Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

In the huge hall, Moxiu was covered in blood, hanging from his body to the ground viscously.

He seemed to be overwhelmed by a higher level of spiritual suppression, biting his tongue, creaking and struggling, unable to speak a complete sentence for a long time.The spine was broken inch by inch, and every inch of annihilated sound was swallowed by him.

Cheng Yunzhi turned around and lowered his eyes.

When he looked at people, he would only feel that this person was passionate and romantic, a wanderer wandering around the world and walking along the river clapping hands and singing poems.

But when you smile with your eyes down, there is an extraordinarily fragile beauty.

The sharp long sword in his hand whistled softly and buzzed.

Gu Yan noticed and asked, "Meteor's sword?"

Cheng Yunzhi shook his head: "No, it's someone else's, I'm just using it temporarily."

After saying this, the sword couldn't bear it any longer. In his hand, the buzzing sound became louder and louder, as if urging him to solve the matter.

Cheng Yuzhi stroked its sword body with a smile, and comforted him: "Don't worry."

He patted Gu Yan's arm, he was radiant, and he had fully recovered: "A Yan, let go of the spiritual pressure, I will deal with him."

Gu Yan seemed to disagree: "This evil cultivator used evil methods to elevate his realm to the level of a Nascent Soul. Without enough spiritual power blessing, I'm afraid he won't be able to cut off his neck."

Cheng Yuzhi still knows that the physical body improves with the great realm.

But the young Daoxiu still insisted: "I just want to teach those who stole from my house a lesson."

He spoke lightly, Gu Yan sighed softly, his flat palms loosened slightly, and the Moxiu who was imprisoned in mid-air and unable to move turned over and hit the ground with a plop.

Cheng Yuzhi held the sword and pointed down. As he walked forward, the sword tip slashed across the mud and sand on the ground, leaving a long and clear mark.

Finally, he stopped in front of Moxiu's messy head and pointed his long sword at him.

The tone remained unchanged: "Did you steal the plaque from my house?"

The demon cultivator was crushed to pieces all the meridians and every inch of his bones were broken, yet he can still laugh now.

"Ha, hahaha..." His seven orifices were bleeding, and he laughed miserably, "It's just a wooden sign, and there is a Daoxiu coming to kill me..."

Cheng Yuzhi said: "Open your dog eyes and look at this head full of human lives. Alright, now let's ask the last question: Did you see anyone when you were stealing the plaque?"

Moxiu said: "People? Who? Who are you...cough..."

He spat out a mouthful of blood, curled up on the ground and didn't move. It took a long time before he laughed wildly, "Of course I saw the beautiful female relatives, a few children, a few Daoists, and an old man, right? Killed... I killed them all, leaving no one behind, hahahahahahaha!"

With a puff, the tip of the sword sank into the soft skin, and the head was decapitated cleanly. Mo Xiu's head was shifted, revealing a bowl-sized scar.

The sword trembled so much that Cheng Yuzhi could hardly hold it.

He stroked the sword gently: "Don't get too excited."

It took a long time for the long sword to stabilize, and with a reluctant hum, it curled the blade, and returned to its dead and silent appearance, losing its luster.

Cheng Yunzhi followed its will, stuffed it into the scabbard, and sealed it in a mustard bag.

Gu Yan said: "This long sword has a spirit."

Cheng Yuzhi was absent-minded, thinking about something: "It does have a soul. When it was in the hands of my senior brother, it was having fun every day. Even the dog at the gate of the pavilion could worship it."

"...It's hard to see."

Cheng Yuzhi smiled slightly, and patted the dirt on his outer robe. The Moxiu's body was still behind him, and he looked like a normal person.

"There are not many animals in the sect, but all the living ones are somewhat related to it—either they are big brothers, or they are called sisters and sisters. They are very close."

Gu Yan: "Does it have a name?"

