Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Zitao is not the one who doesn't understand human speech.

When Cheng Yuzhi said this, he immediately reacted and frowned, "What happened?"

Cheng Yuzhi didn't want to tell him about it, so he went on a laughing and said, "It's nothing. Speaking of which, a Taoist brother I rescued two days ago came to our door today and told us a lot. He also It was injured by the same clan of demon cultivators before."

Zitao is sensitive: "Same clan? Co-authored, they also have a nest of magicians!"

Cheng Yunzhi: "Yes. However, most of them have been dealt with."

When they spoke, they were all in normal volumes, without deliberately being defensive.

Walking and walking, I saw a middle-aged Taoist in the hall.He looked listless, leaning his head on his elbows and crossing his legs in a debauched pose.

Seeing Cheng Yun coming down, the middle-aged Taoist finally cheered up and complained.

"Brother Cheng, there is nothing in the warehouse of the demon cultivators. Hey, it's really not my private collection, it's really no oil and water, and I don't know where these demon cultivators put their treasures."

As he said, he poked his head forward: "It smells so good, Brother Cheng, your kitchen skills are good!"

He shrugged his nose exaggeratedly.

Cheng Yuzhi was funny, why couldn't it be seen that he wanted to grab a meal by the way.

He turned his head to put the dishes and chopsticks, and said intentionally: "Brother Dao, it's noon, our family is going to have dinner, how about you..."

The middle-aged Taoist's eyes lit up.

Cheng Yuzhi: "Why don't you go back earlier and still have hot meals?"

"I don't even have a wife at home, where can I get food?!" The middle-aged Taoist said disappointedly.

Only then did Cheng Yuzhi let go, and smiled and made a gesture of invitation: "Then stay and have a meal, how about it?"

Only then did the middle-aged Taoist realize that Cheng Yuzhi was teasing him.

Also happy, grabbed the chopsticks to eat and drink.

Zitao and Baici also sat down behind them, receiving the bowls and chopsticks handed over by Cheng Yunzhi.

Zitao, as a respected senior brother of Xianmen, is still a bit reserved for the time being: "I stayed overnight yesterday, and I have to borrow a meal from Mr. Cheng's house today. I'm really embarrassed. Why don't you use Lingshi to pay for the meal..."

As he was talking, seeing Cheng Yuzhi stretching out his hand, he unconsciously stretched out his hand accordingly.

When I came back to my senses, I found that I had a new pair of chopsticks and an empty bowl in my hand.

Bai Ci was much more straightforward, he ate his food, and glanced at him from the corner of his eyes: "You have already picked up your chopsticks, why are you embarrassed?"

Zitao: "..."

He became angry from embarrassment, and said indiscriminately: "The chopsticks were handed to me by myself, can you blame me!"

Bai Ci: "Okay, that's great, it's a great spectacle in the world."

When he was full of wine and food, the middle-aged Taoist sat back contentedly, patted his stomach and burped.

"That's great!" He kept praising, "This cook will definitely have a bright future."

"It's a pity that I am probably worthless. I will only live with this cultivation level for the rest of my life."

He put his legs down, got up with a grunt, and said excitedly: "Will you all go to the Fairy Gate Conference held in Zhongzhangzhou?"

Cheng Yunzhi had heard of the Immortal Gate Conference before, but he had just passed it by his ears and hardly put it in his mind.

It is said that it has a long full name, but people don't like to remember it, so it is shortened to "Xianmen Conference".

Simple and old-fashioned, very easy to remember.

Cheng Yuzhi: "Why should I go there, join in the fun, count heads?"

The middle-aged Taoist sighed, turned his head and asked the younger Taoist friends: "Daoist friends, are you going to the Zhongzhang Fairy Gate Association?"

"It is said that Xianjun Jie'a will also be there, let's see the performance of fellow Taoists. This year is the first time that Xianjun has revealed that he will be there. It is said that the ultimatum to enter the city of Zhongzhang City will be released!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present had different expressions.

Gu Yan was as calm as ever, picked up the dishes with precision, and put them into the bowl of Cheng Yun.

He also said softly: "Eat."

Cheng Yunzhi's first reaction was: If he goes, his readership will expand!

So many people are here for Xianjun, aren't they just a group of wild readers!

Another day, he will print the script and submit it to Zhongzhang's bookstore.At that time, Lingshi and readers will come in large quantities!

His dream, but so much!

ah?As for the extra part of "Blue Yan Confidant"?

It must not be delivered randomly, it must be refined!

Then change the pseudonym and vote it out quietly, so as not to be intercepted by A Xianjun's followers who will call at his door, pointing at his nose and calling: "You are the author of that vixen?!"

He blurted out: "How much money... No, no, no, I mean, is the Xianmen Conference a competition for cultivation? Is there any reward?"

The middle-aged Taoist gave him a strange look: "There is nothing to cover up, of course there is a lot of money."

And Zitao's first reaction was: "Master—"

The conversation between the two was interrupted, including Bai Ci, who also turned to look from the other side of the chopsticks.

Gu Yan raised his eyes and glanced at him.

The Xianmen disciple raised his eyebrows, realizing that something was wrong, and barely stopped.

Facing everyone's eyes, his facial features wrinkled.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard, showing pain on his face: "Hiss—it hurts! I bit my tongue! Baici, help me!!!"

Bai Ci: "How can I save this? Pull your tongue out and spray medicine? Please help me."

Zi Tao glared at him, his heroic face full of guilt: "What bullshit? You can't even say words of comfort?"

Bai Ci bit the tip of the chopsticks and raised his hand: "Okay, okay."

Cheng Yunzhi couldn't help but laugh.

He knocked on the table and said with a smile: "Finche's craftsmanship has improved a lot recently, even Brother Zitao is obsessed with it."

