Master does not ride a dragon

It's going to be winter, Liangxiang is located in the north, and the pale sky is filled with clouds and snow.

But to the east of Liangxiang is the East China Sea, the sky is always not cold enough, the snow is holding back and refuses to fall, and there is a quiet mania surging under the clouds.

The roadside long pavilion was originally inaccessible, but at this time there were many people bustling around. In the middle sat a young man in black. From a distance, his waist was straight, his shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow, and he was very handsome.

When you get closer and look at it again, you can’t help laughing—the boy in black looks like a fairy, but there are two iron sticks in his round lips, and he is yelling indistinctly while bowing his head to roast meat, "One penny and one skewer! Shan Shangye Pork, if you don’t eat it, you’re not rich!”

Wild pork is of course rare, and it is really delicious when roasted. Passers-by tacitly lifted their robes, put on expensive mink skins bought for dozens of gold, squatted on the ground, munched, "Sweet! Come again!" Ten sticks!"

The young man raised his eyes, "I haven't hunted enough wild boars, there are only ten skewers left, and the purchase is limited."

The mink wearer is also very tempered, "Then when will there be more? I asked my family to come out of the city to eat."

The young man said: "Follow the fate." It means to leave after earning this ticket.

The man in mink felt a little regretful, "Would you pack it up for me? I, I'll take it home and warm it up for them. Make a price."

The boy didn't change his face, "One or two, one string."

The man in ermine said: "Yes!"

Another person said: "I'll give you 20 taels, give me ten skewers!"

Chi Shuhuan watched the meat skewers auctioned for a while, squeezed through the smell of barbecue, walked over, raised his foot, and touched the boy's knee with the sole of his foot, "Hey, little Sikong, don't just sit on the ground and raise the price, give me the price." Keep two strings."

Without raising his head, Sikong Hu sprinkled the cumin chili noodles neatly, "Hi, Uncle Nineteen, we meet again. Didn't you hear? Two by two."

Chi Shuhuan swallowed, and suddenly asked loudly: "Hey, little cook, how did you roast the meat? Why didn't you see the fire? Are you a human or a ghost?"

In fact, Sikong Dendrobium’s barbecue guy is an iron plate of hot cobblestones, with no open flame, and it is steaming hot—naturally, it uses true energy.

The man in the ermine also wondered: "Oh, really, why is there no fire? Could it be some crooked way? I don't want it, I don't want it, who wants a string of two or two? Give it to him."

The man said: "I don't want it anymore, whoever wants it, whoever wants it, I'm so scared after eating."

These days, Liangxiang is often haunted by ghosts and demons, and everyone carries their belts to run around, that is to say, these rich people are reluctant to part with their family property and are unwilling to lose it all at once.

Seeing that Sikong Hu's meat was grilled so wickedly, the onlookers immediately thought of all kinds of rumors and scattered like birds and beasts.

Sikong Hu held a large number of iron skewers in his hand and anxiously said, "Hey, you! You haven't paid me yet!"

The two men in ermine had already run away, with a cloud of loess flying behind them.

Chi Shuhuan said: "I'll give it to me, a string of pennies, right? I'll give it! Come on, give me the meat quickly."

Sikong Hu smiled cruelly, and pointed, the meat skewers were grilled with zhenqi so that they were shiny and sizzling, and turned into charcoal in a short while.

He threw the meat skewers on the cobblestone, "Don't forget to give the money." After speaking, he lifted his foot and left.

Chi Shuhuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and shouted at the top of his voice, "You've been tricked by money! Just cut a square hole in your face and you can use it as money!"

Sikong Hu really took money into his eyes.Because when Lu Ju left, he also took the stone cup with him.

Sikong Hu didn't earn money, and he loves delicious food and spicy food, plus he has Huoling's picky mouth by his side, how can he live a miserable life?

In the final analysis, it is still because of lack of ability-think about Lu Ju, at his age, he is already capable of forging magical weapons, but what about him? ... He survived by hunting wild boar kebabs.

Every day, his face was covered with vicissitudes and black ashes, and every time Chi Shuhuan cut off his financial resources, he sulked with Chi Shuhuan during the day, and was beaten by the fire bell at night.

Sikong Hu rushed away angrily for a while, and finally turned around and burst out, "Can't you not follow me?!"

Chi Shuhuan spread his hands, "The master told us to hunt down, so we have to hunt down. Even if your master goes back, you can't get away with it."

After returning to the mountain, Lu Ju changed his temperament, completely ignored this apprentice, and let him be killed or cut by the head of the sect.

Naturally, it's also because Sikong Hu's wings are hardened now, and although he doesn't know how to control a sword or swordsmanship, he is very good at outlining spells and playing tricks.