Cheng Yunzhi: "Yes, call,"

He suddenly got stuck and scratched his chin in doubt: "What's it called... Oh yes, Boge, it's called Bogejian. It's been too long since I called it, look at my memory."

The young man slapped his head and pointed to the unlucky cocoons on the ceiling: "Ayan, put them down."

Young Master Xueyi's fingertips slid across, the filaments broke, and the blood-colored long cocoons fell one after another. When they were about to fall to the ground, they suddenly slowed down and slowly touched the dust.

The spiritual power was like fire, scattered on the surface of the blood-colored long cocoon.

Gradually burning, the blood cocoon wrapped in evil magic was burned away, revealing the swollen figure inside.

The white filaments all over the sky swayed with the wind, Cheng Yuzhi closed his palms together and bowed to them.

I thought: Changjin should be free from evil law.

Before leaving, Cheng Yuzhi found this handbook in the secret room of his lord. It must be the "good thing" that the middle-aged Taoist said, recording the shocking transfer formation.

Oh, I found an action record by chance, which recorded two paths in detail.

The first is to spread quietly among mortals, and to cut leeks when the time comes; the other is to hide treasures in hidden caves in the mountains, which greatly improves the credibility.

Cheng Yuzhi was helpless, these days Moxiu also planned to surrender without fighting, and waited for the prey to hit the tree by itself.

During this time, Gu Yan followed behind him without saying a word.

Cheng Yunzhi stepped into the blood-colored hall, and the windmill rushed up to meet him. He wanted to grab Cheng Yunzhi's sleeve, but when he saw the figure behind the young man, he withdrew his hand without saying a word.

It's a pity that with a longing face, he was still caught by Gu Yan.

Gu Yan didn't make a sound, just glanced at him, knowing the interest of the windmill, and silently retreated to the back.

But Cheng Yunzhi didn't see the movement between them, he hugged the little boy who couldn't reach his shoulder, and said, "What are you doing after walking this far, are you frightened?"

The little boy glanced at Gu Yan, and said solemnly: "I am a spirit puppet, and the magic cultivator can't scare me."

Cheng Yunzhi: "That is also a spirit doll who is not very old."

Seeing that his speech was not as good as before, Gu Yan thought that he was frightened by Moxiu's words.

After being silent for a long time, when the corpses of demon cultivators passed by all over the road and approached the gate, he said softly: "Yuzhi, don't take his words to heart."

Cheng Yunzhi turned his head: "What?"

Gu Yan organized his words, and he felt even more sad if he didn't want him: "What Moxiu said must be nonsense."

The young man with white skin kept looking at him, the lights were orange, and the flames danced slightly, casting bright halos in his pupils.

Cheng Yunzhi said: "You are not talking nonsense."

Suddenly, he laughed and said: "Did Ah Yan think I believed it? How is it possible! I knew from a young age that I, my senior brother and my master are the only ones in the sect. Sir! Where did the flowery female family members and children come from!"

"Also, look at this plaque,"

He patted the big lump in his hand, "No scars, no damage, it means that my master and senior brother are still on the long journey and haven't come back. The magic cultivator has never met anyone at all, so he can only steal a brand to town row Face, isn't it funny?"

He blinked, raised his eyebrows at people, and his expression became vivid again.

Windmill interjected at the right time: "But you were really sad just now."

Cheng Yuzhi calmly said, "Kids, don't interrupt."

Fengche: "I am a spirit doll!!!"

The young man scratched his chin with his fingertips, sighed, and finally admitted: "Oh, I haven't seen my master and brother for a long time, and I really miss them."

After thinking about it for a long time, he finally made a final decision: "I still have to go back and have a look, maybe my house has been turned upside down by the devil."

Gu Yan came back to his senses, seeing the young man reaching out to him with a smile on his face.

The bottomless pool of water flows in his eyes, overflowing with splendor, the peach blossom eyes are slightly raised, and the fingertips are as white as jade.

He issued an invitation: "Come to my house?"

