Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

The fiery red sun fell from the sky, dyeing the floor tiles at the door of those dark and low houses brightly, outlining their inconspicuous outlines.

They were walking down the street, facing the direction of the setting sun, and everything seemed extremely dazzling.

Mr. Cheng yawned lazily, put his arm on Lu Mingxi's shoulder, and stretched out two fingers: "Now, you have two choices."

Lu Mingxi followed his meaning and asked, "I have two choices?"

Cheng Yuzhi: "One, have dinner first; two, find an inn to rest first."

Yu Ziframe interjected smoothly: "Why don't you just go back to the sect?"

Cheng Yuzhi laughed loudly: "Senior brother, it's so late now, when the boy brings the spirit boat over, it will probably be early in the morning, and I'm so sleepy. Besides, we just experienced a 'thrilling' event, so we don't need to rest any longer ?”

Yu Ziframe hugged his shoulders, couldn't help raising his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I'm afraid the prisoner of Yun is lazy?"

His tone was obviously much closer, Cheng Yuzhi thought, the effect of following up this time is not bad.

He also laughed: "I was spotted by my brother."

There was another commotion in the crowd at the other end, and the hawker selling candied haws hurriedly picked up the sticks of candied haws and hid beside them.

Several children were brought along, squatting at the door of the shop one by one, looking around from time to time.

Cheng Yunzhi said casually: "Brother, what are you hiding?"

The peddler turned around and saw a handsome young man, and he replied happily: "The statue of Xiangling God is coming, everyone should avoid it, please go to the temple."

Sure enough, everyone looked at the street and found that pedestrians were hiding on both sides of the street.Even the stalls that were not very convenient to move were barely moved back two inches.

Not long after, Cheng Yunzhi looked into the distance and saw a statue of a young man placed on a sedan chair and carried towards the temple.

The young man held a long sword and was dressed in snow.

There is no trace of mottled hair, not facing the outside, but standing sideways, showing half of his face indifferently.

The other half was covered by black hair, making it impossible to see his real appearance.

The peddler said: "Are you foreigners? Look, this is Xiangling God!"

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

Lu Mingxi: "..."

Cheng Yuzhi asked delicately: "You Xiangling god, did you suddenly pass by the Xiangling River one day, and found something urgent here, so you rescued it, and then left gracefully?"

The peddler was shocked: "I haven't told my story yet, how do you know? Did you hear it before?"

Cheng Yuzhi thought to himself, more than just heard about it in advance.

I have heard several versions!

Xianjun is really so idle, if he doesn't practice hard, what about just fighting fires all over the world? ! !

People watched the statue of Xiangling God being carried away to the distance, and there were devout believers who immediately knelt down and prayed to the god.

After the statue gradually disappeared, the street resumed its original bustle and bustle.

Several children around the peddler tugged at his sleeves again and asked for candied haws. When they got the candied haws, they ran away contentedly.

The peddler wiped the sweat from his head, and when he turned around, he saw that these young men with extraordinary temperament were still in place, his eyes lit up.

"Hey, are you free?" the peddler asked, "Would you like to listen to the story of Xiangling God?"

It seems that there is a desire to confide, and there is nowhere to vent.

Cheng Yunzhi nodded, and just as the peddler was about to eloquent, he heard him say, "Please make the long story short."

The peddler regretted: "...Okay."

It is roughly that Xianjun passed the Xiangling River and found that there was a fire here.

At that time, people in the whole city were in a hurry, those who put out the fire and those who saved people saved people, but the fire was too big and fierce, and it almost engulfed the city.

Some people are still struggling to run outside, while others are desperate, raising their hands, begging God, let it rain!

The wailing of the people in the city reached the ears of the immortals who passed by here.

The raging fire was reflected in his pupils, which almost dyed his long black hair into fiery gold.

The people saw someone hanging in the air, no matter who he was, they just wanted to ask for help.

In the next moment, with the help of God, the Xiangling River rose against the sky like a tornado, condensing into a huge ball of water in the air.

So, patter, rain.

The common people raised their heads and greeted this man-made life-saving rain with their foreheads, faces and palms.

"The fire was extinguished, and the immortal master left without leaving a word,"

The peddler said with emotion, "Everyone thanked him for saving the lives of the whole city with the water of the Xiangling River, so they called him the God of Xiangling. But he was too far away to see the full face of the God of Xiangling, so we only made this half of the statue."

Cheng Yuzhi asked curiously: "Should there be a statue before, and now you are making a new one?"

Vendor: "Hell, that's another matter. It was only used as a lifesaver. After a long time, everyone gradually forgot it. As a result, some people's luck gradually improved because of their belief in Xiangling God, so they have to do it every year. A new statue, let’s pay homage again.”

The two faced each other and laughed, not knowing what they were laughing at.

After the story was finished, the peddler waved goodbye to them and left the place where he stayed.

Cheng Yunzhi lowered his head when there was a tug on the sleeve: "Have you chosen?"

Lu Mingxi said firmly: "Go to the inn first." Divide the room.

The local officials and lords prepared a good room for them to rest for the immortal masters who came from afar.

However, the immortal masters refused to say that sleeping in the government would make them feel uncomfortable. Some said their feet hurt, some said their heads hurt, but they were just not used to it anyway.

They had no choice but to let them leave the government and find an inn outside to rest.

The three of Cheng Yunzhi found a clean inn, but the waiter at the inn said that there was only one upper room left.

