Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

The snow-clothed man was startled, and the hand holding his finger suddenly tightened.

Now there is no gap between the fingers for the air to pass through, and it is so hot that it makes people flustered.

Cheng Yuzhi lowered his head and looked at his clenched fingers: "What?"

Gu Yandao: "He is not my eyeliner. When he was just born, he said he wanted a name, and I asked him what you want the name for. This is very rare, like the windmills when they were born, their consciousness was blank, so what? I will think about asking for a name for myself."

Gu Xianjun uttered a very long sentence, his eyes were straight ahead, and Cheng Yunzhi followed his gaze, looking into the distance, and saw the towering and beautiful silhouette of Changshu Peak.

The thin wind blew past, revealing the smooth side face of the man in snow.

Cheng Yunzhi: "He is very special."

Gu Yan: "He voluntarily asked to go down the mountain and go to the sect to be an outer disciple, instead of staying on Changshu Peak as a child in charge. Maybe he is the same, and wants to meet new friends."

Or rather, want to meet you.

As an independent young monk, not a sprinkler boy attached to others.

Cheng Yunzhi retracted his gaze, feeling that he had a lot to say but couldn't.

Gu Yan said: "But there are some things that cannot be erased. You know it, and I know it too."

The long black hair of the snow-clothed man fell down, and the roc flapped its wings vigorously, and the blown wings seemed to be able to cover the sky and the sun, covering their figures.

Cheng Yunzhi complained softly: "You use his body to spy on me."

Gu Yan drooped his eyelashes, with a slight smile on his lips: "I want to take a few more look at my disciples, my Taoist companions who haven't passed the sect, is there anything wrong with that?"

Cheng Yun hesitated and turned his back.

However, at the moment before turning around, Gu Yan grabbed her, leaned back again, fell back into his arms, and took a long time to sit upright again.

Cheng Yuzhi felt that he had nowhere to go out with all his strength, so he only heard Gu Yan say, "I never thought that Yuzhi would really regard someone he had only known for a few days as a friend."

Cheng Yunzhi frowned: "Don't you?"

Gu Yan: "No."

On Changshu Peak, the children were still going back and forth to prepare.

With a stern face, Fengche directed everyone to put things back in place one stroke at a time, and to clean up all the places within sight.

My mouth was dry, and before I had time to drink water, I saw the roc jumping over the edge of the clouds in the sky and swooping down.

Windmill's eyes lit up!

The little boy rushed to the front of the clearing, held on to the tree trunk, and waved to the sky: "That's it!"

The young man in Xueqing's robe got down from the Dapeng, and gave Xiaotong a hug as expected.

Cheng Yuzhi hugged the petite spirit doll, and even squeezed his arm. It was indeed flesh and blood, with the thin but still muscles attached to the skeleton, it was completely impossible to tell that this aura was not a living body.

He sighed and said nothing.

Xiaotong was acutely aware that Cheng Yunzhi was in a bad mood.

He reluctantly broke free from his embrace, and said seriously: "Did the task not be completed? Or did something go wrong during the trip..."

Gu Yan also said: "If you are in a bad mood, I will let Lu Mingxi go up the mountain to accompany you?"

Cheng Yuzhi stood up immediately and refused, "No!"

He paused, then slumped again: "Let Xiaolu live quietly by himself." He finally had the idea of ​​living independently.

When Cheng Yuzhi was eating, he noticed someone staring at him without malice.

He quietly put down his chopsticks, looked to the side of the table, and sure enough saw a little boy hiding at the foot of the table, poking his head timidly to look at him.

After being discovered by Cheng Yuzhi, the boy opened his eyes wide and asked, "Don't you want to eat? Would you like to eat some more?"

Cheng Yun subconsciously looked at Gu Yan who was sitting on the other side of the wooden table, but the snow-clothed man had his back straight and was still quietly picking up vegetables with his chopsticks, without looking at him.

