Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

After collecting the Youlan Disciple Cards all over the wall, they hovered and flew to both sides of the dome, and finally embedded into the wall like a part of this Spirit Gate Hall.

Like everyone else, Cheng Yuzhi raised his head to watch all this happen.

In other people's hearts: "A new life has begun."

Cheng Yuzhi thought: "What evil did I do in my previous life?"

He came back to his senses, and said listlessly: "Xianjun, hurry up and drink the tea."

Gu Yan held the teacup in one hand and looked down at him.

The manner of speaking was quite rude, causing all the Taoist monarchs next to him to look at each other in blank dismay. Just when someone frowned and wanted to reprimand him, he was suppressed by the head of the sect, thinking in awe.

It turned out that Zitao was in the room, and the gossip he was talking about with his younger brothers and sisters was not really rumors.

Their voices were not loud, and the disciples below could only vaguely hear them.

Seeing Cheng Yunzhi chatting with Xianjun, he also showed a look of awe... At least they dare not talk to the new master like this.

And Chen Feibai stood behind the master of Tairan Peak, a little proud and a little regretful.

Proud of him, Brother Cheng has a bright future.

To be a teacher and apprentice with Xianjun is the best thing in the world!

He also regretted that brother Cheng couldn't be with him, and felt a little bit lost when he thought of being separated in the future.

When the teacher apprenticeship ceremony was officially over and the Taoist monarchs disappeared, the disciples dared to catch up from behind and congratulated Cheng Yuzhi one after another.

"Cheng Daoyou is a talented person, and he is indeed the one chosen by Xianjun!"

"Immortal Monarch is rigorous, and he will definitely be able to produce high-level disciples!"

"Don't forget the wealth and honor, Brother Cheng!"

Cheng Yuzhi pulled out a smile, bowed to everyone, cupped his hands, and said with a smile: "Thank you very much."

Turning around, he immediately lost his face, and a message from a certain name on the communication jade slip occupied his field of vision with a sense of presence.

Gu Yan: After the end, Meteor Meteor came to Changshu Peak and bought a lot of things for you.

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

Xiao Cheng trembled.

He thought of that magnificent house that could even be called luxurious, if there were a lot of things added in it... what else could it be?

Can't we add a row of blue conch sounds to him? !

But now I can't run again.

The Heavenly Dao contract has locked his sea of ​​consciousness, as long as he is willing, he can sense the direction of Gu Yan, and the other party also wants him to open up his own information openly;

And presumably, he was the same at Gu Yan's place.

How can this run!

In the Mahayana period, I am afraid that the entire Fourteen Continents can come and go freely, day and night!

Cheng Yuzhi awkwardly supported the pillar of the Lingmen Hall, breathing slowly.

Chen Feibai leaned over, a little skeptical: "Brother Cheng, you and Xianjun seem to be... old acquaintances?"

Cheng Yuzhi said listlessly: "It's a good old friend."

Chen Feibai: "..."

He slowly opened his mouth wide, showing a shocked expression, just like a country monkey entering a fruit shop in the city.

He: "...he he he he..."

Cheng Yunzhi: "Yes, ex-boyfriend, overnight enemy, unilateral breakup--am I dreaming? No, I'm not."

Chen Feibai comforted him sympathetically: "Maybe the Immortal Monarch is magnanimous and doesn't care about the grievances of the previous dynasty."

Cheng Yunzhi: "I don't believe it."

Chen Feibai: "..."

The disciples walked to the door one after another, and Cheng Yuzhi also breathed a sigh of relief, and walked down the Tongtian Bridge, seeing Lu Mingxi still standing where he was, watching from afar and waiting for him to come back.

Cheng Gongzi, who was almost dumbfounded by his ex-boyfriend, his eyes lit up, he stepped forward quickly, his mood cleared up a little: "Still waiting for me?"

Fellow Daoist Xiaolu had a correct attitude: "I agreed to wait for you to come out."

Cheng Yuzhi was quite moved, and reached out to stop his shoulder: "You are really my good friend."

The rather small young fellow Taoist was held by his elbows, supporting most of his weight, not too heavy at all.

He also helped to adjust the posture: "Is the apprenticeship not going well?"

If it doesn't go well, if it goes well, it can take off on the spot.

Cheng Yuzhi sighed: "Smooth, so smooth."

Chen Feibai interjected: "He met his ex-boyfriend inside who wanted to kill a thousand knives."

Lu Mingxi was confused: "Huh?"

Cheng Yunzhi complained: "Did I say that just now?!"

They decided to go back to the disciple's residence to pack their luggage, and bid farewell to Chen Fei on the way.