Even though the elders and his disciples chased him to the ends of the earth, Sikong Hu hid his demonic energy without a trace, squatting still on the side of the road, grilling meat and laughing, sitting on the ground and raising prices, the rogue was justified.

Sikong Hu jumped up, "Uncle, why don't you count your weight? Can you catch me?"

Chi Shuhuan said "hey", "What can you say, just because no one else can find you, and only I caught you three times, I can rank fifth in the list of Shushan heroes?"

Sikong Hu couldn't help but roll his eyes, because others rely on brains to find him, but Chi Shuhuan has no brains, and can find him entirely by taste.

But Sikong Hu was silent, and suddenly asked: "Who are the top four?"

Chi Shuhuan counted on his fingers, "Sect Leader, Senior Brother, Senior Wife, Senior Sister."

Sikong Hu lowered his head, rubbed his toes, sniffed, turned his head and left.

There is a long official road outside the gate of Liangxiang. Sikong Hu doesn't use much energy now, and he doesn't know how to control a sword. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are measured by his feet, and he slowly moves into the city with the heavy Yukang crossbow on his back.

The young man doesn't know the heat and cold, and he wears the black and black bunt all year round, a little thin and weak, and in the eyes of insiders, he even feels a little numb and sad.

Chi Shuhuan chased after him, put his arms around the boy's shoulders, and walked towards the city with him.

Sikong Hu took it for granted that he disliked it, "Get your dirty hands away!"

Chi Shuhuan said: "Dirty hands, how can you talk to the uncle? If the master doesn't follow you, who will take you to eat, drink, and wear gold and silver?"

Sikong Hu glanced at him, Chi Shuhuan said with a smile: "What are you pretending to do, every time you meet me, you'll hit me hard, and now your wallet is empty again?"

Except for Meng Qingtong, a dead man, among the top four in combat power on Mount Shu, the remaining three are all ruthless outsiders who are very open to things like "reincarnation", although Joaquin sometimes loses two There were only a few tears, but the caliber of the top three was very unified, "Young boy is young boy, Sikong is Sikong".

In comparison, Chi Shuhuan is probably the most pessimistic one.

In the past on Mount Shu, Sikong Hu was a chick under Lu Ju's wings, and Chi Shuhuan couldn't say anything; I feel embarrassed.

The elders and big disciples on the mountain were kicked down the mountain by Meng Yunzhong to hunt down Sikong Hu. Chi Shuhuan took advantage of the troubled waters and released water a few times; releasing water is not counted, but we should also care about the reincarnation of Meng Qingtong. Standard of living, walking in front of Sikong Hu from time to time, pretending to yawn, dropping a purse by the way.

Unexpectedly, Sikong Hu refused to eat soft and hard, so he went down the donkey field to pick up sesame seed cakes to eat. He thought that someone had dropped his purse, so he picked it up and threw it on the back of his head, "Hey, your purse It's gone!...Uncle Nineteen?"

The first few times, when Sikong Hu turned his head and ran away, Chi Shuhuan had no choice but to hug the young man's thigh and groan, "No, let me tell you, can you not be so honest? You're a fart, can I beat you?" ?!"

Born once and acquainted twice, Sikong Hu was tempered by thick-skinned Chi Shuhuan to become another thick-skinned, so it is not surprising that Chi Shuhuan chased him to Liangxiang.

He stood still and spread his hands, "Yes, the money has been spent, uncle, give me some more."

Chi Shuhuan pinched his shoulders, "tsk", "This is the only thing you wear on such a cold day? Where's the padded jacket? Master——"

Chi Shuhuan limped his tongue and quickly shut up, only then remembered that Sikong Hu had never worn cotton clothes.

The four seasons on Baitouya are like spring, summer and autumn, but there is no winter. The reason is that Sikong Hu's size is refurbished too quickly, and Lu Ju really can't learn how to sew winter cotton clothes.

The winter wind was dry and cold, Chi Shuhuan turned the matter over, took Sikong Hu to the restaurant for dinner, and took the lead in patting money to wrap up the second floor, "Serve the wine!"

Xiao Er ran up with the wine jar, and saw two tall figures by the window, one of them was still the sweet and obedient young man in black with a fierce expression, the other was much older, but he was dressed in red. The raw face of the clothes.

Xiao Er was delighted when he saw it, "Hey, young man, have you changed your partner?"

Sikong Hu was finally willing to raise his eyes for a glance, the light in the corner of his eyes was sinister and cold, Xiao Er hurriedly put down the menu with a "bah", "I didn't say anything."

As much as Chi Shuhuan was older than people, his temper was much younger than people. He said dog-leggedly, "What's the matter, have you been here before?"

Sikong Hu didn't answer, just patted Yukang on the back, "Huoling, come out and order."

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