Master does not ride a dragon

In Ding Fu Ji, after the disciples finished eating melon seeds and peanuts, the boss brought Guiling jelly and almond tea.

Qiuqiu said: "Why do Lingnan people eat these all day long? It's so boring. Why hasn't Yufei come back? Could it be that Sikong can't be found?"

Ah Tai yawned, "Why can't I find it, and I don't have the time to say a few words."

By the river, Yu Fei finally found Sikong Hu.

A little girl next to her was crying and wanted to buy a sky lantern. The mother picked her up and scolded with a smile, "It's raining, why put a sky lantern? When the sky clears and the clouds clear—"

Sikong Hu was sitting on the stone steps by the river in the misty rain, watching the rain ripples on the water.This young man was very concentrated in his trance, with a straight spine, broad shoulders and narrow waist, which was pleasing to the eye from any angle, and attracted the attention of the girls passing by.

Yu Fei was amused, and went over to pat him on the shoulder, "Sikong, it's raining, what are you doing out here?"

It took a long time for Sikong Hu to come back to his senses, "It's raining? Oh, it's raining. I'll come out to get some air, let's go back."

Yufei took Sikong Hu for two steps, then stopped suddenly, and touched his stomach, "Everyone is not full, wait for me to buy a few rice cakes and steamed buns to share."

Sikong Hu was noncommittal, so Yufei went to the small stall and ordered a few dishes, and asked the boss to wrap them up, and Yufei said: "You don't have to worry about what is said in it. Naturally, the uncle returned to Shushan for Danqing Ya and Yangqi Dongyuan have nothing to do with you."

Yu Fei took out his wallet, "Folk legends like to be fabricated, the nineteenth uncle and the sect leader are also good people... well, but when it comes to martial arts, the nineteenth uncle is really useless. Where's my wallet? "

A lazy voice sounded from behind, "Young man, don't change the money yet. You can explain to Uncle Nineteen first, what is meant by 'Uncle Nineteen is really useless'."

Yu Fei turned his head, his face and neck flushed, "Uncle Nineteen, I didn't do it on purpose, I just rushed to talk..."

Chi Shuhuan was holding Yufei's purse in his hand, and he didn't know when he touched it. He leaned on the corridor in a daze, with an expression that he didn't intend to go into it and didn't intend to let it go, "Hurry up? Keep going." Huh?" He glared at Sikong Hu again, "And you, why didn't you explain?"

Sikong Hu had already gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun, "It's none of my business, I have nothing to say."

Sikong Hu bit open the skin of the steamed stuffed bun, and the heat rose, and the young man's dark eyebrows, dark and demonic, made Chi Shuhuan choke when he saw the words in his throat, so he had to look away and continue to train Yufei, "How can you be out of the house?" How can you catch up with your uncle? Even if you talk too fast, how can you catch up with your uncle? Does your uncle usually treat you badly? Do you eat less of Danxia Peak’s pills? And am I called a waste? I am an alchemist Do you know? There is a specialization in surgery, do you understand?"

Yu Fei nodded again and again, "Treat me well, don't eat less, don't eat less, I know, I understand, I understand. Uncle Nineteen, why are you here?"

Chi Shuhuan said: "Nonsense, it's not that I don't trust you, a group of brats are neither serious nor serious, and some monsters appear later, making people sit on their butts and die." He weighed the purse again, "tsk!" With a voice, "You little brats are quite rich. You still eat steamed buns when you are so rich?"

Yu Fei said: "The restaurant is not good, I'll give you some food."

Chi Shuhuan waved his hand, "Bring the big guys, Uncle Nineteen will take you to eat delicious food!"

The two little kids kept up with them, and Chi Shuhuan strode away for a while, then suddenly turned around, "Hey, Sikong, why did your master allow you to go down the mountain?"

Sikong Hu asked strangely: "My master forbids it, how could I come?"

Chi Shuhuan let out an "oh" and turned around.

A group of sloppy disciples followed Chi Shuhuan, the most sloppy elder in the whole Shu Mountain, and the whole team suddenly became distorted.

The great cause of subduing demons and demons has not been accomplished, so the big guy first learned a lot of tricks of life and death.

A few days ago, the old owner of the Wang Family Villa was taken away by General Li Gui, who asked his family to build a temple for him.

