Master does not ride a dragon

The thatched cottage in the mountains is cool in summer, and when the morning breeze blows, Sikong Hu slowly opens his eyes.

Si Ge turned back into a white deer, probably full of grass, and slept soundly on the ground.Huo Ling was sitting beside him playing with string, and his thin fingers stroked the white deer's fur from time to time.

There was a man standing under the window, with a clean white shirt and a high bunch of black hair, and the smell of Xiaoming Taihua's fragrance permeated the room.

Sikong Hu looked at the back for a long time, and called softly: "Master."

The master turned around and said, "Ahu."

Sikong Hu sat up propped up, looked around himself, and found that his body was intact.

He said, "Master, is the evil fire demon dead?"

Master said, "Yes."

"Is it because you came that it will lose?"

The master looked at him for a while, and then said, "Ahu, what do you want to ask?"

Sikong Hu bit his lower lip, "Master, I forced out the primordial fire that swayed the evil fire demon."

That's good.

In fact, when Lu Ju came, the evil fire demon was gone.Just like a bee stings a person and is dragged out of his internal organs, and a ball of primordial fire is forced out, this fire demon is also finished.

At that time, Sikong Hu forced out the primordial fire, causing the fire demon to burn wildly like a flash of light, and he was swept down the valley, Lu Ju only had time to dive down with Yujian and fish him up.

Other than that, nothing special.

Sikong Hu's soul was only shaken, and he didn't even have any burns on his body.

Lu Ju was silent for a while, and then said: "You forced it out, so what?"

Sikong Hu said: "However, if Uncle Nineteen can't do it, how can I..."

The master didn't even move his eyebrows, and lied without changing his face, "You are my disciple, so naturally you have something special."

Sikong Hu was stunned for a long time, Chi Shuhuan said "You do have mana", Huo Ling said "Your mana can't be used", a bunch of words turned into dying bees, buzzing loudly.

He lowered his head, "Master, you never said that."

The master didn't say anything, he had been on Baitouya since he could remember, and he didn't even know the names of his biological father and mother.

The master still didn't say anything, and held the black iron crossbow with both hands.

Sikong Hu looked at his master sitting on the edge of the bed, stroked the crossbow inch by inch with his fingers, and carefully placed it on his lap.

The master's voice was very gentle, "It's best if you don't go down the mountain, but I can't stop you as a teacher. In that case, I'll give you this crossbow. It's called 'Yukang', and it's made of black iron from the spring of Baiyuan Cave. The magic weapon—"

Sikong Hu suddenly said loudly: "I don't want it!"

The master was taken aback, and withdrew his hand, "Ahu, it's wrong for you to go down the mountain without permission, but I don't mean to blame you as a teacher. But Yukang was originally refined for you, and now it is given to you, and it is also returned to the original owner."

Sikong Hu gritted his teeth, his eyes were sore and astringent, he turned his head away, "It's better to return my mana to its original owner."

Master let go of his hand and stood up slowly.

Sikong Hu took a peek, and found that the master's expression was very scary.

Master's tone was cold, "Who told you that."

Sikong Hu said: "So, it is true."

Lu Ju frowned.

This is not a question sentence, nor is it a reconfirmation, Sikong Hu is just telling him: You lied to me, and I know it.

He has mana, and it is by no means ordinary mana.

Huoling knew it, Si Ge knew it, even Chi Shuhuan who met for the first time knew it, only he didn't know it.

But the master never told him, kept him in the dark, and told him to plan to spend his whole life as a housewife.

Master lied to him for 17 years.

Sikong Hu's eye circles gradually turned red, but his expression was stubborn, and he refused to shed any tears.

The master didn't intend to coax him, turned around to get the Taiwei Sword, and said, "Get up when you wake up, and follow me back to Qianqiu Mountain."

The master's tone was rarely severe, but Sikong Hu didn't move, he just asked, "Where is the nineteenth uncle?"

His first thought was that he would rather go through the wind and rain with Chi Shuhuan, cast down demons and die in the flames, and don't want to see his master again.

The master didn't raise his head, and he returned to a little calm, "You are my disciple, Lu Ju, and you don't have any nineteenth uncle. Get up, and come back to Qianqiu Mountain with me."

Sikong Hu looked at Master's side face, and his thoughts finally turned to the second level.

He thought to himself, but if he left with Chi Shuhuan, he would never know what year and month it would be when he saw Master again.

Master lied to him, but so what?

It's over as soon as the eyes are closed and opened, and it's just a one-time cheat, it's not a big deal.

He stood up, put "Yu Kang" on his shoulders, and walked out the door with Master silently.

Sikong Hu hadn't seen his master Yujian yet—in fact, he hadn't even seen Taiwei's sword unsheathed.

Taiwei sword is slender and not weak, far less majestic and eye-catching than Huimo, but the jade-colored sword light is gentle and appropriate, Sikong Hu couldn't help touching it lightly, and sat on it carefully.

The master glanced at him, "Who taught you to sit on the sword? Stand up."

Sikong Hu wiped off his sweat, "Yes, I also think it's dangerous to sit on a sword. If you accidentally get a bloody cut, you'll have pain in your butt for the rest of your life."

