Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

All the sunflowers turned their heads in unison, looked at Gu Yan, pursed their mouths in grievance, as if their heads were wilted after being watered too much.

Cheng Yuzhi smiled but wasn't a smile, he turned his head and brushed the ends of Gu Yan's hair.Mr. Gu obviously liked this, he narrowed his eyes as if enjoying himself, without any malice like bullying the spirit doll.

He smiled and said, "Do you have trouble with children?"

Gu Yan grabbed his finger from his shoulder, held it in his palm, and squeezed his fingertips. Cheng Yuzhi was pinched a little itchy, and he wanted to retract it with a light smile, but he was held tightly again.

Unexpectedly, the other party readily admitted: "Yes."

Cheng Yunzhi blinked his eyes, and waved his hands to let the little spirit puppets go out.

The poor children lined up and held hands, and were driven out of the adults' room in dejection.Which of course does not include windmills—

He has a new name!He is a traitor!Do not hold hands with him!

Seeing that all the dolls had left, Cheng Yunzhi coughed, put on a show and cupped his hands and said, "Why are you so angry? It's for no reason. Apart from making yourself unhappy, it's useless, just like a man-eating devil. It should be buried in the ground to make fertilizer."

Gu Yan sat upright, with a straight back, a decent posture of a Taoist monarch.

In the end, within two seconds, he pinched his fingertips again, quite clingy: "I'm not jealous."

Cheng Yuzhi stared at him for two seconds, suddenly realized.

He pulled his fingers out of the opponent's palm, hooked his hand, curled his black hair that was hanging down, and brushed his chin lightly with the fine ends of the hair.

Gu Yan naturally raised her head to look at him, without avoiding it, just like a pitiful bully.

The light and shadow on his face were blocked, and Cheng Yunzhi's faint shadow fell, but he bent down and moved closer.His beautiful eyes and lips are close at hand, opening and closing, as if begging for a kiss.

"I wouldn't do that to them..." the beautiful young man said in a young voice, bent over, and touched his lower lip lightly, politely and intimately.

Gu Yan sat on the spot without moving.

Cheng Yunzhi laughed and stood up, patted the dust-free robe with the folding fan in his hand, and looked at the group of spirit dolls who had gone to nowhere with his hands behind his back.

Only the "Dao Lord" with unfathomable cultivation was left sitting on the edge of the bed.

Sure enough, the front hall was turned upside down by the magic repairer. It looked bright and beautiful on the outside, but it was actually a mess inside.

Dust and cobwebs filled the sky, and the decorations that were scattered on the bright side also fell all over the floor.

a mess.

Even if Fengche is rejected by the group, he is still the one with the oldest seniority on the surface.

He raised his eyebrows and directed them with a straight face: "You clean up this side; you, clean up this side."

Although his face is stinky, the division of labor is still meticulous.

When Cheng Yunzhi swaggered into the hall, he could no longer see the glazed dregs all over the floor, which were swept away and disposed of by the careful spirit puppets.

The little boy came over, raised his head and asked him, "Mr. Cheng, what do you want to eat tonight?"

Then there is a lot to say, Cheng Yuzhi reported the names of a few dishes, and was a little curious: "My sect is located in a remote place, not as good as in the town, so how can there be fresh ingredients to cook?"

Fengche picked two people at random: "He, he, travels very fast, and it takes less than half an hour to go back and forth to the town."

The two children who were about to be sent out stared angrily.

A little boy ran over anxiously, just about to say something to the windmill in charge, but saw Cheng Yunzhi, the words came to his lips, and suddenly he couldn't speak.

Cheng Yunzhi wondered, "What?"

The little boy looked left and right, but no one was covering him, so he had to stand still obediently, as if he had done something wrong, tears almost fell down.

He muttered: "Young Master Cheng, the front, the portrait in the front hall, was, was..."

Cheng Yun was stunned, only to see his snow-green robe fluttering, and he arrived in the front hall in the blink of an eye.

As far as the eye can see, it is a destroyed portrait of the patriarch.

