Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Zitao was choked up, and coughed so painfully that he almost choked himself to death.He put down the tea cup in his hand as if it was hot, covered his face and coughed non-stop.

Cheng Yuzhi was also frightened by him, he unconsciously leaned back, and stepped forward to give him his back.

Before the eldest brother Xuantianzong sneaked out, he would never have thought that such news would greet him!

If I had known him earlier, I would have asked Cheng Yuzhi to meet at the restaurant outside the sect's gate.

Otherwise, if you talk secretly in the sect, you may be caught by the uncle's spiritual sense.

He had just heard from Master Master that Xianjun came back not long ago, and he was so angry that he wanted to merge the entire cultivation world into Xuantianzong's ruthless appearance.

Co-author, co-author was dumped!

It happened that another client was standing in front of him, shaking his folding fan in annoyance, sighing sadly, and frowning his long eyebrows, obviously he was very troubled.

The party said casually: "I don't know where Gu Yan is from or how powerful he is, but seeing that he looks confident, he must have penetrated to the bottom of that end. I have no choice but to come here."

Zitao thought in his heart that this place has also been infiltrated, and while straightening out his breath, he was not choked to death by half a saliva.

He suppressed himself and asked reluctantly, "Are you planning to enter the inner sect?"

Cheng Yuzhi said: "Yes, it's rare to enter the Xuantian Sect."

also.

Maybe the uncle didn't have the time to use his spiritual sense to sweep up the sects every day, and Cheng Yuzhi was hiding under his nose, so it was indeed even more difficult to be discovered.

Although, this method is also more risky.

Cheng Yunzhi looked at his pale face, then at his bandaged arm.It was still the arm holding the sword, the fingers were still trembling slightly, and the injury was serious.

Young Master Cheng lowered his eyelids, a little sad.

"In the end, you were injured," Cheng Yuzhi said, "and it seems that the elixir cannot completely heal."

Zi Tao said indifferently; "Sooner or later you will recover. Besides, your injury was not necessarily much lighter than mine at that time. I brought Moxiu directly to everyone, and this is also my responsibility."

He opened his mouth and got stuck.

After a while, he walked over and roughly pulled the chair away, and sat on it, the chair made a heavy rubbing sound of being overwhelmed.

The young man raised his feet indistinctly, then remembered something, straightened his back, and put his feet down.

"In the end, let's say I don't know people well," he said coldly with his jaw tensed, "otherwise I wouldn't have suffered such injuries."

Cheng Yuzhi hummed, but didn't ask him what happened with the demon cultivator in the secret realm.

Zitao snorted to himself, pondering the move of the demon cultivator for a while.

Suddenly reacting, he turned his head and said, "I said it was my responsibility—you want to kill the demon cultivator, or the evil demon cultivator, what's wrong with that?"

"Okay, okay, we are all responsible," Cheng Yuzhi poured him tea, his sleeves brushed against the blue conch on the table, "I also have a responsibility, I should deal with him directly, instead of dragging on for so long."

Zitao glanced silently, and said, "Uncle's sound of blue sea conch..."

His voice was too soft, Cheng Yuzhi couldn't hear it clearly.

However, Mr. Cheng didn't intend to make the atmosphere too stiff.

He also poured himself a cup of tea, and lightly clinked the cup with Zitao.

The teacup bumped lightly, and the water in the cup swayed and produced light ripples.

He lazily said, "It's all over, let's not talk about this. Zitao, as the head disciple, talk about the selection of the inner sect? I basically don't understand it."

After speaking, he got up and saluted jokingly.

She even winked at him: "Young brother is just getting started, so I still need my senior to wear it in front of me."

Zitao's eyes widened, and goosebumps all over his body stood up!

It was too late to say that, he kicked his left foot, and his whole body moved three feet to the right. The chair was overwhelmed and creaked in pain.

Finally he couldn't support himself, and he fell to the right with Zi Taolian and his chair.

Cheng Yunzhi: "... Zitao!"

