Master does not ride a dragon

The fire kisses the skates, the clouds will make rain, the waves beat the boat, thousands of ants scratch the internal organs, and the boat sinks and floats in the sea of ​​desire.

There are no begonias in autumn, but it rained last night, and the Wenjun Fuchen water lilies all over the pond were beaten to fill a lot of water droplets, swaying, leaving water droplets in the flower centers.

Sikong Hu felt the wind was cool, tugged at the quilt, and remembered that Lu Ju was beside him, and subconsciously pushed the quilt to the side, his hands stopped suddenly, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

The side is empty.

Sikong Hu woke up most of the time, sat up abruptly, and shouted: "Master?!"

The smell of Xiaoming Taihuaxiang was still there, and Lu Ju didn't go far, but stood by the pond, leaving him with a backlight.

This back figure is very familiar from posture to temperament, very similar to the scene where Lu Ju was angry when he and Chi Shuhuan left Baitouya for the first time.

If I remember correctly, everything happened last night, so I couldn't die, and Lu Ju drank too much—although he also drank some alcohol himself, but there was no reason to shirk it, he was just a sperm.

Not to mention Lu Ju, if this matter was given to him, he would be angry too.

For many years, Sikong Hu "lived under the fence", like a puppy who only knows how to look at his face, and has a good grasp of Lu Ju's emotions. Rubbing to the edge of the pond, he muttered: "Master..."

Lu Ju's complexion was not very good, and he looked down at the few Wenjun's whisks, and moved his eyeballs after a while, "Wake up."

Sikong Hu gave a "hmm" in a daze, "Master... last night, I..."

Sikong Hu didn't know what to say.He didn't want to lie to himself anymore, he couldn't suppress his love anymore, but he kept saying that he would be a teacher for a day and a father for life.

This matter was indeed done wrong, he admitted that he made a mistake, and he admitted that he really regretted it.But what he regretted was that he hurt Lu Ju, not that he confided his sincerity.

Lu Ju has him in his heart, and he has loved Lu Ju for 18 years.

It's a matter of time, what's wrong.

He didn't understand why Lu Ju pushed back and forth and scratched his liver a thousand times in a hurry, so he couldn't help it.

Lu Ju said, "I know it as a teacher."

Sikong Hu was thinking about something, he was taken aback and said, "What?"

Lu Ju turned his head. There was not much sorrow or joy on his face, but it was still the kind of tolerance and forgiveness of the elders towards the younger generation. "Young people have practiced Taoism for too long, and they have some distracting thoughts. They always have to find an outlet. Master can understand."

Lu Ju's words were serious, as if Sikong Hu was the most heroic horse born in the stables, and was born for breeding.

The blood on Sikong Hu's face faded a little, and he softly defended, "No."

Lu Ju continued: "I know as a teacher, you didn't mean it."

Sikong Hu suddenly clenched his fist and said, "I did it on purpose!"

Lu Ju lowered his eyes and stared at him, as if he realized what he was talking about after a while, suddenly raised his long eyebrows, and was about to speak.

Sikong Hu snapped back and said: "I did it on purpose! I have liked Master since I was a child, and Master has always been my sweetheart! I don't say what I want this year, but I will say it next year; if I didn't do this thing yesterday, I will do it in the future! I just want you!"

Before he could finish his sentence, an unbelievable anger finally appeared in Lu Ju's eyes, and he suddenly raised his palm.

Sikong Hu didn't dodge or dodge, he fixed his head up and stared at Lu Jue's exquisite lips, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and those clear eyes were as bright as a light source.

Last night, he carefully kissed every inch of the uneven skin on this face. At that time, he was full of joy, but he didn't expect that Lu Juan left Shushan with him, not because he accepted his intentions, but still with the mentality of caring for the younger generation.

What I have done is clearly a sin.

... Then when he said to Master, "Master is my sweetheart", "Master is the peace of mind of Ah Hu", and "I will tell you once I kiss you"... What was Lu Ju thinking?

Is it step-by-step tolerance, is it forced to suppress helplessness and disgust?

Lu Ju's hand held a strong palm wind, but it didn't come down, barely stopping on Sikong Hu's cheek, and finally turned into a gentle touch, stroking the top of Sikong Hu's hair.

The Taiwei Sword slipped out of the air, and the clouds flowed down from the thin skylight.

Lu Ju said, "Ah Hu, Master will take you to a place."

In the market in the city, the wine flags are waving inside and outside the hundred miles, and the voices are full of people.

Lu Jue brought Sikong Hu to the ground, and showed him a young couple holding their children to try on tiger-toed shoes, and a gray-haired old man buying a bunch of ingot paper money...to show him one by one.

Sikong Hu said: "What are you looking at?"

