Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

When the spirit boat landed, there was only a slight puff, and half of the dust was raised.

It was still clean, brand new, and as bright as the day before yesterday, Cheng Yunzhi walked down from it, turned around involuntarily, and caressed its outer wall lovingly.

He praised: "It doesn't show up on the outside, but I didn't expect that there is a universe inside. It's rare to have such a good long-distance trip,"

Putting his hands together, he said happily, "Thank you, thank you."

The little boy who came with the boat was pulling the threshold, and the unsteady bun on his head was dangling, which made Cheng Yuzhi always want to reach out to tease him and fiddle with him a few times.

The little boy pondered for a moment with a straight face, and suddenly realized!

He quietly pulled his hair into a more crooked bun, and leaned in front of the handsome young man, raised his head, and muttered.

Cheng Yuzhi glanced at it, looked again, looked again.

In the end, I couldn't help it anymore, touched it with my hand, and showed a satisfied smile.

The little boy couldn't hold back anymore, and the two of them laughed happily.

Lu Mingxi glanced at the two people who were crooked together, and lowered his head to arrange the Qiankun bags.

On the contrary, Yu Zijian couldn't hold back anymore, and turned around and said, "Brother Cheng! Let's enter the city earlier, and we have to take the path to the village."

Cheng Yunzhi looked over: "Okay, wait a minute."

He lowered his head, patted the little boy's head, and asked quietly: "You came out without authorization, didn't Xianjun express anything?"

The kid shook his head vigorously.

He also stood on tiptoe, and quietly told Cheng Yuzhi: "The Immortal Monarch is out, so I don't care what I do."

Mr. Cheng showed a thoughtful and subtle smile.

He drawled his tone and praised: "You are really amazing to be able to open the spirit boat by yourself."

The three of them lined up into the city along the flow of people.

It is not obvious outside the city, but inside the city is bustling with traffic and pedestrians.As long as there is a street vendor who can yell, the business will basically not be bad.

There were also mobile trolleys pushing past them, and the peddler shouted loudly: "Selling sweet and sour meatballs——"

Cheng Yunzhi pondered: "Where is sweet and sour meatball a new word, why have I never eaten it before?"

Yu Ziframe smiled and said, "It's probably a new variety here. Do you want to eat it?"

Cheng Yun nodded subconsciously, and Yu Ziframe said skillfully: "You stay here, I'll go buy some."

Cheng Yunzhi grabbed him and said: "How old am I, I don't need help from others, just go together."

There were people chatting on the side of the road, about the lively scenes of the past two days.

"God Xiangling will come down to earth tomorrow, and seeing such a lively scene, he should be so happy from ear to ear."

"Tell me, what does Xiangling God want this time?"

"How do I know, it's different every year! Last year God of the River asked for a stewed pig's head, so you won't want another one this year?"

"Hahaha maybe!"

Cheng Yunzhi took the meatballs from the vendor and looked at the skewers in his hands in amazement.

The texture is similar to candied haws, but the meatballs are made by hand and topped with a special sweet and sour sauce, which has a unique flavor.

He didn't eat it when he got it, but waved it around in front of his companions first.

"Brother Yu, do you want to eat? How about a bite?" Mr. Cheng said with a smile on purpose.

Just as Yu Zijian smiled, he wanted to say that Brother Cheng was being polite, but then he received the staring gaze of fellow Daoist Xiaolu beside him.

He turned slightly sideways and asked, "Does Junior Brother Xiaolu want to eat?"

Holding the sword in his arms, Lu Mingxi said, "Think."

Yu Ziframe: "...Then, let's do one more."

Fellow Daoist Xiaolu said stubbornly, "The skewer in Meteor's hand looks more delicious."

Cheng Yuzhi shook the skewers of sweet and sour meatballs, and happened to be in front of fellow daoist Xiaolu, and finally bit off one by himself, causing his cheeks to bulge.

He was a little proud: "If you want to eat, then Cheng can just buy another one."

In the end, Xiaolu got a bunch of brand new meatballs, but he didn't seem very interested. He lowered his head in frustration and ate the skewers by himself.

They walked through hawkers and carts, restaurants and inns, and expressed their intentions in front of the Yamen. The government immediately sent them to the village where the accident occurred.

It's just that the person who picks them up seems a little unusual.

The person who came was a small boy, quite tall, with a slightly inconspicuous hunchback, wearing a short jacket that was changed and washed again and again.

The straw sandals are quite new, and they should be woven by themselves.

He was driving a cow and dragging a four-wheeled cart that couldn't fall off, and motioned for them to come up.

He tugged on his straw straw hat, and there was a hole in the tip of the hat, which he shrugged off and turned to the back.

"Hello Immortal Master, Immortal Master is good, Immortal Master is good,"

He said hello to each of them without being bothered at all, and then he pulled his oxen and passed the small broken cart and asked them to sit on it.

Cheng Yuzhi looked at the width of the cart, it was barely enough to seat three people, and it couldn't be tilted at all; the strength was frightening, for fear that it would be scattered into a mess while sitting.

Mr. Cheng said euphemistically: "The immortal master has immortal methods, why don't you show us the way, let's go by ourselves?"

The young man said in a daze; "But if you go by yourself, I'm afraid you don't know the place."

Well, it seems inevitable.

Yu Zijian didn't dislike it at all, thanked him politely, wiped the surface of the cart casually, and sat on it naturally;

Lu Mingxi didn't dislike it either, and jumped lightly, without making a sound, as the person was already on top.

Mr. Cheng looked at the dusty car with a helpless expression.

However, he soon recovered, Xiao Cheng always had his own way - for example, he took out a coat from his Qiankun bag, bought it casually when he was shopping, and wanted to give it to Gu Yan as a gift.

