Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

The prince said: "Brother Cheng? Brother Cheng...?"

He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Mr. Cheng with a dull face, but he didn't see any reaction, so he couldn't help but turn pale with shock, grabbed his shoulder, and shook him wildly!

"Brother Cheng!" He was heartbroken, "You must be hysterical!!!"

Cheng Yuzhi was dizzy from being shaken by him, and quickly patted him to signal to let go.

"No, no," Cheng Yunzhi rubbed his face, feeling a little unbelievable, "I just thought of something else."

In order not to let the prince continue to ask, he hurriedly lifted the jug and hurriedly filled the prince's wine glass: "Drink! We brothers have another drink!"

The prince picked up his wine glass and looked at him suspiciously: "Brother Cheng is much more lively than before..."

Cheng Yunzhi smirked and said, "Really."

He finally came to his senses and regained some of his past memories.

So this meal was absent-minded, his mind was full of Changjin, senior brother, and a masked man who couldn't see his face clearly, holding a wedding dress and trying to wrap it around him, he kept refusing, but couldn't push it away. Open others.

It is not his voluntary to co-author this contract.

Cheng Yunzhi picked up the chopsticks, and greeted him enthusiastically: "Eat, eat, all the dishes that Brother Cheng likes to eat. Before I go to Beijing, please trouble Brother Cheng to have a meal with me."

Where is it, the son of the world is the one who took him out after all, and he was a good child.

Cheng Yunzhi smiled and said, "Naturally. It's not a problem to eat ten meals."

After a meal, that confession was like sworn brothers, and was forgotten by everyone.

When walking out of the restaurant, Cheng Yunzhi hesitantly mentioned: "My son, Cheng... just remembered something."

The prince asked curiously: "What is it?" His eyes were clear without any haze, and he was a gentleman with a clear breeze and bright moon.

Cheng Yunzhi said: "Cheng remembers his hometown and family members. I am afraid that he will have to say goodbye to his son and wife soon and go back to Cheng's hometown."

The prince was startled, and his footsteps also stopped.

As his playmate, Cheng Yuzhi has been with him day and night for several years, and even everyone in the palace has a family-like friendship.

Although they knew that Cheng Yunzhi had passed the past few years without any changes, and the future would definitely not be able to be trapped by a small palace like theirs, but a few more years would count as years.

Now he said he was leaving.

Shizi frowned, and said in a sour tone: "I... I was still thinking that after I laid the foundation in Shangjing, I would invite Brother Cheng to come to Shangjing to have a good time."

Cheng Yuzhi slowed down his tone and comforted him: "There will be opportunities in the future."

The prince raised his head and stared pitifully into his eyes: "Can't we leave later? My mother and the others like it very much."

He deliberately called Cheng Yunzhi, who was a fool a long time ago, by his nickname, which seemed intimate.

Cheng Yuzhi naturally knew what was on his mind, but he missed him terribly after not returning home for a long time.

"I still have a lot of family members who are waiting for me to go back." He also stood still, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes, "I look forward to it day and night. I'm afraid I will make them sad if I don't return home. "

The prince sighed, since Cheng Yunzhi said so, he naturally had no choice.

"Then let's go back and tell my mother before leaving, shall we?"

Cheng Yunzhi nodded: "Okay."

When the madam heard that he was leaving, she yelled loudly, wishing that all the people in the palace would come over to watch the excitement.

Heartbroken, she grabbed Cheng Yuzhi's hand and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Yuzhi, here, can you stay a little longer?"

Cheng Yuzhi often quietly accompanied his wife to read books and embroider, even the maidservants beside his wife were a little reluctant to leave the good-looking Daoxiu.

He shook his head and said softly, "Thank you Madam for your kindness."

"You silly boy."

Madam thought for a while, and wanted to take off the sapphire bracelet on her wrist and put it on Cheng Yunzhi's hand, but was frantically rejected.