There is only one room, so Yu Ziframe doesn't care.

He said: "That room is fine, I'll sleep on the floor, you two can lie on the bed."

Cheng Yuzhi took a deep breath: "That won't work, brother's body must be frozen. Let's go to another house?"

I asked two more, all because of worshiping the Xiangling God, the sacrificial activities held were so interesting that they attracted countless outsiders to visit, and the inns were full, so they had no choice but to return in desperation.

For dinner, they found a well-known local restaurant, where they could sit by the window and watch the long queues of dancing on the lower street.

The young man is holding a torch, and the girl is holding a basin filled with water from the Xiangling River, shaking it from one end of the street to the other.

Cheng Yunzhi was so eager to see it, he wanted to go down and play with everyone on the water basin, but was held back by Senior Brother Yu and Fellow Daoist Xiaolu.

Senior Brother Yu earnestly said: "Brother Cheng, we have to conserve our strength and have to sit in the spirit boat for several days."

Fellow Daoist Xiaolu simply said: "Yuzhi, do you know the technique of drying clothes?"

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

It's not impossible, but after integrating into the life of mortals, the number of drying spells has been greatly reduced, and the formula has almost been forgotten.

Xiao Cheng was carried back to the inn listlessly by his seniors and put him on the bed.

He propped his chin with both hands: "Otherwise, I'll be on the floor. Cheng is greedy for cold, and likes to roll on the ground on weekdays."

Yu Ziframe said gently: "I must not roll you into a mud monkey."

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

Help!

Doesn't senior brother have no previous memories!

Why can you say exactly the same thing!

Xiao Cheng was greatly shocked: "Brother, have you recovered your memory?"

Senior Brother Yu: "What memory?"

Xiao Cheng: "...it's nothing."

He turned his head and drove Xiaolu into the bed, with the posture of a bed bully: "Kids, sleep in it obediently, so as not to fall in the middle of the night."

Lu Mingxi said: "The bed is very low, it won't hurt if you fall on it."

Cheng Yuzhi said with a pleasant smile, "But it will hit the brother on the head."

Yu Ziframe: "..."

So when it was time to sleep, the people on the ground slept soundly, and the people on the bed had their own thoughts.

Cheng Yunzhi closed his eyes, unconsciously, he began to recall every detail of what happened during this period.

He found out that the master was his ex-boyfriend, and when he ran far away, he could still see traces of Jie Axianjun, as if the world belonged to him.

Cheng Yunzhi sighed in his heart, and suddenly had a bad thought.

He suddenly fell into a deep sleep, turned sideways, and faced Lu Mingxi who was sleeping on the inner side of the bed.

His long black hair was scattered behind him, intertwined into a small spider web.

Lu Mingxi was conscious, and he watched Cheng Yunzhi change from lying on his back to lying on his side, facing him.

The breath was shallow and gradually spread between them.

If he felt something, he stretched out his hand, grabbed a strand of long hair that was about to fall, and gently put it back for him.

Suddenly, I heard Cheng Yunzhi whispering something softly.

The young fellow daoist moved without a trace, getting closer and closer, and in the end it was only a finger's width away, barely standing in front of Cheng Yu's eyes.

I heard Cheng Yunzhi say: "Xianjun...not delicious...vegetables..."

Lu Mingxi opened his lips slightly, a little at a loss.

He spliced ​​those broken words together and came to the conclusion: Xianjun is not his type.

Fellow Daoist Xiaolu was so shocked that he became stiff, and then he heard Cheng Yunzhi say: "The food...is not good...big pig's trotters..."

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that the pig's trotters for dinner were not soft enough.

Lu Mingxi thought for a moment in silence, and came to the conclusion that Fengche should learn how to stew pig's trotters.

The windmill far away from Xuantianzong: "Ah?!"

Cheng Yunzhi slept soundly enough.

In his sleep, he always vaguely smelled a reassuring smell, which could not go away.

He woke up, rolled the quilt slowly, and could find no one around him even with his eyes closed.

Cheng Yunzhi struggled to open his eyes, and saw Lu Mingxi and Yu Zijia getting up early, sitting and staring at each other.

Cheng Yuzhi was shocked: "Xiaolu, you must have passed me in the middle of the night and rolled onto the head of senior brother, right?!"

Lu Mingxi; "...No."

Yu Ziframe said seriously: "Then we have to check."

Lu Mingxi hummed: "I just remembered, otherwise I would have discovered the clue yesterday."

Cheng Yu later realized that they were talking about serious business, and his expression became serious: "What's wrong?"

"Yuzhi, take out the corpse of the sea guard that was brought in yesterday and take a look."

Cheng Yuzhi took out the Qiankun bag, and the meatball rolled to the ground.

"Junior Brother Xiaolu has experience in making puppets, he said that there is something wrong with this sea guard." Yu Zi framed.

Cheng Yun was startled, and immediately looked to the ground.

Lu Mingxi merged his fingers, drawing out a flash of light, which shot into the fleshy sphere.

Between his fingertips and the meat ball, a thin spiritual thread appeared, like hanging a thread to diagnose pulse, he put his other hand on the spiritual thread.

After half a cup of tea, Lu Mingxi frowned and said, "It's a puppet."

Cheng Yuzhi said: "If it's a puppet, can it still escape you...you and I three people's sight?"

Lu Mingxi shook his head: "I'm afraid it's a companion creature brought from the mother's womb. It is born and can hide itself better than ordinary puppets."