Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

When Cheng Yun woke up, he saw Gu Yan sitting on the head of his bed, with a careless expression, playing with the new gadgets he had just acquired.

He didn't seem to be very satisfied with the thing in his hands. After staring at it for a long time, he closed his eyes wearily.

Cheng Yuzhi lazily turned over, and he was already defenseless against him.

Casually said: "Xianjun, what are you holding in your hand?"

Gu Yan unhurriedly hid the things in his hand behind his back, although Cheng Yuzhi did not see it, but he still made him laugh.

Xiao Cheng lazily said, "You won't show me?"

Gu Yan said: "A gift for you, but the craftsmanship is not very good."

Cheng Yuzhi raised his face, glanced at his face, and said with a smile, "No problem. As long as it's a gift, it doesn't matter whether it's good or bad."

There was no other way, Gu Yan took out the thing from behind and handed it to Cheng Yuzhi.

Cheng Yuzhi got up from the bed, received it in his hand, and was startled.

It's a wooden statue, his little statue.

The face that belonged exclusively to Cheng Yuzhi was a little fuzzy, as if the sculptor was very unfamiliar and didn't know the art of carving, so he managed to carve out some charm, and the rest would be left alone.

However, if someone has the heart to look, he can still recognize it at a glance. This is him, Cheng Yunzhi.

Cheng Yuzhi held the small statue in his palm as a treasure, until the surface of the wood was a little warm, and then reluctantly sent it away, touching the rough lines on it.

Gu Yan polished it very well, even if you hold it whole, you can't feel the roughness of the wood chips, it must be the result of careful polishing.

"It's beautiful." Cheng Yuzhi admired it sincerely.

Gu Yan shook his head: "It's far away."

He thought of last night, the noodle vendor who was abducted by him from the street, tremblingly, made a noodle face all night according to the portrait, but the eyebrows and eyes were still not what he wanted. The one you want.

So he threw the man out, found a good piece of wood, and carved it carefully.

He engraved quickly and slowly, impatiently and cautiously.

It was fast because it was almost dawn, and Cheng Yuzhi was about to wake up.

The slow thing is that this gift cannot be missed, and the details must be carefully crafted.

Impatient again, thinking, what would Xiao Cheng's reaction be when he saw it?

Cautiously, sighed lightly, hoping she wasn't still angry with him.

This person is calm now, but he can't remember at all. Three hours ago, the peddler was thrown out by him, and he gave a bag of spirit stones as compensation.

He was holding the spirit stone in a daze, with a black circle on his face.

Suddenly reacted, and shouted at him fiercely: "If you have the ability, do it yourself!"

Also, the gift for Xiao Cheng must not be someone else's handwriting.

Cheng Yuzhi looked at the small portrait over and over again, feeling quite relieved.

It must be that Gu Yan knew about his mistakes, how could he lock people in the house and not let them go out...

Just as he was talking, Gu Yan said: "I'll go see if the chicken soup in the kitchen is ready, you lie down for a while, don't worry about getting up." As he spoke, he left the bedroom and sealed the barrier again, leaving no gap .

Still worried, he chose to lock Xiao Cheng in the room.

A small head poked out from under the bed. Those who knew knew that he had quietly opened the barrier to come in. Those who didn't know thought he was hiding under the bed.

Cheng Yunzhi beckoned, the boy came over and looked at him seriously, making Cheng Yunzhi puzzled.

Before he could speak, Fengche climbed onto the bed first, lay obediently beside his pillow, and asked, "Well, I'll feed you chicken soup later. The master chose a good spirit chicken, which needs to be boiled for thirty hours , to cook the best chicken soup.”

When Cheng Yun heard it, he immediately forgot what he wanted to say, his scalp was numb, and he quickly refused: "I still have my hand, I can drink it myself, don't worry about the windmill."

He remembered something, got out of bed, looked around, but didn't see his long sword.

It must have been taken away by Gu Yan, I don't know where it went.

He thought for a while, and said: "Since Xianjun gave me a gift, Cheng should also return the gift."

