Master does not ride a dragon

The master raised his head slightly, and a drop of water suddenly rolled onto the bronze mirror.

The next moment, Sikong Hu shot like lightning, and suddenly slapped the Tianling Gai of the person in front of him hard!

A yellow talisman stuck to the perfect face with a strong wind sound, and accompanied by Sikong Hu's mantra: "Ghosts and monsters are exterminated, spirits and monsters are dead! Pretend to be my master, damn it!"

The appearance of "Master" suddenly collapsed, and the bright eyebrows and red lips suddenly turned into a huge black demonic energy, screaming and rushed to the roof, hit the long curtain again, and crashed into the moonlight, but he couldn't stop his speed perish.

Sikong Hu remained silent, staring at the black air rushing and whistling.

The black-clothed boy had a stern expression on his face, but he had no emotion other than that, so he looked extraordinarily ruthless and cold.

But within half a stick of incense, a burst of black air finally died down, turning back into a small golden pill, which "dumbly" landed on the bronze mirror, which was wet by the water stain just now.

Sikong Hu picked up the golden pill, put it in his belt, and opened the long curtain.The city was full of smoke and light again, and he returned to the noisy world.

It is the common monster "Reflection" by the water, which can discriminate what is in the minds of ordinary people, and then turn into the appearance of the person who is thinking in the minds of ordinary people, bewitching people's hearts.But unlike fox demons and so on, Fu Ying does not need human yang energy, but only absorbs the joyful emotions at that moment to form a golden elixir.

He had seen the record in the book, but he didn't expect that Fuying's appearance as Master... would be so vivid.

If it wasn't for the appearance that called "Sikong" that the master would never call, if it wasn't for the appearance that said "I treat you the same", Sikong Hu would almost believe it.

The young man didn't know what it was like in his heart, so he stood quietly by the river for a while.

But it turned out that he didn't run far this trip. After Si Ge finished setting off the sky lantern, he was led down the bridge by the fire bell bouncing around.

The fire bell pointed to the distance, "Brother Sige! Candied haws!"

Sige took out two copper plates, put them in the palm of Huo Ling, and touched the top of Huo Ling's hair, Huo Ling bounced to buy them.

Si Ge didn't eat grass for a long time, and was a little tired. He sat down on the stone steps in the backstage of the theater, poked Sikong Hu's heel with his toe, "What's the matter with you?"

Sikong Hu turned around, "What?"

Si Ge was very patient, "I said what's the matter with you, why does this expression look like you just slept with a girl?"

……this person!Ah no, this deer!In front of the fire bell man, he looked like a deer, but as soon as he turned his face... wretched!

Sikong Hu blushed and walked away.

Si Ge shouted from behind: "Don't run around, Master still has to find you!"

Sikong Hu's head was swollen, he didn't care what Si Ge said, he just walked forward in one go.

The street market is full of all kinds of food and stuff, Sikong Hu was annoyed to see it, turned into a dark alley, went straight through, unexpectedly this side was more lively, wine shop red lights shouted.

Sikong Hu squeezed into the crowd, "Excuse me..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a sharp explosion in his ears, and then a boundless black mist swept down, accompanied by a shrill voice, "Damn boy! Give back my husband's golden core!"

Another rerun!

The black mist demonic energy swept through the market in one go, and then rolled back here, with a huge momentum, screaming and hovering like mountains and seas.

The crowd fled in all directions, but Sikong Hu stood where he was, with no expression on his exquisite face. He took out another yellow talisman and hid it in his palm.

Seeing that Sikong Hu was silent, the black mist swooped down, lifted him straight up like a cold cloud, and the lingering mist groped around him, trying to find the golden elixir.

Sikong Hu was dragged higher and higher, but without any hesitation, facing a little bit of cloud tongue, he took another talisman!

The black mist let out a familiar scream again, and began to collapse rapidly like another shadow.

Sikong Hu was opened with a "bang" by the fog tail, hit a roof ridge, rolled down the stairs again, slapped flat on the green brick floor, struggled for a long time, and couldn't sit up.

Another golden elixir rolled down beside him, and the crowd suddenly gathered around, pointing and pointing, some praised and some were afraid, but no one dared to step forward.

Outside the crowd, someone whispered, "Excuse me."

The voice was not high, but Sikong Hu suddenly raised his head.

The master pushed through the crowd and squeezed in with difficulty. He was relieved to see that Sikong Hu was lying on the ground, although his teeth were clenched tightly, but he was still alive.

