Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Cheng Yunzhi was awakened by the noisy sound outside.

He was so sleepy that he supported his face with his hands, and just about to get up from the cushion, he found himself in a large recliner.

Gu Yan stood behind him, with one hand resting on his shoulders, and the other hand took down the wooden comb from the table not far away. The neat and clear wooden frame mirror reflected Cheng Yunzhi's tired face, and his reddened face. corner of eye.

Cheng Yuzhi's mind is still a little unclear: "What is this for...?"

Gu Yan inserted the wooden comb into his hair, and the long teeth lightly scratched his scalp, making it a little itchy.

He shrank his shoulders with a chuckle, and fell on the other side of the cushion.

"There is a guest waiting in the front hall," Mr. Gu said calmly, "He is an acquaintance, and I want to meet Yunzhi."

Cheng Yunzhi yawned wearily, vaguely: "It's only what time, why did someone come to the door?"

He turned his head and found that the sun outside the window was already close to the top of his head.

"..."

Cheng Yuzhi: "...how long have I been asleep?!"

"It's less than twelve hours." Gu Yan was not in a hurry, brushed his long hair again, and combed it slowly, "If Yuzhi is sleepy, just sleep a little longer."

What kind of words does this sound like, who would leave the guests in the front hall and sleep in the back?

Cheng Yuzhi pretended to be angry and said, "It's not up to you."

Gu Yan: "Yes, my fault."

Seeing his movements still leisurely, as if no one was waiting for them at all.

Cheng Yu's anger was also exhausted, and he wanted to straighten his back and go to get the wooden comb in Gu Yan's hand: "You don't have to comb until next year."

He didn't hold it for a while, it turned out that Gu Yan raised his hand, deliberately not letting him touch it.

Cheng Yuzhi couldn't laugh or cry: "Young Master Gu, Mr. Gu, please do me a favor. I can't stand combing my hair for an hour."

Gu Yan said, "From now on, I will comb Yunzhi's hair, okay?"

Coincidentally, Cheng Yuzhi was always too lazy to deal with his hair, and it really took a lot of effort to take care of it on weekdays.Wouldn't it be great if someone took over now?

He smiled and leaned forward: "This is what you said, and what you say is what you say."

Gu Yan also smiled lightly: "Okay."

His smile is incredible.

Cheng Yunzhi remembered something again, and at the same time complained to him in his heart.Normally, he got up early, so there was no reason for him to be too lazy and sleep until the sun was up.

He stretched out his hand to tug at Gu Yan's drooping temples in a savage manner, and warned: "This should not be too much. If you stay in bed, you will be heard by the windmill, and you will be laughed at."

Gu Yan understated: "He dares."

Then leaned forward, from top to bottom, the shadow completely surrounded Cheng Yunzhi.

I just heard him say: "Why can't there be more... Is it uncomfortable?"

……

The middle-aged Taoist drank tea in the front hall, drinking one cup after another.

When he drank until he felt like a bucket, the host came late.

Standing on the other side with a long-mouthed pot in his hand, Fengche persuaded him politely: "Guests, please use tea."

"Use it, use it..." The middle-aged Taoist couldn't speak clearly, "I can't use it any more! Where's your master?! Why hasn't he come yet? I've filled my stomach with water. Do you really think I'm a bucket?"

It's really embarrassing to say this.

Fengche opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Master and the others are already on their way..."

The eyes of the middle-aged Taoist were about to roll to the sky: "You said this half an hour ago..." As soon as he turned his head, he saw Cheng Yuzhi and Gu Yan really appear at the end of the corridor.

He also greeted him from afar and waved enthusiastically.

Walking up to him, Cheng Yunzhi cupped his hands enthusiastically: "Isn't this fellow Taoist! Rare guest, rare guest, the northwest wind that blew all night finally brought you here?"

The middle-aged Taoist rolled his eyes at him: "Let me tell you, I still remember you calling me a bastard."

Cheng Yunzhi said innocently, "But I'm talking about a turtle."

"..."

"I don't want to be poor with you," Feng Che said sharply, adding an upholstered chair to Cheng Yunzhi, "You come to my place, what's the matter?"

It turned out that the middle-aged Taoist had bad weather and did not believe in evil, so he re-drawn the formation.

