Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

The raging fire burned to the front of the isolation zone, no matter how capable it was, it turned into a mass of ashes.

Perhaps because they have lived on the side of the mountain for a long time, the villagers are very skilled in fire fighting.

Even when Yu Ziframe just picked up the wooden barrel, he calmly reminded him that the fire was already low.

It is indeed small, only the buildings that have not been completely burned down are left, and the thick black smoke on the top makes the people nearby cover their mouths and noses.

Cheng Yunzhi shuttled among the adults, and was gently stroked on the head by the rough palms of the villagers.

The kind-hearted aunt knelt down and looked at him lovingly.

"Poor, there is no place to live at such a young age,"

She was a little bit reluctant to part with such a beautiful child, and said in a persuasive way, "Auntie has a new bed at home, so why don't you come to Auntie's place after that, there is no shortage of food for you."

"Your senior brother has reached the age of starting a family, so he won't take care of you in the future!"

Another woman came over and choked on her topic: "Is it just as big as your house?"

She looked at Cheng Yunzhi, and the smile on her face couldn't hold up: "My family is big, come to my house!"

Cheng Yunzhi put down the small wooden barrel, and thanked them earnestly: "Thank you, auntie, senior brother treats me well, so I can't leave senior brother behind."

So the women laughed and said, "Okay, okay."

"We are obedient, not like my brat."

"After that, listen carefully to what your senior brother has to say."

The last little flame was extinguished, and the matter came to an end.

The demon cultivator who ignited the fire was smashed to pieces by the spiritual power that erupted when the senior brother was promoted to the realm, and there was not even a catty of scum left;

And those who fled sneakily nearby were also turned over to the government.

Seeing that it was all right, the villagers went down the mountain with their buckets on their shoulders and their backs. The two brothers and sisters stood on the mountain and waved to them, sending the helpers down the mountain.

Cheng Yunzhi said "walk slowly, uncle", and said "thank you sister" on the other side.

When everyone was gone, Yu Ziframe lowered his head.

The color in his pupils was pitch black, and the natal sword was pinned on the waist of the young Daoxiu, who was extremely silent and motionless.

He shook the hand he was holding, and said softly: "Shall we go down the mountain and relax?"

Cheng Yunzhi was still a little sad, his eyebrows drooped, and his nose twitched.

He raised his head and said, "I'm going to get something and I'll be back soon."

After finishing speaking, he took out the hand held by his senior brother and ran to the depths of the gray-black building ruins.

Yu Ziframe was startled, and stretched out his hand to hold him: "Stop it!"

Soon, the junior brother ran out with something shiny in his arms. Yu Ziframe looked carefully and found that it was a fragment of a mirror.

Cheng Yuzhi said naturally: "The mirror is broken. I think the master at the bottom of the mountain can fix it."

Yu Ziframe responded: "Okay."

When Cheng Yunzhi packed up the mirror fragments, he didn't even glance at the closed stone door.

When the two arrived at the foot of the mountain, they took it to a master who could repair glass. After trying for a long time, the master failed to use conventional methods to glue the mirror together again.

Frustrated, Cheng Yuzhi pressed the mirror fragments into the copper mirror frame one by one, deceiving himself and others, pretending that they were put together.

Shaking the mirror, from a distance, it is as clean as new, only some ugly cracks can be seen close up.

Cheng Yunzhi called to his friend: "Wu Wu!"

The mirror didn't respond, it seemed lifeless, and it lost all its previous functions.

Cheng Yunzhi racked his brains and finally thought of the name that Jingyou had told him.

He seriously and solemnly called out the name of another strange adult monk:

"Gu Yan."

Gu Yan said that he was here.

But Cheng Yunzhi couldn't hear it.

Xiao Cheng put down the mirror, took a bottle of glue, and crookedly stuck the cracks on the mirror, as if in this way he could find his mirror friend again.

Called again: "Gu Yan!"

Gu Yan said again that he was here.

Cheng Yuzhi couldn't hear it, he was in a daze, he put the mirror flat on the bed, and stroked it lightly.

"I did not do it on purpose,"

Xiao Cheng said sadly, "Can you still hear me? I will never hit you again, and I don't need to beat you with my fists anymore. Xiao Cheng will do what he says...Can you talk again?" He sniffled, okay? sad.

Senior brother pushed open the door of the inn room and saw Cheng Yuzhi lying on the bed with the mirror in front of him, he couldn't help but said, "The matter of our Changjin Gate will naturally be settled by the people of Changjin. After that, you ask Xianjun Call for help?"

Cheng Yuzhi shook his head and said, "Brother, it doesn't speak anymore."

He held the mirror up in front of his senior brother, who looked at it carefully for a while, and had to confirm that it had lost its ability as a magic weapon, and now it was just an ordinary mirror.

The young man was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "This mirror needs spiritual power to be accumulated, so please work hard to practice, and sooner or later you will be able to cultivate well, so that he will reappear."

Cheng Yunzhi's eyes lit up: "Okay!"

However, it was just that Cheng Yunzhi didn't respond, while Gu Yan had the other side of the transparent mirror intact, but he could see the images refracted by every fragment of the mirror.

He watched the young Daoxiu grow up little by little, and after a year of inactivity, he successfully entered the Foundation Establishment, and he was an entry-level Foundation Establishment monk at a young age.

He watched Cheng Yuzhi's face gradually change, from one look to another.

But the eyebrows did not change.

The little apprentice at the other end would talk to him a lot.

Perhaps it was because he felt that no one would hear his little secret anymore, so the topic became bolder.

