Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Cheng Yuzhi turned around with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile, "Friend Liu Daoist."

Liu Jierong was still wearing the same Taoist robe, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have deepened after he hadn't seen him for a few days.Seeing Cheng Yunzhi coming in, he hurriedly pulled him from the center of the entrance to the side, out of the attention of the disciples of various sects.

Liu Jierong said: "I'm still looking for you everywhere. I'm all alone, and I'm in a panic."

Cheng Yuzhi raised his eyebrows: "I haven't seen you Daoist Liu recently, where have you gone to study?"

Liu Jierong had a bitter expression on his face: "Hey, I just put the gadgets I found from the Demon Cultivation Sect to sell in the back streets. You know what they are, but there are not many gadgets and they are not worth much—— But they actually called me a liar! How could I sell fakes!"

Liu Jierong did find a few bottles of elixir from the Moxiu sect before, and Cheng Yunzhi had a look at them. They were indeed low-level elixirs, worthless, but at least they were not fakes.

Cheng Yuzhi pondered for a moment, and said, "How much did you sell?"

Liu Jierong spread out his hands: "It's gone! That person took care of everything! As soon as I turned around, someone came to arrest me, saying that people took my medicine and fell into a coma, saying that I was a counterfeit medicine and wanted to eat dead people!"

This is so strange, how Cheng Yuzhi looked at it at the time, it was just a common spirit-enhancing pill for improving one's cultivation.

But how did he show up here intact: "They let you go?"

Liu Jierong: "Yes, I found a doctor to see it, and said that although it was a bit strange, it should indeed be breaking through the spiritual veins. The coma had nothing to do with me, so he let me out."

Cheng Yuzhi comforted him: "Don't think too much, I've made a breakthrough later, and I still have to ask you to send a pennant."

Thinking about it, Cheng Yunzhi suddenly remembered that Liu Jierong gave him a few bottles at that time.

So he took out the mustard seed bag and took a bottle of Yunling Pill from it.

When I opened the cork, I smelled the fragrance, which was no different from ordinary Yunling Pills. No matter how you looked at it, it was genuine... Besides, why did their Moxiu Sect prepare a fake in the warehouse?

Liu Jierong exclaimed: "That's right, let me tell you where I might be selling fakes!"

While they were talking, they heard someone in the group next to him snort coldly and said, "When my elder brother wakes up, you'll be able to eat some of your goodies. He couldn't participate in the Fairy Gate Club, and he'll have to settle the score later." !"

Liu Jierong was stunned for a moment, unbelievable: "No, it's you!"

Cheng Yunzhi casually straightened out his train of thought and suddenly realized.

The next door is actually the family of the suffering master!

The two of them were actually next to the family of the bitter master who bought the medicine, and they muttered loudly for a long time!

The handsome young man froze, and pulled out the folding fan from his waist, wanting to make some small moves to relieve the embarrassment.

He shook and shook, chattering casually: "Fellow Daoist, our medicine must be fine. If you don't believe me, you can check it. Here, I just have a bottle here."

With that said, he handed out the medicine bottle.

The man turned his face angrily, grabbed the medicine bottle, put it under his nose and sniffed it.

It seemed that it was not satisfying, so I just fished one out of it and stuffed it into my mouth.

The people walking behind him all entered, rushed up to stop him: "Be careful!"

"It's okay," he said vaguely, "the taste is very good, it should be Yunling Pill, this kid is not lying."

Liu Jierong complained: "I'm really not selling fake medicine!"

He said: "But who knows whether the medicine you sold my elder brother is true or not. Anyway, when my elder brother wakes up, we will know what's going on... You wait. And you, just together, don't run away!"

The last one refers to Cheng Yunzhi.

Cheng Yunzhi smiled: "...?"

He didn't do anything and became an accomplice?

The exit of the hall opened, and all the fellow Taoists of the Immortal Sect poured out like a flood with a valve opened, and sat down on the seats assigned to the contestants by the Zhongzhang Sect.

Cheng Yunzhi and Liu Jierong were at the end, and Yaoyao sat down in the area where casual cultivators were.

This seat is quite interesting, it was dug on a mountain peak, and a hundred steps were cut out abruptly to serve as a seat.

