Master does not ride a dragon

After being injured for a hundred days, the person who said this must have never been taken care of by Lu Ju.

Sikong Hu's almost broken calf bone was reconnected by the master, applied medicine, took medicine, exercised and practiced kung fu... Within a month, Sikong Hu was alive and kicking again, standing between the kitchen and the study.

The weather was getting hot, and Master was afraid of heat and sleepiness. One hand was still flipping through the book, while the other hand pressed his temple, and he fell into a light sleep.

Sikong Hu sat down on his knees with soft hands and feet, carefully looked at the master's sleeping face for a while, and felt more and more that the master's occupation of this mountain was justified.

Not to mention a Baitouya, a Qianqiu mountain should be given to the master, and the whole world should be given to the master.

What's more, the world should be turned into a golden house, and the master should be hidden in it, so that no one else can see it.Although this is wrong, it is always okay to think about it.

He played the cattail fan for a while, and the cool breeze was blowing on his face. The master probably felt cool, so he changed his posture, stretched his right hand forward, and fell asleep with his head resting on it.

Facing the right hand stretched out in front of his eyes, Sikong Hu had complicated emotions.

Finger pulps, knuckles, phalanges, nails, blue blood vessels under the skin, and the ups and downs flowing in the blood vessels, everything is familiar.

If that night was real, he should have kissed this hand.

The more Sikong Hu looked at it, the more he hated his master, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that his heart could be punished.

So he planned to run away from home for the third time, leaving as soon as he said he would, with a small burden on his back.

Countless pale yellow cornflowers bloomed on the mountain road, swaying and clamoring that freedom is priceless, young man Sikong walked this time without hesitation and never looked back.

In the afternoon, the sunlight was intense, and the forest fell through the gaps in the tree crowns, illuminating a figure sitting on a rock in front of him brightly and transparently, as if he was wearing white clothes, as if he was holding a sword, as if he was tall and thin.

Sikong Hu stepped forward with one foot and retracted it.Wasn't Master still sleeping just now? !What kind of supernatural power is this? !

It wasn't until that person turned his head around and revealed a face clearly different from his master's that Sikong Hu was relieved.

This person looks to be in his 30s, where is his master?

Moreover, the white clothes are not white clothes, they are illuminated, revealing their original color when they move, but red clothes, which are quite eye-catching, quite disturbing, and quite unsightly in the deep mountains and old forests.

Sikong Hu asked himself while thinking, do I know this person?Otherwise why did he come here?

The man came to the side, a few steps away, curled his fingers, "kid, come here."

Sikong Hu thought to himself, Qianqiu Mountain Baitouya, my master's site!If the master is not here, then I will call the shots!

Landlord Sikong walked over with his hands behind his back in a majestic manner, and nodded, showing his kindness as a landlord.

The man looked at Sikong Hu carefully for a while, his expression suddenly became a little unpredictable, and he said, "Where is Lu Ju? I am his younger brother, the elder of Dansha Peak in Shushan, Chi Shuhuan."

Strange, the master is actually from Shushan.With such a big background, and a junior, I don't know if it is a real junior or a fake junior.

If it is a fake junior, the master will naturally deal with it.

If it is a real junior, then if you don't behave politely now, you will suffer in the future.

So Sikong Hu bent down neatly, "Master Uncle."

Chi Shuhuan said: "Hello, nephew. Are you working under his sect? Is he in there? Come, give me a hand."

Sikong Hu wondered why he was pulling me inside and outside, and said: "I am the master's apprentice." As he spoke, he pulled his green sword.

Only then did Chi Shuhuan hold the other end of the green sword and walked a few steps forward, walked up to Sikong Hu, looked back, and said "Tsk", "He still has apprentices. Excuse me, take me to find your master. What are you doing with your backpack?"

Sikong Hu hurriedly put the burden away in his arms, thinking something bad, I came out and ran away from home, why did I bring someone back? !

I have to say that Sikong Shaoxia's journey away from home was really bumpy.

It seems that the master really has some background, he is really from Shushan, and there are really some unknown stories.

In fact, the master's expression changed the moment he saw Sikong Hu and Chi Shuhuan talking, and then he shut Sikong Hu out of the study, and the two of them were plotting something unknown.

Huoling also knew that she was not a human being, not a spirit beast that came out of the fairy cave like Sige, and when she saw Chi Shuhuan, she found a box and hid in it.

Si Ge was serving tea inside, and only Sikong Hu was left squatting on the ground holding a branch and scribbling around.

Sikong Hu was very curious, couldn't help but boldly made a trick, let the wind blow to his side, and heard a few words along the wind.

