Master does not ride a dragon

The light of time turns thousands of times, and the mountains and rivers are separated by tens of thousands of miles in a blink of an eye.

Sikong Hu, Yufei, Atai, and Qiuqiu were hanging around in the market while eating roasted chicken legs. Qiuqiu said, "Oh, Sikong, this chicken leg is not as delicious as your roasted one."

Sikong Hu said: "When have I roasted chicken legs? I have never roasted chicken legs."

Qiuqiu said: "What? Roasted chicken legs are so delicious, why don't you roast them?!"

Sikong Hu said: "My master doesn't like food. It gets angry."

Ah Tai looked up at the sky, "Take three words from Master, why don't you just carry your Master on your back and go down the mountain."

Sikong Hu didn't answer, he lowered his head.

Qiuqiu elbowed Mrs. Auntie, "Sikong hasn't mentioned his master recently, and he has this expression when he mentions it. What's the matter, did you quarrel with the master?"

Sikong Hu shook his head.

It's not a quarrel, it's just that I haven't been separated from Master for so long.

What's more, the reason for the separation was a bit angry and bitter, and I was unhappy when I mentioned it.

Auntie said: "It's your Danqingya, that's okay? Put it on any mountain, let alone quarrel with the master, even if you talk back to your senior brother, you will be beaten and punished. You Danqingya is well-off, and you will have a face if you tell it." Son, you can still quarrel with the master without bigu, when you go back, you can ask your master for me if he still accepts disciples—”

Sikong Hu was so angry that he almost slapped the chicken leg in his face, "No!"

Qiuqiu said: "Don't talk nonsense, is it good to be a disciple of Danqingya? You have to guard the mountain until you die, how can a person do it?"

Sikong Hu's mouth twitched, and when he thought of his master's occupation as a tiankeng, he felt sad again.

Yu Fei changed the topic, "Alright, alright, don't mention that his master bullied him. Where did we go to meet up with our seniors yesterday?"

Qiuqiu and Atai grabbed a little girl, "Which is the most expensive and delicious restaurant in your city?"

The little girl said: "... Ding, Ding Fu Ji?"

Qiuqiu and Atai let go of the little girl, "Thank you!" They turned to Yufei and said, "Ding Fu Ji."

Yu Fei helped his forehead.The Shushan disciples looked at the people on the mountain, and when they came down the mountain, there were evil spirits from restaurants, and the money was spent quickly. For example, they all relied on Sikong Hu's magic weapon "pointing stone cup" to turn stones into pieces of silver. .

Sikong Hu noticed his gaze, "What's wrong? No money?"

Yu Fei nodded.

Sikong Hu walked towards the river, "Go pick up stones."

Lu Ju stuffed his magic weapon with a burden, which strangled him so heavily that he became three inches shorter, but it seems that only the "pointing stone cup" can be used.

A narrow river runs through the city, and the boats are bustling with smoke and waves. Both sides of the river are also full of food stalls, bustling with hawkers.

Sikong Hu didn't even look at it, he just squatted down, picked up a few stones, and stuffed them into his sleeves.

An old voice behind him said: "Four young heroes, let's take a test! It's fair for me to charge money!"

Along the way, they have not rarely seen charlatans who are bluffing and deceiving, so they will not be fooled.

Sikong Hu lowered his head to pick up stones, and said in unison with Atai Yufei Qiuqiu: "No money."

The man said, "Why don't you have any money? Isn't it right away?"

Sikong Hu and Yufei Qiuqiu Atai turned around, the four squatted on the ground looking at that charlatan.

He looked like an ordinary charlatan, with a crooked "San" written on a banner, shaking his head and stroking his gray beard.

The liar said: "What, young man, I was wrong? Isn't that in your hand the stone-pointing cup that the two Jinjian and Jade Zha of Shushan made themselves when they went down the mountain?"

The words "Golden Slips and Jade Letters" landed on the ground, successfully making Sikong Hu pause for a while, and asked: "What is it?"