Zitao put one hand on the ground and shouted angrily, "Why are you so polite!"

He hissed, pushed his chair back and stood up.

This time he must not remind him of his uncle, so he was naturally scared to death.If he really accepted the gift, he would be gone as the chief disciple later on!

Cheng Yunzhi stretched out his hand to help him, feeling a little confused.

Xiao Cheng is old-fashioned: "I'm a newcomer, and I'm indeed a junior according to my seniority..."

Eldest brother Xuantianzong rolled his eyes blankly.

He barely made up an excuse: "We were friends before, but now I'm not used to the junior ceremony."

Xiao Cheng didn't understand either, so Xiao Cheng pretended to accept this reason.

"Do you have any reminders for the selection of the inner sect?"

Zitao: "There is nothing to say here, it depends on how well you have mastered the basics, and whether there is a master who is interested in you. If you pass both, you can enter the inner door."

He recalled: "Do you have a favorite peak master?"

That being said, he has thought of several peak masters who are suitable for Cheng Yuzhi's development, and they can all be good masters.

There are those who are good at spells and spirit swords, and there are those who are gentle and strict, and they all match Cheng Yunzhi.

Cheng Yuzhi said: "I heard that there are no founder disciples under Xianjun?"

Zitao said casually, "Yes, since Master Uncle opened Changshu Peak, he has confiscated apprentices..."

Cheng Yuzhi smiled and said: "Then I would like to be this pioneer disciple."

But Zitao looked at him with a sad expression.

Cheng Yuzhi can see from it "what's the matter with you", "I like the single-plank bridge if you don't go on a good road", "You are my junior brother and good friend, how can I let you go all the way to the dark" and other expressions.

Zitao felt that Cheng Yunzhi couldn't be kept a secret.

Breaking up with Xianjun, no matter who it is, the pressure is huge.

Whether it's the outside world, or... the other side.

He didn't dare to tell the truth because of his uncle's presence, and he did because of their sweetness.

But now...

The elder brother closed his eyes, turned his head in discouragement, took another deep breath, and looked at him squarely.

Zitao said earnestly, "I don't suggest that you take Xianjun as your teacher."

Cheng Yunzhi wondered, "Why?"

Zitao decided to tell the truth: "Because..." but was immediately interrupted.

The door was pushed open, and a figure appeared at the door.

Cheng Yuzhi looked back, and immediately smiled: "Ah, Fellow Daoist Xiaolu. You came to look for me so late, miss me?"

Zitao didn't finish his sentence and was held in his throat.

Lu Mingxi walked in slowly, stood by Cheng Yuzhi's side, and said softly, "I just heard this senior brother say, don't worship Xianjun as your teacher. Why is that?"

Because that's jumping into a wolf's den.

Due to the presence of outsiders, Zitao didn't dare to say more, he only whispered to Cheng Yuzhi to send Yu Jian to see him, and left in a hurry.

Cheng Yuzhi looked at his leaving back, a little puzzled.

He said: "So why don't you worship Xianjun as your teacher?"

Lu Mingxi said gently: "Maybe this senior brother thinks that Xianjun has not accepted apprentices for many years, and this year is no exception. Let you be mentally prepared."

Cheng Yuzhi praised him: "It makes sense!"

However, after that, he never received any communication from Zitao.

I don't know if it's because the communication signal is bad, or because the younger brothers and younger sisters who are worried about his injury have pressured him to recuperate.

In order to give the geniuses a way to reach the heavens, not long after they got started, the superiors informed them that they would hold an inner door selection.

Cheng Yuzhi's first reaction when he heard the news: The story book is not finished yet!

Lu Mingxi said: "Isn't apprenticeship more important than the script?"

Cheng Yunzhi spoke convincingly: "I, Cheng, is a teacher, and I am sure of everything; but after entering the inner sect, I guess I will spend most of my time practicing under the nose of the master, so I don't have time to ponder the script."

So he thought about it for a long time, and made a difficult decision.