I heard from the neighbor that even these mountain peaks were moved from afar by Da Neng with the power of the heavens. When the Fairy Gate Society is over, they may be moved back.

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

He tried a little hard to imagine what it would look like if Jie A Xianjun used mana to move mountains.

The venue of the Xianmen Club occupies a huge area, even with Daoxiu's excellent eyesight, he could only see the blurred faces of the crowd in the opposite audience.

It hasn't started yet, there are still clouds and mists among the mountains, covering the mountains and blocking out the sun.

At first, Cheng Yuzhi squinted his eyes with great interest, trying to find out where Gu Yan was from the audience, but later he found that there were too many people and his eyes hurt, so he gave up angrily.

I only heard the bell ringing in the distance, and the sound of the heavy bell spread throughout the Xianmen venue.

The crowd exclaimed, and a cloud of fire rolled down from the sky, wrapped in a strong aura, and the mighty coercion spread out!

"The Lord of the Raging Fire Pavilion!"

Seeing him landed on the high platform, Shi Shi ran sat down after absorbing the supernatural powers, and only then did the second great power enter the arena.

"Patriarch Zushan!"

Second place, third place...

Soon, the high platform was full of great powers, but the noisy crowd had already been extremely quiet, and they didn't dare to speak rashly. The scene was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling.

Liu Jierong looked at the great powers of the Fusion Stage and Transformation Stage on the high platform in the distance, with yearning in his eyes.

"Oh," he couldn't help sighing, "If I have the qualifications to join the Almighty sect, I won't be unable to break through Foundation Establishment at my age."

"Oh," said Cheng Yunzhi, "I'm older than you, do you think I've got something to play again?"

Liu Jierong glanced at him: "I don't believe that you really only have the foundation... Otherwise, how could you still maintain your youthful appearance."

Cheng Yunzhi said with a pleasant face, "You have the skills to retain your face, rejuvenate your youth, choose one at random, I don't mind."

All the masters on the high platform exchanged glances, and someone asked, "Who?"

"I don't know, they said they will come."

silence.

After maintaining half a cup of tea, a disciple of Zhongzhang Sect jumped out from a high place, suspended in the air, and sang: "The Immortal Lord has arrived——"

It was not a person who arrived first, but a sword light.

A majestic divine sword flew rapidly from the sky, piercing through the air all the way, making a sharp crackling sound!

The cirrus clouds opened up for it, and actually parted a road, letting it go first.

Someone exclaimed: "It's Jie Ajian!"

The whole audience stood up, and even the great masters also stood up, watching the divine sword flying from a distance.

Even the contestants stood up. Cheng Yuzhi was sitting among Lao Gao's immortal disciples who were standing there, and suddenly felt that he was out of place.

The sword passed through the clouds without stopping for a moment, its target was extremely certain, it flew towards the fairy gate, and soon changed from a small point to a long sword shining with silver light.

——Even the direction is extremely certain, without any change!

Cheng Yuzhi always felt that the sword was coming towards him. After all, the direction of the sword tip seemed, as if, to be towards his head...

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, now Cheng Yuzhi is sure: it's coming towards him!

Could it be that this divine sword has enmity with him and wants to stab him to death with one sword!

Weird!

Isn't the book "Jie Ah Xianjun vs Blue Yan Confidant Xiao Ah Qi" in his hand not published yet? !

What kind of temper did Jie Ah Shenjian lose his temper?

You can't see it with clairvoyance, right? !

At this moment, his mental activity was extremely rich, all kinds of colorful content rushed into his head, and he even had the thought to take another look at the auditorium, hoping to see his beautiful husband before he died, so as not to die in peace.

All the disciples of the Immortal Sect in the contestant's seat exploded, and there were exclamations everywhere!

"Jie Ajian is coming here!"

"Where is Xianjun, hasn't Xianjun come?!"

"Hurry up, it's coming!"

"Wait, it's almost here, why don't you slow down?!"

Liu Jierong finally broke away from his obsession with Da Neng and found that something was not right.

He took a closer look, turned pale with shock, and quickly pushed Cheng Yunzhi: "Friend Cheng! That piece of the God Sword seems to be aimed at you!!!"

Cheng Yunzhi was swayed by his push with a blank expression, and he thought idly: Yes, they came for him. Looking at this posture, I'm afraid they want to stab him all over his body excitedly.