The liar said: "Injustice in the past life, fate in this life, fate in the next life, all of them are counted. Only you are counted. Injustice in this life, marriage in this life, fate in this life, where will you go in this life?"

These words are evil, and his tone is also floating around, which is very scary.Coupled with the gloomy sky, a dark cloud blocked the sunlight and only one strip of Phnom Penh remained, the situation suddenly became strange.

The liar put out a charcoal pencil and white paper, and motioned him to write a word.

Sikong Hu squatted down, just as he stretched out his hand, the liar grabbed his wrist and pulled him close.

The lunatic's eyes were close at hand, Sikong Hu didn't panic and let him look.

From thick eyebrows to deep black pupils, from clear nose bridge to reddish lips, to soft-edged chin.

The liar looked at it for a while, then suddenly said, "Young man, you are so naive and evil."

The last two words were like two boulders, hitting Sikong Hu's heart with a bang.

It doesn't matter if the demonic energy is evil; the previous life was evil, so you can forget it; but what about the evil thoughts about Master?

You can't do it, you can't say it, you can't read it, you can't even watch it.

But I dreamed again and again, the master in the dream and the master I saw after waking up were obviously the same person.

Qiuqiu and Atai came over curiously, "What's wrong?"

Sikong Hu blushed and stood up, patted the hem of his short robe, and said angrily: "How naive!?"

He looked like he was about to hit someone, so frightened that Yu Fei pulled Sikong Hu up, "What kind of fate is it? Not fate. Sikong, we Shushan disciples strictly forbid fortune-telling, and fortune-telling is a thing that gets thinner and affects cultivation of immortals. Let's go, let's go eat."

Sikong Hu didn't raise his eyes, he stuffed a few stones into his belt, and followed Yufei away.

The broken cattail fan in the crook's hand had long been unable to fan the wind, and he stretched his limbs and yawned big.

The cook of Ding Fuji's family is from Lingnan, and the dishes are all Lingnan dishes, which are light and expensive, and the disciples who eat a restaurant are too sleepy to want to pay the bill.

The food was not to my liking, so I naturally wanted to find other fun, so the boss hired someone to tell the story.

Just like all the young heroes who go down the mountain must hear stories about themselves, what the storyteller told was a story about a hero from Shushan.

The gavel sounded with a "snap", waking up half of the disciples who were dozing off on their stomachs.

The storyteller looked around for a week, and said: "It is said that the Yangqi Cave on the Danqing Cliff of Shushan Mountain is a forbidden place in the Three Realms. It was originally only a small demon that was detained for harming the world, but now, the most vicious monster in the Three Realms is imprisoned in the cave. Demon, it has been 17 years. So, what happened 17 years ago?"

Because of Yang Qi Dongyuan, the disciples had heard a lot, and most of them yawned again.

Qiuqiu and Atai held the plate of melon seeds and knocked them, and the skins of the melon seeds fell to the ground. They sat and watched how the folk craftsmen made flowers out of the tired stories of Shushan.

The storyteller continued: "17 years ago, Jin Yi, the crown prince of the Demon Race, caused rebellion and was imprisoned in Yangqi Dongyuan by Shushan Mountain. Only Jiaolong! Jiaolong Jiaolong, the sum of the top and bottom of Shushan Mountain is not enough for people to swallow in one mouthful! Then how to solve this bad thing? Then I will talk about the legendary Shushan Gold Slips and Jade Letters, that is, Lu Ju and Meng Qing child."

That's right, Qiuqiu grabbed another handful of melon seeds, "Sikong, listen carefully, it's interesting. Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Sikong Hu was sitting in front of a plate of scorched blood clams and a plate of kale beef, his brows were tightly furrowed, his expression was serious, he was holding his chopsticks upright, and he was distracted from the storytelling after a while, "What? What are you talking about?"

Qiuqiu was helpless, and waved his hand, "It's okay, let's listen to the story."

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