Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

With a clacking sound, the old doctor closed the wooden box he had brought, stroked his beard, and remained silent.

Cheng Yuzhi's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked, "Doctor, is he..." Is it hopeless?

The old doctor sighed: "He is not sick, his pulse is normal, so why does he have a fever?"

It's really puzzling.

Cheng Yuzhi was also unpredictable, and apologetically, he frowned and said with a smile: "That's how he came back yesterday."

It may be a matter of cultivation. Mortal doctors can solve arteries, but they don't have the ability to solve spiritual veins.

He got up and thanked him for taking the trip in vain.

The old doctor picked up a pen and wrote the prescription at his desk: "I have some prescriptions for common fever. You can take the medicine according to this prescription and see if it works. Even if ordinary people drink it, it will not be a problem."

Cheng Yunzhi said: "Okay, I'll go grab the medicine right away."

After the old doctor left, Cheng Yunzhi put down the bed curtain, held the prescription and went out.

The pharmacy was next to a rich merchant's mansion, a place Cheng Yuzhi seldom visited.

He thought with emotion that after becoming a cultivator, he hadn't been sick for many years, and now he has to take care of another sick cultivator, which is really strange.

While the little apprentice was looking for the medicine, he boredly picked up the scattered herbs on the scale, and heard a noise not far away.

Cheng Yunzhi didn't have the energy to watch the excitement, he squatted lazily on the small wooden stool, and waved to the little apprentice who was dispensing the medicine.

The man quickly wrapped it in paper for him and tied it with a rope: "Guest officer?"

One of Cheng Yu raised his chin and motioned over there: "Hey, what's going on there, the sound is so loud?"

Speaking of anecdotes, apprentices are not sleepy anymore.

He stuffed the paper bag into Cheng Yunzhi's arms, pursed his mouth mysteriously and said, "That's Wang Dafugui's mansion, and it's very noisy right now."

"Wang Dafugui?"

"His family has always advertised himself as a 'rich and kind man', so everyone called him that."

He is not interested in being rich or not, and not being as rich as Cheng Yun.

Just ask, "And then?"

"A while ago, something strange happened in his house."

It turned out that Wang Fugui's house was haunted a while ago.

It was discovered by a little maid. When she got up at night, her sleeve accidentally floated onto the vase on the table.

The vase didn't fall to the floor, didn't wobble and bump into something.

It's just that under her nose, it quietly turned into powder, under the bright white moonlight, it was like ashes scattered all over the ground.

She was taken aback, and pushed the solid wooden table and chairs behind her hard, but the tables and chairs were like vases, slightly prickled, and turned into brown powder.

After that, I pushed and scattered, and got better when I got out of the room.

The little maid was frightened and reported to the head mistress early the next morning.

The mistress didn't believe in this evil, she reached out to touch the vase that was scrubbed by the servants yesterday, and told her disdainfully to stop being gods and ghosts all day long.

As a result, the vase evaporated in place.

The mistress was dumbfounded.

At the beginning, everyone, including Wang Fugui, didn't take it seriously. They Chenghua is a town where immortal masters often pass by, and ordinary gods and ghosts dare not pass by.

However, the broken ones turned into silver in the warehouse, and Wang Fugui howled for a day and two nights.

The pharmacy clerk was woken up in the middle of the night and complained about it.

They asked a mage to do it and calmed down for a while.

Later, what was broken was the family heirloom in his treasury, and it was passed down to face his ancestors without words.

Cheng Yuzhi nodded repeatedly, thoughtfully.

It turned out that the group of Xianmen disciples took up this task and came to capture the "ghost".

Although a demon cultivator was caught in the end, but the demon cultivator had blood on his hands, so it was a good thing to do for the people.

What method Moxiu used, Cheng Yuzhi could understand after hearing it.

Everything in this world has spiritual power. Ordinary people don't know how to use it, but monks have to learn to actively drive spiritual power and let spiritual power be used for themselves.

The demon cultivator practiced evil methods, sucking away the spiritual power contained in the object and turning it into dust.

Hearing this, Cheng Yuzhi lost interest when he remembered that the grass on Moxiu's grave was three meters high.

