Gu Yan closed the door casually, and embraced him with his upper arms, as if he was seriously holding up an expensive small tripod.

Until Cheng Yunzhi was put back on the recliner, he still didn't recover.

Cheng Yuzhi stared blankly at the ankle which was already smooth and without traces, and it took a long time before it shook slightly.

It seemed that he had just pulled back his thoughts, and he said discouragedly: "Is this what you rely on?"

Even if he doesn't have any spiritual power, he still has to use another trick to make him stay where he is.

The person behind him held his shoulder with one hand, took out a wooden comb, and gently combed down his slightly messy hair.

The action is skillful and has been done many times in the past.

"It can only restrict routine actions, that is, the distance from the bed to the door," Gu Yan said, lowering his head and touching the top of his hair, "Yuzhi, don't think too much, wait until your wounds are fully healed , let's leave, shall we?"

not good.

The thoughts in Cheng Yunzhi's mind were like flying catkins, and they disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

He sighed, and the brows that had been furrowed finally relaxed.

"Okay," Mr. Cheng said generously.

As usual, he changed to the most comfortable position, "But you can't lack me for what I want to eat."

When he said this, he deliberately leaned back, revealing his beautiful shoulder and neck lines.He has always been on the thin side, and this posture will always make the muscles tense, and the beautiful lines can be seen at a glance.

Cheng Yunzhi smiled and said: "Also, don't use this kind of golden ring to surround me."

The man in snow came to hold his hand again, and lowered his head to touch Cheng Yuzhi's hair for the second time.

"Meteor doesn't like it, I will untie it now."

When the golden circle shattered into fragments of spiritual power, Mr. Cheng showed a curious expression. He touched his ankle, but found nothing. "It looks weird. Is it a kind of spiritual weapon?"

Gu Yan replied; "It's just a magic weapon."

That's right, he has lost all his spiritual power now, and he can't practice to obtain spiritual power from the air. Naturally, he doesn't need a spiritual weapon, and ordinary magic tools can take care of him.

This is also the reason why Gu Yan didn't stay in the barrier all the time.

He always has to go out to naturally recover his lost spiritual power.

Cheng Yunzhi quietly took a deep breath.

He needs to stay calm and keep his heart rate calm.

He knew that Gu Yan's real cultivation was far more than this, so he would be more sensitive than he imagined.

Gu Daojun, Gu Daojun.

How soon will you find out?

His smile was brighter, and the corners of his eyes were more curved than usual.The shimmering water that had disappeared in recent days also reappeared, making Gu Yan's heart tremble.

It seems to return to the atmosphere of a few days ago.

They chatted, talked about the Avenue, had dinner together, and untied the drapes on the bed curtains in the flickering light of lamps and candles.

Mr. Cheng is frivolous and lively.

The gesture he wants to make can be presented ten thousand times, even if he opens himself up, puts his foot on Gu Yan's knee, shakes his head and laughs loudly.

Well.

However, he thought, it's the last night, and a breakup would not be in vain for those who call him a husband these days.

What a pity, it was obviously the first time I fell in love, but there was such a regrettable ending.

Yes, he does not have spiritual power, but he knows that Gu Yan does.

that's enough.

He advocates fairness and integrity in his actions, but he can't help but use dirty tricks.

...With just a little bit of spiritual power, he can activate the secret technique left by the teacher, and transfer him to another place intact and immediately.

Then this little bit of spiritual power can only be obtained from Gu Yan.

God does not know, ghosts do not know.

Sure enough, I got that bit of spiritual power... Although the method of obtaining it was a bit shameful, but Mr. Cheng had a clear conscience, he watched his nose and nose carefully, and God knew it. If no one else knew it, it was nothing.

When it was just dawn, Cheng Yunzhi fell into a drowsy sleep, and suddenly felt empty by his side, the man got up, and he didn't know what formula he had made.

As long as the inspiration flashed, the person disappeared without a trace.

Before leaving, Gu Yan thoughtfully added a pillow to Cheng Yuzhi, and heated the water in the hot pot with magic.

It's a pity that these things are reserved for the next "Tao Companion".

In the darkness, Cheng Yuzhi opened his eyes, half of the drowsiness was gone, and he was alert as if he hadn't slept all night.

He saved the sporadic spiritual power he got from the spiritual veins and refused to let go. Once he let it go, it would quickly dissipate into the air despite its own movement along the spiritual veins.

Now, he finally has enough spiritual power to leave here.

Mr. Cheng got out of bed unhurriedly, yawned, and fished the Xueqing robe from the wooden cabinet.

Just like the past years alone, he put on his outer robe, put on his shoes and socks seriously, and placed the small golden tassels on the neckline in the most pleasing position one by one.

There are also two strings of broken jade pendants that Gu Yan took off before going to sleep and undressing.

Cheng Yuzhi also found it out of the wooden drawer, and hung it on his waist meticulously.

Oh, and his mustard bag and fan.

These two were placed in the most conspicuous place, and every time Cheng Yuzhi wanted to do something, he would look for it first, so Gu Yan didn't put it away.

After finishing everything, he turned back to that beautiful storyteller.

Cheng Yunzhi shook his folding fan, and lightly...smiled contemptuously.

He bent down slightly, and saluted the familiar things in the room, thanking them for providing him with convenience and joy in the past days.

After the ceremony, walk out with light steps.

Just when the critical point between the golden circle and the edge of the bed was about to be reached, the snow-blue figure flickered and disappeared.

There was only the half-open bed curtain dangling, and the pot of hot water that could never wait for people to wake up.

Thousands of miles away, Gu Yan suddenly raised his head.

The head of the discussion with him didn't even take a sip of water when he saw Xianjun who had just sat down stand up with a cold expression, staring blankly into the distance.

