Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

It only took Cheng Yunzhi a short day to comprehend that sentence.

When the other party realized this, he was a little speechless, and he no longer resisted the child's request to talk more like a baby.

Until later, he said: "This is the test I give to my future disciples."

Cheng Yun heard, my good fellow, Jing Ling's voice sounded so young, yet he was already the age of his master!

Xiao Cheng was taken aback, and thought of all the masters with apprentices as grandpas with white beards.

Cheng Yunzhi said: "Are you..."

Jing Ling's voice was a bit ethereal, coming from the other side of the mirror: "I have done fortune-telling for myself, and although it is generally inaccurate, but at my level, there is nothing inaccurate."

Xiao Cheng said cautiously: "What realm are you in?"

Jing Ling said leisurely: "I have entered Mahayana."

However, in Xiao Cheng's mind, there is no concept of what Mahayana is.He hasn't started to refine Qi yet, his elder brother has built a foundation, and he is already very powerful, and his master Jindan, in his eyes, is basically an existence like a god in the sky, what can be said.

For example, there are candied haws in candied haws, and there are sweet and sour pork ribs in sweet and sour pork.

Xiao Cheng took a sip of his saliva, thinking that Jing Ling is probably the kind of big man who can have as many ribs as he wants.

Jing Ling pondered for a while, and then said: "Are you willing to be my disciple? My sect has a vast territory and abundant resources. If you come, you must be from the sect..."

Cheng Yunzhi felt something was wrong, this mirror spirit seemed to be not an ordinary mirror spirit.

He actually wanted to poach his master's corner!

Cheng Yunzhi answered him loudly: "Absolutely not! My master is the best master in the world, and my brother is also the best brother. Are you the best teacher? Do you have the best brother?! "

The child talks upside down and over and over again, but the meaning inside and outside the words is the same:

don't go!

Pooh!

Xiao Cheng clenched his fist viciously, and knocked on the hard surface of the mirror: "You are so disgusting! I will ignore you!"

Said, Cheng Yuzhi quickly got out of bed, kicked his little shoes and rushed towards the cabinet, grabbed the armrest of the cabinet with both hands and pulled it away, and stuffed the mirror in.

He poked his head inside, pouted, and said twice: "Go, go, talking mirrors are really not good things."

Jingling: "...?"

At the dinner table that night, Xiao Cheng vividly described the whole process of his "confrontation" with Jing Ling, and also focused on how he rejected Jing Ling and his determination to stay in their sect!

Cheng Yu held the wooden chopsticks in one hand and the bowl in the other. He was just a little bird that couldn't stop: "He wants to frame me to go with him! You can't be fooled by him!"

The chopsticks in the master's hand held the Chinese cabbage, which was crumbling, but he didn't care about it at all.

Angrily, he poked the cabbage into the rice bowl, and praised Cheng Yunzhi loudly: "Very good! He did a great job, who the hell is here to snatch my apprentice, and I want the apprentice to find it by himself! They are all human!"

The senior brother rarely agrees: "I'm afraid it is some kind of monster possessing the mirror, don't be afraid of it, and see master and senior brother destroy it."

Cheng Yuzhi was not afraid at all, and was even a little elated.

The child stepped on the bench with one foot, stood up unsteadily, and raised his fist: "Defeat the mirror spirit! Defeat the demons and ghosts!"

Master: "..."

Brother: "..."

The master yelled: "Come down quickly, it's not proper to step on the stool-what's the shout for eating well!"

The high morale of the teacher continued until after dinner, when Cheng Yuzhi took out the mirror again.

The three masters sat around the mirror, and the master and elder brother stared closely at the peaceful mirror.

And Xiao Cheng was right, lying on the futon, stretched out his hand to poke the mirror.

Cheng Yunzhi said: "Come out, my master and senior brother are coming to defeat you."

Master: "..."

The white-bearded old man taught him seriously: "Well, you can't say that, even if you are an enemy, you should be more polite."

Cheng Yuzhi looked at him, then at the mirror: "Okay."

Ripples appeared on the mirror, and the young Daoxiu who was sitting cross-legged on the other side folded his arms and shoulders, his handsome face was full of impatience, seeing something strange, he immediately said: "Here we come."

As he said that, a calm voice came from the other side of the mirror: "That's it."

The white-bearded old man immediately stood up, blowing his beard and staring: "What is it, what can you call it! You still want to snatch my apprentice, what kind of monster and ghost are you, I want to live with you!"

There was another slight ripple on the mirror: "It's useless."

The other party calmly said: "I have calculated that he will become my disciple sooner or later. I am willing not to accept any disciples from now on, but to wait for him alone."

The white-bearded old man stared at him: "Bah!!!"

He immediately turned his head, gathered up the little apprentice, hugged him in front of him, pointed to the mirror and said, "Well, do you hear that? If you hear such words when you go out in the future, you are a bad person who wants to abduct him!"

Cheng Yuzhi suddenly realized: "So it's...the bad guys!"

However, he became confused again: "But he also taught him a lot of things."

The old man with white beard cut off his spiritual power disdainfully, not giving the other party a chance to speak: "What are you teaching? Don't let you go astray."

