Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Very heavy.

This is Cheng Yunzhi's only feeling at the moment.

This person was as heavy as a frozen stone, lying on his body, it was so hard, it didn't look obvious, but it was all muscle when touched, not even as soft as a straw stack.

Cheng Yunzhi did not miss the black air that overflowed from the young man's mouth just for a moment.

That's probably demonic energy... I don't know if it's his own madness, or a curse cast on him by another demon cultivator.

He moved his hands, barely satisfied to find that he still had a part of his limbs that could move, and stretched out to push the young man away.

Plop, there was a dull sound of heavy objects falling on the straw stack.

Cheng Yuzhi secretly said sorry, he sat next to the young man, put his fingers between his brows, opened his mouth cleverly, and looked carefully at the light source.

There is no abnormality, and there is no trace of casting a curse. It is very likely that improper cultivation has led to the generation of demonic energy.

In the world of self-cultivation, it is considered a common occurrence. For minor or minor problems, it is usually enough to adjust the spiritual power.

The only source of light in the cave is the luminous pearls scattered not far away. This light makes people's eyes hurt.

Cheng Yuzhi dug out and finally took out the long candle from the mustard bag, and almost took off on the spot in surprise.

The moment he turned his head to light the fire, there was movement behind him.

The straw stacks were shaking, and the young man on the stack had a wide open neckline, disheveled skirts, half of his jade white chest was exposed, and his black hair spread out from behind like a cobweb and fell to his waist.

Under the light of the orange-red candle, his cold and hard profile lines softened at this moment, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he still didn't wake up.

Cheng Yunzhi took the long candle close to him, found an open place to drip wax, and glued the candle on it.

Perhaps it was because his desire not to sleep on the futon was too obvious. After a while, there was a slight movement beside the straw stack. The young man sat up, his black hair fell, covering most of his back.

Cheng Yuzhi said: "You are awake, if you don't wake up, I will have to sleep on the floor today, using a futon as a pillow."

The man was silent for a moment, then said: "Meteor?"

"You actually recognize me," Cheng Yuzhi sat down in front of him, "My friend, you've gone mad, I suggest you adjust your breath for a few more weeks."

"Thank you."

However, before Zhou Tian was tuned in, Cheng Yunzhi realized that something was wrong with him.

The young man's originally snow-cold breath gradually turned hot, and his breathing was so loud that even Cheng Yunzhi could hear it, which was really wrong.

Cheng Yunzhi made a decisive decision and reached out to touch his forehead: "What's wrong with you?"

The young man raised his eyes, with a completely innocent expression: "What's wrong with me."

"……You have a fever."

Unexpectedly, some cultivators would go crazy and have a fever. Cheng Yuzhi said, "The forehead is very hot, you try to suppress it with spiritual power?"

The other party responded in a low voice, but instead of following his suggestion, he moved forward and rested his forehead on his shoulder.Spiritual power surrounded him, almost turning into a solid body, flowing slowly.

Cheng Yunzhi was stunned, slightly uncomfortable.

He has only been so close to his senior brother since he was a child, but the other party's expression is fragile and sick, it is difficult to push him away.

He had no choice but to find something to say, relax his body, and lean on the straw stack to make himself more comfortable.

Cheng Yunzhi yawned again: "What's your name?"

The young man had already turned around, sat cross-legged and adjusted his breath, heard his words, and said in a low voice, "...Gu Yan."

"It sounds familiar," Cheng Yunzhi said casually.

As a result, when he looked up, he saw the young man's tense expression, and almost laughed, "Don't be like this, I have traveled all over the world without enemies, so it doesn't matter if I hear it or not."

"Ah."

After the opponent's movement, the spiritual power suppressed the injury, but judging from his appearance, it is estimated that his strength has not returned yet.

"I'm unlucky, I'm not prepared...then how did you get caught by the devil?" Cheng Yuzhi asked.

"I had dinner today, and I was reading in my room," the other party was surprisingly obedient.

Staring at him, he spoke slowly, "A demon cultivator rushed in from the outside, almost in the same realm as mine, slightly stronger. I was unprepared, got caught, and then came here."

While speaking, he shook the skirt of his clothes lightly, tidied up the messy neckline slowly, and returned to his previous dignified appearance.

Cheng Yunzhi rubbed his chin, it sounded like the same group of people as the Moxiu who arrested him before.