But when Cheng Yuzhi's gaze came over, he also raised his head and said, "Don't you want to eat? Have some more?"

Cheng Yunzhi retracted his gaze complicatedly: "I'm not full yet."

The little boy immediately became happy, and continued to hide in the corner of the table to watch him.

Cheng Yunzhi couldn't hold back, and carried the little boy out from under the table so that he could also sit on a chair beside the table.

Mr. Cheng told him: "Don't stand there stupidly, you should eat some too, so that children can replenish their body."

The little boy twisted and couldn't sit still: "I can't grow tall anyway."

Cheng Yunzhi stuffed the empty bowl into his hand: "You can't just watch others eat. Eat, meat, vegetables?"

After he tasted it twice, his eyes were extremely bright, as if he had seen it, he bent down and nodded his cheek: "Delicious!"

Cheng Yunzhi just wanted to say that everyone would come to eat after that, but when he turned his head, he saw several heads poking out from behind the curtain next to the small hall, among which the eyes of the windmill were the brightest and most conspicuous.

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

The words on the lips turned into "then eat more at Fengche", which caught the child's bewildered eyes.

After the meal, Windmill still walked ahead, leading him slowly towards the bedroom.

Along the way, Cheng Yunzhi controlled himself to pay attention to the little boy passing by, only to realize that there are so many spirit puppets on this mountain.

The number of people who came to ask for hugs before was far less than all of them.Just on his way back to the house, dozens of children walked by.

Cheng Yuzhi asked delicately, "Ah Yan has made so many spirit puppets, what's the use?"

Fengche told the truth mercilessly: "I also saw it in the lake of transforming demons. Every time the demons of the heart are transformed, they have to go through the process of moulting. Occasionally."

After turning a corner, there was finally no one around.

Only then did Cheng Yunzhi slowly express what was in his mind: "Windmill."

"Huh?" The little boy stopped, looked up at him, and a puzzled monosyllable came out of his throat.

"Are you still a windmill?" Cheng Yuzhi asked hesitantly.

Fengche's eyes widened: "Why am I not me!"

Cheng Yuzhi: "A Yan said that your consciousness will merge with him."

"But now that we have been separated, we are no longer part of the original," Fengche comforted him, "It is also very difficult for the main body to merge."

Cheng Yuzhi smiled, and finally felt a little more relaxed: "Then don't you want to go down the mountain to do something you want to do like Xiaolu?"

Windmill shook his head: "I don't want to. Someone has to stay on the mountain, and I'm one of the first to be born. If I also go down the mountain, who else can take care of it so skillfully?"

The little boy raised his hands behind his back, super proud.

"The dish that I ate the most today was fried by me!"

Cheng Yuzhi praised him sincerely: "You are awesome!"

He took two steps forward, and the little boy came up behind him.

The child's body is soft and his arms are thin, so he can only touch his feet when hugging someone from behind, barely hugging his waist, and burying his little face in Cheng Yunzhi's back shirt.

The windmill said: "Do you like me and everyone?"

Cheng Yun was stunned: "I like it."

"Xianjun said that we will be able to have it openly and aboveboard soon," he said sullenly, pitifully and cutely, "and then he left."

"Can't, continue to be with Xianjun? Then we can be together forever and live happily on Changshu Peak."

Cheng Yuzhi couldn't bear it anymore, squatted down, and touched Fengche's head.

The little boy tilted his head, deliberately rubbing against his palm, with a sad expression on his face.

No tears, but also like a wet, desperate little animal, wanting to seek comfort from people.

Cheng Yuzhi said slowly: "I have overdrawn my cultivation, so I may only be able to accompany Fengche at this time."

Fengche was puzzled: "Then let Xianjun give him his life, wouldn't it be good?"

Cheng Yunzhi smiled, turned against the guest, and led him forward: "The immortal is a human being, not a god. He will feel uncomfortable if these longevity yuan are given to me out of thin air. Besides, where is the way to divide the lifespan? Even a Taoist bond is nothing more than life and death together."

