Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

There is still some distance to go to the dining hall, and several corridors have been turned.

Because Zi Tao was too shocked, he fell behind unknowingly, shoulder to shoulder with Bai Ci.

The newly-acquainted Changjin local rogue cultivator smiled and put his hands behind his back, and bumped his shoulder: "Master Gu Yan, who are you? Judging by your face, do you know me before?"

Zitao was absent-minded: "Yes, my uncle..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was startled suddenly. He raised his head and looked around, and found that Cheng Yunzhi was walking in the front, a long distance away from him, so he should not be able to hear what he was saying.

If he tells Mr. Cheng about it right now, he won't be blown off the back of his head by his uncle's sword!

He poked his head vigilantly, and warned in a low voice: "It's fine if you find out, you must never tell Mr. Cheng about our relationship."

Beitz was rather curious: "Why?"

"Why, why..."

Zitao got stuck, the majestic Xuantianzong elder brother couldn't hold a word right now, you and me for a long time, and finally threatened pitifully, "Anyway, don't say anything, just treat it as the first time we meet!"

Cheng Yuzhi walked in the front, seemingly enthusiastically leading the way for them, but he was actually recalling the scene just now.

No, he felt that Bai Ci was definitely not an ordinary casual cultivator... and he was definitely not a native of Changjin.

The moment he just came in, he vaguely smelled an unpleasant and familiar smell, but before he could remember what it was, it disappeared.

Then Bai Ci followed Zitao into the room, smiling with his hands behind his back, seemingly looking around the room, but in fact he was looking at the people in the room.

After seeing him say hello, he slowly cupped his hands and returned the salute.

Eyes were still glued to him.

But to say it was malicious, it didn't seem to be much, at least it didn't seem like they came to kill him.

Could it be, Moxiu?

Cheng Yunzhi turned around with a smile, and greeted, "Follow up, there are a lot of turns ahead, I'm afraid you don't know the way."

Zitao was still immersed in his own thoughts and didn't speak.

Bai Ci's eyes lit up, and he followed quickly: "Can we have dinner ahead!"

Cheng Yuzhi smiled and said, "It's true that my place to eat is a bit far away, but it's just ahead."

When Bai Ci followed him, Cheng Yun looked distressed.

Said: "Fellow Daoist Bai Ci, tell me, is this almond tofu better, or is it better mixed with shallots?"

The other party touched the crown of his hair, and said slyly: "I am a 'both can get' faction, of course... anyone who comes is welcome!"

Cheng Yuzhi: "Good! Very good!"

Zitao fell behind, walked, and when he came back to his senses, he found that fellow Daoist Bai Ci who was still by his side ran to the front in the blink of an eye beside Cheng Yuzhi.

He rolled his eyes, and was about to quicken his pace, when suddenly another person appeared quietly beside him.

Zitao stood on his head with his hairs upside down, and after being stiff for a while, he calmed down as if nothing had happened.

He lowered his voice very low: "...Uncle?"

Gu Yan walked beside him without looking sideways.He was tall, and as a still developing teenager, Zitao had to look up at his elders.

Gu Yan said: "We don't know each other."

Zitao: "Fart... er, yes, we don't know each other."

They walked together for a while, Gu Yan sighed softly: "How did you and that Bai Ci know each other?"

When did the uncle start to take care of the younger generation's affairs?

Zitao couldn't figure it out, and answered honestly: "We met on the streets of Changjin."

Here's the thing.

The second time Wang Fugui's house was haunted by ghosts, he also sent his servants to invite the Great Immortal Master of Xuantianmen.

However, the round trip is long and takes time, so when Zitao and another peak master arrived in Chenghua, the demon cultivator had already been crushed to the ground by Gu Yan.

The peak owner didn't care, so he stayed in Chenghua and was going to eat Chenghua's famous 'Tianbao Chicken' for a few days, but Zitao was full of rumors in the sect.

What about "grabbing and looting", what about "deep sadomasochistic love", almost someone wrote "past life and present life".

So it also messed up his mind full of strange things.

Ugh.

Just like that, I didn't know clearly, and I chased him to Changjin furtively.

Bai Ci met him while eating wontons on the streets of Changjin.

He put it there and ordered a bowl of wontons to eat, and saw that the boss's helper was a young and handsome young man. Although he looked a bit evil, he acted aboveboard and there was nothing wrong with it.

He took a second look and felt that there was something wrong with him, so he lowered his head and went to eat the wonton by himself.

Halfway through eating, someone around me started fighting.

The boss wiped his hands with his apron, stopped and cried, "Why is someone making trouble again, why can't you find the wonton stall on the west side of the street?"

Full of sense of justice, Zitao threw down his chopsticks viciously, drew out his sword and decided to give them a good time.

When he held the sword in a majestic manner and was about to cut down the troublemaker, a young and handsome helper came out from inside and kicked him away.

Zitao can assure you that he himself will not be able to kick someone ten meters away.

Seeing that the mouth was spitting blood, and half of the body was sunken, I felt that this person might not live long.

Zitao: "..."

He sat back silently.

If he hadn't misjudged, the person in front of him was a qi refining Dao cultivator whose spiritual power could not be manifested outside the body for the time being, but he had already been able to cultivate and strengthen his body, so that it would be no problem to kick a person into the air.

... He didn't believe what he said!

Maybe it was because Zitao stayed in shock for too long, and the helper also noticed him.

Finding that both of them are monks, they sat down and greeted him friendly: "Ah, they are fellow Taoists."

