Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

When Cheng Yuzhi was young, he found this mirror in the master's storeroom.

Curious, he picked it up, jumped off the gun and took it back to his bedroom.

During the period, I met my senior brother. Seeing that he was small, my senior brother ran back holding a mirror with a big head, and helped him up in a funny way: "Yuzhi, where did you get the mirror?"

Cheng Yunzhi is the youngest of the sect. He was spoiled since he was a child, and he often took things out of his master's storeroom. Everyone knew about it.

So now he said confidently: "Master."

Brother stroked his soft hair: "Go, go, be careful, don't drop the mirror."

"Hey!"

"I made sweet and sour pork ribs tonight, and you can call Master to come over for dinner later."

"Know it!"

He sat on the bed in his own room, touched the mirror with his hands, and touched it with the spiritual power he had just entered.

Soon, the mirror shimmered.

Cheng Yunzhi: "Wow!!!"

There was no sound from the opposite side, Cheng Yuzhi lay on the mirror and shouted loudly: "Hi, my name is Cheng Yuzhi, what's your name!"

He doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and his proud nose can be raised to the sky since he was a child, so he is naturally interested in this talking mirror.

As for whether the mirror will tell him what his name is...does it need to be said?

He Xiao Cheng is so cute, who wouldn't even tell him his name?

Then, the other side said nothing.

Paji closed the passage.

Of course, later, we slowly contacted each other through the mirror, and finally became a "mirror friend" who talked about everything.

Thinking of this memory, Cheng Yunzhi touched his nose in embarrassment.

He said: "You can't blame me, your voice in the mirror seems to be a little bit different from now." He also emphasized a little bit.

He quickly glanced at Gu Yan, looked back, and said with emotion: The owner of that voice is exactly as he imagined, and the thin ice in winter is nothing more than that.

Gu Yan lowered his eyes and said slowly: "I can't wait to see you, so I came here."

Cheng Yunzhi was curious: "How do you know I'm here in Chenghua?"

Gu Yan looked at him: "You said it yourself, the peach blossoms on the streets of Chenghua are a good sign, and you decided to help this face trafficker get back to the pinnacle of life."

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

Look at his memory.

It turned out that the other party was a friend who had talked about everything for many years, and Mr. Cheng suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

He went to the small table, picked up the teapot, and made a cup of tea for each of them.

He smiled and said: "Sorry, I really didn't recognize it. Come on, this cup of tea is my respect to you. We have known each other for many years and this is the first time we meet. There is nothing to entertain you."

Gu Yan looked at him: "You served me three bowls of very bitter traditional Chinese medicine."

Cheng Yuzhi: "...that's what the doctor did."

Young Master Xueyi straightened his outer robe and stood up.

Gu Yan said: "Did Yunzhi forget something?"

He pressed on step by step, pushing the young man who was holding a hot teacup to the window, and pressed him against the carved wood grain window edge.

Cheng Yuzhi recalled that in Moxiu's cave, the opponent's black hair was hanging down, sliding from his cheeks to the pinnae, and then into the shoulders and neck.

His eyes were scorching, and there was no difference except that there was no demonic energy overflowing from madness.

Cheng Yunzhi: "... I forgot?"

Gu Yan said slowly: "It's you who said, I have a nice voice, I really want to see my face with my own eyes one day, and then decide." He lowered his head affectionately, and put his lips against the young man's ear, "...Do you want to be with me? I'm with you."

This is frivolous.

But it was still simplified. What Cheng Yuzhi said at the time was a hundred times more frivolous than this.

Oh, he remembered, he was able to chat at the time, and said: "We have been chatting through the mirror for 200 years, one day I can see what you look like with my own eyes..."

"Are we together?"

"Okay," he didn't mind picking up the words, and said with a smile, "I call you a husband, will you respond?"

Listen.

What nonsense did he say.

However, Mr. Cheng was not afraid in the face of danger. He held the teacup to his mouth, took a sip of the tea, and showed an expression of enjoyment.

Pausing for a moment, he raised his face and stretched his brows and eyes: "Okay."

Gu Yan froze for a moment, then regained his composure.

The young man's pretty face approached him, with a sweet smile, lightly pressed against his chin, and said vaguely: "...I think Nanf is pretty good."

It seems that since having this identity, Cheng Yuzhi no longer avoids him in many things.

For example, in his storybook, "the blue-faced confidant who has brought disaster to the country and the people".

In his works, the fair-skinned, black-haired young master is lying on Jie'a Xianjun's lap, trembling.

He cried and said: "I am not worthy of you, Master, everyone in the world has clear eyes and ears, only I am in chaos, and I can't see how much I am... I shouldn't have joined this Xuantian sect in the first place, I shouldn't... ...to be your apprentice."

The fairy made of snow looked indifferent, and covered his long hair with his hands.

He said: "There is nothing unworthy, it is destiny, you are my disciple."

When writing this paragraph, Cheng Yuzhi always felt that something was wrong.

He couldn't figure it out, but this plot was suggested by Gu Yan, and it was very appropriate to connect with the above, as if it was born to be written like this.

He said, let Lan Yan be the closed disciple of Jun A Xianjun.

Being close to the water, and naturally getting the moon, sounds more reliable than the badly written love at first sight on the street.