What a pity, what a pity, he might become the first author in history to be stabbed to death by the Lord's sword.

He sighed, put his hand on the mustard bag in his arms, and prepared to temporarily activate the secret method to transfer his life.

But I'm afraid that in the future, he won't be able to write the stories he has already thought up, otherwise he will have to be like today, with a sword flying from the sky to take his life.

When he was a little dazed, Liu Jierong was already planning to hold his head and force him to the ground...Saving his life is better than anything else.

The result was caught off guard, and the Excalibur suddenly disappeared.

The expressions of Liu Jierong and the disciples around him changed drastically, a large space was vacated in the disciples' seat, and Cheng Yunzhi happened to be dazed in the center.

Cheng Yuzhi thought calmly: "I can still teleport, it seems that I can't escape today."

Just as he was thinking, the sword suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and with a shudder——

Inserted into the stone wall next to his head.

Cheng Yunzhi kept a smile on his face: "Liu Daoyou, don't panic, sit down and watch the Xianmen meeting, don't block other people's sight."

Liu Jierong and his disciples: "..."

You were almost beheaded by a sword! ! !

It just so happened that Cheng Yuzhi hesitated for a moment because he didn't feel the murderous aura from the sword.

He looked sideways and saw that the sword was upright, nailed into the stone wall beside him sideways.

The sword body is light and thin, extremely sharp, with occasional flashes of inspiration, and the hilt looks like ore and white jade, and it doesn't look like a mortal weapon overall.

It is worthy of being a magic weapon in the hands of Jie'a Xianjun to kill all ghosts and demons.

Right now, it's as if the magic weapon is dead, and there is no movement at all.

Cheng Yuzhi: "Dear fellows, don't look at me, it makes me a little flustered. Is there anyone who can do a good job and send Jie'a Divine Soldier back to Xianjun, Xiao Cheng, I have a little help... A little soft."

He looked down, and saw a small black dot, who looked like Zitao, was trying his best to climb up to save him.

Cheng Yuzhi thought: Brother Zitao, Cheng Xin appreciates your kindness, but with your cultivation level, I'm afraid you won't be able to pull out the Jie'a sword.

In the distance, all the mighty ones look at me and look at you, not knowing what to do.

"Here, why is Jie'a Shenjian so excited? Could this be what Xianjun meant?"

In the end, the suzerain of Xuantian Sect stood up from the high platform.

He hesitated and said: "I don't know why, the immortal has not yet arrived, but the divine sword has rushed here first. If this is the case, why not let me..."

The studio was silent.

As he talked, he also accepted the words, dumbfounded.

Cheng Yuzhi's eyes were suddenly covered with a veil, and he could no longer see clearly.

It seemed that someone was standing right in front of him, with long sleeves covering his eyes, blocking most of his vision.

I saw a hand reaching out diagonally from behind, holding the hilt of Jie'a's sword.

The fingers are slender, with well-defined joints.

His gaze fell on that hand, watching it hold the hilt, and watching the Jie'a Divine Sword being pulled out obediently, without the slightest resistance, as obediently as an ordinary iron sword without a sword spirit in the world.

Liu Jierong's eyeballs almost fell out: "Immortal, immortal, immortal..."

A crowd of disciples bowed down and said in unison, "Welcome to the Immortal Monarch."

Nowhere is not loud, nowhere is not neat.

With a groan, Jie'a Excalibur left the stone wall, was inserted back into the scabbard, and whispered in dissatisfaction.

The man in snow patted its sword hilt, signaling it to be quiet.

Cheng Yunzhi didn't move.

Even his eyes were only on the mark cut by the divine sword on the stone wall, thinking aimlessly in his mind: What is this, the first close contact with the original master?

Outrageous.

The snow-clothed man in front of him laughed very lightly.

"Sorry, it was too excited today."

Cheng Yunzhi's voice was low and deep, and Cheng Yunzhi somehow felt familiar, but he was not thinking clearly, and he didn't have the brain to connect the clues for the time being.

Finally, the hazy long-sleeve left from Cheng Yuzhi's eyes, stepped into the void, and suddenly appeared on the high platform where Da Neng was sitting in the distance, and nodded to fellow Taoists.