I would also whisper something to him, saying:

On the street today, Shige bought a lot of food and toys for Zhizhi, as well as clothes and bedding for changing seasons.

But my elder brother stood in front of a stall and looked at the magical artifacts on it for a long time.

Zhizhi asked him if he wanted to buy it together, but the senior brother said that he just saw the novelty and didn't really want to buy it.

He thinks he is cheating.

Senior Brother is not that Senior Brother anymore.

Cheng Yuzhi's mirror did not respond, it was empty, only his own face.

Gu Yan listened to him, watched for a long time, and stretched out his hand involuntarily, but his fingertips touched the cold mirror surface of the transparent mirror.

The immortal pondered for a long time, but there was no movement.

He also saw the thick night on the other side of the transparent mirror, half of Cheng Yunzhi's face and the curtains fluttering behind him were reflected in the mirror.

Suddenly, Dao Xiu unconsciously cried bitterly in the middle of the night, shrinking himself into a ball.

He seems to be thinner.

After throwing away the soft cheeks from childhood, the boy Daoxiu presents a thin figure, as if he could be hugged with one hand, just like when he was a child.

The next day the senior brother came to ask him why his eyes were swollen, the young junior brother was taken aback, smiled and said that reading the script yesterday was so touching that he was moved to tears.

The elder brother had no choice but to drag the younger brother out to practice swords.

They left this small, rented house with little money and a happy life.

As long as Gu Yan stretches out his hand, he can take him away from there, and come to his big and spacious Xuantianzong, and live the ethereal days of immortals again, living as long as God, as chic and without nostalgia.

He wants to rebuild Changjin Gate?

Want to carry forward the great sect and recruit a lot of disciples?

As easy as drinking saliva.

But Gu Yan didn't.

The immortal sat on the other side of the mirror, as if sitting on a cloud, and watched him for ten years.

Through this small mirror, make sure that the other end is the person he wants.

I want to watch him, to see him grow up, to see him smile again, even if he is not as flawless as when he was a child, it doesn't matter.

There is nothing wrong with the way of heaven, Gu Yan thought to himself.

He is willing to teach him all his knowledge. He is Gu Yan's most suitable apprentice, completely in line with his wishes, and the changes every year seem to be stepping on the edge of his preference to grow wantonly.

If he comes, he will be the next peak master of Changshu Peak.

Every time Cheng Yunzhi lowered his eyes halfway and slowly confided to the mirror, it was the most enjoyable part of Gu Yan's boring practice.

The insignificant flaws in his avenue were filled.

Filled with the breath of another person, even if they have never met, never really touched.

He had an epiphany on the spot, and quietly stepped into Mahayana consummation.

Finally, the immortal stood up from the mirror, his snow-white Taoist robe fell down, as smooth as his long, ink-like black hair.

The hour has come.

He was finally able to go to see him with the most complete gesture.

On the other side, Cheng Yuzhi didn't know, and he was nagging at the transparent mirror that had been broken for an unknown number of years every day...

Someone actually listened and remembered it!

However, it can be regarded as forming a habit.

Every time he encounters troublesome things, Cheng Yuzhi will come over with a smile on his face, and output in front of the mirror.

After finishing speaking, the whole person relaxed.

His talent was finally revealed, one year after foundation establishment, five years of Golden Core, and 16-year-old Golden Core Late Stage, about to enter Nascent Soul.

The senior brother himself is considered to be a talented dual spirit root. He was mentally prepared for his younger brother three spiritual roots to barely enter the golden core for decades, but he was taken aback by this flying speed.

He has grown into a young man now, with a good figure, and his stance is quite bluffing.

At dinner, I found my junior brother and asked seriously: "Whatever, did you eat something wrong?"

Cheng Yunzhi said innocently: "Brother! Don't you know what I eat every day!"

Yu Ziframe: "..."

In fact, I really don't know, the younger brother goes to the street every day, and he doesn't eat snacks for dinner, so he loses his appetite for eating.

Picking up the little junior brother and shaking him, Cheng Yuzhi shouted innocently again: "Isn't it just a meal of roast goose, a bowl of ice noodles, fried skewers with regular copper coins...well."

Junior brother Xiao Cheng skillfully tilted his head at him, and as soon as his brother let go, his back disappeared into the other side of the door.

Yu Ziframe: "..."

Finally he knew what spoiled his appetite!

Children really can't be fed snacks from an early age!

They live in a town some distance away from Changjin, and they do some work like a master looking for chickens and looking for children...cough, killing demons and demons.

And Cheng Yunzhi likes to spend time in restaurants in his free time, listening to those storytellers' hype.

Sometimes he took out his little notebook and jotted it down from time to time.

There is no unforgettable practice, and there is no heart-piercing shouting and killing. I live an ordinary life in the world of mortals, enjoying wonton soup and ice powder, eating hot rice and crispy meat.

It was like forgetting the past and starting over.

In Cheng Yuzhi's year, Yu Ziframe made a decision.

Senior Brother poured tea for him, and said: "To break through Nascent Soul, just staying in one place may not be enough."

Cheng Yuzhi held the teacup in both hands, and listened attentively: "Brother, please tell me."

Yu Ziframe said: "You and I should travel to various sects, attend the Fairy Gate Meeting held by them, and ask for knowledge of Taoism."

Cheng Yunzhi also poured tea for him.

A trickle of clear tea fell into Yu Zihua's cup, and Cheng Yunzhi smiled and said, "You still want to promote Changjin, don't you?"

"Brother, don't worry."