Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Sure enough, the moment Bai Jiong landed on the ground, Bai Jiamu was like an enraged rooster. He swung his long sword across his body and said coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Bai Jiong smiled and said: "Brother, what am I doing here, don't I have to ask you?"

Bai Jiamu was taken aback, and took a deep breath: "What am I doing, what's none of your business?"

Bai Jiong: "Of course it's none of my business."

He suddenly changed his face and shouted, "Bai Jiamu, the ancestor told us not to cause trouble in Xuantianzong before he came here. Look, what are you doing now?"

Bai Jiamu was speechless, and Bai Jiong said: "Picking someone's underdeveloped disciple to bully him, isn't that causing trouble?!"

As he said that, he turned around and saluted all the young seniors, brothers and sisters: "I'm sorry everyone, it's because Zu Shan is not strict in discipline."

Zitao, as the senior brother of the head of the sect, was naturally the first one to be saluted.

However, he frowned, as if he didn't understand: "It's not been a year or two since Bai Jiamu came to the school to make troubles, why are you here to discipline now? You didn't even count as troubles before co-authoring, did you?"

Bai Jiong paused and didn't answer for a while.

After a while, I didn't look very good, and forced a smile: "That's why I have to apologize for all the rudeness before."

He just followed the ancestor and visited the first site in the world.

Undoubtedly, with a lot of money, the spirit boat can be used by disciples at will, and the monthly rules are generous.There are countless peaks, and the rare Taoist monarch in the world can be seen everywhere here.

Besides, the atmosphere of the sect is completely different.

There is an unwritten rule in Zushan that the last disciples will be eliminated. These disciples will not be sent back to the human world, but thrown into secret realms or thrown into dangerous missions.

Only by working hard can one stand out in such a sect - he, Bai Jiong, is exactly like this.

However, he didn't want such a sect at all.

He worked hard and worked hard, and the reward he got in the end was nothing more than being able to live and have enough food and clothing.

He just heard about the Xianjun accepting disciples, so he didn't close his eyes all night.

With the backing of Mahayana immortals, all the treasures of the sect are free to choose, and the treasures of heaven and earth are piled up. No matter how useless the spiritual root is, it can be promoted to Daojun.

He has an idea.

He wants to stay in Xuantianzong.

if it is possible……

He gradually covered up the thoughts behind, and saluted Zitao seriously: "I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist Zitao."

The disciples behind him discussed secretly, saying that Bai Jiong had a certain amount of advance and retreat.However, Bai Jiamu felt that he had lost all face.

It doesn't matter if he is defeated by Zitao, it doesn't matter if he is defeated by an unknown pawn.

However, being represented by this kind of person, bowing down and apologizing everywhere, accepting the forgiveness he didn't need with a smile...

Bai Jiong didn't turn his head back, and waved his hands: "Take him back, face the wall and think about his mistakes, and discipline him strictly."

The two Nascent Souls behind him who were protecting him nodded yes and walked towards Bai Jiamu.

The young man stood where he was, with his head half down.

He watched silently as the two Nascent Souls approached him, trying to reach out to grab him.The gold ornaments on his body that represented his identity were already broken, but he was wearing plain white clothes.

In the line of sight, everything was slowing down, the terrified eyes of the juniors and sisters in the academy, the constricted pupils of Yuan Ying, Daoist Zitao had no time to stop him, only had time to put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Enduring for so many years...

His father treated him well and endured it.

Grandpa was kind to him and endured it.

Their spiritual roots are not bad, but they took his quota and entered the ancestor mountain ahead of time, so they were valued by the ancestor and tolerated it.

As a senior brother, he suppressed him everywhere and endured it.

After enduring it for so many years, does he, Bai Jiamu, really want to endure it?

Why didn't anyone ask him, as an orthodox young master, his foundation and strength are really not as good as him, so he must be patient!

Bai Jiamu got angry and drew out his long sword.The majestic spiritual power overflowed from the spine, and the momentum continued to rise, burning like a fire!

Like a fire flying all over the sky, straight into the sky!

He raised his sword and stabbed!

