Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

I don't know how to pay the 500 million.

With a dark face, Bai Jiamu shook his hands and walked away. The golden chains and gold ornaments on his back collided and were hidden by the long black hair.

Nascent Soul who followed him sighed, threw something in his hand to the law enforcement disciple, then followed his master and left silently, and the rest did the same.

The law enforcement disciple subconsciously picked it up, and let go of his covered palm, only to find that it was a priceless spiritual fruit, full of juice.

On the other end, Bai Jiamu walked up to Cheng Yunzhi, looking at Zitao.

He didn't look embarrassed, maybe it was because he had something to protect his body, or maybe his cultivation level was superior, and he looked much better than Zitao.

And the big disciple of Xuantianmen was supported by his friends, and he didn't see any scars, but his head was covered with dust from the fallen ruins, and he looked ashamed.

Zitao ruthlessly grabbed the cloth on Bai Ci's shoulders, trying to pull out creases that were difficult to remove.Bai Ci didn't care about this, he patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, and looked at Bai Jiamu coldly.

Seeing Bai Jiamu approaching, Zitao still had the strength to taunt: "How does it feel to go bankrupt?"

Bai Jiamu stared blankly at him, "Those who have been suspended are not qualified to talk to me."

He paused for a few seconds, then looked back at Cheng Yunzhi: "You'd better let your worthless good-for-nothing friends also withdraw from the competition. If you meet me at the Xianmen meeting, be careful and walk sideways."

Then he flicked his sleeves lightly, turned his head like this, and left towards the end of the street.

Zitao: "You... hey, forget it, I do it myself and suffer." He put his hand down, and felt unconvinced after a while, "Obviously he drew the sword first!"

Law enforcement disciples came to ask them to record information, after a lot of trouble, everyone stayed in another inn.

Zitao sat down in front of the table and poured out a full glass of water from the teapot on the table.

He gulped it down, and felt thirsty again, so he couldn't help but have another drink.

Cheng Yuzhi also pulled the stool and sat down, and asked him curiously: "Who is this Bai Jiamu?"

Zitao wrinkled his nose, took a good look at the young man with good facial features, and put on a grimace.

"You heard it too, he is a disciple of Zushan, and he has been compared to me since childhood. His temper was barely bearable before, but now he is getting better and worse. Really..."

He couldn't help complaining: "There are only a few times when I talk properly."

Cheng Yunzhi thought of the gunpowder-smelling scene just now, and agreed with his words very much.

However, he was still very curious about certain things: "You said, he was robbed of his status as the head disciple by an illegitimate child?"

Zitao: "Oh, everyone knows about this. He has an amorous father who has found dozens of women outside. When his mother was still around, he restrained himself a little. When his mother is gone, All kinds of presumptuousness, and dozens of illegitimate children were taken home and raised one by one."

Cheng Yun choked: "Dozens..."

Zitao: "So he was bullied by the illegitimate son at home, and his life was not good. Later, luck came, he was selected by Zushan, and he went straight to the sky. He thought he could get rid of these people, but found that the illegitimate son entered the palm with him. Disciple selection.

He also lost to others and was trampled on one end.Ha, for me, I would have to kill that dog with a sword. "

Gu Yan said calmly: "Speak carefully, Zitao."

Zitao was startled suddenly: "...Yes."

Cheng Yuzhi poured himself a glass of water, looked at the two of them suspiciously, and didn't pay attention to other small details.

The eldest disciple of Xuantianzong smacked his lips and tasted some tea: "Anyway, I dislike that illegitimate child even more than Bai Jiamu. In short, as long as you know that Bai Jiamu is not a good bird, others are even more bad things."

As I spoke, I felt sad again.

He himself is definitely not afraid of Bai Jiamu, Zushan and Xuantianzong hold disciples to ask for advice every year.

He fought that illegitimate son, and also fought Bai Jiamu, and he felt that his fighting strength was more than enough.

But, but he is suspended now, Mr. Cheng might meet this person at the Xianmen meeting.What to do if you get hurt.

Zitao only felt that he was acting like a big brother and worried about everything.

He turned his head ruthlessly and babbled at Cheng Yunzhi.

He opened the mouth and said: "You must be careful, Bai Jiamu is not an upright disciple of the Xuantian Sect. Their ancestors are actually of the same virtue, and they will always use tricks to win. What's more, his Golden Core cultivation is better than yours. A higher level."

Cheng Yunzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and patted Zitao's head: "Okay, I will be careful. Besides, there are so many people in the Xianmen Society, it's not our turn to play."

Zitao was like a furry cat, who sprayed half-drunk tea on the ground, jumped three feet, even tripped over the bench, and rolled around on the ground clattering inside the frame.

He was stern and soft: "Be careful with your hands! Me, me, me..."

I was speechless for a long time.

Beitz looked at him with his chin propped up, as if he found it quite interesting.

After the tumbled teacup stopped on the table, he stretched out his hand, straightened the ceramic teacup, and rolled out the spilled tea with his sleeve.

After rolling, stretch out your hand to pull Zitao up.

Zitao got up naturally following his strength, and sat back on the chair.

