Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

Chapter 137

When a cook came out of the kitchen, he was trembling in shock and lost his mind. He almost fell into the soup pot before realizing what he was doing.

Someone helped him up, and said in shock: "Brother, what are you doing... use yourself to add food to the big guy?"

The cook froze, stared at him for a few seconds, then slapped his thigh, and suddenly shouted: "Hi! I'm quitting!"

Wait, wait, don't do anything.

This small kitchen is a place where meals are specially provided for the children of the aristocratic family. Not to mention leisure time on weekdays, even the monthly payment is issued according to Lingshi.

Bringing it home every month, the mother-in-law looked at it and smiled happily, so happy!

Just say quit now, how could the mother-in-law spare him?

Speaking of this, the chef is very angry.

That day he came to the small kitchen in good order, ready to touch fish for a while, cook a meal for the family at noon, and did nothing else.

He doesn't care about preparing vegetables, and buying vegetables is not his business. Who doesn't like such a good job?

The bad thing was that when he saw the young master coming to the small kitchen that day, he froze for a moment, and stupidly leaned over to ask, hey young master, do you want to eat something?

The folks in our tiny kitchen, guaranteed to cook superbly!

Even Mr. Cheng is full of praise!

The young master glanced at him, raised his chin, and signaled what they were going to do.

"Chicken soup, he needs to replenish."

When the cook heard it, he thought it was simple, this kind of errand usually can get a lot of rewards at once, and there is no need to do other work, it couldn't be more cost-effective!

In the end, the young master took out a spirit chicken that he had never cooked before, and asked him to stew it into chicken soup.

Stewing and stewing, it took a full [-] hours to stew the chicken until it was rotten and the chicken soup was delicious.

When he left the kitchen, he was dizzy and couldn't see the way clearly, so he almost crawled on the ground to go home.

Thinking back on this, he was terrified.

The key is not to rest in the middle!You have to watch the fire all the time!

He is a mortal, how could he work like this.

Immediately said, if I can survive this, I won't have to sleep in the future.

What did people say?Say, it couldn't be better.

Listen, is this what people say!

After the young master left, he slapped his thigh and said angrily: "Why does he become more and more disfigured the more he lives!"

This thing didn't just happen to him.

Other places, such as the aristocratic children brought out by the young master, also talked about this matter.

They always feel that this Gu Yan is like practicing the ruthless way. He has been emptied of all emotions and desires by the way of heaven, and he has lost even the basic morality and guilt towards people.

Several times, they looked down from the clouds in amazement.

They saw that the soldiers and generals under the young master rushed forward madly, fighting the enemy as if they were not afraid of death; while the young master sat on the cloud platform, lightly clenched his fists, and squeezed life to death.

In just a short time, he had several lives on his hands.

... The problem is, people don't cultivate the way of ruthlessness!

Therefore, this matter was reported to the family, and the head of the family needed to come forward to deal with it.

When they heard the news, Cheng Yunzhi and Fengche were eating noodles for breakfast inside the house.

It was the cook who couldn't help it, and complained to Cheng Yunzhi, crying.

It is said that the second chicken was also delivered. He has old arms and legs, but he can't bear the second time to cook chicken soup without sleep!

When Cheng Yun heard it, it was not bad!

He felt uncomfortable all over, how could he know that the fragrant chicken soup he drank would cost others so much.

"Don't be so troublesome, you can do whatever you do on weekdays." Cheng Yunzhi frowned and said to the cook.

When the person left, he sighed softly, then turned to Fengche and asked, "Do you know what happened to him?"

Fengche held chopsticks in his hand, thought for a while, and raised a possibility: "Is he being controlled by a demon?"

Cheng Yunzhi was thoughtful: "It makes sense."

At this time, the brown-feathered goose came to the door, and Cheng Yuzhi took out the spiritual power of the earth veins that Gu Yan had given him before, and handed it to the brown-feathered goose.

The other party didn't count, and looked at the two veins in the palm of his hand with a very shallow smile.

Cheng Yuzhi was a little curious. After all, things like the spiritual power of the earth veins need to be buried in the ground. After a long, long period of time, the growth of the spirit stones will be slowly stimulated, and enough veins will gradually be derived.

And like brown-feathered geese, wandering wanderers, it is reasonable to say that they have no fixed territory for them to spawn earth veins. Why do they need this?

With curiosity, he slowly asked about it.

Brown Feather Goose glanced at him and shook his head, without any obvious rejection, obviously willing to continue talking.

This group of migratory birds will migrate south in winter.

And when the climate gets warmer, it will flap its wings and return to the original gathering place.

This back and forth is a "detailed summary" of the whereabouts of the brown-feathered geese for a year in the family's territory.

Therefore, even wandering wanderers have relatively fixed gathering places.

Speaking of this, Fengche asked: "Then, are you planning to live in the gathering place instead of continuing to move south?"

The brown-feathered goose shook his head, motioning for Cheng Yuzhi to take his wrist up.

Cheng Yunzhi did as he asked, so that the brown feather genius doctor can easily follow up on his condition.

The brown-feathered goose calmed down and checked Cheng Yuzhi's condition again, and found that his qi and blood had recovered very well, but his meridians were still blocked, so he understood.

It was also such a short period of time, and he also thought about how to get back to the windmill.

"The prescription does not change, let's continue to take a course of treatment like this to consolidate it."