Brother Xiao Chen was reluctant to let go, turning his head every step, Lu Mingxi dragged Cheng Yuzhi, trotted all the way back to the disciple's residence, and closed the door with a bang.

Lu Mingxi raised his head and said sadly: "You are going to Xianjun's place in the future, won't you come back?"

As he spoke, he began to cry.

Even the corners of the eyes were three-pointed red, with a little wet mark, looking at it wetly.

Cheng Yuzhi was at a loss, bent down to comfort him: "How could it be! When I am free, I will definitely come back to see you. Mingxi works hard in the outer gate, and when the next inner gate is selected and admitted to the inner gate, let's play together again, okay? ?”

He vaguely felt something was wrong.

Fellow Daoist Xiaolu who was indifferent before, why did he cry like this when he heard that he was leaving?It's not necessarily impossible to see.

Lu Mingxi opened his mouth, as if he wanted to shout "Zhizhi", but then forced it down.

He suppressed a low voice: "He won't allow me in..."

The voice was too soft, and Cheng Yuzhi only heard sporadic bits: "No? Come in? How could it be, Xiaolu is awesome, it will definitely work!"

Lu Mingxi nodded dully, stuck it up with a snap, and hugged Cheng Yuzhi's waist.

The sun is hanging in the sky, illuminating the clouds.

Cheng Yuzhi followed the instructions to the designated square with nothing but a mustard seed bag in his arms.

Everyone felt a strong wind suddenly blowing up, and the world changed completely, so they couldn't help but stop their movements.

A brown-winged roc landed with its neck drooping, and a small figure jumped down from above, rushing towards Cheng Yuzhi all the way, rushing to hug him.

"That's it!"

Cheng Yuzhi was bumped into a mess, and when he heard the familiar voice, he subconsciously said, "Windmill?"

Xiaotong realized that he had lost his composure, and immediately pulled himself off Cheng Yuzhi's body with all his strength.

He was reluctant to let go, his eyes were glued to Cheng Yuzhi's body like silk.

It was sticky, Cheng Yunzhi looked down at him, and then he forced his eyes back, and put on a straight face as usual.

But unable to hold back, he still fell headlong into Cheng Chengyun's arms.

Fengche said dully; "Xianjun said that you don't want us anymore. Then, what did Fengche do wrong? Why doesn't Zhizhi want us anymore?"

Xiao Tong hugged him tightly and refused to let go, his big eyes were full of satisfied expectations.

Cheng Yun is one head and two big, who knew that Gu Yan would release the spirit doll to win his heart.

Although it's really a mess right now.

He didn't know how to answer the windmill's question—

You can't say it's all bad things done by your master!

He faltered: "Well, this, my lord's affairs are more complicated...Okay, let's go back first, it's not too early."

Hearing this, Feng Che nodded sensibly, took his hand, and directed Cheng Yu to drive the Dapeng.

With a cry, the roc flapped its wings.

Cheng Yuzhi only felt the shocking air flow all over his face, and he couldn't even open his eyes;

After opening it, I heard the windmill say: "Well, look, that's our Changshu Peak!"

When he looked around, he saw behind the lingering clouds and mist, there was only one open space, with the shadow of a mountain peak looming.

Dapeng turned around in place, and Fengche explained that this was the way for him to remember when he came.

"Zhizhi will definitely walk back and forth frequently, so it is necessary to remember the path that must be passed."

wind lane.

He refuted himself again: "No. If you don't want to remember it, then let me pick it up from now on." After that, he looked up expectantly, as if he was quite proud of his idea.

Cheng Yuzhi stretched out his hands to rub his little face and stroked his head.

He said with a smile: "Cheng is not very good, but his memory is still good."

Through the clouds, the roc landed.

Fengche jumped down first, then stood on tiptoes to support Cheng Yunzhi to go down.

After they both landed safely, the windmill patted Dapeng on the head, fed it some food, and let it go off on its own.

Watching Dapeng leave, Cheng Yunzhi remembered some mental activities when he first came to the sect.

After all, this is Gu Yan's sect, so it can't be managed as he imagined... It's a strong outsider, right?

It was not easy to ask before, but now Fengche is a family member.

After listening to his brief introduction, the little boy put his hands behind his back and replied earnestly: "The spirit boat for transportation? It is the disciple's own private possession. As long as there is a mission to go out, the sect will send one for free. The one I sat on may not be good at it. Take care of it."

As he said that, he felt a little annoyed: "I should take him into the sect."

Cheng Yun understood in seconds.

Sure enough, it is still the first in the world in my mind!

Even expensive transportation spirit boats can be distributed casually, so can this still question its stock in the warehouse!impossible!

