Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

When Cheng Yu woke up, he still felt that the shock in his heart had not dissipated, and his eyes were hazy, as if something was about to happen today.

He subconsciously sat up and practiced with his legs crossed, and found that the meridians were still the same as before, and his hair fell heavily under the pressure of the stone-like spiritual force.

He sighed inaudibly, turned his head to look at the edge of the bed, there was a little boy lying on his stomach, sleeping peacefully.

Cheng Yuzhi smiled, leaned over deliberately, and poked the tip of the boy's nose with a lock of his hair.

Fengche pursed her lips, seeming to be itchy, turned her face away, turned over, and wrapped her arms around his wrist.

The untied knot on his head was wobbling to and fro, like a fluffy ball, making Cheng Yun's hands itchy.

At this time in the past, he must have reached out to greet him.

However, last night, Fengche accompanied him to try the trick for a long time, and was lucky to help him open up the meridians and recover his spiritual power as soon as possible. He tossed and tossed until midnight. If he wanted to wake up so early today, Xiaotong would definitely have two black circles right now.

Mr. Cheng lifted the quilt by himself, got out of bed, picked up the child, and put him on the bed.

Sure enough, he was exhausted, with such a big movement, he was still snoring in his arms.

Cheng Yuzhi endured and endured, and greeted him lightly on the head, then picked up the long sword beside the table, and went outside the courtyard.

At this time, the sky has not yet turned pale.

The bamboo forest was rustling, and there was an inexplicable silence, and the bamboo leaves all over the forest were silently hanging down, making no unnecessary noise.

Cheng Yunzhi silently drew out his long sword, turned over the blade of the sword casually, and stabbed forward.

The sword energy flew out, and the same reaction force also acted on him, causing Cheng Yu's tiger's mouth to go numb, and he almost couldn't hold the sword.

If he was still in the body of the Nascent Soul, this reaction force would be like a drizzle; however, he fell into the foundation building, and now he has a little bit of spiritual power and can't move, no different from ordinary people.

Last night, he tried the same way, but was stopped by Fengche.

The little boy had a straight face, but tears still flowed from the corners of his eyes involuntarily, tearfully.

"In short," he said, "if your injury is not healed, don't use your spiritual power first, okay?"

Seeing him being wounded by the sword energy, Feng Che tugged at his sleeve, wishing he could pounce on the sword in Cheng Yuzhi's hand and melt it piece by piece so that it would not hurt him.

Cheng Yunzhi remained silent and tried the previous few sword moves.

If it was him before, he would have done it at his fingertips, but this time...

Thinking of this, Cheng Yunzhi suddenly felt a little confused, not knowing what to do next.

He has no cultivation base and is a loner, so he can go anywhere.

No one would expect him to continue to walk down the road, even if he encounters joyful things, no one can share them.

No, senior brother is still a ghost.

Cheng Yuzhi raised the long sword, and the smooth sword surface scratched the silver marks, reflecting his reflection and his foggy eyes.

Raise the realm, kill the ghosts, and rescue his senior brother.

Even if he is a demon cultivator, then their brothers and sisters will live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and they will naturally have nothing to do evil, and naturally "not become a demon".

Thinking of this, Daoxiu felt a little shaky, pointing down with his long sword to support himself.

There is no hope of restoring his cultivation base, but can he still save people?

Wishful thinking.

He picked up his long sword again and swiped the bamboo in front of him. It was not considered a thick bamboo pole, but it took several blows before it could barely be cut.

A bamboo leaf rustled down and passed in front of him.

Cheng Yun then took a step back, but did not hear the sound of someone's footsteps.

Following the movement, Fengche stumbled to find the bamboo forest, waved away the cover of the vegetation, and saw Cheng Yunzhi's tall body standing in the middle of the bamboo forest, with his long hair hanging down smoothly, his back facing him.

He was just about to call out, but saw him earnestly wielding the sword, honing his basic skills since he was a child.

Swing, chop, chop, stab...

There are no fancy sword moves, only the basic skills of the world's sword cultivators.

When Cheng Yunzhi heard someone coming from behind, he retracted his sword and turned around, with a smile on his face immediately: "Windmill!"

The little boy walked forward with a straight face, and also took out the long sword from his Qiankun bag.

He said loudly and earnestly: "In other words, what's the point of practicing sword alone, I will practice with you!"

Cheng Yun was stunned, and said with a smile: "No need. Children, go home and sleep more, sleep more to grow taller."

Smiling, he bent down and compared the height of himself and Fengche: "Here, if you don't sleep much, what will you do if you are always so tall?"

Fengche thought to himself, since he was born, he couldn't grow any taller, so he didn't need to sleep to grow taller.

He said: "Zhizhi is the one who just went to sleep, and is getting up now. Zhizhi should go back to sleep."

The smile on Cheng Yuzhi's face gradually faded, and he sighed softly, "I just had a nightmare and couldn't sleep."

Fengche wondered: "Nightmare?"

Beautiful Daoxiu thought for a while, but was also a little confused, he couldn't understand the meaning of the dream.

Seeing the little boy staring at him, thinking that Fengche also wanted to hear his story, he said tolerantly: "Okay, let me think about it later."

He narrated the contents of the dream one by one, and roughly the center of the contents was actually this young master, the future immortal.

He saw through the world of mortals and ascended to immortality.

However, in the Heavenly Court, he couldn't find the person he liked soaring, so he couldn't help feeling frustrated.

Fengche was silent for a moment, thinking, Zhizhi has always been a mortal, where did he get the ascension?