Windmill also got out of bed and followed behind, like his inseparable little tail.

He was extraordinarily confident: "Why did you send him off?"

Cheng Yuzhi smiled, turned around and patted his head, and tugged the boy's.

The little boy couldn't hold back his face, and rushed forward to tickle him angrily, and the two immediately rolled into a ball.

"People are so sophisticated, it's always like this, you come and go." Cheng Yunzhi explained.

Fengche froze, he thought for a moment, and asked: "Then what's the situation, why don't you come and go?"

Cheng Yunzhi: "Thick-skinned!"

Meal time is undoubtedly Cheng Yunzhi's favorite time.

Before Gu Yan came to the table, Xiao Cheng and Feng Che boasted, saying that in his life, what he loves the most is eating, not the taste of them, but a kind of smoke.

Fengche was fascinated by the sound, and the chopsticks in his hand almost fell to the ground: "Fireworks, what is that?"

As a spiritual doll who has been immersed in the world of cultivating immortals since birth, she naturally doesn't know what fireworks are.

Cheng Yuzhi didn't know how to describe it: "It's just a feeling that you really live in this world."

Windmill: "But I'm still alive?"

Cheng Yunzhi scratched his chin, not knowing how to explain it.

It happened that someone came in through the door, holding a bowl of chicken soup, and placed it on their table respectfully, while Gu Yan walked out from behind them and sat down in front of the table.

Fengche carefully stirred the chicken soup with a large spoon, and cut the most delicious chicken wings and legs from the spirit chicken. The little boy laughed happily, and put the things into the bowl of Chengyun.

Finally, pour a spoonful of golden chicken soup to whet your appetite.

Mr. Cheng's eyes were almost straight, he pretended to put his hands together and said: "Then I will not be polite."

After all, eat and drink happily with the windmill.

Gu Yan sat across the table, watching them eat and drink without saying a word, and he didn't eat either.

Cheng Yuzhi came back to his senses and signaled him: "Young master, it's time to eat."

Gu Yan shook his head: "You guys eat."

Windmill came over cautiously, and whispered in his ear: "Master Lan has sealed people with bigu, and I won't eat from now on."

Cheng Yun was stunned, you know, they had dinner together some time ago, why now, when they say bigu, they say bigu?

He put down his chopsticks, hesitantly: "It's because..."

The person on the opposite side paused, and interrupted his words: "No reason, don't think too much, just. My realm has improved, and eating ordinary food will not benefit my cultivation, so I decided to stop."

But, Xianjun!

Are you so young that you decide to give up food, one of the three good things in the world? !

Xiao Cheng felt that no matter where he ended up, he would pack food, beautiful scenery, and beauties into his pockets, and he didn't want to give up any of them.

However, if it is for the sake of cultivating the Tao, it is indeed understandable to pursue the Supreme Dao.

He said vaguely, "Okay."

Then he sank down, took a sip of the soup in the bowl, narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and even the little boy let out a satisfied whine.

In the afternoon, Gu Yan said again that he had to go out.

At this stage, the family has many important matters that require him to come forward, and he cannot be shirked.

Cheng Yunzhi didn't care, since Gu Yan came back from the battle for resources, he was busy like a spinning top, not even in the yard at night.

And the outside world began to spread the reputation of his young master.

What, the young master of the Gu family took another piece of land today, which has a spiritual mountain and two mines!

What, the young master of the Gu family took back the land taken by the family after the defeat of the army today, a total of four villages with two hundred people!

What, he chopped up Moxiu's den today like melons and vegetables, and came out safe and sound!

Fengche would bring a tabloid to Cheng Yunzhi every day. It used to record that "the flowers by the lake are blooming, and the brown-feathered geese are here." , won a complete victory, and triumphed in front of the city gate.

Seeing them, the two became confused, wondering if they were talking about the young patron banquet who watched them drink chicken soup slowly.

"This is too different," Cheng Yuzhi pondered, "He acts completely differently from before. Is this a state of being controlled by a demon?"