In the portrait, the kind old immortal master is dressed in a long Taoist robe, with loose hair, hands behind his back, and no beard.

There are only a few fine lines around the corners of the eyes, and a gentle expression looking out of the screen.

Even if there is not much ink, it can be seen that the painter has poured countless precious memories into the portrait.

At the end of the foot, there are small characters written: The Painting of Meteor.

However, such a long painting was cut open with a sharp knife, leaving it in tatters.

It was in all directions, and even the wall hanging behind it was exposed with cracks.

Windmill pinched his fingers uneasily.

He heard Cheng Yunzhi's bright smile, and wrote lightly, "That's my master's portrait."

"I'm going to kill everyone in his clan."

He calmly said: "If I see this kind of evil practice, I will not keep any of them."

Changjin is still very lively.

Two children appeared on the street, one empty-handed and the other carrying a basket, and they stopped expressionlessly in front of the vegetable stall that was about to close.

The grandmother of the vegetable stall bent down, smiled and said, "Hey, don't you want to buy Chinese cabbage?"

Unexpectedly, the serious boy took out a roll of paper from his arms, pulled it away suddenly, cleared his throat and began to read: "Yes. A catty of cabbage, green beans, eggplants, carrots, celery, cabbage..."

Granny selling vegetables: "..."

The little boy finished reading meticulously, rolled up the paper, and another little boy called out, "Please."

Zitao walked across the street with a sword on his back.

He squinted his eyes to look carefully, and said uncertainly: "The two children on the opposite side seem familiar."

The strange boy beside him smiled and said, "That's not a child."

"How is it possible, so short."

"That's a spirit doll."

Zitao's expression was blank for a moment, and the one who made him feel familiar and skilled in making spirit dolls, isn't it his uncle, the only one in his family!

The disciples of Xianmen were dazed with enthusiasm, rushed over and put their arms around their shoulders: "Thirteen, fourteen?"

When the two boys turned their faces away, Zitao was even more sure!

This is the spirit doll of his uncle, so his uncle and Xianjun Jie'a must be nearby!

He was so surprised that he couldn't speak, Xiaotong also recognized him, and saluted: "Mr. Nephew Zitao."

Because he followed Xianjun, he also called Zitao his nephew.

He held back his words and said reservedly: "I didn't expect to see you here, I thought you were still staying on the peak. By the way, I...Where is that one?"

The two children looked at each other, looking at the strange boy who was slowly following behind Zitao.

Of course Zitao also understood their eyes, and hissed, thinking that it would be better to keep it a secret for their uncle.

What if someday it somehow reaches the ears of the beautiful widow?

So they separated alone, and Zitao and Shisan secretly whispered.

The little boy said politely: "Nephew, the Taoist Lord is on Changjin Mountain."

Zitao: "Dao, Daojun?!"

Not far behind, the young man also narrowed his eyes: "Dao Jun...?"

Cheng Yunzhi moved things with everyone, cleaned the front hall, and was so tired that he walked around.

Seeing that the tidying up was almost done, he pulled a broken wooden chair beside him with a headache, sat on it, and supported his head with his wrists. He definitely never thought that there would be so much workload.

Fengche took out a cattail fan from the Qiankun Ring and fanned him, so that Mr. Cheng unconsciously leaned towards him, closed his eyes and raised his chin, enjoying the coolness for a while.

After only enjoying it for a moment, he opened his eyes with a clear expression.

"Okay, okay," he raised his hand as a sign of repelling, "Fan yourself, and see your sweaty face."

The little boy's last stubbornness was all used here, he pouted angrily, and didn't stop his hands, Cheng Yuzhi could only let him continue.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the bright and clean front hall, feeling too much emotion in his heart.

He also took down the scratched fairy master's portrait, and hung up a new one.

The windows on both sides are bright and clean, and the dome hangs high. It looks like an orthodox Taoist sect hall, and it doesn't drop in price at all.

He yawned, then suddenly frowned, got up and said, "Someone is here."

