Master does not ride a dragon

Sikong Hu was not very happy.

After all, Danqingya is not Baitouya. Although there are brothers and sisters who come to chat with him, but now he has to fast.

Sikong Shaoxia sat under the magnolia tree, frowning watching the sun rise and moon set, frowning watching the clouds roll and cloud, frowning listening to his stomach growling, grunting, grunting.

Yu Fei came to see him and said, "You are so unhappy, why not go down the mountain and visit the main peak with us."

Sikong Hu looked at Yufei, stunned for a long time in disbelief, and finally figured out that this is not Baitouya, and there is no barrier built by Bai Yuanying, he is now!Go wherever you want, and hide wherever you are unhappy!

Yu Fei looked at Sikong Hu, and Sikong Hu slapped his thigh, "That's right! It's okay!"

Yu Fei didn't want to understand, isn't this just a simple invitation, how could Sikong be so surprised.

Sikong Hu has lived very peacefully since he was bigu, he went to see his master every morning, was fed a pill by the master, and then basically spent the day in hunger.

Because I was hungry, I was not active at all, and I didn't talk to Master for two or three days.

Master didn't know why these days, so he didn't bother with him.

So when such an inactive person leaves, Master will not be able to find out.

Sikong Hu sat on Yu Fei's sword, thinking of the master who used to urge him to "cook" and "go eat" when he had nothing to do, and asked "Where did Ah Hu go?"

Naturally, the main peak is much more lively than Danqingya, with more people and swords, clanging sword lights everywhere, and food fragrance everywhere.

Sikong Hu lowered his head and saw a group of young disciples who were not as tall as his legs were sitting on the steps eating buns.

Sikong Hu knelt down, smelled it, and said, "It's stuffed with chives and eggs, with dried shiitake mushrooms and white sesame seeds added."

The little disciple said, "Yeah!"

Sikong Hu said: "Is there any more?"

The little disciple swallowed the rest in one gulp, "No!"

Sikong Hu swallowed, and wanted to ask another little disciple.

Yu Fei couldn't stand it anymore, and pulled Sikong Hu, "Come, come, come with me."

Sikong Hu stood in the back kitchen of the main peak, and let out a "wow".

There is such a big kitchen in the world!

There are hundreds of Chinese cabbage, a shelf of white tofu, more than ten bags of dried shiitake mushrooms, and even two full baskets of peppers!

Two whole baskets of peppers!Still fresh chili!

When will this have to be eaten!If it is put in Danqingya, it can be put into dried chili!

When the cooks who were busy seeing this young disciple who had no experience, they all "cut" and turned their heads to work.

Yu Feitong explained with a blushing face, "Hello masters, this junior is not this young hero, but Sikong Hu, the apprentice of Master Dan Qingya—"

The cooks turned their heads in a hurry and asked in one voice, "Are you Sikong Hu?"

After all, there is Yangqi Dongyuan Forbidden Land on Danqing Cliff, so the disciples of the main peak can just run around and play, and the elders don't go there often.

So the elders asked Sikong Hu from time to time what food he had cooked today, and then ordered the kitchen to make it.

What kind of asparagus and shrimp, what kind of roasted hoof with plum juice, and what kind of water steamed bread, wine stuffed cake and chestnut cake.

The chefs on the main peak usually cook big pot dishes, and they get dizzy when they hear these delicate dishes and dim sum.

So now, everyone gave in and stared at each other, "Come on, Sikong Shaoxia, you come, you cook a dish for us to see."

Sikong Hu was puzzled for a moment, but he was indeed hungry. He stepped forward, took the kitchen knife, and fished out a mandarin fish from the pool.

The cooks gathered around and watched as Sikong Hu stabbed a chopstick into the fish's lip, removed a large piece of fish scales with two blades, cut open the fish belly with one knife, cleaned the internal organs and black skin, and then sliced ​​out the fish bones neatly, leaving a large piece of fish meat, and then brushed and brushed. Start to make flower knives on the fish.

One of the cooks noticed, "Squirrel mandarin fish?"

