Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Cheng Yuzhi packed his luggage and put it in a mustard bag.

Now, the whole body is very relaxed, without any burden, and it is convenient to go anywhere.

He straightened his robe, carefully smoothed out the row of small golden tassels on the neckline, and hung them down docilely.

Gu Yan didn't have much luggage, or rather, he didn't bring any luggage to go out at all, and stood beside him empty-handed, obediently waiting for Cheng Yunzhi to tidy up his things.

Cheng Yunzhi sighed: "It's still convenient to use a mustard bag, but it's a pity that ordinary people don't need such a magic weapon."

Gu Yan: "They have their own ways of mortals."

While talking, they went downstairs and checked out the guest room.

Xiao Er enthusiastically sent them out, and when the two were standing at the door, Cheng Yunzhi proposed to say goodbye to his old friend.

The weather was occasionally a bit stuffy, Cheng Yunzhi took out his folding fan from nowhere and fanned himself to cool off.

He thought for a while, and seemed to be talking casually: "When I first met him, he was squatting on the ground and crying. He is a person who wants to pass on the dough making skills and repay Master's kindness. Unfortunately, no one bought his dough making at that time. And there are no apprentices who come to carry forward this craft."

Gu Yan: "So, you helped him?"

Cheng Yuzhi said lazily: "I told him, that's because your face has no story, and everyone likes a person with a story, and the face is no exception. I have nothing to do, so I made up some stories for him. It's pretty good, everyone likes it, and his business has improved."

Gu Yan: "Then why did you choose Jie'a Xianjun instead of other Taoist monarchs?"

Cheng Yunzhi: "...haha."

It can't be said that Jie A Xianjun is the most beautiful one among the powerful, right?

He was a little embarrassed, scratched his chin, and quickly regained his composure, as if he wasn't the one who was embarrassed just now.

Cheng Yunzhi said: "The fairy is good, the name is good, and the story is good. Tell him that he is a god who descends to earth, cuts melons and vegetables to kill the villain, and saves the people in a place; Handsome and beautiful, I would like it too."

Gu Yan said softly: "As long as you like it."

Cheng Yunzhi: "I like...huh?"

Young Master Xueyi seemed to have never opened his mouth, nor did he say anything strange.

He looked back with a happy expression, and said: "There is a stable over there, do you like to ride a horse or a carriage?"

Cheng Yunzhi was suspicious: "I think there is something wrong with you. Let's take the carriage."

Gu Yan smiled and said, "Then the carriage."

Coming to the door of the black skinny face trafficker's house again, Cheng Yuzhi put away the folding fan and pushed open the wooden door of his house.

The wooden boards made a slight friction sound, and the people inside followed the sound and looked out with surprise on their faces.

"Brother Cheng!"

Running out was the businessman's wife, with a cloth strip wrapped around her forehead, she looked pale and weak, but she was in good spirits.

Panting, she ran to Cheng Yuzhi, and was supported by the young man.

Cheng Yunzhi's expression was gentle: "Sister-in-law, I'm here to find brother."

The woman wrapped her outer robe and yelled inside: "Old Wang, brother Cheng is looking for you!"

The noodle trafficker rushed out from the inside in a hurry, followed by a series of half-sized radish heads, chirping and rushing over from the backyard like birds, each hand was stained with white flour mud.

"Meteor!"

Cheng Yunzhi clasped his hands: "I've been bothering you a lot these days, it's getting late, I should leave too."

The human trafficker said: "Your idea is never wrong. But when you come to Chenghua in the future, remember to come and see us."

Cheng Yunzhi smiled all over his face: "Naturally."

His gaze shifted to Gu Yan behind him, a little surprised: "Isn't this the guest who came to buy noodles last time?"

Cheng Yunzhi smiled and said, "Exactly. He is an old friend of mine, I didn't recognize him last time."

The group of radish heads surrounded Cheng Yunzhi and grabbed the hem of his coat: "Brother who speaks, are you going out?"

"Yes, I should go to other places to broaden my horizons and learn more."

"I want to go too!"

