Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Cheng Yunzhi still felt some problems.

Gu Yan's tone was also a bit too condescending, as if he was afraid that he would be angry, it made people feel soft-hearted.

But usually, he doesn't have this attitude.

Cheng Gongzi raised his head lazily, and happened to be bent over by Gu Yan, so he pecked his chin.

"Don't be like this, Mr. Gu," he said seriously, "make it look like I'm going to meet someone who is not serious."

Gu Yan didn't answer, but judging from his expression, he really felt the same way.

Cheng Yunzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he came to his senses.

I thought, what kind of vinegar is this.

He deliberately asked: "If it is a rare and powerful talk, would you like to go?"

Gu Yan immediately replied: "No."

He really has a backbone, Cheng Yuzhi praised him: "What if Xianjun gave a lecture in person?"

This is an opportunity that Taoist cultivators in the whole world dream of, so they will definitely not give up, right?

Unexpectedly, Gu Yan stared at him for a moment, then shook his head.

Just an insignificant smile on his lips made him feel as if he had melted from the ice and snow and came back to life.

"No, it's nothing to listen to." He said calmly.

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

He said sincerely: "A Yan, there is no need to go against your heart, really."

The person behind him didn't answer, but buried his face in his shoulders and neck, exhaled a little heat when he breathed, and Cheng Yuzhi felt his earlobe was burning up.

Gu Yan is still narrating: "If I want Yuzhi to only see me alone, will Yuzhi be angry?"

Cheng Yunzhi: "Yes."

Gu Yan: "I know."

Cheng Yunzhi turned his head and looked at him seriously.

"A Yan, you have to be reasonable," Cheng Yuzhi said, "Who can walk in the world without making friends and dealing with people?"

Gu Yan lowered his eyelids, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, every time Cheng Yuzhi said a word, he trembled.

Of course, Mr. Cheng still softened his heart.

He sighed, hooked Gu Yan's neck with a smile, pulled him down, and whispered: "But, I don't like Ah Yan being unhappy, so..."

"I'll try to do it."

He straightened his body and planned to go to the downstairs kitchen to find some snacks: "When you're in a relationship, you always have to give yourself a sense of security. You can rest assured about that."

Suddenly, Gu Yan hooked his sleeve and refused to let him go.

"If Yunzhi wants to go, I will go with you, okay?"

Cheng Yuzhi turned to look at him, and smiled lightly: "Okay."

Liu Shui Lun Dao welcomes two special guests.

The welcoming boy standing at the door rubbed his eyes, and when the young man in the snow-green robe bent down and asked him where the Liushui Pavilion was with a bright smile, he came back to his senses and led them the way.

Go ahead and look back from time to time.

Although the young master next to him was very good-looking, with the immortal and majestic appearance most respected in the cultivation world, his eyes were still attracted by the beautiful young man, and he would always turn to him.

Take a peek at his little golden tassels.

Or take a peek at his clean and smooth side face...

Gu Yan: "What are you looking at?"

The little boy was startled, turned around abruptly like he was grabbing a bag, and said guiltily, "No, no." He just saw that this young man looks good...but how could he say that.

Cheng Yunzhi spread his hands innocently, but he didn't do anything.

But the closer he got to Liushui Pavilion, Gu Yan's whole body became more and more tense.

Cheng Yuzhi's eyes lit up, and he pointed to the fairyland-like Bianhu Island in the white mist not far away, as well as the looming small pavilion on the island, and felt that he had come to the right place.

"Is that right there?"

The little boy nodded, and guided them to get on the boat and staggered to the island in the middle of the lake.

While rowing, he introduced: "There are many places on Zhongzhang Island that are suitable for discussing Taoism, and most of them are islands in the middle of the lake. If you go to other places, you will mostly have to go in and out by boat."

The boat swayed and swayed, and the water surface was rippling.

When you get closer, you can see that there are already many people standing or sitting above, discussing something loudly.

At this time, it seems that the host who started the discussion appeared and invited fellow Taoists to sit down along the long table and taste the spiritual tea and fruits prepared on the island.

Everyone happily sat down, at this time, Cheng Yunzhi's boat also arrived at the shore.

The host is a Jindan Daoist. Seeing that there are still people coming, he asked the boy to set up a long table for them: "Fellow Daoist, please."

Cheng Yun landed on the shore, patted the hem of his clothes, and said with a generous gesture, "Please."

As he spoke, he and Gu Yan sat down at the table, shaking the hem of the outer robe lightly, cross-legged and straightened their backs, a matching child at the table poured tea for them, and the tea smoke curled up.

Daoxiu at the next table couldn't help but glance at him.

Unable to hold back, he leaned over and covered the side of his face with his hands, and asked in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist, I think you look familiar, where did we meet?"

Gu Yan looked over suddenly, but did not speak.

Cheng Yuzhi thought to himself, how many people have seen his heroic deed of putting out the fire with bare hands, how come someone thinks he looks familiar?

He casually showed a smile: "Probably because I look ordinary."

Daoxiu was still muttering, "How come..."

All the Taoist cultivators who only heard the clapping clapping above and still whispering in whispers stopped communicating and looked up.

The master stood upright on the stage, bowing his hands towards all Taoist cultivators: "At this moment, I invite fellow Taoists to come here to discuss the Dao. I am not good at cultivating the Tao, and I just do it to attract ideas and talk about some simple things. Everyone laughs at me."

Then, without much nonsense, starting from the order of the operation of the spiritual veins, he talked about some well-known methods for the operation of spiritual power in the cultivation world.

Just when everyone couldn't sit still and was about to make a move, the conversation changed and they put forward their own opinions.

"In addition to this, there is a new method that I personally discovered, for the reference of fellow Taoists."

New method!

