Master does not ride a dragon

The gavel gave another slap, "Gold Slips and Jade Letters, that is, Lu Ju from Danqingya and Meng Qingtong from the main peak. "Jade" is the Taiwei sword used by the elder brother, and "gold" is the Wanli knife held by the elder sister. I was born in the same year, the same month, and the same day. Thinking about it, I know that she is a famous golden boy and jade girl in the Three Realms! Back then, when the devil prince Jin Yi made trouble, the two of them came down from the mountain and brought the Ten Thousand Ghosts Spring Song to this nest of devil's cave, but they didn't wake up the dragon , Straight to buckle Jin Yi into the Yangqi Cave of Shushan, from then on the demons can’t stand up! The gods fulfilled their responsibilities, the demons rested, and the grace of the three realms, these two people were named by the folks as 'Golden Slips and Jade Letters'. He was sent to the altar of my immortality in Shushan! Hey, what a young talent!"

The disciples all agreed, and someone whispered: "How did I hear that those who would scold them called them 'golden swords and jade swords'?"

Naturally, some people refuted, "Where did you hear the gossip, who made it up?!"

Sikong Hu couldn't help but imagined that his master was about seventeen or eighteen years old at that time, a little older than he is now, and he was already able to slay demons and eliminate demons in desperate situations, he was a veritable hero.If you are so young, you will stand on my altar, and you will be a shining light in the Three Realms.

However, the master has been cultivating his soul with big grains all the year round, and now he looks like he is only in his early twenties, and his appearance is about the same.

But Sikong Hu couldn't imagine the majesty of the master, let alone how majestic the master's sword-wielding demon cave was.He searched back and forth in his mind, and there was only one gaze of the master, gentle and compassionate, like compassion and indifference, everyone was similar, it was the gods in the Nine Heavens who cared for the indifferent mortals.

Qiuqiu and Atai each gave a thumbs up, "Sikong, your master is amazing, super amazing!"

After saying that, Sikong Hu sat up straight, with a rare almost shy smile on his face, and said softly: "Go aside, don't make trouble."

The storyteller said: "However, by coincidence, not long after, Meng Qingtong's father, Meng Yunzhong, the head of the Shushan School, was deceived by lard and fell in love with the [-]th Junior Brother who was born in the Chixia Altar of the Alchemy School. Chi Shuhuan, Meng Qingtong was married to this black-hearted second-generation Dan!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of "poof" one after another in the seat.

Although the facts are true, Jin Jian Yuzha and the two master uncles were indeed born in the same year, the same month and the same day, and they did have a heart-to-heart relationship early on, and Meng Qingtong was indeed almost married to Chi Shuhuan, but what everyone did not expect was that : The head of the sect and the nineteenth uncle who are usually highly respected and quite human, these two people have such a style in the legend of the mountain, one is "confused by lard", and the other is "the second generation of black heart pill".

Sikong Hu also spit out a mouthful of tea, he didn't expect the nineteenth uncle to have such a relationship with Meng Qingtong, and he was actually the man who robbed the senior sister from the master.

Then I thought that the nineteenth uncle was kind to Lu Ju, and he was kind to himself, and suddenly felt that his heart was as big as the back of a Kunpeng; the green on the top of his head was like green grass.

But after thinking about it, I don't know how sad it was for Master to be deprived of his love back then; I don't know how sad it is to have to prepare Meng Qingtong's birthday every year after his death.

Sikong Hu slumped back on the back of the chair, looked at the brothers around him and laughed and cursed.

Mr. Storyteller was at a loss, "What's the matter, you guys?"

Qiuqiu held back a smile and made a "please" gesture, "It's all right, you can continue."

The storyteller cleared his throat, "cough cough. Let's say that on the night Jin Jianmeng Qingtong and Heixindan's second generation Chishuhuan got married, there was a change in Yangqi Dongyuan's enchantment, and Yuzha Luju went to the top of Danqing Cliff alone to suppress it. But it didn't Coincidentally, this enchantment is like glutinous rice paper wrapped in maltose, it doesn't need the wind to blow, and it will be scattered after two steps."

Ah Tai vomited melon seeds, "Damn! How do you describe this, glutinous rice paper is shameless?"