She retracted it sadly, and said desolately: "You want to leave, but I have nothing to give you..."

How could it be, after so many years of taking care of him, the whole palace has treated him kindly.

Cheng Yuzhi said: "I will come back to visit Madam when I have time."

He lowered his eyelashes, was silent, as beautiful as a painting.

But the madam pulled him and said: "No, if you don't take something to go, the palace won't let you go!"

Finally, Cheng Yunzhi thought about it, and finally picked out something and hung it around his waist.

It is a string of broken jade strings.

That day, the wanderer carried the package on his back, and the guards drove the horses, and he poked his head out of the carriage to say goodbye to the people in the palace.

After traveling for many days, he returned to Changjin, to the place where he was born and raised.

Climbing up to Changjin Mountain, the sect gate was wide open, and the inside was empty. I don't know if during these years, the people who went up the mountain took away valuable things.

He smiled wordlessly, and set up a formation to hide the entire sect, so that mortals could no longer see his Changjin gate.

Cheng Yunzhi lived alone in Changjin for a long time.

He spends most of his time buying and repairing houses, building up the sect in his memory bit by bit.

In his free time, he would go to the library in the back mountain.

He could soak in it for three days and three nights, reading those books that he had already read.

Sometimes, when I see other people's handwriting comments on it, I will smile knowingly, and imagine how the person who wrote this line was in the mood at that time.

After looking at it for a while, I found that it seemed to be a familiar font, and the smile on my face collapsed a little bit.

He practiced sword alone and ate alone.

Until one day my mind cleared up and I remembered that I hadn't visited my ancestors yet.

"I'm such a little bastard," he said to himself, and walked along the road to find the stone wall in the mountain. "If I say it, I will be scolded by my ancestors for being unfilial."

After Cheng Yunzhi knelt down and worshiped with ease, he sprinkled water in front of the door for the ancestors, and cleaned it with a crackle.

After sweeping, he threw the broom away, brought a bucket, and poured the dust away, just like watering flowers all over the ground, with a focused expression.

Shimen all over the sky stared at him silently, like countless fairies and gods and Buddhas.

I thought that this kind of life would last for a long time, but suddenly one day, Cheng Yuzhi started to organize his storage bags on a whim.

Huh, I really found something for him.

a mirror.

This is really a rare item, even a broken mirror, someone has spliced ​​it together and stuffed it roughly into the frame.

Having not seen it for many years, it was covered with a thin layer of dust, which was brushed away by Cheng Yunzhi with his sleeve cherishingly.

He recalled in confusion: "What is this?"

He couldn't think of anything about this mirror, and all his memories in this area were almost blank.

However, Cheng Yunzhi was very familiar with it, which meant that it was unlikely to be a gadget that was smashed on a whim one day.

He touched the mirror solemnly and found that the fragments did not affect the use, so he tried to input spiritual power.

The mirror is lit.

The room was silent until the person in the mirror opened his mouth.

"This is a transparent mirror, which can transmit your voice to me, which is another mirror."

Cheng Yuzhi opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

His first reaction was to ask, are you the one living in the mirror?He swallowed the words wisely before he could leave his mouth. He, Cheng, is no longer a young and fashionable child who doesn't know spiritual weapons.

The opposite must be a great power with a very high cultivation base.

Mr. Cheng breathed slowly, and finally asked, "What is the principle?"

The other party paused for a moment, and when Cheng Yuzhi almost thought he was gone, he spoke the principle like reading a book: "...with the help of the power of the formation."

Cheng Yuzhi listened, and couldn't help smiling.

It seems that I haven't seen old people reunited for many years, and it seems that a flower has bloomed in my heart.

He sat cross-legged back on the head of the bed, and said in a drawn-out tone, "Can you tell me something?"

"..."

"Okay." The other party agreed solemnly.

After going back and forth, he became friends with the person in the mirror.