He stood up lazily leaning against the wooden counter, paid the money readily, and walked out with the paper bag.

The black and thin businessman's wife is sick these days, so he can't come out to make dough.

Cheng Yunzhi also lost the strength to tell stories on the street, he walked slowly, and unknowingly, he also walked to the door of "Wang Dafugui"'s mansion.

Looking up a little, I found a few immortal disciples standing at the door.

The leading disciple had a stinky face and was extremely impatient, and it was Zitao who could shorten a sentence to less than ten words.

The person in front of him, with his belly outstretched and eyebrows raised, was Cheng Yuzhi's unfamiliar face.

It must be Wang Dafugui.

Cheng Yunzhi thought about Gu Yan who was still awake, and couldn't hold back, and decided to stay and join in the fun.

He moved around to listen closely to what they were saying.

Wang Dafugui pleaded: "Immortal Elder, please stay for a while, the Wang family will definitely entertain you with delicious food..."

Zitao shook his head coldly: "No."

The disciple behind him helped the brother to expand the writing, saying: "Brother Zitao said that we are still in a hurry to return to the sect to return to the sect. The master loves his disciples very much. Please take care of me."

Wang Dafugui was speechless for a while.

His thick fingers trembled, but he still didn't dare to grab Tao Xuebai's cassock sleeve.

He whispered: "But, I really think that ghost will make a comeback..."

Zitao: "No."

The younger brother continued to close his eyes and expand the sentence: "Hey, what brother said is right, we have wiped out that ghost, and you have seen it before, it is not a "ghost". Master, rest assured, live a good life, don't scare yourself .”

Speaking of this, Wang Dafugui is not easy to keep people.

I had no choice but to send off the guests reluctantly.

Zitao uttered a single syllable arrogantly, turned around, and saw Cheng Yuzhi, jumping back like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "...you!!!"

Cheng Yunzhi smiled and waved his hands: "Hey, Master Immortal, long time no see."

He looked like a distant relative who came to fight the autumn wind, with a malicious smile, and a tied herbal paper bag in his hand, obviously just came out of a pharmacy not far away.

The younger brother was pleasantly surprised; "You are the one who survived yesterday!"

Zitao turned his head and patted him on the head: "What do you mean if you survived yesterday, can you talk?" He scoffed and looked at the paper bag, "Young Master Cheng, buy medicine?"

What medicine did you buy?Who else needs medicine here?

he?Doesn't he look sick?

Cheng Yunzhi lowered his head and raised the paper bag: "Oh, for that Mr. Gu...the antipyretics he bought for the Mr. who was captured by Moxiu last time."

After finishing speaking, he saw that snow-clothed disciple staring at him like a ghost.

He wondered: "Why?"

Zitao: "No, it's nothing. Wait, you say it again?!"

Whose antipyretic? !

Cheng Yunzhi said slowly, "Young Master Gu was overly frightened yesterday, and he is still in a coma with a fever. Oh, you reminded me, I have to go back quickly. Immortal Master, what's wrong?"

He pretended to fold his hands.

Zitao opened his mouth and closed it again, turned his head and shouted at Wang Dafugui: "What are you listening to! I said that I won't stay, and it's useless if you add spirit stones! Let go of your heart!"

After finishing speaking, he lifted his hem angrily, not hiding anything from himself.

The long sword on his back flew out of nowhere, he leaped forward, landed firmly on his shoulders, and there was a sound of breaking through the air, leaving only a small black spot in the blink of an eye.

His junior brother was bewildered, he didn't stop him, and it was not easy to let senior brother Tao fly away alone, so he bowed to Wang Dafugui and Cheng Yuzhi, jumped on the flying sword and disappeared.

It was the resounding "Master Walking Slowly" all over the floor.

Wang Dafugui yelled towards the sky: "When will you come back, Master Immortal, the best guest rooms here are reserved for you!"

Cheng Yuzhi looked over slowly and said, "How much did you spend to invite the immortal master?"

Speaking of this, Wang Dafugui swallowed all the grievances he had suffered before.