Huo Ling pulled Si Ge and barged in, "Oops", "Sikong, what's wrong with you!"

The master squatted down, put two fingers on the gate of Sikong's pulse, pondered for a while, and said, "Sige, go back to the mountain to prepare for the battle."

After all this tossing, Sikong Hu's three souls and seven spirits were slightly unstable, and his master had always been facing a big enemy.

Sige understood, and immediately pulled the fire bell back to the mountain.

Master patted Sikong Hu's forehead and said, "It's all right. Get up, let's go."

The master got up and took two steps, then turned his head, seeing Sikong Hu not moving, he asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Sikong Hu blushed, lowered his head, "My... leg hurts."

The master's face changed, and he quickly pulled back and pressed his hand on the right calf of his superior Sikong, "Here?"

Sikong Hu shook his head, and the master turned to press his left leg, "Here?"

This time there was no need for Sikong Hu to nod his head, the master could feel a strange protrusion under the flesh.

The master's face changed drastically, "Why didn't you tell me earlier when it hurts so much?"

Seeing that Master's face turned pale, Sikong Hu was also a little scared. He quickly put his hands on the ground and stood up bouncing, "No, Master, I didn't get up because I was teasing you. It doesn't hurt. I can go back."

Master didn't believe it, "How could it not hurt. I'll help you."

Master stretched out his hand.

The ring finger was almost as long as the middle finger, clean and well-proportioned, just now the same hand brushed Sikong Hu's jaw, it was oily, soft and greasy.

As soon as that clean hand touched Sikong Hu's forearm, Sikong Hu jumped back like an electric shock. In the crisis, he dragged a broken leg but jumped very nimbly, "No need! Master, really no need!"

Lu Ju stopped his hands and looked at it carefully.

The edges and corners of Sikong Hu's face have just formed, and the sharp and clear outline can be roughly seen. He is no longer a child, but is already described as a teenager.

Young people love face, righteousness, and unconstrained style, he understands it better than anyone else.

Unfortunately, Sikong Hu happened to be the same young man as he used to be in this life, so there was no way to hide any small thoughts about saving face.

Sikong Hu waited for a while with a numb scalp, but saw that the master withdrew his hand and handed him the Taiwei sword, "Okay, you go by yourself."

Sikong Hu had no choice but to take it, and said, "Master, that golden elixir..."

The first Golden Elixir of Fuying was in his belt, he had no courage to take it out no matter what.

But the second golden elixir that was reflected was lying quietly on the ground, and it couldn't be justified if it didn't explain.

The master just glanced at it, and made up a formula casually.

The golden core trembled slightly, and then a thin black mist flowed out with the jade-colored twilight, accompanied by the light of the sky and the moon, and silently poured into the sky.

... just let it go?

Sikong Hu said: "Master!"

The master said: "Fu Ying does not take Yuanyang from people, but just plays with the world. Ah Hu, in this way, it will not be able to make trouble again for more than ten years, which is enough as a warning-it must be forgiving and forgiving."

Sikong Hu gave a "hmm".

In fact, in the final analysis, Sige and Huoling are spirit monsters, and the master who keeps Sige and Huoling by his side is naturally not a serious cultivator.

Sikong Hu leaned on the Taiwei sword and followed his master out of the market.

After all, the master is within three steps, and Sikong Hu is always more cautious. He jumped over the small path outside the city gate, and then jumped over a deserted small bridge, forgetting about the unpleasantness, "Master, I When will this leg get better?"

The master said: "If you hurt your muscles and bones for a hundred days, it will take three or two months."

Sikong Hu said: "Then half a year has passed."

Master said: "How can three or two months be half a year?"

Sikong Hu said: "I am bouncing around like this. My left leg is healed, and my right leg is useless. I have to raise my right leg again. The most disturbing thing is that I don't know if this bouncing will change the length or not. Legs, like rabbits—”

He stopped in the middle of speaking, because the master turned around and looked at his legs quite seriously for a while.

Sikong Hu once again found that his master didn't have a sense of humor, and he believed what others said.Thanks to Sige Huoling who followed closely, Sikong Hu wanted to become a human trafficker even if he was abducted and ran away casually like a master.

Sikong Hu was about to explain, but the master had already lifted the hem of his clothes and squatted down, "Come up."

He quickly waved his hands, but the master's tone was more serious, "There is no one here, come up."

