Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Cheng Yuzhi talked all kinds of things, and finally persuaded the young master to come down, preventing him from actually committing a patricide scandal.

The young master held his hand behind his back, and sat on the periphery of the hanging curtains.

The shadow of the long hair penetrated through the thin tent, looking a little blurry, and the outline of the handsome nose could barely be seen, which was quite thin.

The young master whispered: "You are right, I shouldn't be impulsive. Now is not the time to do it."

Cheng Yuzhi thought, even if he wanted to be superior and wanted to go crazy, he wouldn't rush out to kill him openly, would he?

"Do you hate him?"

Cheng Yunzhi asked softly, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but was pulled tightly by the other party.

He didn't feel disgusted at all, and felt that the opponent's palm was rough and uncomfortable to hold through a layer of gauze; but the temperature was low, and he wouldn't feel hot after a long time.

The young master: "Hate? Yes, that's right, I hated before."

It was obviously a one-sided relationship, but the young master felt that there were endless words that he wanted to pour out of his throat.

But he barely restrained him, after all, the other party didn't understand him yet.

So he stopped talking, a little embarrassed, and got up to pour oil into the dim candle lamp.

A servant came in from the outside, took a tray, and wanted to deliver it to the person on the bed, but was stopped by his sleeve: "I'll do it."

The servants leave and the door is closed.

The young man who fell from the sky sat halfway inside the curtain, with a faint silhouette reflected.The candle flame flickered, and suddenly, there was a slight movement, which reflected the golden candlelight in the room.

The young master was holding the tray, not daring to approach it.

Seeing that he did not come over, Cheng Yuzhi asked, "What did you bring?"

Young Master: "Porridge."

Cheng Yunzhi went with the flow and said, "Is it for me? Then I..." He stuck his shell, realizing that he couldn't move at all, and he needed to be fed by someone himself.

How is the meridian...

Taking advantage of the trend, he thought of the damaged spiritual veins and internal organs, but now that he couldn't use his spiritual power, he couldn't check his injuries.

Cheng Yuzhi lowered his brows and exhaled in a daze.

As long as there is still a chance, it's okay to fall to Foundation Establishment, but it's just to do it again. He already has experience, but it's easy.

The young master shook, and finally walked to his bed.

It was obviously only two steps away, and it seemed as far away as a long corridor for him.

Cheng Yunzhi suppressed the soreness in his heart, and said with a smile, "Don't you still want to show it to me? It doesn't matter, you put some on, and when I can move later, I'll go eat some."

His voice fell into the young master's ears, causing him to purse his lips, a little unhappy.

Probably to punish himself for being indecisive, the young master quickly opened the curtain with the tray in one hand, sat down on the edge of the bed, picked up the bowl, turned his back to him, and stirred the hot porridge in the bowl.

Only then did Cheng Yunzhi see who he was.

Xiao Cheng: "..."

Xiao Cheng: "..."

A snow-colored robe was embroidered with large patterns of cedar and white cranes, as well as cirrostratus clouds with dark silver threads, which descended from the edge of the cloth and fell to the ground.

His waist is very slender, but his shoulders are broad, and he can fully support the clothes. He has a smooth and not thin body of a young man. At Cheng Yun's hand.

Xiao Cheng blinked in shock, threw away his reserve and politeness, and poked his head to see his face.

The young master turned his face away embarrassingly, only a little bit.

Cheng Yunzhi suddenly realized!

It really is an old acquaintance!

He blurted out; "Xianjun? Why are you here?"

In the middle of the night, when it was supposed to be a quiet time for people to rest, the meeting hall was brightly lit and crowded with people.

The elders of the clan and the managers of all parties are gathering to discuss the affairs at hand.

Doing things is just an old-fashioned way of handling things.

However, the matter brought up by the last person made everyone pause and wake up.

It was to ask the patriarch why he chose that...that woman's son as the next patriarch.

The young master's father was sitting on the main seat, with his hands folded and placed in front of his lips.

He recalled the fuzzy look of the eldest son at the succession ceremony, and the noisy crying with the younger son, and he suddenly felt a headache.

"Everyone," the elder behind him handed out a jade slip, which can record the pictures of the past, and is the prototype of the current communication jade slip. "This is the future that the Patriarch sees."

When everyone took it, they were shocked at a glance.

"This!"

"Mahayana period..."

The people below were discussing a lot, and they also noticed the prominent sect name: Xuantianzong.

Although at this time, it is just a budding sect, and the middle-class sects are still despised by many aristocratic families, no one takes it seriously.

However, if the descendants of the clan can produce Mahayana monks...

"The revitalization of our clan is just around the corner." A certain elder muttered to himself.

Everyone finally understood what the patriarch meant and no longer had any objections.

At most, it was a private discussion about how to win over the young master's loyalty to the clan, after all, he hadn't done a good job of winning over before.

Treasures of heaven and earth...beauties...?

And in the quiet young master's courtyard, the poor young master turned his head and was under Xiao Cheng's scrutiny from bottom to top.

His eyes kept rolling down, and he said, "Don't look at me."

"What is the fairy you mentioned just now...?"

"Tsk tsk," Cheng Yuzhi looked away, it was hard to imagine that in this strange place, he could find such an old acquaintance... Although to some extent, he was not very familiar, "It will be your name from now on."