However, there is always something not quite right.

Forget it, Cheng Yunzhi suppressed that bit of weirdness, readily adopted this plot, and wrote it into the storybook, and that Lan Yan stood next to Xianjun logically, accompanying him day and night.

He put down his pen and closed the script.

Gu Yan just came in from the outside, spread out the collected pamphlets, and put them in front of his eyes.

Yep, they're picking where to go next.

As a family member, Gu Yan is also willing to go with Cheng Yunzhi.

At that time, Cheng Yunzhi said so.

Before he spoke, his smile was so sweet that he could pull out a filament, but as he spoke, his face lost expression.

"I've never been in a relationship before, and I don't know how other Taoist couples get along," Cheng Yunzhi said, "If you get tired of me, let's get together and stay away, and never get entangled; Naturally, I will make it clear so that you won’t misunderstand.”

Gu Yan only said: "No."

Whether it will not get bored or not misunderstood, nothing is said.

Afterwards, Cheng Yunzhi joyfully unfolded the map and poked his waist with his elbow, asking him to see where he should go next.

Gu Yan observed carefully and delineated a few points.

It turned out to be the place that Cheng Yunzhi wanted before!

He couldn't help admiring: "The sky is auspicious, the climate is suitable, and there are countless delicacies. A Yan, you are more picky than I thought. You have a good eye... just like me."

Mr. Cheng cocked his tail triumphantly and rolled up the map.

"But we have to solve a new problem," he said, "A Yan, do you have any money?"

Gu Yan looked at him innocently and shook his head honestly.

Cheng Yuzhi tsk-tsk: "That's great, even the fact that I don't have money is exactly the same as me. Don't look at me like that, all my money is spent in the upper room of the inn."

He originally planned to go back to his old profession and perform on the street... Ah no, when he was storytelling, he heard that rumor again.

Cheng Yuzhi grabbed the crowd of onlookers and grabbed an elder brother.

He asked, "What's wrong with the Wang family?" referring to posting an obituary at the door.

The elder brother frowned and sighed: "Hey, Wang Dafugui, their house is haunted again!"

It was the second life, none other than Wang Dafugui's eldest wife.

Different from the details heard during the first haunting, this time the ghosts are more vicious and ruthless, they don't eat dead things, they only eat people.

A lot of people in the front were discussing: "What is this called..."

"Is the Wang family suppressing evil spirits? Otherwise, the neighbors are fine, so why are their families killing people one after another?"

"Hiss, evil door."

"It was his family's servant who died last time, but the mistress who died this time has no rules at all."

Cheng Yunzhi touched his chin and turned around.

He said: "A Yan."

Gu Yan: "Huh?"

Cheng Yuzhi: "Don't you feel that we have got the money?"

Wang Dafugui stood in the vestibule, wiping away tears.

Surrounded by many servants, he shouted loudly: "I want to invite the immortal master again! Let the immortal master arrest all the ghosts!"

He was trembling badly, not only because his wife was gone.

What's more, thinking that the ghost was in the house, and even one night, I lost my life for no reason, how could this not make people terrified.

He jumped up and down frantically, commanding his servants to open the warehouse and get the spirit stone.

"Two thousand taels, is it enough... No, three thousand! Four thousand! I want the immortal master to catch all the ghosts here!"

The words were out of tune, obviously frightened.

That's right, anyone who finds out that his wife has turned into a skeleton and is still lying beside him will probably look like this.

Cheng Yunzhi pinched his fingers, and said: "A servant and a woman are all mortals. This method is almost the same as the previous demon cultivator. It sounds like the same kind of secret method."

"Drained the flesh and blood with aura, leaving bones," he shook his head, "this 'ghost' is much more vicious than the previous one."

The crowd of onlookers was evacuated, and Wang Dafugui was about to contact the immortal master when someone jumped out from beside him.

He screamed and covered his chest: "You! You you you!"

Cheng Yuzhi waved his hand, "Hey, I, I, I, don't be afraid, it's me."

Wang Dafugui suffered for several days with his eyes open, and his mind was a little confused.

He squinted his eyes, looked at Cheng Yunzhi carefully, and suddenly remembered, isn't this the young man who could talk to the immortal teacher calmly a while ago!

This is great, maybe he can help contact the immortal teacher!

Wang Dafugui grabbed his hand and was very grateful: "Master! Oh my God! Please help me, please call the fairy master quickly, I have been unable to eat or sleep for several days..."

Following his movements, a gaze fell on the back of his hand.

The skin on the back of the hand seemed to be burning, and it was extremely painful, Wang Dafugui withdrew his hand suddenly, screaming in pain.

It was the man standing behind the young man in Xueqing robe.

Wearing a dark-patterned snow suit, with long hair tied into a crown, he is not angry and majestic, looking at him like a roadside grass crushed by snow.

Wang Dafugui was trembling, and almost immediately called his servants to come over and stand in front of him.

Where did the evil god come from!

Coincidentally, Cheng Yunzhi also withdrew his hand.

The young man was all smiles, and he turned to introduce Gu Yan to him: "Far water can't quench your near thirst, Master Wang, this is also an immortal teacher who came from afar, and his strength is not inferior to those of the previous ones. Okay...would you like to try it?"