Master does not ride a dragon

Qianqiu Mountain, Baitouya.

It is spring, and the white cherry blossoms are all over the mountain. The snow-white broken petals float across the crimson calyx and then across the blue sky, and finally fly straight down the Paektu Cliff.

In the afternoon, the master was tired from reading, and involuntarily rested his elbows on the table to take a nap, and the long sleeves of the dark white coat fell down, revealing a forearm.

The texture is clear, thin and white, the wrist bones are particularly prominent, and the muscles and bones on the back of the hand are long and thin, making it even more attractive.

Sikong Hu thought to himself, it doesn't matter, the master is afraid of heat.I'm afraid of the heat, so I help him take it off a little, it's okay.

He boldly stretched out his hand, but as soon as his fingertips touched Master's collar, his whole face turned red with a "bang", turning into a big tomato.

He immediately wanted to withdraw his hand, but immediately, his hand was held.

Sikong Hu blurted out, "Master?"

Master opened his eyes, his eyes were calm and transparent, and Sikong Hu's heart skipped a beat, "Master, I'm not—"

The master held his hand and pulled him close, so close that Sikong Hu could no longer say a word, so close that Sikong Hu could smell the gentle fragrance of Xiaoming Taihua from the master, like the smell of Qianqiu spring water in the back mountain , and like the smell of the morning breeze in early spring.

Sikong Hu's eyes flicked back and forth on the face of the master, while holding his breath and concentrating, while shaking in a panic.

Master's lips were thinner, but they were tightly pressed, and he didn't feel affectionate.

The master's long eyebrows are drawn into the temples, but they are not sharp, and he can see the waves in his eyes.

Master's neck is slender, Adam's apple is slightly rolling, and below is a clear collarbone, and then a chest with well-fitting muscles and bones.Master was born white, so those two points...

Sikong Hu didn't know what he was thinking, when he realized that he had stripped half of the master naked, his fingers were still pressing on the master's chest, and it was too late to turn around.

The hard touch under his fingers was unfamiliar, and Sikong Hu raised his head numbly, but he didn't see the expected punishment.

——Master's white teeth bit his reddish lower lip, biting hard enough to create a dent, but he couldn't suppress the thin layer of blush on his face.The blurred pupils narrowed slightly, as if in pain and enjoyment.As soon as the lips and teeth loosened, a hoarse and confused voice escaped.

Sikong Hu's lower abdomen tightened, his intuition could no longer restrain himself, he suddenly grabbed Master's waist, pulled it closer, and stretched his other hand inside through the hem of his clothes——

Then he heard: "Sikong?"

This is a female voice, or a familiar female voice, a girl's voice.

Sikong Hu paused, opened his eyes reluctantly, and then cursed, "Fire bell?!"

In a small room, square and bright, Sikong is lying on the bed, and a girl in black is squatting on the edge of the bed.

There was a little fire pattern between the girl's eyebrows, and her black curly long hair was combed into a high ponytail. She was looking at him with her chin resting on her face. It was the soul fire bell kept by the master in the box.

Sikong Hu's spring dream was shattered out of thin air, he was so angry that he put the thin quilt under his body, sat up, pointed to the fire bell "you you you" for a long time, but no "you" came out, just Said: "You don't come out once in 800 years, why did you run to me as soon as you came out?!"

Huo Ling didn't know why, but he didn't care too much, "What's wrong? When I first came in, I saw you dreaming, hugging the air like a zombie priest. What did you dream about? Braised pork is mushy?"

When Sikong Hu heard this, he almost lost his breath, "How dare you mention that pot of braised pork?! Master... Master finally wanted to eat, but you burned the pot—"

Huo Ling raised an index finger, and said "shh", "Don't talk, I'm hiding from Si Ge."

Sikong Hu was taken aback again, "What did you do to Sige again?"

Si Ge is the master's book servant, but in fact he is a white deer, when he is not in human form, he eats grass and eats grass, and he doesn't know what else to do besides eat.

Huo Ling had an innocent face, "I accidentally burned his fodder."

Sikong Hu's eyes darkened, "Then I have to cut grass again?! I don't want to lose face!? You, you still dare to come to me?!"

Huo Ling said, "Evading a stubble is a stubble." Then he hid under the bed.