"I want to learn to speak from my brother!"

Cheng Yuzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What's so easy to learn, you guys just study hard."

He handed over the book he had written in his hand to the human trafficker. This was a version he had finished a long time ago, and it only described Jie A Xianjun's heroic deeds.

Those beauties and blue faces who are messy and invisible, were all torn off by him and integrated into the "Outside Biography", intending to add an anonymity back and cast them quietly.

The young man laughed loudly: "Then I'm leaving, and when I come back, you can treat me to roast chicken again!"

The carriage drove away, leaving a group of people watching behind.

On the Suburban Avenue, a carriage wobbled.

Cheng Yuzhi originally planned that the two of them would take turns driving, but Gu Yan insisted, so he let go and let him drive alone.

Who would have thought that Daoist Yuanying's driving skills are no different from ordinary people.

Even the car nearly overturned twice on the way, and finally Cheng Yunzhi drove him into the car.

Gu Yan stuck out her head innocently: "Yuzhi, I have learned."

Cheng Yuzhi shoved the rein into his hand neatly, and within half a cup of tea, the horse neighed and almost galloped.

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

"Gu Daojun, go in and wait for you,"

Cheng Yuzhi smiled at him, even if the smile was fake, "I can already see the city gate, I don't want to make a joke where people turn their backs on their backs at the gate."

As he spoke, a towering city wall appeared on the horizon, and the word "Changjin" was clearly visible on the plaque.

Cheng Yuzhi's eyes showed nostalgia, he drove the carriage to a shaded place, and stopped.

Gu Yan opened the curtain and sat next to him: "Changjin. I have some impression of this place name, it seems that Yuzhi told me about it."

Cheng Yunzhi said softly: "Ah, I also remember saying that."

He paused, "Actually, I originally wanted to go to a new place, but after thinking about it, I always felt that I should come back and have a look."

Gu Yan turned to look at him: "Is this Yunzhi's hometown?"

Cheng Yuzhi nodded lightly: "It is."

The carriage that had stopped for a while came driving again, and Gu Lulu drove forward.

It turned out that it was Gu Yan who took the reins from him, imitating Cheng Yunzhi's driving posture, and let the horse walk again.

Accompanied by the sound of the wagon wheels rolling over the gravel on the ground, Cheng Yuzhi stretched his waist and stretched himself lazily. Seeing that Gu Yan was basically holding hands, he got into the carriage and took a nap.

Before resting, he tapped on the wooden frame of the carriage to remind the young gentleman: "When you enter the city, remember to wake me up."

However, Gu Yan let him go and let him fall asleep.

After sleeping for an hour, Cheng Yuzhi woke up naturally.

Before he got out of the carriage, he was immediately taken aback by the bustling town.

Still looking around, his eyes are bright: "How long has it been! Has it turned into this look!"

Gu Yan reminded him: "We should go to the accommodation."

Cheng Yuzhi stopped him: "Don't, don't, what kind of lodging is it? It's not a waste of money. I have my own house in Changjin! Quick, go this way!"

Fortunately, the general layout of Changjin has not changed much, and Cheng Yuzhi can barely recognize the way.

The carriage drove over the flat bluestone slab, raised slightly, and drove onto a long and wide stone bridge. Cheng Yuzhi lifted the curtain and put his hand on Gu Yan's shoulder.

"Look!" He was in high spirits, his eyes sparkling, "That's my house."

The carriage drove past a field of green willows and peach blossoms, and it suddenly became clear that an exquisite and small house appeared at the end of the street.

It looks old but not dilapidated, with blue tiles and white walls, exquisite and impressive raised cornices, and a rusty lock on the wide wooden door, indicating that its owner has not returned for a long time.

Cheng Yuzhi parked the carriage at a nearby stable, stepped forward and unlocked it.

With a click, a long-suffering smell of dust and dust came to the face.

Mr. Cheng obviously forgot about this incident.

He covered his nose with his hands in a daze, completely forgetting that a house that has been neglected for a long time will become like this.He reluctantly pushed the wooden door open with one finger, and stood in the front yard of the house.