It seems to be pretty good to put it under the buttocks now.

Creaking and shaking, the cart set off.

Yu Zijian saw that something was wrong, the size of this outer shirt was obviously one size larger than that of Cheng Yunzhi, and it didn't look like what he wanted to wear.

Senior Brother Yu pondered for a long time, but couldn't figure it out: "Yezhi, did you wear this clothes yourself?"

Cheng Yuzhi said casually: "Of course not, I don't have such stature."

"That is?"

Fellow Daoist who sat next to them pricked up his ears and stared at Cheng Yunzhi with burning eyes.

Cheng Yuzhi thought for a while: "I... ex-boyfriend." He specially emphasized the accent on the first word.

Xiaolu's invisible ears immediately drooped in frustration, and he buried his face in his knees sullenly.

And Yu Ziframe's reaction was much bigger than his.

Brother Yu jumped up from the cart, and his voice was so loud that it could startle birds in a radius of ten miles.

"What, ex-"

It looks like the cabbage that has been raised for many years has been arched by a pig.

The cart was creaked by his stepping on it, and the old boards were crumbling.

The old cow in front was frightened and suddenly stopped halfway. The boy who drove the cow almost got stuck under the cart and was run over by the wheels. He managed to pull himself back.

Yu Ziframe jumped out of the car to help drive the cattle.

When Cheng Yun's eyes blurred, he returned to the cart, heaving a sigh of relief like the rest of his life after a catastrophe.

Yu Ziframe: "It's okay. Brother Cheng, don't care, it's just an ex-boyfriend."

Cheng Yuzhi laughed loudly: "Yes, yes, just an ex-boyfriend."

Lu Mingxi; "..."

The ox cart was slow, and in the silence of the small road, amidst the conversation between Senior Brother Yu and Senior Brother Cheng, it finally arrived at Xiangling Village, which was taken from the same pronunciation of Xiangling River.

Yu Ziframe was still saying: "...If Brother Cheng still needs it, I also have good friends and I also like male friends. Arrange for everyone to meet..."

Lu Mingxi suddenly turned around and said, "He doesn't need it."

Cheng Yuzhi teased him: "Why don't you need it anymore?"

Lu Mingxi: "After breaking up for so long, you still haven't found someone new."

As he spoke, there was still a bit of aggrieved nasal voice.

Cheng Yuzhi: "Not looking for it doesn't mean I don't need it."

The young fellow next to him lowered his head and muttered, suddenly the sharp hostility just now disappeared.

"But he definitely still wants to be with you, Yuzhi is the best person."

The young man lowered his eyelids, and after a while, he said "hmm".

The entrance to the village was wide open, and the cattle-herding youth struggled to drive the cattle, and slowly drove into the entrance of the village, stepping on the muddy threshold of the road at the entrance of the village.

Three or two people came from the other side, and when they saw them entering the village, Qiqi showed a look of disapproval.

One of them stepped forward and called out, "Lin Xingzhi, are you bringing strangers into the village?"

The boy driving the cattle is Lin Xingzhi.

Seeing these people coming forward, he flinched in fear, and immediately straightened his back as much as possible.

"They are not strangers, they are immortal masters brought by the government master."

"Immortal Master?!"

The man in the middle said: "Where are there any immortal masters? They are all charlatan tricks pretending to be gods, and they are not as real as Xiangling gods... If you are really busy, go and help carry the things for the priests. There are not enough people. If you don’t help, it’s really useless to support you without parents.”

This person was exceptionally thin, with protruding front teeth and high browbones. He could swallow two mouthfuls of saliva and suffocate him to death.

Lin Xingzhi reacted sharply and said, "Aren't you guys hanging out too?"

These people immediately made a commotion, one said "you don't care about it, you little bastard", the other said "if you meddle in your own business, you will get a mouse", and the third said "you don't know how to respect elders at all", and then wandered out.

Seeing them walking away, Lin Xingzhi heaved a sigh of relief and pressed his chest.

Cheng Yuzhi said: "It seems that the matter doesn't need to be resolved by Xianzong?"

Lin Xingzhi: "I need it, I need it!"

He immediately introduced: "I am the one who reported the case. I told the village head and grandpa and told me to report to the government; but the official sent someone down, but he didn't solve the problem, and said he would report to Xianzong."

Cheng Yuzhi thought to himself: In the end, Xianzong didn't take it seriously, and hung it on the wall of the disciple's task, whoever is free will go.

"Why don't you call the nearby Xianzong?"

After all, although Xuantianzong has a great name, it is really far away.

Lin Xingzhi said: "There is no immortal sect near us. So those people think that the immortal masters are charlatans... I was also lucky that I went to the government, otherwise I am afraid I would not have seen a few immortal masters."

Cheng Yunzhi connected all the clues so far, but couldn't find a clue.

He said: "We all know what happened roughly. Two people died in total?"

Lin Xingzhi: "How could there be only two! There are so many people, one will die in two weeks!"

When people died at the beginning, everyone thought that there was a vicious murderer LJ.

Until the second and third died silently, things went wrong, as if there was a dark shadow hiding in the corner of the village, watching silently.

The government came to investigate, but found nothing, so they had to close the village, otherwise people would come in and out, and supplies would only be received in the village.

Coincidentally, the first one to die was the boatman, and recently it coincided with the celebration of the Xiangling River God.

So some people speculated whether the God of the river was angry, thinking that they were eating free food, crossing the river for nothing, and no one made offerings, so they wanted to show their power.

Xiangling Village didn't worship gods before, so it's normal to have this guess.

Lin Xingzhi: "Some people say that the first offering has to be big, so the village chief's grandfather has been preparing for a long time."