Before entering the inner sect, you must finish writing all of this "Immortal Monarch vs. Blue Yan Confidant"!

You know, there are still a lot of content in the future, even if Cheng Yuzhi's brain is full of inspiration, he can't write them out in a short time.

I can only prolong the writing time and stay up late to write the script.

Every time Lu Mingxi came to see him secretly, he could see Xueqing sitting in front of the desk with his back holding the Bihai Conch and writing vigorously.

Under the darkness of night, the young Fellow Daoist Xiaolu was silent for a moment, and then went back to deliver an oral message.

Just a few days before the selection of inner disciples was about to start, Cheng Yuzhi finally wrote down all the contents on paper, and gave Jie A and Xiao Ah Qi a happy ending.

When they are exhausted, they can lean on each other quietly and watch the sunrise together.

Little Ah Qi raised her hand, her fingers were shining brightly in the shallow sunlight.

"Master,"

He pointed to the rolling clouds and thousands of layers, and the verdant mountains for thousands of miles, "Ah Qi's cultivation level is low, and his Taoism is superficial."

Jie A was leaned on his shoulder and stroked his long hair silently.

The pretty blue face turned her head, pressed against his forehead, and said with a smile, "But at least for now, I'm standing by your side."

The low self-esteem, sadness, fear of being abandoned and pain of being slandered all disappeared, and the eyes were bright.

The deserted immortal smiled lightly, cut off Ah Tie, and gave him a light kiss.

The book is over.

Cheng Yuzhi put down his pen in a daze.

Writing for a long time made it easier for him to substitute, and he was also able to think about the motivation and behavior of the characters.

Of course, it will be more difficult to escape in the end.

His eyes fell on the last line of words on the paper, feeling lost.

Looking up with feeling, the light is getting brighter, and the sky is turning white.

When he left the disciple's residence, he was not noticed by anyone, quietly avoided Lu Mingxi's room, and went to the bookstore he found out earlier.

Xuantianzong's self-run bookstore has a high status in the whole city.

If released by them, it must have the best development.

After submitting the manuscript, Cheng Yunzhi came back without making a sound, sat down on the chair, and looked a little confused.

Cut off, cut off.

He tried his best to strip Gu Yan's figure away, but in the end it was inevitable that it still had an impact.

Cheng Yunzhi suddenly regretted it.

He shouldn't have made such a personal statement public.

Whether it's for Gu Yan, Jie'a, or his readers, it's not something he wants to see.

Perhaps he should take that manuscript back for his private collection.

Cheng Yuzhi put on his Xueqing robe, and hurried out.

However, the unavoidable drowsiness hit, surging like a tide.

Cheng Yunzhi yawned, and couldn't even open his eyes.

He just thought, sleep for a while, go to the bookstore when he wakes up, and then fall asleep whole, without even having time to lean against the edge of the bed, and sleep directly on the chair.

A figure appeared behind him, scattered the sleeping formula in his hand, and picked him up.

When the people at the bookstore checked the manuscripts, they accidentally found this unexpected manuscript.

He flipped through it casually, and before he had time to admire the author's writing style, he was taken aback by the bold content of the manuscript.

Quickly called a colleague: "This, this, what should I do?"

The colleague poked his head curiously, glanced at it, and then gasped.

He shouted: "No, this is absolutely not possible. If the immortal finds out about this, can't a divine sword fly from the sky and chop off our heads?"

With a bitter face, he stuffed the manuscript into the bottom of the rejection pile.

"Who is so bold, dare to make up the love story of the fairy? I haven't seen the seniors write it, and the young people think they are the first to eat crabs?!"

Seeing that he hid the manuscript well, the colleague breathed a sigh of relief and comforted him: "It's okay, when we go back the same way, you and I have nothing to do with it."

As a result, before the manuscript had time to return, an order came from above.

They opened it to have a look.

Excuse!

Zongmen high-level do not die!

The higher-ups specified that the book about the feelings of the immortals should be released as soon as possible.

It would be best...everyone in the sect should have a copy.