"...The seal of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Spring is unstable, there is a gap in the barrier, the monsters are moving, and they are causing harm to the world again! The head of the sect retreats, right now only you can—" It was Chi Shuhuan's voice.

"Four songs, see off the guests." Master's voice.

The door of the study was opened, and Sige made a gesture like a deer, "Please."

Chi Shuhuan was not angry either, and stood at the door and stretched his waist, "I'm just going through a process, after all, I can't justify not inviting you. If you don't go, you won't go, and your apprentice will do the same."

Sikong Hu raised his head suddenly, his eyes lit up with a "ding".

I! ?go? !

But the master made him bow his head again with a look, and the master said, "He can't do it."

Chi Shuhuan said: "Young people always have to practice, don't you also—"

The master said, "He is different. He is a mortal body and has not yet formed a pill."

Chi Shuhuan said: "Hasn't formed a pill yet? How is it possible? That's not the case in your meeting, and the eldest sister also—"

Master then?Who is the big sister?Sikong Hu raised his ears to listen.

The master closed his eyes and said, "Ahu, go to practice."

Sikong Hu threw away the small wooden stick, and went to practice in desperation.

Although the master said that, Sikong Hu still has a certainty about his own ability.

Although the spiritual power is low and close to nothing, but the talisman drawing is good, and the kung fu is not bad. He surrendered the two reflections last time.If Master hadn't released the monster, he would be one of the top young heroes in the cultivation world now.Of course, the main thing is that Master taught well.

... None of this is important, the important thing is that Chi Shuhuan can take him down the mountain!

No more sneaking away from home, no more tossing and turning next door to the master, no more being blushed by what the master said, and wanting to slap myself in the face when it was over, no more blaspheming the god-like master in my mind!

many!over!beautiful!

Sikong Hu turned a corner at the same place, turned to the back door of the study and opened the door to enter, lightly opened the iron box containing the weapon, took out a large black iron crossbow from inside, and held it in his hand with a heavy weight.

The voices outside stopped, probably Chi Shuhuan had left.

He pursed his lips and listened to the master's voice for a while, imprinted the sigh in his mind, then turned out of the study lightly, and chased down the mountain along the same road.

Chi Shuhuan walked with his sword, Sikong Hu sat on his green sword "Huaimo", the cool wind from high above made the black clothes rattle.

Chi Shuhuan is a person who wears lively clothes and is friendly. He can say everything after just a few questions. Why is it that a dragon that has been dead for many years has reappeared in the world this time? What needs to be subdued is the evil fire demon, or something like that.

Sikong Hu felt that he had learned a lot of new knowledge, but he also had a lot of new questions, "Senior—"

Chi Shuhuan waved his hand, "If you want to call me, just call me Nineteen... Nineteenth Martial Uncle." He pointed to a fire at the bottom of the mountain, "I found it, and the evil fire demon is there. Let's go!"

Hui Mo rushed down, straight into the sea of ​​flames, Sikong Hu's scalp became tense, "Uncle Master! I don't have mana, at most I can draw you a talisman or something—"

Chi Shuhuan turned his head and smiled, "You are his apprentice."

Tongues of fire rushed towards him, and the evil fire demon opened his mouth and roared, expelling the overwhelmed mortals.

Huimo's blue light flashed, and returned to Chi Shuhuan's hand, a blue light sword formula flicked towards the face of the fire demon, Chi Shuhuan shouted: "Force him to use Yuanhuo!"

Sikong Hu pulled his bow and crossbow bravely, and tried his best to aim at Huomo's right eye, "Uncle Nineteen, I really have no mana!"

Chi Shuhuan's three and two strikes provoked the evil fire demon to roar, and the flames became more intense. He moved deftly in the sea of ​​flames, and even jumped behind Sikong Hu and patted him on the shoulder, "Do you know who your master is?" Who? Ordinary people, he wouldn't even take a look, let alone accept him as an apprentice. So, you must have something special."

Sikong Hu opened his mouth, but was finally speechless.

What is so special about him? !His outstanding feature is that he can cook, but can the evil fire demon eat it? !

The Huimo Sword swung out another beam of light, and the strength shook Sikong Hu almost unsteadily.

Chi Shuhuan stretched out his hand to support him, "Think about it, why can you subdue two shadows without mana? It is absolutely impossible for a mortal body that has not yet formed an alchemy not to be confused by shadows, and it is even more impossible to subdue shadows with only a spell." Ying. You do have mana, it’s just not on you, or you don’t know how to use it.”

