Those years when I started a business in the comprehension world

Ye Feiyao was also a little confused.

She couldn't think of a reason for Master Chengjun to stay.

Master Chengjun is not interested in the remaining members of Xuanqimen, so since the old head passed away, he never visited Xuanqimen again.This time he came to the door for some reason, but he looked in a bad mood, and even split Xianzong Tower right through!

If it is simply to find a place to live, then it is even more impossible.

The martial arts villa of Xuanqimen was actually considered a magnificent building when it was first built.Hundreds of years ago, the Xuanqimen, which was moved to Duobaoshan, has declined, but it is still a camel that has just died of emaciation, and the wealth is still a bit surplus.Later, the number of disciples decreased from generation to generation, and the income of the sect was not satisfactory. In order to save expenses, some palaces were abandoned one after another.

By now, most of the villa has been abandoned.The houses that are left in use also look dilapidated because they have not been repaired for many years.Coupled with being burdened by the gambling debts of the new head, all the objects in the door that could support the scene were sold out.Today's Xuanqimen can be said to be full of poverty.

Master Chengjun is not a hard-working and simple person, let alone someone who would wrong himself for no reason. More than 20 years ago, the Xuanqi Gate was not as shabby as it is today. The ancestor Chengjun lived in the gate, so he was always picky with the old master about his residence.

Moreover, Master Chengjun has his own residence, and he is fully capable of finding a better one. Why did he choose the Xuanqimen, which he detested so much before?

Because of this, Ye Feiyao dared to speculate with Wen Xinze that Chengjun would not stay in Xuanqimen for a long time.

But now—clearly, her guess was wrong.

She was so wrong that she was dazed and confused, but because she was in awe of Chengjun, she didn't dare to ask directly.

Ye Feiyao didn't dare to ask, but Wen Xinze didn't have much concern.

Wen Xinze: "Do you want to stay?"

Cheng Jun: "Not bad."

Wen Xinze: "Why?"

Qiu Linhe frowned, and scolded from the side, "What's your tone? How did you talk to Master Chengjun?"

Wen Xinze stood at attention, started again, and asked politely, "Excuse me...can I ask why?"

Cheng Jun approached Wen Xinze, stretched out his hand to poke the Quenling Huamiao lying on the soil in the rice bucket, and asked calmly, "Have you forgotten what I said in the Xianzong Tower?"

Wen Xinze: "You... Which sentence are you referring to?"

Cheng Jun lowered his eyes, and in his long and narrow eyes, the golden eyes still had a cool look, "I said - I don't mind if others owe me anything, but I really mind if others owe me something but I don't remember."

Wen Xinze: "So...?"

Cheng Jun: "So I plan to stay and help you recover your memory."

After Cheng Jun's words fell, the eyes of the three people in the courtyard all fell on Wen Xinze.

"Have you lost your memory?" Qiu Linhe frowned and asked.

"Probably." Wen Xinze glanced at Cheng Jun in front of him, and said vaguely.

Of course there is no amnesia, but if you deny it now, the unreasonable patriarch in front of you may immediately force you to tell the details of the life-saving grace.As for the honest confession - he dared to try to confess to Ye Feiyao that he was a time traveler, but he didn't dare to confess in front of Chengjun.After all, this patriarch had a life-saving friendship with the original owner, and he also had the ability to directly bury him, a lonely ghost.

Wen Xinze was afraid of what the golden-eyed man in front of him would see, so he quickly changed the subject, "Master Cheng Jun lives in this courtyard, so where should I move?"

As mentioned earlier, in order to save money, Xuanqimen has been abandoning some palaces in the villa one after another.Up to now, most of the martial arts villas have been abandoned, and there are only four other courtyards that can live in people.

One is exclusively for the master to live in—that is, the other courtyard where they are currently located.

One belongs to Master Bo Qiu Linhe.

One belongs to the third uncle Shi Qiongyu and her apprentice Ye Feiyao.

One belongs to the second senior brother Lin Fei and the first senior brother.

Now that Chengjun has taken over his head courtyard, he can only move to the other three courtyards.

Judging from the number of people living in the other courtyard, Qiu Lin and that side are the most suitable, but he doesn't want to live with the master who looks exactly like the dean.Shi Qiongyu and Ye Feiyao are both women, so it is not convenient to squeeze because of their gender.The rest is the other courtyard where Lin Fei and the elder brother live. The elder brother is still traveling abroad, so he should be allowed to live for a while.

After Wen Xinze analyzed the wave in his mind, he made a decision without waiting for anyone to answer him.

"Lin Fei, I'll move in with you." After Wen Xinze shouted to Lin Fei who was still standing in the corridor, he turned around and ran towards him with his rice bucket in his hand.

However, as soon as his legs took two steps, he felt the neckline tighten - the back collar was grabbed!

"You live with me." Cheng Jun said calmly.

"You are a guest, there is no reason for you to squeeze into the yard with me." Wen Xinze turned his head and said sincerely.

"Afraid I feel crowded?" Cheng Jun raised his eyebrows.

"Yes."

"Then you can sleep in the yard."

"..." The dog who guards the house is sleeping in the yard!

"The courtyard and the east wing, you choose one." Cheng Jun let go of Wen Xinze's back collar, walked towards the main room, and went to see his new residence.

Wen Xinze looked at Lin Fei asking for help.

"Then I'll just move your quilt to the East Wing, and you'll tidy it up yourself later." After Lin Fei finished speaking, he turned and walked to the East Wing indifferently.

Wen Xinze turned his head and looked at Ye Feiyao sadly.