Zitao: "I was thinking about something! My teacher has already signed up for the Fairy Gate Association, so I don't need to think about whether to go or not."

It was only then that the exclamation just now was far-fetched.

Back to the topic, the middle-aged Taoist finally got to the point.

"This is not a matter of money. It is said that the top ten of the Immortal Gate Conference will reward a spiritual weapon. A spiritual weapon! Not a magic weapon! If you get one, you will be invincible in the world, and you will be famous for it! !"

Cheng Yuzhi's attention was still on the front: "So how much is it?"

"...One hundred thousand spirit stones." The middle-aged Taoist said aggrievedly.

Cheng Yuzhi realized that he had misunderstood, and laughed: "I don't particularly care about money, but you see, my sect has just been ransacked by demon cultivators. The front hall looks bright and beautiful, but in fact the back is a mess. Why don't I save some more money and revitalize my Changjin Gate?"

As he spoke, he pulled out the folding fan from his waist and shouted: "Revitalize my Changjin Gate, at this very moment!"

The whole table was silent, only to hear Gu Yan supportively saying: "Yes, let me rejuvenate the Changjin Gate."

Zitao: "..."

Cheng Yuzhi smiled all over his face, and clasped his fists at the table full of people: "Haha, I laughed, I laughed. So what else is the reward, maybe I can think about it."

As he spoke, he cast a look at the middle-aged Taoist.

The middle-aged Taoist endured it, but he couldn't hold it back. He took out Zhang Yujian from the mustard bag and threw it heavily in front of him.

"It's all on top!"

Cheng Yunzhi was not in a hurry with him, he reached out to take it, and stuck it on his forehead: "Cultivators below Yuanying can participate, I have no problem with that. Well, the rewards for the top ten are really good. The Zhongzhang Sect has a great deal, really. Just take out all the treasures at the bottom of their box?"

He looked at it and said, "Bai Lingzhu?"

Among all the glittering names, the name of this spiritual weapon is a bit too simple.

He doesn't know them, but people do.

Gu Yan explained to him: "A bead that stores Bai Lingqi."

Cheng Yunzhi hugged his shoulders and almost made a fake smile: "May I ask what is the difference between Bai Lingqi and the previous innate spiritual power?"

Zitao interjected, "Actually, I don't know..."

As he spoke, he suddenly closed his mouth forcibly, and turned his head to chat with Bai Ci, as if his head had been cut off abruptly by someone.

Gu Yan looked back calmly, and continued: "Bai Lingzhu itself is nothing special, but it can be used to store Bai Lingqi. Bai Lingqi is a special type of Lingqi. The general sects don't know its principle, but only know about the blessings of those who possess it. The luck will gradually deepen."

It was the first time Cheng Yunzhi heard such a statement: "Why?"

Gu Yan: "You can understand it as the dilution of success and virtue, and it is the natural magic weapon scattered in the world by the way of heaven."

He said it simply, as if it was just an ordinary thing, like what's for dinner tonight.

However, seeing everyone's reaction, Cheng Yuzhi also realized that what Gu Yan said was shocking.

The middle-aged Taoist's hands were shaking, and he almost couldn't hold the chopsticks.

He had heard such a secret!

He trembled, and dropped his chopsticks on the floor. When he picked them up, he said with a sad face, "I won't be silenced!"

This kind of secret was only circulated among the top sects, who would have thought that it would end up in his ears.

Zitao also turned his face away in shock, no one forced him to turn his head now.

With a shocked look on his face, he seemed to say with his eyes, "Uncle Shi, you actually said this!".

Cheng Yuzhi also realized that something was wrong, he put down his chopsticks in a daze: "Then why did they take out Bai Lingzhu as a reward?"

"It may be that Bai Lingzhu's change of luck is not worth mentioning." Gu Yan understated it.

But even a meager change of luck is a blessing of merit!

One or two is fine, but as long as there are more than one, the consequences will be dire!

The middle-aged Taoist murmured like an idiot dreaming: "I don't need a lot, I only use one, and I can get a little protection when I cross the catastrophe..."

When Cheng Yunzhi heard this, he turned his head suddenly: "This thing can also attract the protection of heaven?"

"Kindness! That's merit!"

Now the table was full, only the sound of Baici chewing was left.

He cleared the plate in front of him and waved his chopsticks at the others: "Are you all full? There are still so many dishes left."

at night.

Gu Yan got up and touched the empty but still warm bed.

He walked forward along the long corridor, turned precisely the corner that Cheng Yuzhi had taken him through before, and stopped in front of the cave full of stone gates.

Through the curtain made of vines, one can vaguely see a person kneeling in front of the incense burner.

Cheng Yun's long hair was uncombed, and it fell to the ground like a waterfall, with a few strands of black hair hanging down his shoulders and neck.

He put his hands together and looked at his posture, as if he was praying for someone.

Strangely, he was not facing the incense burner head-on, but turned sideways, facing the other direction obliquely.

Hearing that Gu Yan came in, Cheng Yuzhi was not surprised.

He turned around and suddenly smiled: "A Yan, did I wake you up?"

Gu Yan's expression was cold, and the tall young man in snow clothes walked up to him, looked down from top to bottom, and stretched out his hand to him.

Cheng Yuzhi chuckled, slapped his hands away, and stood up by himself.

As soon as he stood up, he stretched his waist: "I plan to go to the Xianmen Conference and win a Bai Lingzhu back."

Originally thought that Gu Yan would agree to it without hesitation, but unexpectedly, the other party was silent for a moment.

"Why go?"

The other party replied with a strange look, "I also have Bai Lingzhu, I'll give it to you, don't go out, okay?"

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