This is not an ordinary good thing. If you can speed up the cultivation speed and lead the spirit into the body, then the overall cultivation level will rise to a higher level!

After he finished speaking, there was a moment of silence, and immediately became lively, discussing the authenticity of the method he just said.

Daoxiu at the next table followed his train of thought, and the more he thought about it, the more interesting he found it.

He pondered and said: "Just changing the operation of a few sporadic spirit vein tricks can speed up the spirit induction... Today is really the right place!"

Cheng Yuzhi also smiled, took the tea, and praised: "Good tea."

The boy who poured tea was reserved, which seemed to be the standard in the world, and he also had a straight face.

But not as psychologically strong as a spirit puppet, as a really young Taoist cultivator, he was obviously a little nervous.

Cheng Yunzhi held up the cup and teased him in a low voice: "You have a cup too, try it?"

The little boy was obviously overwhelmed.

While waving his hands, he secretly looked at him: "My lord, my lord, it's no big deal."

After all Taoist cultivators have verified one by one, they will look at the host differently.

"You can actually come up with such an exquisite method of spiritual power, fellow daoist, the future can be expected!"

"I didn't expect it at all, it's still possible!"

There was a lively discussion at the table, and Daoxiu at the next table eloquently expressed his opinion for a few words, then looked over with some puzzlement: "Daoxiu, why don't you say something?"

"Yes, fellow daoist, can you also talk about it?"

Another person followed suit.

Cheng Yunzhi refilled his tea calmly, showing a small half of his fair wrist.

Hearing this, he turned his face to the side and said with a smile: "My cultivation base is low, I can't compare with fellow Taoists, and I have nothing to say. I practice all the methods of the common people. It is a blessing in the world to be invited to listen to your discussion. .”

After all, the tea was refilled.

He picked it up and offered tea to the next table: "It's better to drink more spiritual tea."

The Taoist next door laughed and took his tea: "It doesn't have to be like this. Everyone who cultivates Taoism must have his own unique understanding, and it doesn't matter whether he cultivates high or low."

Cheng Yuzhi sipped a few sips, and was just about to praise the host for his selection of tea, when a voice came from behind him.

He finished drinking with a smile and put it down, turned around and cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Daoist Bai."

It was Bai Jiamu.

Cheng Yunzhi still has some impressions of him, the fight with Zitao last time can be described as fresh in his memory.

Today he didn't bring the two Nascent Soul bodyguards with him, but sat alone at the banquet drinking tea in a well-behaved manner.

Seeing Cheng Yuzhi's gaze, he cast aside his eyes in disdain, and blew on the green leaves floating on the surface of the tea, and felt a little disgusted, so he put it down resentfully.

Cheng Yunzhi said kindly: "Fellow Daoist Bai, maybe I'm a little hard of hearing, what did you just say?"

Bai Jiamu: "It's nothing. I just want to tell that fellow Taoist that there is no need to make friends with a trash."

Dao Xiu Xiu at the next table was drinking tea, hearing this, he almost spit out the tea from his mouth.

He coughed twice in embarrassment, wiped his mouth, looked awkwardly at Bai Jiamu, then at Cheng Yunzhi.

In the end it became clear: they might have a personal feud.

Cheng Yuzhi saw what was going on in his heart, and he was not angry, and corrected him with a pleasant face: "No, it's a friend of mine who has a personal enmity with this guy, and maybe the hatred is all on my head--it's my fault. Don't admit it."

"Besides, Fellow Daoist Bai, although the reality is true, it's not pleasant to put trash on your lips."

You seem rude.But these words were swallowed by Cheng Yunzhi.

Bai Jiamu raised his eyebrows and turned his face away contemptuously.

Leaning on the table with his elbows, he took another sip of tea.

He said casually: "It's the same as that trash of Xuantianzong. Most of the time is used to drag the juniors. I don't cultivate well, and I always like to point fingers at others. In the end, I have fallen in my cultivation. What is this trash?"

The Taoist cultivator next door understood: "Oh, it turned out to be a friend's personal enmity. Then fellow Taoist, why did you catch this one and say that he..." What about trash?

Cheng Yunzhi stopped him, but didn't say the rest.

But Bai Jiamu had already heard it.

He snorted coldly, and put down his teacup heavily: "It's been 200 years, and it's still in the middle stage of foundation establishment. What is it if it's not trash? What kind of unique understanding can this kind of person have? Laugh out loud."

Daoxiu: "Two hundred..."

He looked at Cheng Yunzhi in surprise, and saw the young master standing beside him in a snow coat and outer robe.

Cheng Yuzhi hurriedly grabbed him; "A Yan."

He grabbed Gu Yan, and the other party was like a statue, staring at the front coldly and steadily, did not speak, but at least listened to him.

Cheng Yuzhi took a deep breath, and calmly pushed the teacup beside him away.

The movement here has already attracted the attention of several people, and even some people in the distance stopped talking and watched from afar.

Cheng Yuzhi said: "Maybe we will have a duel, at the Xianmen meeting, we will be upright, instead of fighting here."

The other party sneered disdainfully, puffed out his chest, and said proudly: "So what if you do something here? You're here, I'm afraid you don't even have one-tenth of that trash of Xuantianzong..."

Before he could speak, a stream of pure spiritual power concentrated on his chest.

Bai Jiamu felt a strong attack, pushing him back quickly around his line of sight.

Boom! ! !

All the Taoist cultivators were dumbfounded, watching the handsome young man retract his hand, while Bai Jiamu had already been pushed out of the Huxin Pavilion by a wave of his spiritual power, and fell into the water with a splash, causing countless splashes.

Cheng Yunzhi said innocently: "He asked me to do it first, I just wasn't polite to him."

Bai Jiamu struggled twice, was brought out of the water, and cursed as soon as he came up: "Son of a son of a bitch——"