Zitao didn't dare to answer the question: "How did you kick that person so far by refining your qi?"

The helper laughed and said, "I'm a physical cultivator, so I specialize in physical fitness. I'm sure I'm stronger than ordinary Taoist cultivators."

The young sword cultivator involuntarily compared the height difference between the two, and found out in despair that the other looked about the same age as him, with a taller figure.

Afterwards, the chat went smoothly, and Zitao was surprised to find that the other party knew a lot!

He was obviously just a helper at a wonton stall, but he talked about many famous and obscure books and expressed his own opinions. Even Zitao, as a big brother, failed to come up with such a solution!

Could not help in-depth discussion.

When the other party was called away by the boss to help, he drank the rest of the wonton soup and found that it was cold.

Hey, Senior Brother Xuantianmen restrained his temper, and thought proudly, he deserves to be able to chat with a highly educated person for so long.

He heard someone calling him again, looked up, and saw a helper standing behind him, holding a pot in his hand, the pot was still steaming, obviously it had just been boiled not long ago.

The other party's half-long hair was tied up, and the collar was askew, which could be regarded as an unruly attire.Coupled with his slender facial features, he is simply a vixen who does not do good things.

The tone of speech is unexpectedly serious.

The helper narrowed his slender eyes, and lifted the handle of the pot with a smile: "Do you want another pot of tea? Let's continue talking about the book just now?"

Zitao: "Come on!"

"We became friends after that. He said that working at the wonton stand was just a temporary boredom. He thought it would be more interesting to follow me, so he left with me."

After Zitao finished his statement, he realized something and raised his eyebrows: "He probably approached me on purpose!"

Gu Yan pondered and said, "It's not impossible."

Zitao thought about it, and felt that as a senior brother, he should be more cautious when going out: "I don't think it is very likely. But don't worry, uncle, I will take good care of him and make sure there will be no accidents."

As he spoke, he saluted solemnly, and Gu Yan nodded.

After Cheng Yuzhi tried it out, he wondered if he was too suspicious.

The other party was not malicious, nor did he have the foul smell of magical power of a demon cultivator. He behaved like a low-level Taoist cultivator. He just made friends with Zitao and followed him to see the world.

He pointed to the front door: "Here we are!"

After dinner, the dolls allocated guest rooms to the guests.

Bai Ci refused repeatedly at first, but Zitao tugged on his sleeve and said with a bad face that he hadn't finished the end of the book the day before yesterday, so he wouldn't let him go back to sleep in his small thatched hut in the suburbs.

Bai Ci saw his intentions, said hello repeatedly, and was dragged into Zitao's room.

Soon, the sound of two people chattering.

Seeing this, Cheng Yuzhi couldn't help sighing: "The feelings of children are good."

They also walked back. After eating and drinking, they always felt that their lazy bones were broken, and their muscles and bones were numb. They wanted to find a recliner, lean on a pillow, take a little nap, read an interesting story book, and spend some time. Have a leisurely after-dinner time.

Gu Yan followed him into the room and sat beside him.

Cheng Yunzhi looked sideways, unable to hold back the words in his heart.

During dinner, Gu Yan didn't say a word, as if he was preoccupied and didn't know what to say.

The young man narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and pinched Gu Yan's chin to break it.

He said slowly: "Young Master Gu, you have been thinking about things in your mind for a few hours, what are you thinking about?"

Since the relationship was established, the young man has become more and more bold in his actions. Of course, Gu Yan also allowed him to have fun wantonly.

The person whose chin was pinched was not annoyed, and his eyelashes fluttered slightly: "...I didn't think about anything."

Cheng Yunzhi clicked his tongue and praised: "Two days ago, I was able to say anything, but now why are you hesitating, can't say it, or dare not say it?"

Gu Yan glanced at him again: "I'm afraid you will be unhappy."

Cheng Yu laughed angrily, he never cared about everything, many things were dispensable, except for the sect, how could he get angry about some external affairs?

He raised his arms, put them on Gu Yan's shoulders, and leaned close to him.

Threatening: "I want you to speak out now, how about it? Do you want to say it or not?"

Gu Yan turned his eyes away, with a demeanor of embarrassment.

His hands were still neatly resting on his knees.If Cheng Yuzhi hadn't gotten so close, maybe he could have noticed something:

Mr. Gu didn't even make any small gestures of "worry", "worry", or "fear".

...The body movements were so calm that it was almost eerie.

Gu Yan: "Yuzhi said that we have spent too little time together, so we don't plan to become Taoist couples. Then, are there any other conditions that can advance this progress?"

He suddenly raised his head and stared directly at Cheng Yunzhi.

Mr. Cheng thought and thought and thought and thought, but he didn't figure out what the so-called "condition" was.

Gu Yan spoke one sentence after another, almost forcing questions.

"Would you wish to have a Taoist companion with advanced cultivation?"

"Or is it sitting on countless treasures?"

"Or hold the power and call the wind and rain?"

"Founding a sect, a famous town...a big shot?"

"Meteor," he put the name in his mouth, as if chewing it carefully, "what do you want, can you tell me?"

The handsome young man looked at him, silently retracted his arm, and was caught by Gu Yan, unable to move.

He twitched a few times without success, his lips moved, and this time, it was him who glanced away.

"No," he said, "no need for anything."

"I won't become a Taoist partner with anyone. I want... and wait for my master and senior brother to come back." The last few words were as soft as a whisper.

Clap.

It seemed that there was lightning and thunder outside the window, and it seemed that Cheng Yuzhi's hairband broke and fell to the ground.

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