Sister, didn't you tell me to stay away from Master Chengjun?Then help me figure out a way!

"...cough! Since Master Chengjun said that, you can live here." Ye Feiyao avoided Wen Xinze's eyes asking for help, "Well, remember not to make Master Patriarch angry."

Wen Xinze turned around, and with his last hope, he looked at the stern-faced Qiu Linhe.

Although Qiu Linhe has a severe and cold personality like a teaching director, living with him is only a psychological pressure, but compared to Chengjun Patriarch, who has a disagreement, strikes thunder and twists people's necks, Qiu Linhe seems A little bit amiable.He sincerely hoped that Qiu Linhe could persist in being a principled and upright patriarch, bring himself back, and criticize and educate about the [-] Lingshi gambling debt incident.

"Come here." Qiu Linhe gave him a cold look, then turned and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.

coming!The dean is going to take him away!

Wen Xinze's eyes lit up, and he followed quickly with a bucket in his hand.

Qiu Linhe stood still under the corridor at the entrance of the courtyard, turned around, and stopped his gaze on the rice bucket in Wen Xinze's hands for a moment before saying in a deep voice, "Since Master Chengjun personally confirmed that you have lost your memory, then I'm fine." Very suspicious."

"Yeah." Wen Xinze looked at Qiu Linhe obediently.

"I will find a way to repay the gambling debt you owed before."

"Thank you uncle." Wen Xinze was a little moved.

"But—" Qiu Linhe's tone turned cold, "Regardless of whether you recover your memory or not, if you commit another crime next time, I, as your father's senior brother and your master uncle, will directly abolish your position as head. I will drive you out of the Xuanqi Gate and send you back to the mortal world! Do you remember?"

"remember!"

"That's good." Qiu Linhe said in a slow tone, "You live with Master Chengjun, remember to listen to him carefully, and don't make him angry. He wants to treat your amnesia, and you have to cooperate with him well. .do you know?"

"Huh?" Isn't it?Criticism and education are available, so what if we agree to take him away?

"Hmm, what, huh? It's you who is making Master Chengjun angry, and you are the one who suffers, so you can take care of yourself."

After Qiu Linhe finished speaking, Lin Fei's side also just ended, and he withdrew from the main room.

Qiu Linhe didn't say anything, and quickly left the other courtyard with Lin Fei and Ye Feiyao.

"Snowflakes are fluttering, the north wind is blowing, and the world is vast..." Wen Xinze hummed the BGM for himself, and carrying his heavy rice bucket, turned and walked to the east wing.

Passing by the main room on the way, he glanced inside at the half-open window.

Although the furnishings inside are far from grandeur, they are obviously much more upscale than the one he lived in before.

The patriarch's treatment is good, even though he destroyed a Xianzong building before, he can still enjoy high-standard housing.

"Cut the plum blossoms, stand proudly in the snow, and feel a little cold..." He wasn't envious at all, he was just a little sour.Wen Xinze sang a slightly lemony BGM and continued to walk to the east wing.

Wen Xinze's depressed mood was soothed a little after Ye Feiyao brought dinner in the evening.Because it was delivered with Chengjun's portion, the dinner content was much richer.

At least there is meat!

There are braised pork and roast duck!

He hasn't seen Hun Xing for three days!

It seems that living with Cheng Jun is not all bad.

After Ye Feiyao delivered the food, she left.

Wen Xinze filled a bowl full of rice for himself, and went to help Cheng Junsheng graciously.

In any case, it was thanks to this man that he was able to eat meat so quickly.

"No, I won't eat." Cheng Jun raised his hand and stopped Wen Xinze from helping to serve the meal.

"Should I eat so many dishes by myself?" Wen Xinze took his rice bowl and sat down opposite Cheng Jun, looking reservedly at the braised pork in the middle of the dining table.

"Yes, these dishes belong to you alone." Cheng Jun chuckled, and his tone was somewhat gentle.

Wen Xinze was not surprised that Chengjun didn't eat.

When a cultivator reaches Foundation Establishment, he will be able to bigu.

With Cheng Jun's cultivation level, he naturally made bigu early.

Ye Feiyao brought dinner over because the Xuanqimen couldn't get any spirit meat fairy fruit, so she took these mortal foods to express her affection.

Wen Xinze didn't continue to be polite, he raised his chopsticks and reached for the braised pork in the middle.

As soon as a mouthful of braised pork comes into the mouth, the bitter taste rushes from the taste buds to the brain.

Wen Xinze's face changed, and he wanted to vomit subconsciously.

"Don't spit!" Cheng Jun, who was smiling gently just now, suddenly changed his face, and said coldly, "If you dare to waste my medicine, I will strike you with lightning. This time I won't strike you crookedly, nor will I strike you to death , I will chop you until you are scorched on the outside and tender on the inside."

Wen Xinze twisted his face and glared at Cheng Jun who was opposite him.

"Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!"

"Don't worry, it's not poison, it's a medicine for amnesia."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

"The medicine is too bitter, I don't want to coax you to take it." Cheng Jun took it for granted.

"Woo-" I hate you

"Hurry up and eat." Cheng Jun urged, tapping the table with his fingertips, "Sing me a little song after eating, the song you sang when you passed by my room in the afternoon is very nice."

"Woooooooooooooooo..." You are not human at all...

"There are not many people in the cultivation world who want to be human."

"You are a devil." Wen Xinze swallowed the braised pork in pain.

"What is a demon? A type of demon?"

"..." The mood of your uncle is probably nothing more than that.