Sikong Hu felt that the human-spirited monster on the top of the mountain, except for him and the master, might be fools, "Can't you just hide in the box?!"

Huo Ling stuffed herself under the bed: "Nonsense, why would I come out if I could stay in that iron box? The sky is dry and the things are dry, you know? I'm going to suffocate in it, but as soon as I come out, I catch fire. Burning the fodder, what do you mean by adding fire to the fire? It’s killing me.”

Sikong Dendrobium had a big head, and he pushed the door to leave, when Huo Ling poked his head out again, "Sikong, I want to eat mung bean paste with sweetened osmanthus."

Sikong Hu didn't turn his head back, "Get lost."

That's what he said, but he had nothing to do on the left and right sides of Baitou Cliff. He went to the back mountain to cut grass to pile into Sige's room, and then burned firewood to wash mung beans and soak lilies.

He has been chopping firewood and sweeping the floor on Baitou Cliff since he can remember. Although he is the only disciple of the master, the master has not taught him any great skills. The back and forth is the art of nourishing the soul and fist and kick kung fu, and then there is cooking and cooking. Knead dumplings to make porridge.

In general - Sikong Hu is like the housekeeper in every deep house and compound at the foot of the mountain. When he gets old, he is the same as everyone else, and he is called "Fu Bo" or something.

Based on this speculation, the master is probably not a very powerful cultivator.

But he can surround the hill of Baitouya so domineeringly! ... Sikong Hu felt that it was mostly because of his face.

There was nothing dissatisfied with Sikong Hu, it was enough for him to know that the master was the master.

Regarding the master, he only knows that the master's name is Lu Ju, other than that, nothing else.As for who Lu Ju is, no one has told him, and he doesn't really want to know.

Anyway, the master is the master.Even if the master doesn't pay much attention to him, he is still the master who can make him have spring dreams consistently throughout the seasons.

The soaked mung beans and lilies turned into sand after being boiled for a while, and he filtered out the bean skins and added rock sugar.Put it into a small cup of blue and white flowers, wait for a while for a stick of incense, and it will be neither hot nor warm. The surface of the light green quicksand is full of brilliance, and sprinkled with golden brown sugar osmanthus flowers. It was when the osmanthus flowers bloomed last year. The four song fire bells were picked together.

The fire bell waited by the stove for a long time, and reached out to take it with a smile on his face, but was slapped on the back of his hand by Sikong Hu, "This is Master's."

Huo Ling said: "You know Master, what about me?!"

Sikong Hu had already walked away with mung bean paste, "You serve it yourself!"

Huo Ling made a face, "Anyway, Master won't eat it, so it's still mine when I bring it back."

Ever since Sikong Hu could remember, his master had been in bigu and nourishing his soul.

The art of nourishing the soul is becoming more and more sophisticated, and the skin and flesh will always be at its peak. The master's appearance has been the same for 17 years, a little older than the boy, and it is far from the appearance of the "master" in the storybook. Son.

Sikong Hu even thought that maybe one day when he was seventy or eighty, his master would still look like this at his best age.

Sikong Hu thought about it in a mess, and then thought of the impetuous dream just now, he breathed deeply outside the door a few times, and then said, "Master."

The people inside didn't respond, and after a while, Si Ge opened the door in human form and said softly, "Hush."

He hid in vain with the fire bell, but Si Ge didn't find out at all. The road to the enemy is really wide on Qianqiu Mountain.

Sikong Hu tiptoed in and took a peek at Master.The master was tired from reading, and involuntarily rested his elbows on the table to take a nap.The long sleeves of the ivory dark coat fell down, exposing a forearm, just like the pair of hands tired in the dream.

The necklines of the deep clothes are overlapping, revealing a little bit of Adam's apple, the lower part is invisible, it should be the protruding collarbone, and...

Sikong Hu had a premonition that he was going to turn into tomato essence again, so he had to take another deep breath.

This slight fluctuation of air flow can wake up Master.

The master suddenly opened his eyes, and the confusion in his eyes disappeared for a moment. He regained his composure and asked, "Ahu?"

Sikong Hu was struggling at first, but when he heard the "Ahu", his blood returned, because only his master called him that in this world.

Sikong Hu said respectfully: "Master, I cooked mung bean paste."

This question is also a routine, he knows that the master will not eat at all.