They tacitly agreed not to ask each other's name or where they were, but only talked about the exercises they practiced recently, people or things they saw.

After the Zongmen was completely repaired, Cheng Yuzhi finally stepped out of the Zongmen's gate, wearing his favorite snow-green robe, and went down the mountain with empty hands.

"It's an elder brother from Cheng who asked me to go outside more often."

He explained this to his friend in the mirror.

He traveled around the world and traveled to many places, but he seemed to draw concentric circles around Changjin, never going all the way to the horizon;

He has also seen many strange people and strange things. He compiled these things into stories and told them in local teahouses, which received a lot of praise.

People love his stories as much as they love his good looks.

When he was talking about books, people would often throw some copper coins at him as small money for support.

Young Master Cheng suddenly felt that this seemed like a good job.

Who in the world can use his mouth to earn money to support himself!

Foundation building is enough, and money is enough.

Cheng Yunzhi lazily walked through a few towns, focusing on visiting some places where the tide might be high in summer.

Occasionally, he would return to Changjin.

Clean up the dusty Zongmen hall, take down the portrait of the patriarch painted on the hall, and draw a new one according to the appearance in his memory.

After painting, I felt dissatisfied, so I tore it up and repainted.

The sect was empty, no one spoke to him.

Cheng Yuzhi sat in the small hall drinking, drank a small cup by himself, and placed a cup across the table.

Suddenly one day, if he felt something, he stared blankly at the wine glass that no one had touched. The wine glass fell to the ground and shattered without wind.

The drink was spilled all over the place.

Dao Xiu stared blankly at the pool of water stains on the ground, finally cast aside his eyes, and spilled the wine in his cup onto the ground.

After that, he never went to places where the tide was high.

When he was not in a good mood, his friends suggested that he write a storybook to express his depressed mood, maybe it would be better.

Cheng Yuzhi laughed and said, "But the heroes of the world, I have already written more than half of what I can write. Now, is there anything new that no one else has written much about?"

The friend said: "Xianjun, cut off Axianjun."

Mr. Cheng was startled, he suddenly had a good impression of this name.

It's like, after the flood recedes, the boundless admiration against Hong Heroes.

I don't know why, this fairy is especially in his favor, even though he has never met the real person.

Cheng Yuzhi felt that something was wrong, he had never heard the story of this fairy, how could he write it so touchingly?

As a result, my friend said that he had heard many deeds of Xianjun, and he could tell him one by one.

The friend did what he said, and every night, he compiled Xianjun's deeds into a book, and told Cheng Yuzhi one by one like telling a bedtime story.

Mr. Cheng was in a happy mood and had a great time chatting with him. He couldn't help but praise his voice.

He said sincerely: "With such a voice that suits me, I'm afraid the appearance is also what Cheng likes."

The friend said after a while: "If it really looks to your liking?"

Cheng Yuzhi joked, "How about being my boyfriend? I just like pretty ones."

Friend: "That's what you said."

Cheng Yuzhi: "..." Oops, too happy to get carried away, that's the consequence.

The friend insisted: "Not just a boyfriend, how about being a husband?"

Cheng Yuzhi: "..." He can only accept a relationship.

The Dao Companion contract on his body became weaker day by day until Cheng Yuzhi couldn't feel it, and almost forgot its existence.

However, as soon as this joke came out, he immediately remembered this shit.

Cheng Yunzhi quickly explained: "No, no, boyfriends are fine, but budding companions are not. Cheng has no plans...to make budding companions."

The friend hummed, and brought the topic lightly.

Cheng Yuzhi heaved a sigh of relief, although he felt single, but the other end of the Taoist couple contract was tied to a living person after all, in case he really had any life-threatening ties to him...

When it was almost over, his friend asked him if he could go to him.

Cheng Yunzhi was quite happy!

It's been a long time alone, and I like to go to the lively towns down the mountain.

He naturally agreed: "Okay, Cheng is waiting for you."