It can be seen that the house has been well taken care of, and the lawn potted plants on both sides are carefully designed and placed.

It's just that it's been a long time, and now they are almost withered.

Cheng Yunzhi couldn't bear it any longer, and took a few steps back: "No, there is too much dust, and my nose will suffer. Ah Yan, let's go to the inn today."

Gu Yan didn't reply for a while.

His eyes fell on the door and window not far away, and a very curious and eager to explore expression almost came from him.

Cheng Yuzhi followed his line of sight, it was the master bedroom, where he lived, there was nothing strange about it.

"The cleaning technique is estimated to last for one or two hours, which is really not worthwhile. Let's stay at the hotel first, and I will find someone to clean it later..."

Gu Yan finally came back to his senses, and said: "I will clean for Yunzhi, it won't take an hour or two."

Cheng Yuzhi: "Yes, yes, Gu Daojun, Yuanying's cleaning technique is definitely not in the same order as mine... huh?!"

Gu Yan calmly closed the door, and now, only the two of them were left in the old house.

Only then did Cheng Yunzhi realize that Daoist Yuan Ying cast a cleansing technique, probably just moving his fingers.

The spiritual power gathered like a stream and condensed on Gu Yan's fingertips.

Even if Cheng Yuzhi didn't turn on his spirit vision, he could still feel the warm and watery spiritual power radiating from his fingertips. It only took half a cup of tea to transform the whole house into a new look.

Even the green plants around his feet have regained their vitality and become vigorous.

but……

Cheng Yunzhi's confusion: Does cleansing have this effect?

It didn't matter whether it was there or not, he leaped to the railing in surprise, and touched the smooth surface.

He said happily: "I have never seen a large-scale cleaning technique, it is almost worth the work of several people!"

He looked back, and Gu Yan had already entered the room where he lived in a natural manner.

Young Master Xueyi stood at the door, pushed the door and left, as if he was entering his own home, without any hesitation at all.

After Cheng Yuzhi strolled outside, he came in and found that the master bedroom had a completely new look.

He pretended to do a few tricks, cleaned the dust in the corner, and sat cross-legged lazily on... the bare plank bed.

There is no way, all the previous belongings have been taken away by him, even if it is the master bedroom, it has to be in a state of utter desolation.

Cheng Yunzhi looked around and calculated with his fingers: "We still need a set of tables and chairs, two sets of bedding, a set of tea sets, and a cabinet for storing items. In total, we need..."

Gu Yan said softly, "I don't need anything."

Cheng Yunzhi looked at him and laughed, lazily said: "Young Master Gu, this is not a retreat for monks, we are living the lives of ordinary people. It seems trivial, but if it is gone, it will be too much to suffer."

"I know."

After Gu Yan finished speaking, he handed over a ring.

It seems plain and simple, with no patterns at all.

Cheng Yu tossed it up and down, not caring: "The Qiankun Ring?"

It is a kind of space storage similar to a mustard bag. It was very popular in the past few years, so it is expensive. Even if the storage space is not much different, the price is several times more expensive than the mustard bag.

He clicked his tongue: "This thing can buy seven or eight bags of mustard seeds."

It's not that Cheng Yuzhi has never seen the Qiankun Ring, he originally only regarded this plain ring ring as an ordinary and rare thing.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the divine consciousness was penetrated, he was so frightened by the dazzling light that his expression was in a daze.

Here, Huayun Brocade; here, a table with layers of ice;

This is not an ordinary Qiankun Ring, this is clearly a rare treasure house in the world, it is treasured and then carefully presented.

The young man in snow clothes smiled, the corners of his eyes and brows were stained with smiles, like thin winter ice that had just melted and dripped from the leaves.

"Yuzhi, if you drop a little blood, it will be yours."

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It's Thursday, it's on the list, it will be updated with the list this week, and there will be around five updates next Thursday

In terms of update time, it is fixed at [-] o'clock in the evening. If there is no update at [-] o'clock, there will be no new chapters by default that day

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