Dapeng left, and the two of them walked, only three or two steps shifted, and the windmill brought him into a mysterious situation.

Cheng Yuzhi was in a trance for a moment, and when he woke up, he unexpectedly found that he had reached the top of the mountain from the foot of the mountain.

He raised his head and looked at the huge main hall of the peak in front of him, and the endless row of grand elder halls behind him.

Nowhere is not huge, nowhere is not delicate.

Just staring at the sharp inscriptions on the plaque at the entrance of the hall, the sea of ​​consciousness was washed away by the ice-like sword intent, and he lost consciousness for a short time.

When he came back to his senses, Fengche covered his eyes and tilted his head worriedly.

The little boy said: "Don't look at it! Really, if you write something carefully, it will hurt it if you hang it on the door."

Cheng Yuzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't be like this, Ah Yan can write whatever he wants."

However, everything is too empty, and the normal sprinkler boys are nowhere to be seen.

Cheng Yunzhi looked around and asked strangely, "Where are the other spirit puppets?"

Windmill: "They are afraid of making a noise."

Cheng Yunzhi: "How come, everyone is usually quiet and obedient. Let them come out?"

As soon as it was said, a large group of spirit puppets swarmed out from the main hall of the peak, chirping, expressing their emotions excitedly, like chasing ducklings out of the circle, without stopping for a moment.

"Besides, I miss you so much!"

"Why did you come here!"

"Take it over, your broom hit me!"

"What's the matter with you! It's there!"

"Don't block me, I can't see it!"

"That's it!"

Such a small spirit puppet threw itself into his arms, acting like a baby.

Soon, two more, three more hung up.

Mr. Cheng is now [-] years old and dizzy. After seeing the dolls with almost the same appearance, he can suspect that his eyes have double images.

He cried helplessly: "Windmill! Windmill help!"

In the end, the majesty of the steward was still in effect, and the windmill seriously drove all the spirit dolls off, warning them: "Don't hang them on your body."

A group of children shrugged their heads: "Yes..."

Fengche proudly said: "Only I can."

All the children: "..." Damn it!Hateful power!

Cheng Yunzhi spoke out at the right time, busy saving himself who was trapped in the crowd, he was not even afraid to see his ex-boyfriend: "Windmill, where is Xianjun?"

Feng Lane: "The Immortal lives behind the disciples."

Good guy.

Not a single disciple was confiscated, so the disciple residence was built.

Waiting for him to jump in?

The snow-clothed man stood at the door of the brand-new disciple's residence, and the movement of raising his head made the long black hair hang down from his back, and the breeze did not move.

Cheng Yuzhi casually pushed aside the twigs of the path, and saw this scene.

Gu Yan turned around, her ice-like eyes showed signs of melting.

He smiled lightly, and called out in a deep voice, "Meteor."

Cheng Yuzhi sighed: "A Yan."

The man in snow took a step back, turned around, and motioned him to see the whole picture of the disciple's residence in front of him.

Cheng Yuzhi followed his gaze to look up, and was surprised to find that Gu Yan almost restored the entire picture of Changjin Gate, and rebuilt it on Changshu Peak.

Gu Yan came, but was only half a foot away from him, stopped restrainedly, did not hug his waist, and did not pinch his fingers presumptuously.

"Don't be angry," the snow-clothed man said meekly, "This way Yunzhi won't be too homesick."

Cheng Yunzhi was indeed not angry.

Seeing the familiar territory reproduced in other people's territory, for some reason, there is a subtle pleasure of occupation.

His eyes fell on the disciple Ju in the center again: "Where is that room?"

Gu Yan said softly: "Move the house where Yuzhi lived before and renovate it."

He opened the door casually and showed the whole inside, it was indeed the room where Cheng Yuzhi lived for a few days before.

Everything is displayed.

Oh, and his Falling Spirit belongs to him completely—even if it is not at the level of a Taoist companion.

Gu Yan: "Come..."

Cheng Yuzhi suddenly made a sound and interrupted him: "Don't worry, Xianjun, we can go and see other things."

Quickly stretched out his hand, and lightly pressed Gu Yan's chin, with his fingertips almost touching the corner of A Xianjun's lips.

Gu Yan calmly held his finger: "What do you call me?"

Mr. Cheng stared at him for a while, then turned around and smiled: "Ah, yes."

"Master."

He lazily called out, and with a fingertip, he happened to press the side of Gu Yan's lips, and his fingertips were glowing with peach blossoms.

And that Yun Zhongjun smiled, looked down at him with his favorite posture, opened his mouth, and lightly bit his fingertips.

Cheng Yun's stagnation.

The author has something to say:

In fact, I want them to start a normal master-apprentice story.

How could this be so!