He had no choice but to lie down obediently.The night was swaying in the waves of fireworks, but the fragrance of Xiaomingtaihuaxiang that lingered on the neckline of the master for many years, like water, like wind, like everything without a clear smell.

Walking into the mountain forest, the sky becomes even darker, the stars and moon in the sky are covered by the forest, and there are faint spots of light leaking out, entwined with the occasional fireflies flying in the forest, which is exactly the four directions.

Sikong Hu always felt that the master was thin, but the master carried him on his back for so long, it didn't seem to be a lot of effort, maybe it was because of his cultivation.But Sikong Hu was still a little worried, "Master, do you want to take a break?"

The master turned back, "It hurts?" He stopped and put him firmly on the rock.

The two people looked at each other like this, Master didn't feel uncomfortable, but Sikong Hu was very uncomfortable, he had nothing to say: "Master, I couldn't find you just now. What did you do?"

The master said "oh", took out a thin piece from his sleeve, and handed it to Sikong Hu.

Sikong Hu received it in his hand, his eyes were straight - a sky lantern!It hasn't started yet!It was wrapped in oiled paper, and there were words written in all directions on it, "Water red paper, 3 words"!

Master gently rubbed his index finger and thumb, and a cluster of small flames ignited on the fingertips, "Do you want to let it go?"

It was actually bought for him!

Sikong Hu held the piece of paper in his arms and shook his head wildly—what to put in it!Master buys him something, which is rare in seventeen years, how can he be willing to let it go!Take it home as a family heirloom and offer it up, bathe and burn incense every day to make offerings with love!

Master said, "Yes, you are seventeen. Master still treats you as a child."

As he spoke, he squatted down again, took off his shoes and socks, looked at the redness and swelling on Sikong Hu's leg bone for a while with the flames on his fingertips.

Sikong Hu didn't dare to move, seeing his master squatting in front of him, he remembered that dressing table.The waistline was reflected in the bronze mirror, and the monster-turned-master leaned over, opened his lips to hold...

He hastily pressed his waist until he felt a little bulge of the golden core, and he felt relieved—otherwise he would always suspect that the one in front of him was another shadow.

As a result, the master frowned slightly, and didn't dare to move, but leaned closer to the leg bone, and breathed lightly, so close that his breath brushed against his leg.

The soft warmth covered the redness, and it did not hurt so much for a moment, but Sikong Hu only felt the creeps, and immediately staggered up while supporting the stone, "Master!"

Master raised his head, "What's wrong?"

Sikong Hu said: "Shall we go back?"

Master stood up, "Go back."

Sikong Hu leaned on Master's back again, walked for a while, and broke the silence again, "Master, why don't you ask me?"

The master said: "If you want to speak, as a teacher, you can listen. If you don't want to speak, there are reasons for you."

Does this mean to suspect that he has done something wrong?

Sikong Hu felt that he had done nothing wrong - it was just an embarrassing process, but no bad consequences.

Sikong Hu lay down obediently, and said softly: "Master, as long as you ask, I will never lie to you."

Master said, "Yes."

Sikong Hu said: "What about Master, will you lie to me?"

This time the master paused for a while, and put his arms around the boy's legs, let him lie on his stomach, and continued to walk forward. After a while, he said, "What if I lie to you for the sake of my teacher?"

Sikong Hu didn't need a moment of hesitation, and blurted out: "If Master doesn't tell me, I won't believe anyone. Master can lie to me, even if I know Master lied to me, it doesn't matter."

The master looked back at him, "Why?"

Sikong Hu's eyes were bright and determined, he said: "You are the master."

The mountain path gradually became steeper, and the master slowed down.Until Sikong Hu couldn't help but ask: "Master, the scriptures say that heroes come and go with swords, why don't we go back with swords?"

The master stood still this time, and after a long pause, he said, "Oh, you can still use the sword."

Sikong Hu: ...

The master put him down, and he thought it was funny, so he pressed the end of his eyebrows with his index finger, "I haven't gone down the mountain for a long time, Yu Jian has forgotten. There is still a long way to go, take Yu Jian back. Where is the sword?"

Sikong Hu touched his waist: ...

The master raised his forehead, "...where did it fall? You wait here, I'll go back and get it."

Sikong Hu pondered and said: "It seems... before entering the mountain? Hey master, don't you go? I'm just waiting here? It's almost dawn, master! Master! Master, don't let anyone kidnap you, master!"

The author has something to say:

It is true that the master urgently needs to travel with Bell, so as not to enter the world of mortals, and does not know that Yan Kong's heart is sinister. . .