Only then did Liu Jierong sit down on his buttocks with limp legs, and fell back paralyzed.

He barely took a deep breath, and he had been holding his breath just now, almost killing himself.

"Unexpectedly, it's really Xianjun... Hey, why couldn't I move just now! Otherwise, it would be great if I could introduce myself to Xianjun!"

Only then did Cheng Yuzhi come back to his senses, and looked at the high platform.

The voice was really familiar, as if it was just heard last night, it was so close at hand.

His eyes fell on the face of the snow-clothed man in the middle of the high platform, and he was disappointed to find that the face of the snow-clothed man was blurred, as if he had used magic to erase his memory on purpose.

Cheng Yuzhi answered, "Don't mention you, I can't move either."

He Zhi couldn't move, and almost died on the spot.

Liu Jierong: "To be honest, if you just grabbed Xianjun's sleeve and asked him to accept you as his apprentice, he would keep your golden elixir for three years and Yuanying for five years."

Cheng Yunzhi: "This is the premise of success. If it is not successful, Xianjun chopped off my head with a sword, and the cause and effect cannot be blamed on you."

Liu Jierong smiled resentfully: "How can it be, Mr. Xianjun has a lot of them, so he doesn't care about them."

Disciples scattered all around gathered around one after another, looking at Cheng Yunzhi as if they were looking at rare spiritual objects.

All I had to do was ask him what he thought of the Flying Excalibur.

The head of the Zhongzhang Sect got up at the right time, and presided over the overall situation: "Ahem, everyone, today is the day when my Zhongzhang Sect opens its doors. I invite all fellow Taoists to come to my Zhongzhang Immortal Sect Meeting..."

The voice was loud, lingering around every mountain peak, but it couldn't linger in Chengyun's heart.

Cheng Yuzhi rested his face on his elbows, feeling lingering fear and a little dazed.

He looked for a section in the auditorium to watch a section, and couldn't hold back his curiosity from time to time, and looked up the high platform again.

His eyes were on the snow-clothed man, but unexpectedly, the other man was also looking at him, and nodded at him.

Cheng Yunzhi: ...

He hurriedly looked away, pretended not to care, pulled out the folding fan from his pocket, and fanned himself cracklingly, almost making his hair stand up.

Liu Jierong next door suffered an indiscriminate disaster and was slapped so hard that he couldn't even open his eyes.

How can this work, so I quickly stopped him: "Don't fan it, don't fan it, why is it so hot now?"

Cheng Yuzhi said with a pleasant smile, "Xiao Cheng, my heart is on fire, what's the reason?"

Just as he was talking, he took another look at the stage, and met the man in snow again.

Xiao Cheng: ……………

His premonition must be correct, Xianjun is looking at him!

Another bell struck, and the background hum of speech finally came to an end.

The scene fell silent, and Cheng Yunzhi finally found a figure suspected to be Gu Yan in the auditorium.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and looked around, hoping that the other party would also notice him and say hello.

It's just that the man never looked back, Cheng Yuzhi felt a little regretful.

Suddenly the crowd below exclaimed, poking out a mass of black heads.

Cheng Yuzhi followed suit and asked, "What's going on?"

Liu Jierong narrowed his eyes, a little uncertain: "I don't know, it seems that something happened down there...God! Look! School of fish!"

Schools of colorful fish are brought in from the sea, passed through long tunnels, and finally emerge in a huge seawater pool surrounded by mountain peaks.

Their fish scales are shining golden, just like the shavings of sunlight falling on the water surface. With long and short body lines and colorful colors, they are naturally woven into a huge picture of fish schools.

The spiritual power of the head of Zhongzhang Sect burst out from the palm of his hand, and landed on the platform silently.

The next moment, the pool of water was like a tornado, leaving the pool in the air, and unfolded in the air, forming long and huge horizontal stripes.

It is written: Zhongzhang Fairy Gate Association.

Soon, the meeting will end.

According to Cheng Yunzhi's words, it means "doing nothing practical, just talking superficially and doing superficial actions".

Da Neng disappeared, and the disciples of the sect and the audience also hurriedly left.

However, Cheng Yunzhi didn't intend to leave immediately, but walked towards the back of the white-clothed figure who had been ignoring him.

He was only halfway through when he was pulled by his sleeve.