Cheng Yunzhi: "I have a secret method to get out of here in time. Gu...Young Master, you are still injured, I will send you out first. Do me a favor, go to the streets and find those big sects who have recently come to Chenghua Disciple, tell them that Yunzhi is safe for the time being, and tell them not to worry."

Gu Yan was puzzled and looked at him: "What about you?"

"I'll stay here first, to find out about this old demon cultivator. Let him know that I'm not easy to catch." Cheng Yuzhi said with a smile.

Unexpectedly, Gu Yan flatly refused: "No. I won't let you here alone."

Cheng Yunzhi raised his eyebrows: "Don't worry, I have a secret method to save my life, so the magic cultivator can do nothing to me."

Gu Yan still said: "No."

Mr. Cheng fell back into the straw stack resentfully, and murmured to scare him: "Don't regret it, that demon cultivator has at least a golden core cultivation, three heads and six arms, blue face and fangs, and a big horn growing on his head. When he grabbed me, he was covered in blood. Even the soles of the feet are as long as calves."

The other party looked at him wordlessly, as if looking at a bad boy who was frightening.

Gu Yan said: "I am also at the Golden Core stage."

Cheng Yunzhi: "It's easy to say, easy to say—" With a snap, he stuck his shell and opened his eyes wide.

and many more.

Moxiu, at least Jindan.

Gu Yan, Jin Dan.

Cheng Yunzhi... builds the foundation.

The one who served the dish turned out to be himself.

When Moxiu returned to his lair, he saw the Xianxiu he captured and another strange Xianxiu, leaning head to head against the straw stack and sleeping.

He clicked his tongue loudly, successfully waking them up.

"Hey, old boy, where are you from?!"

He walked up to Gu Yan, and wanted to reach out to grab Gu Yan, when his eyes blurred, a young man in a snow-clothed robe appeared on the other side of the cave like a ghost.

Moxiu got angry and released the immortal lock, successfully binding the young man tightly.

Gu Yan looked at the rope on his body, waggled his fingertips nonchalantly, and as if thinking of something, he paused in mid-air and became silent.

Cheng Yunzhi was also awakened by the noise, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the two confronting each other.

He got up quickly and used his spiritual power, at least to save his life from the blow of Jindanqi Demon Cultivator.

"Brother, you and I met by chance, why bother to embarrass each other..."

Moxiu flicked his tongue loudly again: "You and I met by chance! How can there be him! I only caught you!"

As soon as these words were said, the cave fell into silence.

Cheng Yunzhi glanced at Gu Yan in surprise.

Finding that the young man in snow clothes is still calm, maintaining an appearance of ignorance of world affairs, after pondering for a while, he still decides to trust his new friend.

Don't believe anything Moxiu says.

"Look what nonsense you're talking about, you only caught me, so where did he come from?" He said softly.

Moxiu got stuck: "He..."

At this time, Gu Yan picked up the words: "It's not you who arrested me, but another person."

Moxiu let out a sigh of relief: "Ha! I thought there was a ghost, it was the brother who caught you!"

He wiped his beard, revealing a hideous face.

"It's just right, more people have more chips, now I want to take back all the magic weapons in Chou Xianxiu's hands!"

His figure flickered like a ghost, and his palm swayed over Cheng Yunzhi's eyelids.

The dark rough palm grabbed the darkness, and Cheng Yuzhi's eyes blurred, and he immediately moved from the cave to the outside, his body still tied with ropes.

In the unwarmed cold wind of early spring, Cheng Yun's long hair was blown up, revealing a smooth forehead and a beautiful side face.

Moxiu glanced at him quietly, remembering breaking into the youth's room back then, and swallowed.

Originally, he wanted to kill someone casually on the streets of mortals, so that this group of soft-boned immortal disciples could see blood and dampen their spirit.

As a result, he bowed his head and caught such a beautiful person.

His snow-green robe was loosely hung on his body, and his snow-white undershirt outlined his slender waist. He leaned against the edge of the window, smiling like a half-smile.

Long ink-like hair flowed down from the shoulders and neck, and hung on the white to almost transparent wrists.

Moxiu looked straight at him, he was used to killing people, but this time he was reluctant to do so.

So I thought, let him live a little longer.