Lingling in heaven and earth, standing in front of the yard waiting for the spirit to appear.

His spirit didn't show much, but he felt something was wrong with his body.

Just like the air bag, it seemed that something was inflating his meridians, puff puff puff puff, puff, puff, without stopping for half a minute.

In just half an hour, his whole body swelled into an air bag, and his skin and blood vessels swelled endlessly.

Still unable to move, he stood there desperately waiting to die.

Just before he was about to explode, a sword light flashed across from the next door, cutting open his main meridians.

So the whole person was like a balloon that opened its mouth, crazily deflated, and finally returned to its original appearance, paralyzed on the ground gasping for breath, narrowly escaped, and palpitations.

He looked up with trembling eyes, just in time to see the little boy from the neighbor's house holding a sword, standing on his wall, glaring at him angrily, and after giving him a glance, he carried a bucket of water from the bottom.

With a puff, all the newly drawn formations were washed away.

Afterwards, he heard people say that when the mist in Changjin Mountain cleared up, it must be the manifestation of an immortal.

Combining the front and the back, I don't know that this is the bait set by the demon, and he wants to make people like him with unstable minds as prey.

Recalling that Cheng Yunzhi warned him not to touch it, he couldn't help feeling ashamed, so he hurried up the mountain when his loose skin recovered.

He stood up, bowed formally, and thanked him: "Thanks to fellow daoist for saving my life."

Now that the irritable and bored appearance before was gone, the whole person also calmed down.

Cheng Yunzhi received his bow and sighed: "If you are the only one who is harmed, I will care about your life. It's just that the demon cultivator is greedy after all. Once this formation is activated, the people of Changjin may be harassed."

As the two talked, they brought up the matter of Moxiu Zongmen.

The middle-aged Taoist asked curiously; "Fellow Taoist, did you really destroy the lair of the evil cultivator?"

"Yes." Cheng Yunzhi didn't hide it.

After pondering for a while, he tentatively asked: "Then dare to ask you, have you found anything in the lair?"

"Oh?"

This is interesting, Cheng Yuzhi became very interested, his eyes sparkled, "For example?"

The middle-aged Taoist waved his hand: "I'm just guessing. This demon cultivator has done a lot of evil, and must have hidden a lot of treasure. If you can search it carefully, you will definitely find something good."

As he talked, he laughed, "If fellow daoists are interested, why don't you... bring me one?"

He rubbed his hands: "I don't have any other abilities, I'm good at finding things. If fellow Taoists bring me along, we'll get twice the result with half the effort."

Cheng Yuzhi was also curious about the magic cultivator's lair.

Last time, he only glanced roughly, and didn't go to the warehouse behind the lair.

Presumably there are still a lot of treasures piled up in the treasury of magic cultivators, which have never seen the light of day.

Wait, could it be that the warehouse of his house has also been ransacked and filled with magic repair warehouses?

Seeing his wink, Fengche coughed lightly, motioning for Mr. Cheng to look over.

The little boy straightened his back, pulled out the scroll from his bosom, and began to sing: "The storehouse has been counted, and with the list of the storehouses of Mr. Cheng's sect, the total lost treasures and artifacts are as follows..."

Sing for 5 minutes, close up.

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

He stood up suddenly, hissed, and said angrily: "How can we let the stolen goods looted by Moxiu! Let's go!"

Sure enough, they didn't search carefully last time. In the second half of Mo Xiu's lair, they saw many rooms with locked doors. This must be the warehouse.

The middle-aged Taoist rushed forward happily, smashed the lock twice but did not respond, bit his tongue and screamed: "Mr. Cheng! This lock can't be opened!"

Cheng Yunzhi was not in a hurry to look at the warehouse.

He shyly said: "Hey, if you can't open it, you can't open it."

Middle-aged Taoist: "You are not active! You have a problem!"

"Don't worry, I'll take a look here first, and I'll be here later!"

Following his intuition, he walked forward, passed through the narrow corridor, and finally stopped in front of a place similar to a forbidden area, raising his eyebrows.

Cheng Yun said word by word: "Ji Le Tang."