Liu Jierong said strangely: "Where is the exit? Where are you going?"

Cheng Yuzhi turned his head and pointed to that direction: "I'll go find someone."

As a result, when I looked at it again, the originally conspicuous Xueyi's back had disappeared without a trace.

Cheng Yunzhi said strangely, but he didn't think much about it, Gu Yan probably planned to wait for him at the exit.

They walked out together, and met the family of the suffering master on the way, a young fellow Taoist who was not very old.

Seeing the two of them, his eyes glared over.

"Something happened to my elder brother!" He was still crying, staring at Liu Jierong angrily, "You still say that what you sell is not fake medicine?!!"

Liu Jierong was stunned at once: "Ah?! Impossible!"

Cheng Yunzhi quickly smoothed things over: "Both of you, calm down."

The young fellow daoist wiped his eyes and said angrily, "It's not your brother, of course you calm down!"

Cheng Yuzhi thought for a while, and sincerely squeezed his hand tightly, trying to calm down the little fellow daoist.

"Don't panic, we are really not selling fake medicines, and I'm not his accomplice. Otherwise, you take us there to see your elder brother, maybe you will find something."

The young fellow Daoist was held by him, and just about to shake it away with all his strength, suddenly his eyes fell on his face, he let go of his strength in a daze, and lowered his head in frustration.

He said sullenly: "If there is really something wrong with my elder brother, I want you to look good!"

Someone called him from behind: "A Si, come here quickly!"

He also turned around: "Go back first, I'll be right there!"

Liu Jierong looked like a fly with nowhere to settle. Cheng Yuzhi asked him some questions, such as "Is there anything unusual about that person buying medicine?" or other questions, Liu Jierong always said "no".

Cheng Yun's head grew bigger.

One question and three questions, how can this be fixed?

As he approached the exit, he sighed and said to Asi, "Wait for me a moment, I'll go and talk to Ah Yan, and I'll be right back."

Liu Jierong didn't react too much, just muttered: "Young Master Gu is here."

And Ah Si grabbed his sleeve, afraid that he would let go and run away: "Don't leave! You are all in the same group, what will I do if I run away!"

Cheng Yuzhi staggered a bit, and couldn't laugh or cry: "Okay, okay, let go first, I won't be able to stand anymore. If you don't want to leave, just send a text message to the head office."

As he said that, he took out the communication jade slip in the mustard bag, and sent a text message in one direction.

Ah Si was suspicious: "There won't be a third accomplice?"

Liu Jierong broke down and said, "Really! No! Yes!!!"

Three figures went upstream from the crowd going out and turned into another street. Asi knocked on the door of one of the courtyards.

Soon someone opened the door and let them in.

According to the legend, the eldest brother who "did fake medicine" was lying on the couch in the back room, and his personnel were unknown.

Ah Si turned his head and turned to the person who opened the door: "Has the doctor come today? What should I say? Why hasn't the eldest brother woke up yet!"

The man was also at a loss: "No, no. It's just that he is still digesting spiritual energy."

Ah Si let go of his hand weakly: "...ah."

While Ah Si was talking to that person, Cheng Yun stepped forward, instead of sitting on the edge of the bed, he bent down to simply check the condition of the person on the bed.

And the small jade bottle that was suspected to contain fake medicine was placed by the bedside without the cork.

Cheng Yuzhi took it over and took a look, his scalp was numb.

He hurriedly called Ah Si over: "This is your brother, have you eaten all the Yunling Pills in one go?"

Liu Jierong said directly: "You have the guts! This will blow him up!"

Ah Si was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

He frowned, and couldn't believe it: "It shouldn't be possible. How could anyone be so stupid as to eat it all in one go? My brother must have eaten it separately."

There was nothing suspicious about the little jade bottle, and it was correct to sniff the remaining scent.

Suddenly, Cheng Yunzhi's eyes froze, he reached in with his finger, and wiped the bottom of the small jade bottle.

Liu Jierong was puzzled: "What are you doing?"

The young man replied: "I smell something unusual."

Hearing this, Ah Si's gaze shot over like a sharp arrow.

He yelled in horror: "It really is a fake drug!!! You fake drug dealers!"

Cheng Yuzhi stretched out his fan and patted him on the shoulder: "My friend, be quiet, I have a clue."