"The enchantment broke because of Jin Yi's violent rise. The demonic storage came out of the mountain, and the demonic energy scattered, quickly attracting demons from all directions, oh! This formation is incredible, it is rare to see it once in 1000 years, let alone attracting that constant In the forbidden area of ​​the devil world, the sleeping dragon! This dragon is the head of all demons, and ten more demons will not be able to suppress it. However, when the barrier burst, Lu Ju who went up the mountain was seriously injured, plus the Quartet monsters and A flood dragon will soon be difficult to hold with a sword!"

This story is the most painful one in the past hundred years in Shushan. Although the disciples are young, they have heard it more or less. Of course no one was brave enough to shed tears in front of Joaquin.

Therefore, when the storyteller mentioned this passage, the disciples in the audience immediately let out a long sigh and fell silent again.

Sikong Hu clenched his fists unconsciously, his nails digging deep into his flesh.

I only heard that Mr. Shu continued to say: "Shushan raised mountains to attack, including Meng Qingtong who was getting married!" The "Golden Slips" appeared in the sky, killed the dragon with a knife that threw fire thousands of miles, and blocked Jin Yi with his body. Suppressing Yangqi Dongyuan, and even turning the three souls and seven souls into an enchantment for suppressing demons! She was the most proud female disciple of Shushan before her death, and behind her was the last line of defense in the world. She took the common people as her own responsibility, supplemented by the most powerful mana, this enchantment lasts for 17 years!"

Atai and Qiuqiu said in unison: "Bah."

Ah Tai said: "This is nonsense. It is true that Uncle Qingtong was the one who slayed the dragon, but the barrier was not set by Uncle Qingtong."

Qiuqiu said: "Yes, Sikong, don't listen to his nonsense, a person is dead when he dies, and the soul should fly and scatter, and it can't do any work of setting up a barrier. That barrier is your master. set up."

In fact, Sikong Hu also knew that the legend was true or not, it might not be true.If the enchantment was set up by others, the guardian of Danqingya shouldn't be the master.

Atai said again: "But the general direction is still right. Alas, this matter is sad once mentioned. Didn't Master Sikong rush down Danqingya to find the bones of Uncle Qingtong back then? People die so devastated, of course. He didn't find anything, and in the end, he personally picked off the fallen body and the god's body, went up the mountain again, and reached [-]% of his strength, so he suppressed the barrier, and then retreated from the world. Alas, thanks to Sikong, otherwise the master would probably never come back again. Hey, speaking of which, isn’t the body of the gods a magic weapon of heaven and earth? Why is it on the master Qingtong?"

Qiuqiu said: "How do I know. But how many uncles and uncles died in that battle? It's really disturbing. Come on, everyone pays a stick of silence."

Yu Fei sighed, that story was indeed Shushan's most painful past, he immediately closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

After a stick of incense passed, everyone opened their eyes, Qiuqiu was the first to notice the missing person, "Hey, where's Sikong?"

The night was getting dark, and it was raining outside, and the rain and the wind covered the city with faint silk and bamboo.

There are many lights and shadows by the river, and a girl holds an umbrella to light the sky lantern. The orange light rises like a cloud along with the fragrant and soft steam of rice cakes in the cages of the street vendors.

A banner with the word "Suan" leaned against the river, and the charlatan flapped an old cattail fan, and suddenly opened his eyes.

The young man in black had red lips and white teeth. He was tall and straight and handsome, but his eyebrows and eyes were too dark to melt.Slightly soaked by the floating rain, the facial features are even more vaguely evil, extremely vivid and extremely hesitant.

The liar covered his head with a broken cattail fan, and asked, "Young man, didn't you say that fate is getting thinner and thinner?"

Sikong Hu stopped, squatted down slowly, put an ingot of broken silver on the ground, and said without raising his head, "I don't believe in fate."

Just as the master didn't believe that he was destined to become a demon, he also didn't believe in the paradoxical fate of the master.

The liar handed over charcoal and white paper for the second time and asked him to write a word.

Sikong Hu held the bald charcoal pencil with his slender and thin fingers, straightened the white paper, wiped off the water droplets, and just finished writing.

I have never written it, never read it, or even read it, but I have written it horizontally and vertically, as if I have described it thousands of times in my heart.

One person, two men and one white, that character is "jue".

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It's double-updated and no one plays with me!I'm going to howl!