

After breakfast, a series of children filed in.

Some were holding copper washbasins, some were holding white towels, some were holding aromatherapy, and some were holding spirit tea, and they lined up one by one to get in front of Cheng Yunzhi.

Mr. Cheng had never seen such a battle before. The children he had seen in the past were all lively and mischievous, and they would not let go of the corners of his clothes, so he was able to knock their brains off one by one, laughing and cursing a few words.

But the ones in front of them, although they are spirit puppets, are too cute.

In the end, they could only touch their hair helplessly, holding spirit tea, pretending to be doing nothing, wandering to the vestibule, looking at the potted plants and the shallow pond.

He sighed: "It's like this every year, doesn't it raise a standard waste?"

After all, I took a sip of tea.

Eloquent fragrance, really delicious.

Where can I hear movement from the neighbor's house, like the sound of wet cloth strips being dragged across the ground.

It was behind the fence, not far from Cheng Yunzhi.

Holding the tea in his hand, he waved to the little boy who was not far away: "Help me find a stool to step on."

It turned out that the middle-aged Taoist neighbor was setting up the formation.

Cheng Yuzhi looked at it, then frowned, and called him two words: "Old brother! Old man!"

But Taoist was so absorbed in it that he didn't hear anyone calling him at all.

He didn't know where he found the blueprint of the formation, but it was so rare that he had to draw the formation in the yard early in the morning.

The middle-aged Taoist wiped off his sweat, and walked quickly in four directions, east, west, north, south, and middle, muttering words.

I saw him swinging his arm vigorously, splashing cinnabar, and rolling a bright red mark on the ground.

It seems that a lot of other materials are needed. The middle-aged Taoist went to the backyard and moved out a lot of things.

He was sweating from exhaustion, but when he thought of the content recorded in the simple notes, he was suddenly full of motivation.

He wants to become strong and regain everything he lost...

Drawing an array is not an easy job, especially for a monk's array. While arranging it, injecting spiritual power into it, there is no room for distraction.

His spiritual power was almost exhausted, and he was turned into a mummy, crumbling.

But fortunately, the formation is finally about to be drawn.

With a loud bang, the keg in his hand fell to the ground.

Panting heavily, he wiped the sweat off his head and realized that he was already sweating profusely, and his arm muscles were convulsed.

It turned out that the sun was hanging above the Tianling Gai, and it was so hot that the top of his head was hot and the ends of his hair were scorched.

The middle-aged Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, and lowered his head to check for any flaws in this huge and complicated formation.

In a hidden cave in the back mountain of Changjin, he picked up this ancient manuscript, which recorded several formations.

As mentioned above, this formation will gather the spiritual power of the heavens and the earth, gradually transform the surrounding things, and form an exclusive "wealth-gathering basin" for the owner to transfer.

If it had been before, the middle-aged Taoist would have scoffed at it and scolded it as "children's talk".

But during this period of time, he was really unlucky.

Seeing the good luck in this record, he was so fascinated that he drew the picture of the formation.

He also pretended to be smart, dug a hole in the back mountain, and buried the notes in one piece.

He casually wiped his sweat on the hem of his robe, thinking to himself that he had some understanding of the formation, and he could indeed see that this formation had the effect of gathering spirits.

This cannot be seen by other monks, otherwise, if he is learned away, most of his spiritual energy will be taken away...

At this moment, the sun tilted slightly.

It seems that he has bowed his head for too long, is he hallucinating?

How did he see a lump protruding from the wall?

You can even hear the crisp voice of the little boy, shouting: "My lord, it's time to go down to the wall for lunch."

He tilted his head, just in time to meet the eyes of a head on the wall.

The black hair on his head was loosely curled, piled on his shoulders and neck like a dark cloud, and his expression was tired. It seemed that he had been on the wall for a long time.

Middle-aged Taoist: "..."

Cheng Yuzhi smiled and nodded at him: "The technique of drawing the formation is good."

So Shi Shi ran down the wall and was led by the boy to have lunch.

Taoist; "..."

He took a deep breath, his blood surged, he rushed out of the door, knocked on the door of his neighbor's thick house, and slammed it hard: "Come out! You thief! Peep at other people's things!"