This kind of smell not only appeared in the small jade bottle, but also appeared in Changjin Mountain, and also appeared in the inflated human air bag of Wang Fugui's house.

He slowly closed his eyes: "Innate spiritual power."

Cheng Yuzhi couldn't laugh anymore, he patted the little jade bottle into Liu Jierong's hand, and said calmly: "Smell it, do you find it familiar? Did you smell it in that warehouse?"

Liu Jierong took it, sniffed it carefully, and his face changed drastically: "They actually made the Yunling Pill by themselves!"

It was those demon cultivators who, after extracting the innate spiritual power from the mortal body, in order to prevent the loss of spiritual power, forcibly compressed it into Yun Ling Pill!

Liu Jierong was confused and didn't know what to do. After all, a normal Taoist cultivator would not be able to touch innate spiritual power. Only a demonic cultivator would do this for quick success.

"Then what should I do?" He wailed in pain, "I don't know so much!"

Ah Si also changed his face drastically, grabbed Liu Jierong by the collar of his chest, lifted him half a step, and his eyes were red: "Then what should I do! What should my elder brother do?!"

Liu Jierong was so anxious that he waved his hands wildly, trying to push him away, and said indiscriminately: "He bought it himself, he ate it himself, it's none of my business! I'm not an alchemy practitioner, nor a medicine practitioner! I make some money." Is it easy? I, I am a bit too memorized!"

"That's what you sold to him!"

As he said that, the person on the bed seemed to move, coughing unconsciously.

Ah Si threw Liu Jierong to the side and rushed forward: "Brother!"

No one responded to him, and the man sank again, looking even worse.

Ah Si choked up, stood up tremblingly, pointed to Liu Jierong's nose and said, "Just wait, I'll tell Zhongzhang Law Enforcement Hall to deport you!"

Liu Jierong screamed: "Don't... Really, it's really none of my business!"

A pair of hands slowly landed on Ah Si's shoulders, Ah Si shook his body and shook his hands away.

"You too!" Ah Si said viciously, "Put yourself in the skin of a good man!"

Cheng Yuzhi calmly said: "My friend, don't panic. Innate spiritual power is just a type of spiritual power. If there is external help, it can still be saved."

Ah Si panicked: "There is no external force!"

He wiped his eyes, and seeing the person on the bed frowning uncomfortably, he quickly wrung out a towel from the basin, and wiped his face carefully, his caring gesture was not unskilled.

After wiping, he became discouraged, and the young fellow daoist who put on the Taoist robe well turned into an "old man" with a hunched back.

He: "Oh..." He barely calmed down, "Tell me?"

Liu Jierong rolled his eyes, turned his back and gossiped: "You are so cruel to me, but you are so gentle to him."

Cheng Yuzhi was thoughtful: "His current problem is tantamount to the inability to absorb spiritual power, which blocks the spiritual veins and prevents people from waking up."

"Then?" Ash asked eagerly.

"As long as there is a person with strong spiritual power, help him open up the spiritual veins, so that the innate spiritual power can be discharged in advance."

Hearing this, Liu Jierong couldn't hold back, and turned his head: "But to open up the spiritual veins, what is needed is not the spiritual power of a cat or a dog, it needs to be much higher!"

Ah thought for a while: "Then, I'll call my teacher, is that enough?"

"What realm is your brother?"

"Golden Core Stage."

"What about your teacher?"

Ah Si became confused again, gritted his teeth and said, "The late Yuanying period..."

Now I can hear it without explaining it. I'm afraid it's not enough.

Liu Jierong was dejected, and knocked his head on the wall of the house: "Forcibly opening the spiritual veins will not hurt people, this is the realm of the gods."

Cheng Yunzhi was not in a hurry: "We don't know the great power of the distracted stage, but Brother Zitao does."

Speaking of Xuantianzong's elder brother, Liu Jierong suddenly realized: "Yes! The leader of their division seems to be the distracted elder?"

With a suitable candidate, Cheng Yunzhi clasped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist Ah Si, we have to go back and call someone..."

"And then took the opportunity to run away?" Ah Si obviously didn't trust them.

He glanced at Liu Jierong, then at Cheng Yuzhi, and said stubbornly, "No, you two counterfeit drug dealers must stay under my nose!"