The target is exactly Bai Jiong's back heart!

stab-

Bai Jiong managed to dodge sideways, but the sleeve was still cut and fell straight to the ground, leaving only an embarrassing half sleeve.

There were bloodstains and tears on the arms, which wet the embarrassing undershirt into a deep red.

The bastard covered his arms in pain and shouted, "Bai Jiamu! I've endured you for a long time! Catch him!!!"

The spiritual power was raging, and the surrounding crowd dispersed, shouting loudly to take off their robes.

Nascent Soul has made a move!

The spiritual power was like a knife, cutting Bai Jiamu's whole body bleeding profusely, but he laughed arrogantly, holding the sword, trying to support himself, so as not to fall straight down.

He said softly: "Bai Jiong, even if you take revenge, you dare not point your own knife at me...a coward."

But Xuantianzong already looked stupid.

Zitao pushed the older junior brother and asked him to quickly take the little radish heads to a safe place, lest they be hurt by the spiritual power of Daojun Yuanying who shot.

The junior brother understood, like chasing ducklings away, he hurriedly drove away all the little carrot heads.

Zitao said stupidly: "I thought it was just coming down to fight with Bai Jiamu."

Cheng Yuzhi continued: "I never thought about seeing their internal strife."

It was only half a cup of tea before the time, and the person who came to provoke the trouble had already knelt on the ground.

Zitao withdrew his gaze: "I really don't like dealing with this kind of person."

He muttered casually, re-tying his long hair and straightening the crown.

Just as he was talking, Bai Jiong walked over with a smile and saluted Zitao: "I'm sorry, brother Zitao made a joke."

Zitao furrowed his handsome eyebrows, his face was clean and neat.

"Does Zu Shan have any punishment for those who attack the same sect without authorization?" He said straightforwardly, "Throw into the refining environment?"

But Bai Jiong said reluctantly: "...If you die, you will be thrown into the secret realm. If you don't die, the punishment is to be locked up on a dry cliff for three months."

Although it is not life-threatening, but unable to see people, poor food, no daily necessities, three months is considered quite difficult penance.

Yuan Ying lifted Bai Jiamu, and stood on either side of him, one left and one right.

Perhaps, when he thought of being imprisoned in Kuya and unable to go out for the next three months, he felt sad and wiped his face fiercely.

A head poked out from behind a distant pillar, and ran to him, wanting to help him up: "Brother Bai!!! Are you all right!!!"

As a result, when he ran to him, he was glared at by the two Nascent Souls, his feet went limp, and he sat down on the ground with a slap.

Bai Jiamu said irritably, "What are you doing here?"

The little follower said aggrievedly: "Brother Bai, I didn't think you were seriously injured... Stop the bleeding! Stop the bleeding quickly! Where is your panacea, brother?"

Bai Jiamu said unhappily: "It's over."

The little follower was stunned.

Then, tremblingly, he took out a long-preserved elixir from his bag, and was about to stuff it into his mouth. Bai Jiamu was caught off guard and choked until he fainted.

Before coughing out the culprit, he was fought by Yuan Ying and led down the mountain.

The little follower froze in place for a long time before running after him all the way.

Seeing the unsatisfactory things leave, Bai Jiong even smiled a little more sincerely.

He proudly chatted back and forth with Zitao, and couldn't help but glance back.

After a while, Che Jilu got tired of talking, and finally pretended not to care about changing the subject, and directed towards Cheng Yuzhi: "I don't know this fellow Taoist, what should I call him?"

Since he could stand beside Zitao and talk to him on an equal footing, his status in the Xuantian Sect was naturally not low.

If you can make friends with this person, it is also part of developing contacts...

Cheng Yuzhi narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "My surname is Cheng, and my first name is Yunzhi."

Bai Jiong said: "Haha! Good! Brother Cheng."

He said casually; "I don't know which Taoist Lord Cheng Daoyou is under..."

Zitao looked around, and finally took a look at Cheng Yuzhi, but he didn't say anything, obviously giving the initiative to Cheng Gongzi himself.

Mr. Cheng thought about it, and there was nothing to hide, after all, many people saw it on the day of apprenticeship.

He bent slightly, smiled and said: "No talent, under Xianjun's sect."