Lu Judao: "Look at the chaos in this world, the chaos of the world of mortals. Ordinary people can enjoy it, but once they enter the fairyland, they can't do it anymore."

"Fortunately, it's not too late. You have never worshiped under the Shu Mountain. Then, this world can still belong to you."

Sikong Hu raised his head in a daze, watched Lu Ju's thin lips open and close, and showed him the deception.

It turned out that Master had been lying to him from the very beginning.

Seeing that Sikong Hu was silent, Lu Jue continued: "Actually, 18 years ago, Master took you back to Baitouya on his own initiative, and studied step by step how to cleanse the demonic energy, because he wanted you to grow up without being imprisoned. Do as you please, you can live a life like this.”

He is still the Jade Book of Shu Mountain, wherever he goes, all disasters are eliminated, and disasters and chaos are all over.

But Meng Qingtong's death brought out a slight entanglement with the world.

That's why he never taught Sikong Hu the skills of wielding a sword, he only taught him the skills of cooking fire and nourishing the soul, both of which are tricks of self-protection and self-love.

"Everyone says that cultivators can live a long life and ascend to Danxia, ​​but people in the Tao know the suffering. Master doesn't want you to be like this, so he makes his own decisions. But Ah Hu, you are very good, and you have not taken the wrong path of cultivating the Tao. I also know that the true love in this world is precious, and I feel very comforted for my teacher."

"But since this is the case, you should never be dirty as a teacher. Your intentions cannot be accepted by a teacher. Ah Hu, it's not worth it."

The sun was covered by a ray, and in the dark sky, the child in the cotton cap was blown red by the winter wind, suddenly raised his head, and asked excitedly, "Mom, is it going to snow?"

His mother put her hand on the child's cheek and said with a smile, "It's just winter, it's still early."

Sikong Hu lowered his eyes indifferently for a while, and felt that what Lu Ju said was right, but not entirely right.

He hadn't seen much of the world, so speaking of it, this was only his first year down the mountain.

As Lu Ju said, he is nostalgic for the human world, but in the end it is only because there is a master in the human world.

Sikong Hu bit his lip, and suddenly asked: "Master, it's up to me to decide whether it's worth it or not. You can't accept it, is it because I'm not Meng Qingtong?"

Lu Ju looked away.

Sikong Hu continued to ask, "Master, do you know why she died for Jin Yi?"

In his understanding, Meng Qingtong had completely stumbled in love in the world of mortals, and only then gave his life to the Danqing Cliff.

It is this love that Lu Ju doesn't understand.

Lu Ju said, "She didn't die for Jin Yi, Ah Hu."

"You are still young, so you don't know that all living beings in Tianze are actually suffering. But if she is still here, she will definitely tell you that it is not Jin Yi who gave her life for it."

This time it was Sikong Hu's turn to be speechless.

He never thought about what happened that night, but on second thought, if Meng Qingtong was just trying to save Jin Yi, he could have summoned the devilish energy and flew away, instead of risking his life to push the maddened Jin Yi into the Yangqi Cave.

Lu Ju was telling him that apart from love, there are more people and things that need to be taken care of in this world; and, in the whole world, Lu Ju only has a tacit understanding with Meng Qingtong.

Sikong Hu bit his lip, "Master, then what do you want?"

Lu Ju was taken aback.

Sikong Hu said: "Uncle Nineteen asked Master to catch the evil fire demon, so the master went to catch the evil fire demon. Shushan asked the master to guard the Danqing, and the master guarded the Danqing for the Shushan Mountain. If the ghost wanted to run away, the master let it fly away. .Even if I want... Master is willing to give me. Whatever other people think or want, Master is willing to give. What about you? What do you want?"

Few people would ask Lu Ju such a question, but Sikong Hu asked.

After a while, Lu Ju recalled Taiwei, and Chuanyun Yujian again.After half a day, he finally pressed down on the cloud and landed on a reef in the sea.

To the west of Chishui and to the east of quicksand, the big river flows into the sea, and the sea surface makes waves out of thin air.

The north wind blows, and the west wind blows, the sound of waves is everywhere, and the wind and waves blow the sleeves of the two people, wanting to fly.

Lu Ju looked at the layers of white waves above the sea, and didn't say a word for a while, while Sikong Hu followed his gaze and looked into the distance.

The waves go back and forth, hitting the reef, one wave is high and the other is low, and the waves collide with the reef, making a clear and rhythmic surging sound.

Sikong Hu stared at the distant sea, but Lu Ju looked at the side of Sikong Hu, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the flesh and blood and reach the heart.

The bridge of Sikong Hu's nose was so high that it brought out a burst of arrogance, but the curve of his jaw was as gentle as a young man.This sharp-edged boy was brought up by him alone, as if he was the child who followed him around for a piece of iced watermelon yesterday.

He thought he understood Sikong Hu, but he didn't.

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