Cheng Yuzhi felt a little headache, but he could understand Ah Si's actions.

I'm afraid if I change to someone who is more vigilant, I'm afraid they won't be able to let the two of them chatter here.

He asked Liu Jierong: "Do you have Zitao's communication slips?"

Liu Jierong was puzzled: "You don't have it, how could I have it."

Cheng Yunzhi spread his hands: "Then we can only go to their inn to find someone. My friend, since you are worried, how about going for a walk with us?"

Ah Si was a little reluctant, but because of his elder brother who was still in a coma and the seemingly feasible plan, he decided to go with them.

When they went out, they met many brothers and sisters, each glaring at Cheng Yunzhi and the others.

Pointing to Liu Jierong: "Look, that's a counterfeit drug dealer, preventing senior brother from participating in the Fairy Gate Association."

Pointing at Cheng Yunzhi: "And his accomplices."

Cheng Yuzhi kept smiling: "Why am I still an accomplice?"

By the way, I sent Gu Yan the information on the jade slip.

Soon after receiving the news from Gu Yan, he took out the jade slip.

Gu: He has some matters in his hands that need to be resolved immediately. He may leave Cheng Yuzhi for a short period of time, and he will come back immediately after the resolution is completed.

Cheng Yuzhi thought about it lazily, and then lost some spiritual power to go in.

Cheng: So many things need to be resolved... Gu Daojun?

Gu: It’s a surprise for you.

surprise?

Cheng Yunzhi smiled and said: It's better to be a real surprise.

After being asked for directions, he quickly found the inn where Xuantianzong was staying.Just like what Zitao said, it is indeed a large courtyard and a large open space, and even the occupied area is many times larger than that of the small sect next door.

Zitao was in his room, facing the sleeping Baici with a sad face.

He went to hold a meeting in the morning, and when he came back, he saw fellow daoist Bai lying on the table, sound asleep.

That's all, but he still can't wake up!

I can't help but start to doubt myself: "Last night, was my sleeping position really that bad?"

When Cheng Yunzhi came in, he had already started to think about whether to use some special means to wake Bai Ci up for dinner.

Cheng Yunzhi leaned against the door, knocked lightly on the door: "Fellow Daoist Zitao."

Zitao turned his head and was pleasantly surprised: "Young Master Cheng!"

They introduced their backgrounds to each other. After listening to Zitao, he nodded and tapped himself on the chest: "No problem, I will tell the elder when I get back."

As soon as Ah Si entered the inn where Xuantianzong stayed, he felt a little restrained.

Passing by the open space, when he saw a group of snow-clothed disciples who were working hard to practice their swords, they didn't even know where to put their hands and feet, and their defenses against Cheng Yuzhi and the others were much less.

After all, he still knows people from the first sect.

Probably not the bad guy.

While Cheng Yunzhi and the others were talking, Bai Ci woke up leisurely.

He put his messy hair on his chest, and when he raised his head, he casually grabbed it with his hands and stretched his waist, revealing the strong muscles of a young man, and he was still wearing Zitao's Taoist robe.

It must have been his own clothes that were so tattered, Zitao couldn't bear to look at them, so he forced his own clothes to him.

When Beitz woke up, he was not surprised to see so many people in the room.

He just yawned lazily and nodded his head: "Fellow Daoist Cheng, Fellow Daoist Liu, and this fellow Daoist."

When he bit the word "daoyou", he was always a little frivolous and cold, as if he didn't take the polite address among Taoists seriously.

Seeing Zitao, he showed a genuine smile: "Zitao?"

Zitao turned his head and stared at him expressionlessly: "You have been sleeping for several hours. You were sleeping when I went out in the morning, and you are still sleeping now."

Speaking of this, I suddenly realized: "Isn't there narcolepsy?"

Bai Ci smiled and stood up, raised his hand, and put it on his shoulder.

"How could it be? I just dreamed that I was discussing Taoism with all the great experts...Speaking of which, Zitao, will all the great experts like Xianjun stay to watch the match of the Xianmen Association?"

Zitao: "No, just show up at the beginning and leave... Uh, I don't know about Xianjun, but it's about the same."

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Cheng Yunzhi.

He thought to himself, Jie Ah Xianjun might be gone, but "Gu Daojun" is still there!