Unexpectedly, the master picked up the spoon and took a sip, and the light green color sipped between the red lips, the master said, "It's not sweet enough."

Master's taste is too sweet, Sikong Hu had already added a lot of sugar, but he immediately stood up when he heard this, "I'll get it."

Master said, "No need."

Sikong Hu turned his head at the door, "Huh?"

The master put the blue and white cup aside, "No need, just take it away."

Sikong Hu became anxious, "Master, just add some sugar—"

The master's expression softened, and he comforted: "It's not your fault. It's because I'm bigu for the teacher, so I only tasted one bite."

Sikong Hu brought back the mung bean paste that had only been moved in one mouthful. Huoling was still waiting for his own bowl to cool down. Seeing this, he immediately rushed over, "Master, if you don't eat it, I will eat it!"

Sikong Hu pushed her away, "Master ate it."

Huo Ling laughed, "Chef Sikong, have you made progress?"

Sikong Hu poured the mung bean paste from the bowl into the sink, wiped his sweat with his sleeve, and watched the clear water flush out the original color of the spoon bowl.

The green sand rustled away, revealing the porcelain white of the spoon, and a little bit of the edge was touched by the master's lips.

He wanted to touch it, but he withdrew his hand before touching the water wave.

That is the master, even from a distance it is offensive, let alone defiled.

Sikong Hu had indescribable dreams day after day, and every day when he woke up, he wanted to scratch himself.

It's not because the master is bad, and it's not because he's a disciple that he shouldn't.In Sikong Hu's place, there is no concept of the relationship between heaven and humanity.

It is because Master is that person.Sikong Hu didn't know any adjectives like "arrogance" or "pureness", he only knew that that person could not be desecrated by anyone like this.

If someone dared to offend that person like this, Sikong Hu would have already stuffed him into the firewood pile, and cooked an old duck soup in one go, until all the bones were burnt to ashes.

But the one who had this dream was himself...?

Sikong Hu still wanted to live to see his master see him in his seventies and eighties, so he didn't want to burn himself to death yet, so he chose to go down the mountain.

Si Ge often went down the mountain to buy things, so Sikong Hu had heard a lot, and heard that there were many people at the foot of the mountain.Young people, old people, good people, bad people, none of that.

Sikong Hu closed and opened his big eyes, and secretly made up his mind that he might not come back!

Sikong Shaoxia threw the little burden on his shoulder with a "ha", and walked out of the mountain gate in high spirits!

Sikong Shaoxia crossed a stream looking left and right, passed several big trees in admiration, studied the ant nest for a while, and raised his head sweating profusely.

——Holding the jade-colored Taiwei sword, the master stood three feet in front of him calmly and calmly, looking at him angrily and amusedly.

Sikong Hu plucked up his courage and grabbed the burden tightly, "I want to go down the mountain! Although the master only accepts me as an apprentice for cleaning and cooking—"

Master frowned, "I took you in as an apprentice just to clean and cook?"

Sikong Hu said: "...then it doesn't matter what the master took me as an apprentice! Si Ge said that the master is a hero, so I should be a young hero, and a young hero should always lose face! I want to go down the mountain ! Go chivalrous!"

The master said slowly, "Young man, master will teach you to read the weather. Come on, don't look at the sky, look at the ground. The ants on the ground move, which means it's going to rain."

Sikong Hu looked at it for a while and was fascinated: So this is the ants moving house mentioned in the book?Master's book is really good!

When he came to his senses, he was even more distressed, "When it rains, it rains! Can mere wind and rain stop this young hero? Master, is this how you look at your apprentice?"

The master really looked at his disciple seriously for a while, and then said slowly: "You go, who will cook the dinner."

Sikong Hu jumped: "Make dinner, make dinner, what kind of dinner, and you don't eat!"

Before he finished speaking, the master suddenly said, "I want to eat fish for my master."

Sikong Hu subconsciously asked, "...what, what kind of fish?"

Master said again: "Steam."

Sikong Hu blinked, "... crucian carp?"

The master continued: "First marinate with salt to produce the meat lobe."

Sikong Hu lifted the burden, "Master, I'll go back to pickle the fish first!"

Marinate the fish for a while before roasting or steaming, and the originally fine fish meat will show firm watercress like yellow croaker, which is taught by Master.

While rubbing salt on the fish, Sikong Hu thought, Hey, why am I back again?

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