Bai Ci took advantage of the situation and said: "It's a pity that my cultivation level is low, and I am not qualified to participate in the Fairy Gate Association, otherwise I can also help Mr. Cheng."

Zitao said: "Nonsense, the Fairy Gate Society has always been a one-on-one duel, so there is no reason to help."

Bai Ci smiled and said: "One person will weaken him first, and the rest will naturally win."

Cheng Yunzhi applauded him.

It is also a skill to put the wheel war so euphemistically.

When the farce was completely over, the young people were also tired and didn't bother to eat dinner, so they went back to their rooms to rest.

Generally speaking, monks do not eat dinner.

Or they don't eat...except the spiritual food and the spiritual fruit.

But the process is not going to work, he has eaten three normal meals for 200 years, and if he doesn't eat this day, he panics, and nothing is right.

Asked to order dinner, Gu Yan obediently went to order.

Xiao Er set up a table full of dishes, and Cheng Yunzhi took a closer look, and it was clear that they were all his favorite dishes recently, any dish.

He clings to the chopsticks, tsk-tsk praises, but he doesn't know where to start.

He laughed and said, "I said that Fengche copied a small note in his pocket every day, so it should be for you?"

Gu Yan took advantage of the situation and sat down, calmly serving him vegetables.

"Ah."

This calm is quite different from the previous calm.

At least for Cheng Yunzhi, Gu Yan in his current state...is not very fun to tease.

Cheng Yunzhi ate slowly, and when he realized it, the small rice bowl was already protruding, but Gu Yan was still stubbornly stacking the vegetables on top, and it was about to fall, so he reluctantly gave a hand.

He chewed with a headache, thinking about how to soothe him.

To be honest, I have never dealt with such a temperamental Nascent Soul Taoist Lord, and now I lack experience and feel ashamed.

He tried to speak: "The disciple of Zu Shan, I guess he just said it casually, you can listen to it casually, don't take it seriously--besides, what he said is not a lie, I did build the foundation in 200 years, this You know it too."

When he first came to the mirror to make friends, Xiao Cheng Yunzhi might chatter.

At that time, he was so innocent that he could talk about everything, including today when his master and brother cooked braised pork ribs for him.

Or gossip about some interesting things, such as engraving a newly learned poem on the gazebo in Zongli, engraving it crookedly, and finally being chased by the elder brother to lift his collar.

He was exposed to cultivation very early, starting at the age of five and building the foundation at the age of nine.

The master was astonished as a heavenly man, and asked him to practice hard, and he would become a great talent in the future—this is a rare talent even in a big sect.

after?After that everyone will know.

Cheng Yunzhi didn't remember what he said to the mirror when he was a child, but he must have told his friends in the mirror about his entering the foundation building stage.

Gu Yandao: "However, the lifespan of the foundation building period is only 200 years."

And Cheng Yunzhi was at least 210 years old.

At this moment, the room fell into silence, Cheng Yunzhi lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, black hair fell from his shoulders, and slid down the back of his back along the arm holding the vegetables.

The way he chews is very nice, as if silent, but also as if thinking.

Like the silent lotus by the lake, the petals are slightly stretched, and the water is set off by the lotus leaves.

"Longevity," he finally said, dragging his voice for a long time, "it's a gift from my master and brother, to ensure that I can live in this world for a long time, and there is nothing else to say."

Gu Yan said: "I don't care about this."

Cheng Yuzhi finally raised his eyes to look at him, with a sad expression on his face, and sighed: "It's a little strange for you to say that, what if Zitao and the others think I'm some kind of immortal monster."

Gu Yan said coldly: "No."

Cheng Yuzhi glanced at him again, and burst out laughing. The lotus by the lake finally stretched its petals, trembling slightly in the direction of the wind.

"Look at you!"

He laughed and put his chopsticks to the side of the bowl, "Do you think that if that disciple calls me trash again, I will wring his head off?"

"……Yes."

Cheng Yuzhi stood up from the table, walked to Gu Yan's side, pressed his robe, poured most of his body weight on him, and approached Gu Yan's snow-white ears with a smile.

"Come on, just smile,"

Mr. Cheng said lazily, "Although he has only one golden core head, he also has three Nascent Soul heads, which is difficult to deal with. I don't want Ah Yan to vent his anger on me, and then be caught by the tail by others."

Gu Yan said: "I want to kill him, but how can I leave any evidence?"

Cheng Yuzhi lowered his head, and carefully observed Gu Yan's ice-like expression: "You look a bit like the Xianjun Jie in my storybook."

He even touched his chin, "Maybe Zitao is right."

Gu Yan: "Yes, I am Jie Ah."

Cheng Yunzhi didn't take it seriously: "Then I'm little Ah Qi, I want to worship Xuantianzong, and I want to designate Jie Ah Xianjun as my master... How about this role?" Little Ah Qi is Lan Yan in the storybook .

He turned around and faced Gu Yan, so as to look at him for a while.

The corners of the eyes were slightly bent, and a beautiful arc was drawn little by little, and he called softly: "Master."

Gu Yan stood up suddenly, grabbed him by the waist, and took him back.