Beitz nodded, and there seemed to be no regret in his smile: "I see."

Ah Si has been standing behind Cheng Yun, and he dare not speak casually to the disciples of the big sect during the gap between everyone talking.

Seeing that everyone stopped talking, he whispered: "Then, can you invite the elders as soon as possible?"

Zitao: "No problem, I'll go to the newsletter."

However, before the elder who went out could reply, Ah Si received a message, and the junior fellow who sent him the message called him in a crying voice: "A Si! Senior brother is gone!"

After a brief silence, a violent echo erupted.

Ah Si's tears flowed down: "What, what...?"

Ah Si's eldest brother just left.

He just lay on that bed, silently.It was the senior brother passing by the window who was about to go in to take care of him, only to find that the man was out of breath.

Everyone was running wildly all the way, Ah Si pushed open the door and rushed to the bed: "Brother!"

He first reached out his hand to touch the artery of the unconscious Daoxiu. It was still warm, but he could clearly feel the temperature passing away.

The fellow who reported to him stood beside him helplessly, watching him bend down and cry.

"elder brother--"

The room was dim, and the yellow-brown wood color became more and more deep under the shadows.

Only one candle lamp was lit, flickering out a little halo that was almost invisible, it was noon, it was clearly night.

There seemed to be a glint of water, flashing past the edge of the bed.

As soon as Cheng Yun stepped through the door, he saw Ah Si, who had bent down, stand up.

When he turned his head, his black hair fell down, revealing that grief-stricken, somewhat pale face, like a newly born confused ghost, heading straight towards his direction.

Then, he brushed past Cheng Yunzhi, and picked up Liu Jierong who was hiding behind him and wanted to sneak a look at the situation.

Liu Jierong's complexion also changed into another realm.

No one could have imagined that this person died in the short time they had just left? !

The disciples of Zhongzhangzong Law Enforcement Hall arrived and stood in a row outside the house, blocking the gaze of all irrelevant people.

But this matter was not completely hidden from outsiders. Soon, it spread widely, saying that someone here had eaten fake medicine and died, which immediately aroused a lot of discussion.

Of course Liu Jierong understands that one life is worth one life, but he doesn't want to die!

Besides, he really didn't know that this medicine would kill people!

Asi was so powerful that he lifted him up from the ground.

His cheeks were flushed, and he was about to throw him down, it would be best if his brains burst and his orifices bleed.

That gaze was no longer peaceful with a little worry, but turned into a strong emotion that wanted to eat his flesh and draw his blood.

The middle-aged man with dodging eyes must be crushed and buried with his elder brother!

At some point, a ray of fire ignited on his wrist, winding around his finger bones, and crawling towards Liu Jierong's neck.

An ominous premonition emerged in Cheng Yunzhi's heart.

Sure enough, the fellow apprentice next to him rushed forward, trying to stop him: "A Si! You are crazy!"

Cheng Yuzhi unfolded the folding fan, trying to force back the burning snake with spiritual power: "What is this?"

"Don't use spiritual power!"

The fellow apprentice stopped him and shook his head frantically, "This is the secret method of our sect. Ignite the spiritual power and turn it into a fire. It cannot be extinguished with water. Using spiritual power will only fuel it!"

In the blink of an eye, the fiery snake had already spread to the middle of the finger, rising three inches long!

Liu Jierong has been pinched into a liver-colored face, rolling his eyes, wanting to be out of breath.

The law enforcement disciples who came in were dumbfounded, but no one dared to touch the fire snake.

Cheng Yunzhi quickly asked: "How to turn it off?"

"I don't know! The teacher didn't teach it, he just said it's a fire that can't be extinguished!"

So what if you burn yourself?

He forcibly held his breath, and put it on Ah Si's shoulder: "Ah Si! I think there is something strange, how can someone be blocked by spiritual power, and it will only take a long time..."

Ah Si shook off his hand, because of the secret technique, his eyes and the fire snake became the same color.

"Then he will be buried with my elder brother too!"

The disciple of Law Enforcing Hall took a step forward and shouted: "If you want to openly kill someone here, even if there is a reason for the incident, you will be deported forever!"

Ah Si smiled sadly: "My eldest brother and I have lived together for many years, but now I am alone and alone, so it doesn't matter where I go!"

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