He waved his fingers joyfully, and stretched out his fat belly with difficulty: "It only cost less than two thousand spirit stones, which is very, very cost-effective."

Lingshi can also be used as currency in the mortal world, but the exchange rate with silver is three hundred to one.

Zitao's reward for coming down this trip is really not small.

Cheng Yunzhi was choked up by the huge amount: "Look at me, as long as five hundred, I'll help you drive away ghosts too."

Wang Dafugui: "You?"

He looked at Cheng Yunzhi's beautiful peach eyes and the broken jade fan on his waist, and said with a tusk: "You should go home and rest, this special job needs a special person to do it."

Unconvinced, Mr. Cheng shook his head and went back to the inn. When he was making medicine for Gu Yan, he was still thinking that his attire was not suitable for catching ghosts.

He held the bowl with one hand, pushed the door with the other, and put the boiling medicine bowl on the small table in front of the bed.

The young man on the bed who was piled up like ice and snow has not woken up yet.

He slept very honestly, and remained motionless for several hours, only one arm was outside the bedding, revealing a sharp forearm.

Cheng Yu stepped forward to touch his forehead, and gave him some spiritual power.

Seeing that he is still awake, she gently pushed him: "Young Master Gu, tell me a ghost story, you have slept for twelve hours, the pig should wake up."

Before responding, he stingily withdrew his spiritual power supply and wanted to leave the bed, "The medicine is here, drink it yourself, don't say that I don't take care of the patients when the time comes."

"Falling..."

After a while, Gu Yan woke up leisurely.

His eyes were misty, he was clearly a handsome young man, but unexpectedly he had a childlike innocence.

With long black hair hanging down, Gu Yan propped up his upper body and looked at Cheng Yunzhi who was leaning against the window with his arms around his shoulders.

At this time, he spoke quite politely: "Thank you for taking care of me, it's hard to go crazy, Mr. Cheng will take care of you."

Cheng Yuzhi looked at his face, and automatically completed the broken sentence: Thank you, Mr. Cheng, for taking care of him. It is rare for a banquet to go crazy. Unexpectedly, please take care of Mr. Cheng.

He sighed, and handed him the bowl of medicine that was still warm: "Shouldn't you call me at this time?"

Gu Yan pursed her lips, turned her eyes away, and said nothing.

What else could Cheng Yunzhi do, so he had to smile helplessly: "Call it, whatever you want, it's me after all, and I won't become the second Cheng Yunzhi. Come on, drink the medicine."

Gu Langjun, who was only wearing unlined clothes, bowed his head and drank the medicine obediently.

When the bottom of the bowl was left, Gu Yan said softly: "This is a medicine for mortals, and it doesn't work for me."

Cheng Yuzhi: "I can tell, your face is two shades whiter than the girl's foundation."

Gu Yan: "I have to adjust my breath a few more times, it's..."

For other words, he seemed embarrassed to say it, turned his face away, and the base of his ear was slightly red.

Cheng Yun could tell what he wanted to say at a glance, and waved his hands indifferently: "You can meditate, it doesn't matter, I have booked this room until the day after tomorrow, and there is enough time."

Gu Yan hummed, crossed his legs and adjusted his breath.

Cheng Yun had nothing to do at leisure, pondered again, and took out his little notebook.

This is the material record of his storytelling, any inspiration should be recorded on it.

He sketched a few strokes casually, and his eyes unconsciously turned to Gu Yan who was on the bed.

Mr. Cheng looked at the person formed by the pile of ice and snow, and suddenly thought of the Xianjun Jie'a he wrote about, who was also "a cold-faced fairy with ice muscles and sword bones".

Suddenly, the inspiration burst.

Mr. Cheng thought loudly: What will these ice and snow people look like when they are in love?

Thinking about it, he unknowingly took out his script, and leaned over the desk to write quickly.

When inspiration breaks out, I don't know geometry.

Suddenly, someone behind him asked him: "Yuzhi, what are you writing?"

Cheng Yuzhi didn't even think about it: "Cut the script of A Xianjun, you haven't heard it, isn't it very fresh?"