Cheng Yunzhi looked at him with big innocent eyes, and said the sentence he had enlightened.

Master and brother were stunned.

Master took a deep breath: "Hiss..."

Telling such a profound thing to a child... the child actually realized it by himself!

The elder brother couldn't sit still, so he came over and picked up Cheng Yunzhi. Xiao Cheng lay on the elder brother's shoulders with ease, and was then placed on a tall chair beside him.

Master recited that sentence, turning it over and over again, repeating the words: "So it is so, so it is so...how is it so...so it is so!"

Xiao Cheng was taken aback: "What's wrong, Master?"

Senior brother has seen this process a lot, so he doesn't panic at all: "Master has a new understanding, and he is going to retreat."

The young Taoist has almost never seen such a scene, he stared at the mirror with scrutiny, maybe the 'Mirror Spirit' opposite is not an ordinary person.

Just one sentence can make Taoist cultivators who are at the Jindan stage or near the end of the year realize their epiphanies on the spot.

He turned his head and coaxed the junior brother first: "Go and rest, I will guard the master."

Cheng Yunzhi was full of doubts, but the kid could already read people's eyes, and said regretfully, "Okay."

So he jumped off the high chair, stumbled and ran to his house.

Watching the younger brother run away, his back disappearing around the corner, Yu Zijia lowered his head thoughtfully, and the mirror has not echoed since just now.

After a quarter of an hour, the old man with white beard was refreshed and woke up from his epiphany.

It seems that even the wrinkles on his face have been reduced a few times, and he is much younger, with a rather fairy-like appearance.

Master said, "Who are you...?"

The other side was silent for a long, long time, perhaps trying to figure out whether he and this apprentice who fell from the sky had any fate.

In the end, she was determined and came back again: "Gu's famous banquet, the word is cut off."

Master turned into a wooden chicken again: "Cut, cut, Xianjun..."

Monks in the Mahayana period, no one knows, no one knows!

Yu Ziframe stood by, his hands began to tremble, and his lips began to tremble.

His natal sword could fully sense his painful mood, and it also hummed in a low voice, as if comforting, but also as if he was not willing to part with it.

The young Daoxiu lowered his head. He knew that if the monks of the Mahayana period really came and wanted to rob people, they, a small sect, would definitely not be able to stop them.

He raised such a big one...

The master insisted, what if the other party is a fake: "Do you have any evidence to prove that you are Jie Ah Xianjun?"

The person on the other side said, "Evidence? I'm here, that's the evidence."

Speaking of which, the ripples on the mirror surface increased abnormally, and a blurry picture came from the other side.

In the mirror, a hand stretched out from the mirror, picked up the transparent mirror, and took a look at his face. Both the master and Yu Zijia could clearly see that he was a Taoist cultivator with high authority and profound realm.

Gu Yan said indifferently: "Look at it casually."

Mirrors stand up from the peak clearing, reflecting all the surrounding scenes.

The peak towers high, the clouds are misty, the cranes are in groups, and the disciples as big as ants fly across the sky. In the distance, the magnificent Zongmen hall is looming in the thick clouds.

Number one in the world, Xuantianzong.

Gu Yan continued: "He will be my closed disciple and inherit all the assets of my Xuantian Sect, including my things. Why, don't you want to?"

The thoughts of the two people from the Moliu sect were like floating in the clouds, or falling off a cliff.

Master covered his face in pain: "This..."

How does this make him choose?

One of them was the orphan he picked up on Changjin Mountain, who was about to be bitten by a wolf.

He took the child back, fed him carefully, and taught him everything, so that he could teach the little apprentice to be well-behaved and cute now.

How could he be willing to...

The master looked at the eldest disciple as if asking for help: "Zi frame, what do you think..."

However, Yu Ziframe said: "Master, tell me, would it be better to let him go to Xuantianzong than here?"

He staggered like a puppet, his body was a little unstable, he supported the table with one hand, and his forehead with the other.

If you want to say reluctance, he is the most reluctant one.

Yu Zijian said: "With such talent, even with three spiritual roots, he can practice countless times faster than you and me with double spiritual roots. He can only play around like an ordinary child in Changjin, but if he goes to Xuan Tianzong, you can become the most powerful Taoist cultivator, with the best teachers and resources."

The master couldn't believe it: "Yu Ziframe, are you crazy?"

"He's gone, what about you and me?"

Yu Zi framed: "Master, look at the library, how many taels of silver and stones are there? Up to now, I have never eaten a pill for washing the marrow, and I have never even seen a meal of spiritual food."

The white-bearded old man looked at him, struggling to look away: "Maybe, maybe he doesn't want to leave..."

There was a crackling sound from the door frame, the master and apprentice turned their heads and saw Cheng Yuzhi pulling on the door frame, looking at them with tears in his eyes.

Yu Ziframe was stunned: "It is!"

Cheng Yunzhi rushed over like flying, Yu Zijia subconsciously squatted down, stretched out his hand to pick him up, but saw the little junior brother rushing into the arms of the master, hugging the neck of the master.

He turned his face away, the tip of his nose was red, and accused him in fear: "Brother, don't let me go!"