Bai Jiong casually said: "Which fairy..."

Halfway through the talk, I didn't realize it myself!On the territory of Xuantianzong, there is only one person who can be called a fairy king!

So far away... so close!

It turns out that he is the new disciple Jie A Xianjun!

Bai Jiong's pupils shrunk slightly, before they showed up, he was suppressed by him, and a smile appeared again.

"It turns out that you are a disciple of Xianjun! I have long admired you, Brother Cheng," he approached enthusiastically, "I have heard many rumors about Xianjun accepting apprentices, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Cheng Yuzhi replied: "Yes, yes, I am alive."

Bai Jiong warmly invited them to come to the restaurant at the foot of the mountain for a gathering.

Cheng Yuzhi thought about the food that he had stuffed down whole, and felt extremely guilty for having him for Xiao Tong.

But, maybe it was because I ate too fast and hastily just now, and now I always feel like my throat is choking.

So he readily agreed to the appointment, and Brother Zitao followed beside him vigilantly.

Nothing happened, Bai Jiong invited an exceptionally good meal and spent a lot of Lingshi.

During the dinner, he caught Cheng Yuzhi and asked, "Brother Cheng, I heard that you have just joined the sect, have you ever gotten used to it?"

Cheng Yunzhi: "The fairy built a house for me, and I used the clothes I like, there is nothing I am not used to."

Bai Jiong: "... I heard that Brother Cheng's cultivation level is not high. In Xuantian Sect, where there are many capable people, have you ever been bullied?"

Cheng Yunzhi: "My master is still alive."

Bai Jiong: "... I heard that Xianjun teaches rigorously and has strict requirements. Is this true?"

Cheng Yunzhi: "That's not true."

Bai Jiong heaved a sigh of relief, and just wanted to ask the fairy what kind of person he was and what he liked.

Turning his head, Cheng Yunzhi said: "There is no requirement, I can even sleep until noon."

After the table, when Bai Jiong left with a stiff smile, Zitao clicked his tongue twice, then turned his head and said, "He has no good intentions."

Cheng Yuzhi casually said, "Cheng's eyes and ears are fine."

Zitao said, "He wants to steal your boyfriend."

Cheng Yuzhi: "...I guess it's not possible. That's called an ex-boyfriend."

He sighed, and directed Xiaoer to pack the sumptuous meals on the table, not wanting to let them be abandoned alone: ​​"I don't like the competition in Zushan, just want to reach the sky in one step."

They parted at the foot of the mountain, Zitao was going to see his younger brothers and sisters who were injured in the gesture, and Cheng Yunzhi did not rely on Dapeng, but walked slowly up the mountain path alone.

Halfway through, the shadows in the forest twisted, and the snow-clothed man stepped out of nowhere, and landed in front of his eyes.

Before Cheng Yuzhi could speak, Gu Yan leaned forward slightly and sniffed.

Mr. Gu frowned lightly, and said aggrievedly: "How could it be the spices outside, not the smell of Changshu Peak. Did Yu Zhi go out to make tooth sacrifices?"

Cheng Yuzhi said kindly, "Xianjun, you have a very sharp nose, can you even smell a few dishes?"

Gu Yan said: "That's not true. I just asked Xiaoer how many dishes you ordered at that table."

At dinner time, I saw Zitao again.

This time the eldest brother was full of disgust, sitting on a stool in the small hall, his legs dangling.

Seeing Cheng Yunzhi coming in, he shook his head.

Cheng Yunzhi wondered, "What?"

Zitao said: "That Bai Jiong, quietly told people that he admired the Immortal Monarch, that's fine, and also said that your talent is low, even if you are an Immortal Monarch's disciple, you will never be able to get up... Who is this?!"

Cheng Yunzhi said: "What are you fussing about with him?" He said, tilting his wrist slightly, "This tea tastes good, please drink it, please drink it, it can clear the liver and relieve internal heat."

Zitao snatched the teacup, raised his head and drank it.

The next day, the elder brother rushed up to Liangshan as if entering his own house... Ah no, Chang Shufeng knocked on the door and shouted: "Meteor! That Bai Jiong is dead!"