Fengche spread his hands honestly: "In fact, Xianjun has been suppressing the inner demons since then, but he has not solved it. Therefore, I don't know what kind of existence the inner demons really are."

Cheng Yuzhi stretched out a finger and poked his forehead.

Xiaotong hugged his head and covered his forehead in grievance, and heard Xiao Cheng say viciously: "What's the use of keeping you."

Windmill shouted: "Leave me to feed you chicken soup!"

At night, Gu Yan left the bedroom again without a trace, and he didn't know where he went.

Fengche slept on the couch in the cubicle, biting his thumb, sleeping soundly with his legs curled up, but he didn't hear Gu Yan go out at all.

And Cheng Yuzhi opened his sober eyes, lifted the thin blanket on his body, jumped out of bed as quickly as a cat, put on his shoes, and didn't even have time to put on his coat, and followed the direction Gu Yan left run.

There was no one at the door, only a small black spot that could barely be seen in the sky in the distance.

Cheng Yuzhi used the method taught to him by the windmill to undo the barrier, mobilize the little spiritual power left, and drew his sword to stand up.

The wind at night was bitter, and Cheng Yunzhi's ears were buzzing, the heat from his body was blown away, and his body surface temperature dropped little by little.

I couldn't help feeling a little regretful, I should have put on a coat before I came out.

Stepping on the long sword, he also went up against the sky, chasing after Gu Yan.

There is not much spiritual power available in the meridians, in order to prevent people from catching up, he fell from the sky first, and Xiao Cheng wisely chose to fly at a low altitude.

Once unable to support, immediately land on the ground to restore spiritual power.

He followed Gu Yan all the way to the north, shuttled away from the family territory, stepped through the mortal city, found a deserted dry mountain in the dim shadow behind the bright lights, and sat down quietly.

The man neither rested nor practiced, his eyes were calm, watching the bustling city below his feet.

Forget about me.

It almost blends into the sky on the top of the mountain, and becomes a fairy.

Cheng Yunzhi Yujian followed him from afar, and found that his spiritual power couldn't support him, so his feet were empty and he landed rapidly.

Unexpectedly, the person at the top of the peak glanced at him, flicked his sleeves lightly, and brought him up completely.

Even though Xiao Cheng knew that he would not die if he fell from this height, he was still so frightened that his soul almost flew out of his throat.

Being brought to Gu Yan's side, the young master sat down with him comfortingly, and patted Cheng Yuzhi's back.

Cheng Yunzhi said indiscriminately: "I'm sorry, sorry, I haven't used a sword much before, I won't do it next time, absolutely not..."

The night wind was very cold, Gu Yan didn't say anything, took off his outer robe and put it on him.

However, even though he reacted quickly, Xiao Cheng, who had been raised all the time, sneezed violently.

After being rubbed on the back of her neck soothingly, the temperature of Gu Yan's palm was very hot, as if it had been warmed up with spiritual power on purpose, and when it was attached to the flesh, there was a subtle feeling of ironing.

Gu Yan said: "Why don't you sleep well and come here?"

Cheng Yunzhi looked at him in confusion with a nasal voice.

He said vaguely: "You have talked very little these days, and you don't eat at the same table with us. I called you to play chess together during the day, and you didn't come."

"Xianjun, what's wrong with you?"

Gu Yan was thoughtful.

He lowered his eyes, and the side face was stained with a translucent golden border by the bustling lights of the city.

"That Xianjun," he asked abruptly about his future, "what kind of person is he?"

Cheng Yunzhi thought for a while, and said: "He is an immortal. He is deserted, and he refuses people for thousands of miles. It seems that he has never seen how he fluctuates, like a real immortal."

He seemed to understand something, and looked at Gu Yan in a daze.

But the young master didn't accept his gaze, and glanced away.

He whispered: "I'm afraid, it will soon become like that."

"Heaven wants me to leave the world of mortals and ascend to immortality, to be a born immortal," Gu Yan's voice was distant and cold, "Abandon what I shouldn't have."

Cheng Yunzhi: "What is that?"

Gu Yan replied: "I love it, but it was taken away and I want to leave my world of mortals."