After talking about the diagnosis and treatment of Cheng Yuzhi, he withdrew his hand and looked at Fengche, his eyes were clear, but somewhat dim.

"No, we're still going to live our lives the same way, where we're supposed to go."

His voice was very soft, which perfectly matched his taciturn face and gray brown robe, "But our original gathering place was accommodated by a certain family into their territory."

Xiao Tong's eyes widened, and he couldn't hold back his face: "Can the family's territory still expand?"

"Yes," the brown-feathered goose nodded, feeling sad to the naked eye, "We... We were originally free geese, but the aristocratic family forcibly planned our gathering place into their territory through the resource scramble, as a resource grab ..."

He said: "That ground vein is to exchange chips for our gathering place from the aristocratic family."

Windmill: "Hit it, grab it back?"

The brown-feathered goose glanced at him, and laughed like a sigh: "The aristocratic family has been rooted in this land for a long time, no matter how small the aristocratic family is, they are all giants. How could our brown-feathered goose be able to resist."

Suddenly, the room fell into silence.

The little boy moved his butt uneasily, got up and poured tea for the two adults.

He should have cleared up his mood, he looked at Cheng Yuzhi and said, "You seem to have something else you want to tell me?"

Cheng Yunzhi also wanted to sigh, but it was choked in his throat.

He thought of the young master during this time, who was often away, never going back, and what he went to was something like a battle for resources,

Competing for territory, seizing treasures, and kneading the lives of mortals and monks under him like mud, it doesn't matter if a few die.

The more manipulative it is, the less human it is.

In the end, he will stare at the narrow avenue in front of him, and then strive to climb up, longing for the heaven to open the door for a moment of ascension.

Presumably, many seniors from aristocratic families embarked on the road of cultivating immortals in this way.

His breath suddenly stopped: Is Gu Yan also in such a predicament?

He told this matter to the brown feather goose, and the brown feather genius doctor obviously knew about this kind of thing.

"It's very rare," he mused. "It is true that there will be a Tao that strips away the seven emotions and six desires, but it doesn't exist so early."

"When will that be?"

"Late stage of transformation, Mahayana," Brown Feather Goose's information is also very vague, and it is already a hundred years ago that such a great power was released in the cultivation world, "here will probably start to lose emotion."

Cheng Yunzhi was keenly aware: "So, it's not normal for him to behave like this now."

Windmill moved over quietly, raised his head and reminded him: "Demon."

Brown Feather Goose was startled, but he hadn't thought about the heart demon.

Cheng Yuzhi was quite puzzled, and he laughed at himself: "Cheng's imagination is probably the best in the world - he can't think of anything. If it is related to the inner demon, what kind of connection will it be?"

As he spoke, his memory returned to that night.

The two of them sat on the top of the bare dry hill far away from the bustling city, looking into the distance.

Cheng Yunzhi: "Your world?"

Gu Yan said indifferently: "I don't even know exactly what it is. Maybe it's what the windmill said, it's fireworks."

Xiao Cheng thought, I was the one who said the fireworks, what a fairy, you dare to remember what Xiao Cheng said wrongly.

"Yes, yes, the windmill said,"

Cheng Yunzhi said vaguely, "Fireworks are a symbol of human form...probably."

Gu Yan was silent for a moment: "I can't imagine it."

Cheng Yunzhi said sincerely, "Then you are really a born immortal."

"My mother said the same thing. She said that I still have a human form, but I'm so cold..."

Cheng Yunzhi interrupted him suddenly, and said speechlessly: "Xianjun, when you first met Cheng, you didn't look deserted at all. If you said this, Cheng would probably not believe it. "

The young master laughed lightly and was blown away by the wind.

"Perhaps Tiandao also knows my contradictions, so it lowers its power to get rid of my contradictions."

He sighed inaudibly: "Well, as soon as you landed, you fell into my arms. While I was thinking of loving you, I was thinking of controlling your life at the same time; maybe this is the reason why the demon was born, and it is also The origin of the birth of this huge world."

"Do you know this is your inner demon?" Xiao Cheng was shocked!

The young lord's long eyelashes drooped down, looking ugly, almost not a mortal: "It fell out of nowhere, how could I not investigate it?"

"Improve the realm for the sake of control, but to elevate the realm requires abandoning desire. If I abandon it, why should I elevate the realm?"

"Now Tiandao chooses for me. If I want to be a natural immortal, it will take away my emotions and desires."

Cheng Yuzhi watched his side face covered in the night, and exhaled a mouthful of transparent mist.

The young master suddenly laughed: "Look, these are my emotions and desires, which is pretty good, at least I don't need to be controlled and controlled by others."

He was fascinated by the mist that dissipated with the wind, but a little Cheng jumped on him and shook his shoulder: "Wake up, Xianjun,"

He said speechlessly: "If you lose your emotions and desires, then what will you do, why..."

The last two words are hard to say, and Xiao Cheng can only speak confidently when he has made enough mental preparations, "How do you love me?"

The two suddenly looked at each other, Xiao Cheng's aura was pierced, and he shrank resentfully.

Cheng Yuzhi said: "I wanted to be your object, but now I can't. Look, I'm definitely not a widow."

Gu Yan: "..."

"You are definitely curable, although I can't think of a way," Cheng Yunzhi stood up, patted the soil stained on the dry mountain under his robe, "but the well-informed brown-feathered goose should have a way. "