The fog in the mountains completely dissipated when Venerable Demon Cultivator died, and the mountains and forests returned to calm.

As soon as the hunters who were still hitting the wall looked up, they saw the sun's light passing through the gaps in the leaves and falling to the world. Some people were in a daze, as if they saw a corner of some exquisite buildings in the depths of the mountainside.

When I calmed down and looked again, the building disappeared, and I couldn't help wondering if it was my hallucination.

Later, when I went down the mountain and talked about it with someone, the other person suddenly realized that they had seen the same scene!

After more and more rumors, Changjin soon spread the word, saying that there is a fairy house on the back mountain, and ordinary people can't find it.

In the scorching sun, the snow-colored clothes are particularly dazzling.

Cheng Yunzhi stood at the gate of the sect, and hung the plaque upright on it again.

He also stepped back and tilted his head to look at it, and felt that the plaque he hung was the best in the world, so he nodded with great satisfaction.

He entered the door and shouted first: "Master! Brother! I'm here!!!"

Stepping into the porch, no one responded.

Gu Yan looked around, and saw that there were scenery everywhere, step by step into the painting, the cornice gallery, the flowing clouds and long waterfalls flying down from the height of the back mountain, the gurgling stream, and the sound of ding-dong water can be heard endlessly.

There are planted shade trees everywhere, as well as exquisite and small gazebos.

On the pillars of the pavilion is engraved: I am here!

Windmill gasped!

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

How come the words he engraved when he was a child are still on it, and he hasn't scraped it off? !

He yelled: "Don't look! Don't even look! Go, go, go!!!"

Behind it is the main hall of the sect and the wing room where they live, and there is a clever meaning everywhere.

Gu Yan originally thought that he had reached a dead end, but when he turned the corner, he was suddenly enlightened and came to a new world.

Soon, they came to the small hall, introduced by Cheng Yuzhi, this is their habitual residence.

Fengche was puzzled: "Then those wing rooms in front can't be occupied by people?"

Cheng Yuzhi: "That's all for the purpose of bluffing the visitors. We, the master and the apprentice, actually live in the back. We live comfortably in the small house, and we can get everything within reach."

As he spoke, he walked to the center of the hall, picked up the only jug of wine on the table, and took out some glasses.

Facing the southeast direction, Cheng Yuzhi muttered: "Hey, this cup is for Master. Hey, this cup is for Senior Brother."

As he said that, he filled the cups with wine one after another, poured it casually, and it was gone.

"It's not easy for them to go out. If you send two glasses of wine, it's a mouthful."

Gu Yan glanced away and said nothing.

Fengche was puzzled: "It's all spilled on the ground, where is it for people to drink, you can't drink it unless you go to hell."

Cheng Yuzhi thought, it seems to be the reason: "You are right. Then I will toast when they come back."

As he spoke, he took the two of them for a stroll to the back mountain of the Zongmen, stepping on the stone arch bridge with the sound of water.

The environment darkened again, this time it was no longer the darkness of the magic cultivator, on the contrary, it was extraordinarily quiet like a paradise.He brushed aside the hanging vines and walked in.

What appeared in front of him was a huge stone wall, the stone wall was deep and shallow, and there were many stone gates inlaid.

Like gods and Buddhas all over the sky, spreading all over the sky.

But behind every door, there is a gentle breath, which seems to be caring for their descendants.

Gu Yan concentrated her attention, and found that these stone gates were new and old, but the carving marks on them were almost all made in the past hundred years.

Cheng Yunzhi knelt down beside him and said loudly.

"My disciple is not filial. I have been wandering outside for such a long time. I didn't sweep the dust at the door for my ancestors. I took a bucket and poured it one by one. There is absolutely no dust left. It is better than cleaning. "

As he was talking, he heard the sound of knees landing next to him.

Gu Yan also knelt beside him with a solemn expression.

"Everyone," Gu Yan lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Accept my worship."