A tongue of fire rolled up, Sikong Hu didn't have time to think about it, Zhang crossbow shot an arrow, and in a panic, he hit the arrow crookedly, piercing the wings of the tongue of fire.

Huo Mojuan let out a scorching roar, and Chi Shuhuan patted him on the back appreciatively, "It's ok! Look, what am I talking about?" .

Sikong Hu felt cold all over his body, he had no experience, and he knew that it was absolutely impossible to injure the evil fire demon with only bows and crossbows.

He didn't look at the sea of ​​flames around him, and slowly raised his hand in front of his eyes.

These hands are slender than the master's, and there is a force that he doesn't know about flowing in the veins of his wrists.

Master knew, but Master never told him.

"What if I lie to you as a teacher?"

Sikong Hu thought about this possibility, when he firmly said that he would not be angry.

However, just like cutting hands with a kitchen knife, Master has said "be careful" ten thousand times, but only when the blood comes from the actual cut do you know the pain.

The black iron crossbow stretched to the limit, making Sikong Hu's arms tremble with pain.

He gritted his back molars tightly, shot an arrow, and there was a sound of "collapse".

The evil fire demon let out a cry of pain, and brushed his tongue of fire across his injured face. Immediately, the demonic gas turned into a black and red entity, galloping towards Sikong Hu, and directly reached his chest.

Sikong Hu didn't have time to dodge, but the black iron crossbow in his hand trembled suddenly, and a burst of black air grew wildly, like ivy climbing a wall, quickly weaving a barrier made of black and gold threads, and suddenly blocked in front of him.

The tongue of fire touched the black gold net, licking a hole in the big net, and then retreated a few feet screaming.

The black air and gold net in front of him condensed into a solid body, from the top of the head to the toe of the boot, and the silk thread piled up to form a girl's body.

The jet-black high ponytail was tied up with a pair of golden bells, and the tip of the hair brushed against Sikong Hu's chin, and he turned back angrily.

fire bell? !Is the ghost attached to this black iron crossbow a fire bell?No wonder Huo Ling hides in the weapon box all day long!

Huo Ling's anger was no small matter, his eyes were red with anger, and he stretched out his hand to push Sikong Hu back, "Sikong! How could you sneak down the mountain?! Do you know Master... how could you steal me away?! You I can't use my mana—"

The fire receded for a moment, and then came back even more viciously.

The fire bell hastily blocked it, pushing Sikong Hu back.

But Sikong Hu didn't move, his broken hair was blown back by the twisted air, and his expression was almost fierce.

"What is my mana?"

In this way, what Uncle Nineteen said is true.

The master hid his mana and made him a happy waste on Baitou Cliff.

Just being trash is not a big deal, or even a good thing.

It's not that he doesn't want to be trash, but Master lied to him.

Deceit can be perfunctory, it can be disgust, it can be intentional, but it cannot be love alone.

Huo Ling was impatient, "When are you still talking about this?! The evil fire demon came out of Wanguiquanqu, eight Chi Shuhuan can't beat it, don't hold back—"

Tongues of flames swept up from behind her slowly with black air, Sikong Hu's expression froze, and he slapped the fire bell away suddenly, "Get out of the way!"

The raging fire mixed with the scorching demonic energy rushed towards the face, and the black silk and gold net of the fire bell was scattered before it could spread out in time, and the person was stuffed behind Sikong Hu.

Sikong Hu shot another arrow, this time it was more accurate, directly piercing the blood-red eye, causing the demon to scream.

The sky-high primordial fire was finally forced out, and the jet-black devilish energy rushed towards Sikong Hu.

This time there was no fire bell in front of him, Sikong Hu's arm was burned and trembling, his fingers loosened, and the black iron crossbow fell to the ground, his body was lifted up by the evil force until he fell into the red-hot outer flame , He just realized that this place is a mountain top.

The top of the mountain is verdant and verdant, stretching for thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Beyond the mountains and rivers, there is a jade-colored sword slashing fiercely.

Sikong Hu's eyes gradually blurred, and as the tongue of flame receded, the scorching pain spread in all directions.

The author has something to say:

Young man, you have to know that Master lied to you, once, twice, three times, four times, just get used to it.

PS Thank you friends for calling, collecting and commenting!Thank you Empty Wine Bottle for five!ten!Bottle of nutrient solution!

It's too proud!I am a newcomer!Eye-opening!

five!ten!

What is the concept of fifty bottles, rounded up is a bright red heart!

(Although I don't know what the nutrient solution is for, but I don't care, give it to Master to drink. Gudu Gudu Gudu.)