He thought, when the disciple of the immortal sect handed over the magic weapon, he would have a better time and send him to see Granny Meng neatly.

They were moved to a huge open space, blocked by a bush in front of them.

Through the gaps in the sparse bushes, you can still see the group of anxious immortal disciples standing across the clearing, fully armed and fully prepared.

Ha, he knows what this group of people are thinking, and the righteous way will always be like this.

As soon as he let him go, they threw fire and smoke talismans to disturb his sight, and then took the opportunity to suppress him and take back the magical artifacts they had taken away.

Moxiu held it with his fingers, and Cheng Yuzhi felt the rope on his body become tighter.

He was in pain and shouted in dissatisfaction; "You have enmity with them, so go and avenge yourself. What's the use of torturing me?"

Moxiu turned back and growled, "Don't make noise!"

Cheng Yuzhi snorted silently, and turned to look at the brother who was as unlucky as him.

The old man was calm and relaxed, and his demeanor was not very human. The outer robe was bound by the rope without even half a crease, which made people wonder if the rope was really tied to him.

But when he turned his head to look, the young man in snow had red cheeks and blurred eyes, staring straight down at the ground, as if there was a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum growing there.

Cheng Yunzhi: "Are you... all right?"

Gu Yan pursed her lips and forced a smile: "I'm sorry, I went crazy before, and the injuries left behind don't seem to be fully healed. I hope it won't hold you back."

With that poor little appearance, Cheng Yuzhi's heart softened, and he instantly forgot that the other party was a big realm higher than him.

He moved slowly to the other party's side, tilted his head, and said in a low voice, "I'll use the secret technique later, and I'll make sure you escape successfully."

The other party also looked down at him, and said meekly, "Okay."

The demon cultivator carelessly left the bushes that concealed his whereabouts, and appeared openly in front of the disciples of the immortal sect.

When the leading disciple saw him, he immediately drew his sword and pointed it at his nose.

"Bold magic cultivator! Hand over the person who was captured before, and save your life!"

"The deceitful sect acted extremely strangely. He even killed several innocent mortals before. Brother Chen, you must not let him go!"

"But that magic weapon..."

When Zitao spoke, there was a sound on the ground: "Our Xuantian Sect, everything we say and do must be matched one by one."

He raised his long eyebrows, looked at Moxiu, his pupils were shining brightly: "Just let him go, what you want is here."

He held out a hand, palm open.

A light blue jade lotus flower slowly floated up from his hand, gradually rotating in the direction of spiritual power.

Even though it was far away, Cheng Yuzhi could smell the extremely thick spiritual power wafting from the jade lotus flower, not to mention the magic cultivator who was only a few steps away.

Almost at the same time, greed, hatred, jealousy and covetousness appeared on his face at the same time.

Moxiu couldn't help himself to open his hand, and wanted to grab the jade lotus: "...Spiritual power! Spiritual power!!!"

It seemed that it was some kind of extremely addictive hallucinogenic poison, which took all the mind of this demon cultivator, and even his soul would be taken away.

Zitao withdrew his hand, and the jade lotus disappeared.

He was vigilant and shouted loudly: "You let him go!"

Moxiu raised his hand, and Cheng Yunzhi felt the rope on his body pull, pulling him to walk outside.

He pretended to be nervous, frowned slightly, and reluctantly walked to the open space.

Afraid that the young man behind him would be nervous, he turned his head frequently and gestured to him that it was okay, he was there for everything.

When the young master in the snow green robe appeared, Zitao and his brothers were still mentally prepared.

He thought angrily, if he had known, he would have told the kneader earlier, don't open the window casually in the middle of the night, in case he ran into a bad person, it would be over.

Judging by the way he came out to do business with a smile on his face, he didn't look like a well-cultivated monk. It is estimated that a mortal has suffered a catastrophe.

Right now, they can only pretend to give the jade lotus to the demon cultivator first, and then discuss how to get it back.

As a result, when the young master turned his head, a very familiar figure appeared.

All the disciples of Xuantianzong stood still, especially his son Tao.

This familiar dark pattern snow suit, tall and tall, has an extremely light expression.

And those snow-covered eyes, if paired with a divine sword, can split the top of the snow peak and walk down from the sky through the soft gaps in the snow.

No, it's his uncle, Jun A Xianjun!

He blurted out: "Master—"