The young master was surprised, and his eyes fell on him again: "What?" He was genuinely surprised, "Could it be that I will change my name to 'Xianjun' in the future? It is inevitable..."

Cheng Yunzhi made a pop and almost didn't laugh out loud.

That's right, before actually reaching that realm, I'm afraid no one feels confidently that he will be able to reach that unattainable realm.

Smiling, under the slightly nervous eyes of the young master, he still told him seriously.

"In the future, you will break through the Mahayana stage, the only immortal in the cultivation world,"

Cheng Yuzhi told him slowly, "You will have a divine sword named Jie'a, and you will use the sword as your name."

"Say, cut off A Xianjun."

Gu Yan sat on the edge of the bed with burning eyes.

The current Gu Yan is only about the same age as him, in his early twenties, he is a young and energetic young man, and he does not look at all the mature and stable appearance of Jie A Xianjun after entering Mahayana.

As he spoke, Cheng Yuzhi suddenly felt itchy in his throat, coughed involuntarily, frowned, and swallowed the bloody smell in his mouth.

It seems that the injury cannot be delayed.

"You are from the future."

"Yes. Before I fell here, I fought a battle with a hundred or eighty demons and was seriously injured. In the future, there will be a large number of Xianjun adults. Please invite a doctor for me, okay?"

Cheng Yuzhi smiled, Gu Yan frowned immediately, and his tone became more serious: "One hundred and eighty?!"

He got up, broke in from outside the house after a while, and came in with a doctor in his hand.

Poor old doctor Goatbeard, just after he fell asleep, his head was lifted by someone, and he landed in this courtyard at a fast speed all the way.

Originally, I wanted to say, you son of a bitch, just watch ass, I won’t do it!

Take a look, hey, the new young master.

I can't afford it, just hide and go.

Now he couldn't avoid it, so he had to roll on the spot, barely managed to land, staggered a few steps behind the threshold, and successfully rushed into the house.

He said with a bitter face: "Hey, young master, what are you doing..."

Gu Yan stepped in from the outside of the house, snow-white sleeves fluttering, completely domineering.

He helped Cheng Yunzhi up and motioned for the doctor to diagnose and treat him.

Xiao Cheng Guangjie's wrists were exposed, and the doctor took his pulse, and the doctor's pulse was tapped, and the goatee doctor's two faint horizontal eyebrows were wrinkled together and could not be stretched.

"This!"

Doctor Goatee has never seen such a pulse!

What's the difference between this and a dying person?

He spoke quickly and said, "Isn't this about to die..."

But Gu Yan grabbed his neck with one hand and lifted him straight up.

Cheng Yunzhi said urgently: "He is innocent! Gu Yan, let him down!"

This anxiety caused the blood to surge up, get stuck in the throat, and cough crazily.

Every time he coughed, his face turned paler. After a beautiful little Cheng, he was finally able to move his hands and feet, but he curled himself up first to resist the pain all over his body.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the doctor screamed, "Quick! Put me down! He's almost out of breath!"

Before he finished speaking, Gu Yan let go of his hand suddenly, and made a seal gesture, intending to transfer his spiritual power to Cheng Yunzhi to help him recover.

The doctor couldn't stop him in time, and watched as the hand slapped Cheng Yunzhi's back, which made him startled and spurted blood.

"That's it!"

This time, the young young master beside the bed was like a wooden man whose head was being lifted, and he didn't dare to move at all.

The doctor turned his neck and rushed over in a hurry.

Push the person who is in the way to the side first, hold on to a gentle spiritual force, go down from Cheng Yuzhi's chest, straighten out his breathing and calm his blood.

While massaging, he complained angrily: "His meridians are almost broken, and you still want to infuse him with spiritual power? Ah?! How did you become a young master? Warriors only have muscles when fighting?"

"He..." The young master's voice was as light as a goose feather, and Cheng Yunzhi couldn't hear it clearly, "...how is he?"

"God descends to earth..."

"Maybe there's still some help..."

"Look," the doctor's spiritual power circled around Cheng Yunzhi's dantian, and something was faintly revealed, "This is his Nascent Soul, this is his golden elixir, they all died like ghosts! Dan connects to Dantian, Yuanying connects to Zifu, it's not bad if you don't become mentally handicapped!"

A voice was firm: "Can he survive?"

The doctor pondered for a moment, and said: "You should be able to live, but for the rest of your life, it is probably no different from being disabled, especially in this world of self-cultivation."

Having said that, he sighed heavily.

"However, I don't think I can keep my cultivation base. It's good to be an ordinary person."

He suddenly remembered: "Wait, if you go to the 'Brown Feather Doctor', maybe you can keep his cultivation."

Gu Yan nodded, watching the doctor open the medicine box and write some prescriptions on the paper to save his life.

Cheng Yunzhi heard the voice of his subordinates taking orders and leaving in a hurry;

I also heard the doctor shaking his head and sighing, saying that he was young and talented, but it was a pity that he was almost ruined.

Finally, before he fell asleep, he heard the sound of the young master kneeling beside his bed, holding onto his hand.

Cheng Yuzhi thought in his heart, don't you Xianjun, we just met, how can we have such true feelings, you make Xiao Cheng panic.

Suddenly, I heard water drops pattering down.

The author has something to say:

Let him recuperate under Xianjun's nose [close palms together]