When the disciple arrived, the little boy couldn't speak, so Cheng Yuzhi let go of his hand and knocked on the door.

Cheng Yunzhi smiled and said, "Okay, I'm here. Fengche can also go about his own business."

The little boy stood stubbornly in front of the door, refusing to leave.

Gradually, tears welled up in his eyes, and he choked up and said, "Can I still see him tomorrow?"

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

The head suddenly swelled up.

"I mean, maybe I won't have a good life for a few decades... It's not that it will be gone tomorrow!!!"

……

Waking up in the morning, Cheng Yunzhi unexpectedly discovered that Xianjun could not resist disturbing his sleep.

He looked at the bright sunlight outside the window, and at his own soft and soft bedding, Xiao Cheng lay down full of righteousness, and decided to go back to sleep.

Xiao Cheng was lucky enough to think: Anyway, Gu Yanlai didn't wake him up...

That must be because the time has not yet arrived!

It's not that he stays in bed!

Xiao Cheng pricked up his ears, selectively ignoring last night, he justly rejected Master's first invitation, and asked him not to enter and leave Xiao Cheng's bedroom at random in the morning.

Xiao Cheng happily closed his eyes, then opened them again speechlessly.

Turning his head, he saw a row of heads lying on the window, all of them with bright eyes, like potted plants basking in the sun on the window sill.

Seeing his eyes, the biggest and oldest head in the middle shook happily: "Meteor!"

Cheng Yunzhi: "..." Xiao Cheng had no choice but to leave the bed and put on his coat.

Xiao Cheng complained unhappily: "You come here early in the morning to disturb other people's sleep?"

The head in the middle gasped: "It's noon!"

His head was raised suddenly, revealing the snow-white Taoist robes of Xuantianzong's disciples. Zitao stretched his arms and turned himself in from the window, and fell staggeringly when he landed.

Zitao was upright: "I sent my younger brothers and sisters to the school, but I didn't see you coming. Do you want to go to the school together in the future?"

Cheng Yuzhi walked to the door in bewilderment, and with a light push, the door could be opened: "Why don't you come in through the door, don't you like it?"

Zitao: "...forgot, can't you!"

In fact, he saw the little boy squatting secretly under the window outside the house on the way. He lost his mind and squatted in the corner of the wall.

Cheng Yuzhi looked at the sun and yawned sleepily: "What do you teach in the school?"

"Basic mental skills, magic skills, etc. Some disciples are not very old, and the master still has to teach them how to read." Zitao introduced.

Cheng Yuzhi thought for a while: "Will he teach better than Xianjun?"

Zitao: "...it seems not."

The big brother is persuasive: "In the morning, the cafeteria will provide particularly delicious meat buns and sandwich shortbread..."

Cheng Yunzhi: "Windmills can also be made."

Zitao turned his head, showing a toothache expression: "You're too lazy."

Cheng Yuzhi lazily buttoned up the button, and hung up the broken jade string and the Qiankun bag for himself, "Sleep as long as you can, this is Cheng's life principle..."

Just as he was talking, Zitao's communication jade slip rang, and he picked it up with ease.

Eldest brother is obviously a busy man, after sending his juniors and sisters to school, beating lazy disciples everywhere, and still answering the communication non-stop.

The other side of the spiritual power call was panting, "Little brother! Bai Jiamu said that all the students taught in our school are trash! All the brothers and sisters present can't beat him!"

Zitao yelled, "Show me, I'll be right there!"

As he said that, he cut off his spiritual power, and was about to turn out the window in a hurry: "In the past two days, the foreign sect came to communicate, and Bai Jiamu came to this Zushan again. It's not the first time I have done this, I have to help them fight !"

Cheng Yuzhi was even more confused: "But the door is open, why do you have to open the window?"

Zitao: "..."

Zitao: "Are you coming or not? Fighting is something that our Xuantian Sect is good at. No one is afraid of it!"