Cheng Yuzhi continued, the young master stepped down from the mortal world and sat on the top of the mountain, his body turned into snow, covering the entire mountain.

When he fell into a deep sleep, a small flower grew in the coldest place on the peak.

A very beautiful little flower, but it is an ordinary mortal flower, unable to withstand the biting cold, and unexpectedly how it blooms.

Immediately, it fades away.

The young master calms down the cold, but the flowers are already withered.

He sat for a day and a night, and finally threw the seeds of Fanhua to the ground, and finally, a small sea of ​​flowers grew.

"Sounds like a happy ending," Windmill comforted him, even more strange, "Why do you say it's a nightmare?"

Cheng Yuzhi sighed: "Because in the dream, I was that flower."

I was frozen to death!

Could this be a nightmare!

Seeing the beautiful Taoist clasping his palms together, he babbled, nothing more than thinking, hoping that the fairy would not turn into snow and freeze him to death like in his dream.

Windmill pouted, luckily he thought it was a terrible nightmare.

"Don't think too much," said the little boy, grabbing the hem of his clothes awkwardly, "Let's go back to the house and cook something for him. It's quite cold outside."

Cheng Yuzhi retracted the sword and said, "Okay."

I don't think much about it.

Before stepping into the house, Fengche grabbed his sleeve and asked Cheng Yunzhi to lower his head, and Cheng Yunzhi obediently obeyed.

He only heard the little boy say in his ear: "Don't worry, Xianjun will cure it."

After more than a month, Gu Yan's class teacher returned to the court, causing a sensation.

The golden-winged roc landed at the gate of the city, and the air current it created was enough to overturn an adult.

Its long wings hang down, allowing the ascetics to step down from the body in an orderly manner.

What shocked people was not how many resources they got.

The Gu family has always won and lost, and it doesn't have much influence on ordinary family members, although the things brought back this time are indeed much more than before.

They found that the family members who were casually respecting the young master when they went out became afraid.

Although I didn't talk much about the young master, I would always take a sneak peek and take it back occasionally.

And the young master stood alone on the city, overlooking the city, not far away the golden sunset fell into the edge of the city, and the countless buildings in the distance in front of him were also covered with the last layer of bright golden.

"He was still a Nascent Soul before..."

"I heard that I was promoted, just this month..."

"God!" Someone clicked his tongue, "How long has it been? God can't catch up with the food so fast, right?!"

The crowd walked to the depths of the city, even the young master, who disappeared into the deep alley and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Soon, he appeared under the family hall, looked up at the two or three scattered brown-feathered geese on the hall, and lowered his head into the hall.

Sure enough, he saw the Patriarch standing in the hall waiting for him.

After paying homage to many tablets in the main hall, his father asked him, "Have you gained anything?"

The young master thought for a while and said naturally: "Yes."

The father was slightly satisfied, smiled, and turned around: "You must have gained a lot."

Young Master: "Yes."

Patriarch: "..." You are talking about what you have gained.

Only then did the young master slowly say: "I was inspired by the way of heaven when I went this time."

Gu Yan lowered his eyelids, and his eyes did not know where they fell: "Want me...to stay away from this mundane world."

Patriarch was startled, and said: "But in this clan, you have to worry about it, how can you leave."

He slowly walked back to his courtyard. At the gate of the courtyard, he heard the sound of sword energy breaking through the air.

Immediately afterwards, the bamboo grove protruding from the sharp eaves fell down like a stubble felled with a sickle.

There was such a big movement, it should be his beautiful Daoxiu practicing sword inside.

That's right, it's more than a month, he should have almost recovered.

Just as Gu Yan was about to push the door, he saw a little boy not far away with a basket in his hand. His short hair was tied into tufts, and he was running wildly in the wind. The tufts were like flames swaying in the wind, staggering to and fro.

"That's it!"

The little boy rushed to the door, and suddenly saw a man wearing the young master's fine attire, with long hair tied up, standing at the door and staring at the hanging plaque, he couldn't help but raised his brows and put his hands on his hips angrily: "You still know how to come back!"

After finishing speaking, he no longer cared about him, pushed open the door and shouted loudly: "Stop it!"

At this time, there was no movement in the bamboo forest, as if someone had sneaked away, trying their best to avoid being noticed for their small actions.

The little boy seemed to be very proficient at this, he walked into the house with ease, and caught a little Cheng who was only wearing unlined clothes from the bedroom.

Xiao Cheng said innocently: "Finche, I'm taking a nap."

The boy glared at him with a straight face: "I even saw the movement!"

Hey, it's quite unlucky, because the sword energy was discovered when it was crooked.

Xiao Cheng seemed innocent: "Look at me, I don't have a coat or shoes on. How could it be that I'm practicing swordsmanship? Maybe it's a thief from somewhere..."

The windmill looked even more angry: "Would the thief put mud and bamboo leaves on your coat!"

Cheng Yunzhi: "..." Admittedly.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry to comfort the little boy, and he responded skillfully by the way: "Okay, I know, I won't do it next time... This little secret is just for us to know, don't tell Xianjun, okay?"

Xiaotong frowned fiercely, turned around and said loudly: "He still wants to get away with it!"

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."

I saw a foot stepping over the threshold, the visitor's eyebrows were like a distant mountain, his long sleeves brushed past, and his girdle was slightly tight.Broad shoulders and narrow waist, that's what he remembered.

It's not in January, it's clearer and colder.

Gu Yan: "Well, what have you been doing during this time?"

The little boy said loudly: "He forcibly used his spiritual power to practice the sword, and his meridian has been contused. If he continues to practice, he will go crazy!"