With a creak, the wooden door opened.

Cheng Yunzhi, who was supposed to appear in the small hall, appeared in the yard, behind the door.

He leaned against the door, completely squinted his eyes, and said, "Brother, I just heard a suspicious sound, and thought the neighbor's house was broken into."

"Then you didn't look at it openly, but sneaked around and peeped at me for so long?!" The middle-aged Taoist took a step forward aggressively.

This is wronged, Cheng Yuzhi called him many times, but he didn't answer.

Cheng Yuzhi: "I see Brother Dao is engrossed, so I'm sorry to interrupt you." He made up a casual excuse.

Middle-aged Taoist: "Fart!"

Cheng Yunzhi: "Hey, civilized people, don't say dirty words."

Middle-aged Taoist: "Do you just want to secretly learn my formation, and then change your luck?!"

Cheng Yunzhi glanced at him and saw that his hair was disheveled, his clothes were ragged, and his shoes were covered with mud. If he didn't look at his status as a Taoist cultivator, he would look like a small beggar in a bridge hole. No wonder others think he has something wrong.

He retracted his gaze: "I'm not good enough to learn this."

Out of kindness, Cheng Yunzhi reminded: "Brother, where did your formation come from?"

The middle-aged Taoist: "I am! I won't tell you!"

He jumped anxiously and went straight to Cheng Yu's house, wanting to see if he had similar materials for painting arrays.

Cheng Yunzhi was helpless, and said: "I kindly advise you, this is not something easy to get along with, after it is activated, I am afraid it will attract 'dirty things', among other things, my house will also suffer with you."

The middle-aged Taoist rolled his eyes: "No need. Take care of yourself."

He walked back, did not take two steps, jumped back again, and shouted: "I warn you! Don't steal my array!"

The only response to him was the sound of the puppet boy closing the door heavily.

Cheng Yunzhi returned to the house, took two mouthfuls of rice, pondered for a moment, and slowly put down his chopsticks.

If he remembered correctly, the formation that the middle-aged Taoist drew in the courtyard was exactly the same as the formation in Wang Fugui's house.

Except that some places are more precise, and it is more... in line with the structure of a monk.

Don't let your guard down.

Cheng Yunzhi waved his hand to call for the little boy, and when he approached, he took a closer look, and it was still the spirit doll whose hair was touched.

Before Cheng Yunzhi could speak, the little boy put on a straight face: "Young Master Cheng, you have to concentrate on eating." Inside and outside the words, he was blaming Cheng Yunzhi for thinking about things while eating.

Mr. Cheng touched his hair as a trick, trying to get away with it: "I just thought of some important issues, it's not that I didn't concentrate on eating..."

As he spoke, the little boy almost climbed up on the chair, brought the rice bowl and chopsticks to feed him, pursed his lips stubbornly, and stared at him without blinking.

Cheng Yuzhi turned pale with shock: "No no no no no! I'll eat! Eat!"

But after eating, he still told the little boy to keep an eye on the neighbor.

In the middle of the night, the watchman walked slowly through the street.

Holding the lamp, he illuminated every inch of the corner in front of him, clearly illuminating the lines on the wall at hand.

He has been a watchman for decades, and every foot and inch of this street is reflected in his heart.He dared to say that even with his eyes closed he could not go astray.

Seeing that a certain house seemed to have changed, he recalled it suspiciously, and suddenly realized.

By the way, a young man came in two days ago and changed the house in the frame, all the neighbors saw it.

It's a pity that this madman lives next to him... Cough, cough, cough.

It's hard to elaborate.

He was relieved, and when he passed the corner of this street, he suddenly heard the sound of wet cloth strips across the floor tiles.

Shhhhhhhhh

One after another, continuously, as if someone else was panting heavily, and the sound of water dripping was extremely penetrating.

He thought about who this family was, and finally remembered, this family is haunted!

This time I even forgot the words that came to my lips, and ran for my life wholeheartedly!

The middle-aged man who was panting and drawing a formation raised his head in confusion and looked outside the door.