Seeing that Sikong Hu nodded, he took out the flour, and Sikong Hu patted and shook the sliced ​​fish in the flour, picked it up vertically, poured two spoonfuls of boiling oil on it, and put it into the oil pan.

The cooks nodded one after another, and one of them said: "I learned this when I was studying cooking in Taiyangju, and I have always kept the heat..."

Another said, "Yo? Have you ever stayed in Taiyangju?"

This one puffed out his chest, raised his hand and patted, "I'm—"

As soon as he raised his chest, he didn't see the side clearly, and bumped Sikong Hu's shoulder with one hand, and the spoon that Sikong Hu was pouring oil tilted and poured directly onto his hand.

Sikong Hu didn't feel the pain at that time, he only let out a "hey", but a person in the crowd turned pale with shock and shouted: "Get out of the way!"

The middle-aged woman in blue robe and gold crown, with a gentle and beautiful appearance, is the wife of the head, Joaquin.

The cook didn't expect Joaquin to be watching all the time, and quickly said, "Ma'am—"

Hua Jin didn't listen to the cook's explanation, "That's how you live. Even Sikong is not a disciple of Shushan, so you bullied him like this?"

She pulled Sikong Hu's wrist for a few glances, then pulled him to the pool, her voice changed, "Hurry up and soak in cold water. Does it hurt?"

Sikong Hu looked at Huajin, and knew that this was Meng Qingtong's mother, and she must have cared about Master very much, and she might love her.

Sikong Hu replied in a low voice: "It doesn't hurt."

The young man said so, but everyone could clearly see that the five fingers on the back of the thin and fair hand were gradually turning red. After all, it was poured with boiling oil - in the mortal world, leaving a hand scar would be light.

Joaquin sighed, his eyes turned red, and he pulled up Sikong Hu, "Go to my place and apply some ointment."

Sikong Hu's hand was in pain, but Joaquin couldn't hold back and dragged him to a room at lightning speed all the way.

Joaquin asked him to sit down, while rummaging through boxes and boxes, "Sit first, I'll find ointment."

The severe pain in his hands gradually became more unbearable as the heat receded, so Sikong Hu had no choice but to look away from the interior furnishings.

There was nothing resplendent or resplendent in the wife's house, it was a neat and bright palace room, the most conspicuous thing was a crown of inlaid precious lotuses on the table.

The gold thread is entwined into lotus petals, the golden hairpin passes through it, and there are twelve more gold threads that twist and turn upwards, and gold thread tassels hang down from the end, as if it would shake slightly when the wind blows, and Zunhua Yanguang dare not look at it.

Joaquin turned his head, seeing the young man's gaze dimmed.

Sikong Hu noticed it and quickly looked away.

Joaquin said, "You know?"

Sikong Hu didn't think he was smart, but after hearing a lot of rumors about Shushan, he also knew that Lu Ju and Meng Qingtong were once golden boys and girls—then Meng Qingtong died, and his master escaped, and now he had to return to Shushan.

But what happened, the master did not say, he did not ask, because he knew that the master had no way to answer.Master will definitely lie to him again.

He vaguely knew that there were always several mountains on the shoulders of the master, but the master would never mention it to him.

Sikong Hu lowered his head.

Joaquin sighed, opened the ointment, and applied it to his hands with cotton gauze.

Sikong Hu was so painful that his hands were shaking, he moved his eyes again, and saw the lotus crown again.

Joaquin had no choice but to take his time, and said softly: "It's Qingtong's. She wore that one on the night she got married....I still remember that she is a beauty."

Sikong Hu didn't speak.

Joaquin said slowly: "But don't worry, Ju'er will guard Danqingya well, and nothing will happen again."

The elders of all generations of Danqingya are the best disciples selected by Shushan Mountain. They were born in Shushan Mountain and died in Danqing Mountain. They guarded Yangqi Dongyuan all their lives.

In the west, there are Buzhou Mountains to support the world, and Shushan Mountains have Danqing Cliffs to support the world.

Nothing will happen to Master, and he can no longer leave.

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