The people who came were Zitao, the strange boy and the two children who led the way.

As soon as they stepped into the palace, they found that the two spiritual dolls who were staring at each other in front of them, after seeing someone, surprise almost overflowed their faces, and rushed up sticky, sticking to him and refusing to let go.

The spirit puppet inherited part of the master's cultivation, and also inherited part of his temperament.

So clingy, I like him so much...

Bearing in mind his master's instructions, the little boy said, "Master Cheng, it's Master Tao Xianshi and his friends who have come."

Cheng Yunzhi patted his head, smiled and cupped his hands and said, "Oh, this is Immortal Master Zitao, long time no see, long time no see."

But seeing that the opposite party didn't reply immediately, but looked around furtively, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Cheng Yunzhi was confused: "What?"

Zitao immediately straightened his back, and said loudly: "I heard from these two little stewards that Mr. Cheng successfully wiped out a demon cultivator's lair that had been entrenched on Changjin Mountain for a long time, and he came to visit specially for the people."

He turned sideways: "This is my friend Bai Ci, who is also a casual cultivator, and I also want to see Mr. Cheng's demeanor."

Bai Ci curled his lips, then cupped his hands and said, "Oh Mr. Cheng, I've been waiting for a long time."

Zitao stared: "You only found out when we were shopping for vegetables, why have you been looking up to me for so long?"

Bai Ci said solemnly; "We haven't seen each other for three autumns. It's been almost an hour since we went here from shopping for vegetables. It must be three years, and it can also be called—long admiration."

He held the last few words on the tip of his tongue, and it took him a long time to spit them out.

Zitao suddenly realized: "It makes sense."

At the right time, Gu Yan stepped out from the back of the hall, and Mr. Xue Yi completely recovered his previous cool demeanor, not half as intriguing as when he raised his eyes to look at people before.

He called out: "Meteor."

Suddenly he got stuck, and met his eyes with Zitao who was standing across from him.

He looked away unhurriedly, and calmly continued the topic: "Finche asked if you want almond tofu or shallots."

Zitao: "..."

Cheng Yunzhi said: "I think both dishes are good, each has its own flavor, you can let Fengche choose, or it's not a problem to cook what he likes. Ah Yan, two guests are here today,"

He turned sideways, interested, and introduced each other, "This is Immortal Master Zitao, you met when you captured Moxiu before; this is fellow Daoist Bai Ci. This is Gu Yan."

For the first time, the disciple of the fairy sect with the ponytail got goosebumps.

He looked at the deserted fairy on the opposite side with his sleeves folded, his eyes closed, and he calmly nodded at him: "Master Zitao."

So, is his uncle still hiding his identity to deceive the beautiful widow? !

Zitao stumbled and stammered, "... Gu, Master Gu Yan."

This is this.

He can actually say such words!

Due to his status as a senior senior brother, he still had to put on airs as a senior senior... At least he couldn't lose face in front of the spirit doll.

The thoughts in his heart were like a gust of wind sweeping fallen leaves, and his face remained motionless.

The two sides met face to face.

Seeing that it was getting late, Cheng Yuzhi clasped his hands together and said reverently, "It's getting late, it's time to eat."

He greeted enthusiastically, "You guys should stay and eat too. Fengche prepares a big table of dishes every time, and there is no way to finish them all. Today is just the time to finish it."

Zitao followed him with a heavy heart, left foot and left hand, right foot and right hand.

Still unable to hold back, he moved quietly and asked Cheng Yunzhi in a low voice: "Master Cheng, this Gu... Gu Xianshi, who are you? I didn't know you well before I saw you."

Cheng Yunzhi had no doubt about him, and smiled, "It's my husband." He blinked his eyes, "Isn't it interesting to make a private decision for life?"

Zitao was dumbfounded.

Cheng Yuzhi laughed out loud, and it was really funny for the kid who couldn't hide his expression.

Presumably, this friend has never seen two immortal masters of the same sex together?

And what Zitao thought in his heart was: what the rumors say is actually true