Naturally, the family brought gold and silver treasures to Chi Shuhuan, crying, but was sent back by Chi Shuhuan, "If someone wants to build a temple, you can build one for him. After the temple is completed, he will naturally leave. Who will return?" Are you free to stay in the shell with your old man? Carrying this box of gold for me is enough to repair a few buildings?"

Yu Fei said, "Uncle Nineteen, this...isn't that good?"

Chi Shuhuan said: "Don't you understand? They just want to wait for me to say that they can't save it, so that they can leave the old owner in the cold, and they can divide the family property. Let me say this, they have to repair it if they don't repair it. The ghost has to go if he doesn't want to go, and the old owner has to live if he wants to die."

Yu Fei saw that those family members carried the boxes and left with sad faces.

Atai and Qiuqiu squeezed over and gave a thumbs up, "Uncle Shi is amazing!"

Chi Shuhuan was full of embarrassment, "Your uncle and I are, huh, a little useless, but I'm still capable. What shall we have for dinner? So who, Sikong, what are you thinking about?"

A group of more than 20 people has now walked to the edge of the Demon Realm. In recent years, the Demon Realm has been stable, and a few little monsters appear from time to time, so this line is also the must-choice for the disciples to practice their hands.

It was already night, and they had already left the town. Everyone was hungry, each carrying a pile of dry steamed buns, and they were all waiting anxiously for Sikong Hu to show off his "life and death human flesh and bones" to the dry steamed buns.

Autumn is the season, and the trees in the world have their seasons, and their leaves have already fallen bare.Sikong Hu was sitting on the bare black branch, his face upturned in a daze, the full moon in the sky illuminated the young man's face clearly.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Qiuqiu yelled again: "Sikong!"

Sikong Hu finally gave an "um" and looked down at them.

The disciples held dry steamed buns in their hands and looked at him eagerly, while Mrs. Tai added oil and vinegar to the side, "Sikong, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, August [-]th! It's fine if you don't have mooncakes, but don't you have any baked steamed buns?"

Sikong Hu propped his hands on the tree trunk, remained silent for a long time with an unpredictable expression, finally jumped down, pulled the dead branches and leaves, gathered a small fire, and roasted the steamed buns.

Zhenqi replaced bamboo sticks and sticks, steamed buns rolled slowly in the flames, Sikong Hu sat cross-legged by the fire and continued to be in a daze, urging mana to sprinkle cumin noodles and chili noodles from time to time.

With this light of fire, and eating hot steamed buns, a group of young people finally had a festive atmosphere.Since they were not in the well-regulated Shushan Mountain, a group of people simply got together and looked at Chi Shuhuan eagerly, "Uncle Nineteen, tell a story!"

Chi Shuhuan took a bite of the steamed bun, "What story are you telling?"

One person blurted out: "Of course it's the story of the uncle!"

If there is a legend in Shushan, it must be Lu Ju.The west will never fall, the Shu Mountain will never die, and the hero who props up the Danqing cliff is Lu Ju.Every teenager fantasizes about being a unparalleled hero in the world, and every Shushan disciple has a Lu Jue in his heart.

Everyone echoed, "Nonsense, of course it's telling the story of the uncle!"

In another blink of an eye, Sikong Hu was still there.Sikong Hu is very defensive, it seems strange to talk about his master in front of Sikong Hu like this, he will inevitably jump his feet.So everyone quickly changed their words, "It's a big festival, let's talk about something happy, let's talk about how you, Uncle Nineteen, have been single until now!"

Without hesitation, Chi Shuhuan rewarded each of them with a chestnut, "Which pot is not open and which pot is lifted! Get lost!"

The disciples were not discouraged either, and when they were thrown aside, they urged the most gossipy Ah Tai, "Let's talk!"

Ah Tai swallowed the steamed buns in one gulp, "I really heard something new recently. Do you know who the head wife is?"

As long as they could remember, Joaquin was Joaquin, the head's wife, what was his background?

Atai Zhangzhang: "Mrs. Master! Super powerful! Have you ever heard of the Throwing Fire Knife? Is it the golden knife that Uncle Qingtong used to slay dragons?"

After Sikong Hu finished baking the steamed buns, he leaned against the tree again and looked up at the moon.

Strange to say, when he was around the master, Bigu was really terrible.Now that I'm down the mountain, I don't feel hungry.

Especially tonight, August [-]th, the anniversary of Meng Qingtong's death, it was a coincidence that they talked about Meng Qingtong again.

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Thanks to Ding Fu Ji from "Hong Kong Island Brother" for appearing in the film!clap clap clap clap