The coercion that only belonged to monks in the Mahayana period slowly overflowed from him, as if it had substance.

Scattered frost condensed on the tables and chairs beside him and shattered.

There was half a cup of hot tea left in the master's hand, and now it was like holding a lump of ice, it didn't matter if I put it away, or continued to hold it - my hands were frozen.

But the head didn't care too much about his lack of hot tea.

Compared to this, it was the first time he saw Xianjun showing such an expression.

Jie'a Xianjun is a heroic image in the folk tales, but on the side of the great powers, he keeps it secret and knows it well...

Emperor.

It is said that he lives leisurely, but as the grand elder of Xuantian Sect, he actually holds the entire Xuantian Sect in his hands, leaving only a little space for the disciples to move about.

Not only the Xuantian Sect, but even the upper three sects, two mountains and four pavilions, are all...mostly controlled by him.

In the realm of comprehension, he is the only Mahayana.

Therefore, there is no second person to contend with him.

No matter who knows this secret, it is unbelievable: Doesn't it mean that the more you practice, the more you will become more pure-minded and ascetic?

The Dao is extraordinary, and only one of the three thousand is required, which requires monks to concentrate on cultivation and abandon common things.

How can it be, how can it be like this, it can even be called...

...Ambition?

However, fortunately, after the nameless emperor controlled most of the cultivation world, there was no other movement.

Perhaps for him, whether it is his own is the most important thing.

How to develop in the future and what the process is are just secondary.

The head of the sect is at least a disciple of Xuantianzong who came all the way, so he naturally knows the style of Jun A Xianjun: things must be obtained;

But how to use and how to develop in the future will be very tolerant.

Therefore, I am not too afraid. The old god is using his spiritual power on the ground to reheat the ice lump in his hand and turn it back into a pot of hot tea.

He said: "Xianjun, tell me, when will Zitao wake up?"

Gu Yan regained consciousness and was silent for a moment.

Said: "It's close, it's not far away."

The headmaster was finally relieved after receiving a confirmation reply, and asked again: "What are you looking at?"

What to look at?

Look at Yunzhi who he has left, look at the rickety door, and the house, except for his own things, he has not taken away any treasures.

Gu Yan did not contact Cheng Yuzhi with the transparent mirror, he already knew that the mirror would probably never be connected again.

He withdrew his gaze, and when he raised his hand, the Ju'a Excalibur appeared in his hand.

Excalibur whispered, there is no reluctance, encourage him to do this, maybe he can keep him.

However, the head of the sect trembled when he saw the divine sword appearing out of thin air.

It can't be that Xianjun is idle and decides to kill people to vent his anger!

Sect Leader: "Xianjun! What's wrong with this... Excalibur, it suddenly appeared?"

Gu Yan said indifferently: "It will melt itself and turn back into meteorite, maybe it can be a unique gift."

Sect Leader: "...Ah?!!"

Cheng Yunzhi, who was watched by the huge spiritual consciousness, raised his head as if feeling something, and looked at the sky from afar.

The feeling of being watched suddenly disappeared, as fast as if it had been an illusion before.

He also made a tactic, and the tactic told him that no one was watching.

After thinking for a while, he flung aside the folding fan briskly, and performed a sacrificial dance on the mountain path.

This dance was learned in a small town in the southeast when he traveled far and wide.

The one who taught him was a wheat-skinned girl. In order to thank him for his vast knowledge of makeup, the girl taught him the unique local sacrificial dance.

And told him that this dance can make dancers feel the world and feel happy.

It is most suitable to jump at this time to give yourself a strong sense of integrity.

...Of course, no matter who jumps like a dog catching a mouse, they will feel "happy".

After Cheng Yuzhi finished dancing, he really felt calm and looked down on the world of mortals.

He clasped his palms reverently, muttered something towards the southeast direction, and bowed to thank the other party for his teaching.

Fortunately, the mountain path is relatively hidden and no one passes by.

He laughed heartily three times, cheekily thinking that if no one saw it, he hadn't done it.

Mr. Cheng decided to try his best to go down the mountain before noon and find a safe place to drink a bowl of wonton soup to fill his stomach.

Bad thing, you should take two pastries from the table before leaving the house, the pastries that Gu Yan brings always match his taste very much.

Failed.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly turned his head and saw a hunter standing by a tree not far from him, dumbfounded.

Young Master Cheng: "..." I suddenly felt ashamed.

Orion: "..." Should he hide his face and run away?

The two looked at each other for a while.

Before Orion finally decided to turn around and run quickly, one of Cheng Yun opened his folding fan and coughed slowly.

"Wait a minute,"

He smiled politely, "Brother, I want to ask, is this the way to go down the mountain? How far is it from here to go down the mountain?"

Orion glanced at him and took half a step back.

"After walking for half an hour, you will see the foot of the mountain," he said cautiously, "Aren't you a fairy in the mountain?"

Cheng Yunzhi smiled innocently: "Of course... no. I'm just a passing storyteller."

The world is vast and full of aura.

He decided not to get involved in these matters between those monks, and to be the author of his script, telling stories and drinking tea on the street or in teahouses is better than anything else.

With that in mind, the future looks bright.

Cheng Yuzhi bowed his hands to Orion and walked down the mountain in a chic manner.

It's just that before entering the city, he was scared away by the notice posted on the city gate.

"There is an order from above, and the immortal ordered it!"

The city defense army shouted loudly, looking up at the crowd all over the ground, "If you want to find such a young man, his height and face are all on this piece of paper. Everyone who enters the city must go through investigation!"

Someone shouted: "Then what's the name of this man!"

"My surname is Cheng, my first name is Yunzhi!"

Mr. Cheng couldn't shake his fan, and couldn't even laugh: "..."

Today's wonton soup is probably missing!

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