Gu Yan recognized it casually at a glance: "It's Moxiu's disciple hall, which is used to release life cards and life lamps to prevent disciples from dying outside for no reason."

Cheng Yunzhi clicked his tongue and said: "It's not cheap to make a life card. The magic cultivator is really generous. It seems that the fat and fat these years are for their beauty."

After all, he raised his hand and pushed the door, stepped over the threshold and entered.

The hall was pitch black except for the light from the door.

Cheng Yunzhi looked at the wall full of life cards boredly, and it was almost the same as he thought. It was basically broken in sevens and eights. It seems that the foundation of the Moxiu sect is like this, except for the lord, it is only the young generation.

It would be difficult to deal with another second-generation and third-generation disciple.

His gaze flicked across the life card wall, and fixed on a certain place.

It was empty there, without a name tag engraved on it, and no powder left after it shattered.

A guess arose in Cheng Yuzhi's mind: "Someone came in earlier than us."

He also took his life card.

He turned around suddenly: "I remember you said before that you were arrested by the 'brother' of the demon cultivator who arrested me."

Gu Yan: "...Yes."

Zi Tao and Bai Ci stayed up all night, discussing countless spell formations in the room, fascinated.

He had to search his brain thoroughly in order to maintain his dignity as a "big brother".

Fortunately, he was slightly better.

Bai Ci smiled and applauded him: "Brother Zitao is amazing. He can understand such a difficult book. If Brother Zitao didn't help me explain my confusion, I'm afraid I won't be able to think of the answer next year."

Zitao's peacock's tail was going up to the sky, he sneered and said, "It's hard for you not to understand such a simple thing."

In fact, I bowed to Mr. Xuantian Religious Book in my heart, and said, Mr. taught me well.

They were not sleepy, but felt that the room was dull, so they finally went out and found a gazebo on the top of the mountain to enjoy the evening breeze.

The young Xianmen disciple stepped forward and pulled out his long sword, the snow-white sword flowers dazzled people's eyes.

Bai Ci exclaimed, "Zitao!"

The snow-clothed disciple had long hair flying, young and energetic, and shouted: "Brother Bai Ci, can you see my heart sword!"

As he spoke, he quickly thrust out his sword moves, as graceful as a swimming dragon, and almost pulled out the filaments of his afterimage. Every move and style was above the level; his gestures and movements were worthy of the name of a big brother.

Beitz watched him dance the sword, after a while, he stood up and said, "I'm coming too!"

Now, get involved.

He didn't know swords, and he didn't have such exquisite sword skills as Zitao.But he has his own set of fitness boxing techniques, which is quite pleasing to the eye when he punches them out powerfully.

As the sun rose, they barely stopped.

The shadow of the gazebo on the top of the mountain stretched and swirled, and they smiled at each other.

Zitao said proudly, "Is my swordsmanship not bad?"

Bai Ci smiled and said, "As expected of Brother Zitao."

Tired from the beating, Zitao threw the sword into the mustard seed bag, spread it carelessly in the gazebo, and fanned himself.

When the sun came out, he took a nap, and when he woke up, Beets was beside him, with his head propped on his wrist, obviously he had been asleep for a long time.

He stretched his waist and listened to the gurgling streams around him, the birds calling Qingyue, and the gentle breeze. He suddenly felt that Mr. Cheng's remote and small sect was very good, suitable for self-cultivation.

It's just that there are too few people, so it's lonely if you stay for a long time, right?

The sun had already reached the top of the head, so he patted Bai Ci to wake him up: "Bai Ci, it's getting late, let's go down the mountain."

Beitz woke up in a daze, yawned too, and leaned on him: "Shall we play chess again?"

Zitao's heart softened, and he almost couldn't maintain his expression: "Oh, okay."

Just as he was going down, he saw Cheng Yuzhi hurrying up the path, followed by a young gentleman in a snow-white robe behind him.

Cheng Yunzhi heaved a sigh of relief when he saw them.

He laughed and said, "So you are all here, and the windmill is called Bantianmen, but no one answered."

Zi Tao said: "Brother Bai Ci and I came out last night to play chess and practice swords, and watch the sunrise by the way. This is really a good place to watch the sunrise."

Cheng Yuzhi: "You... have been together since yesterday?"

Zitao: "Yes."