The master was annoyed, "Stand still."

Sikong Hu stood up, fearing that he would not be able to stand still, so he boldly grabbed the corner of the master's sleeve.

Anyway, Master lied to him, so he has to make an inch, so that Master will not suffer, and he will not be angry, perfect!

The white clouds are like the mist that flows out of the stove when steaming sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, flowing over in puffs, and the smell of the master also brushes over Sikong Hu's face.

Sikong Hu's mood suddenly improved, after all, it was the first time to control the sword with his master.

The white clouds brushing over Master's shoulders are not the steam of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, but the real clouds with thousands of clouds and shimmering auspicious lights.

Master is so good-looking, it makes people happy.

When he was happy, he would talk a lot and ask a lot of questions, "Master, why do you say that all the rioters this time are evil fire demons?

Why are there so many evil fire demons?

Since it is a fire demon, why is it so difficult to find?

Doesn't the fire demon just catch fire? "

The master didn't have a big head, and pointed to the transparent air and said, "Ah Hu, look. In the four directions, there is Dharma Qi cultivated from pure Qi, and there is Demonic Qi cultivated from turbid Qi. They all have a reaction to each other. Swinging evil fire Demons live in the Ten Thousand Ghost Springs in the caves of the Demon Realm, and coexist with the dragons. They are the most sensitive monsters to perceive the demonic energy. Therefore, there are some fluctuations in the demonic energy in the world, and they are the first to perceive them. Once awakened, the demonic energy in the world will become more intense , so more evil fire demons will wake up. If you improve your skills, you will be able to feel that the air is full of condensed silk threads—"

This kind of dialogue is really metaphysical, Sikong Hu shook his head, shaking his head out of the water.

Sikong Hu interrupted, "Then, Master, is there a red line?"

Master tilted his head in surprise, "Red line?"

Sikong Hu tilted his head, with a thoughtful expression on his face, "Is it true that those old red lines mentioned in the scriptures, marriages in this life are determined in previous lives, and marriages of thousands of miles are linked by a thread?"

The corner of the master's mouth twitched, probably thinking that Sikong Hu is a child after all, always thinking endlessly, "No. However, if you fall in love with a girl in the future, the master can pick a red thread for you."

Sikong Hu suppressed a smirk and said, "How do you choose?"

The master thought for a while, and said, "The betrothal gift of the mortal family is nothing more than sambal, shark's fin, gold and silver treasures? If you want to know, you can ask Si Ge after you go back. But what are you doing? Ask this—"

Sikong Hu tugged at the corner of Master's sleeve and pondered for a while, "But, Master, I think that since this gift is for the sweetheart, it should choose the thing that the sweetheart likes the most. For example, if you want to give the gift to Master, it should be immortal Book jade pens, famous sword bows, each with eight boxes. There are also steamed yellow flowers with fermented glutinous rice, glutinous rice balls, lily mung bean paste, chestnut noodle dim sum, Longjing fried shrimp..."

The master smiled back and poked him between the eyebrows, "Nonsense."

Sikong Hu was in such a smile by the master, and was poked by the master again, he was in a good mood again, and once again felt that it didn't matter what kind of spiritual power or lies, and it would be good for him to be a housekeeper on Qianqiu Mountain.

Yujian reached the boundary of Qianqiu Mountain, Taiweijian pressed down the cloud head and drew an oblique angle.

The two of them crossed the cover of the white clouds with one sword, and the green mountains, green waters and bright sun of thousands of miles appeared in front of their eyes.

Sikong Hu said: "Master, can we see Qianqiu Mountain from here?"

Master said: "Yes. After passing this mountain, then—"

While speaking, Taiweijian sprinted forward, quickly slashing across a cloud.

Sikong Hu hurriedly stood firm, "What's wrong, Master?"

Master didn't speak, but stared at the ground with a very wrong expression.

Sikong Hu followed his gaze and exclaimed, "Master! The one on fire is... Baitouya!?"

——On the ground, one of the green mountains towers high, and half of the mountain is trapped in a sea of ​​flames.It is Baitouya!

The master turned sideways, stretched out his right arm to hold Sikong Hu in his arms, and said in a low voice, "Stand firm."

Before the words were finished, the Taiwei Sword suddenly flowed into a jade-colored ray of light, and quickly flowed towards the mountain in the sea of ​​flames.

Sikong Hu was so excited that he couldn't open his eyes, so his master made a trick and said in a low voice, "Sifang Umbrella."

A faint ray of light opened with a "bang", and a big umbrella surrounded the two of them, creating a coolness in the sea of ​​fire.

The square umbrella fell to the ground, and the two masters and apprentices stood on the top of Baitou Cliff, silent for a while.

The flames were still raging, and the kitchen was already full of firewood, billowing black smoke.The study was not spared either, and the sound of beeping could be heard endlessly.

Sikong Hu's face was livid, and he rushed forward angrily, "Master, your book—"

Lu Ju pulled him back into the umbrella, "No more."

Sikong Hu turned his head back, his face was a little flustered, "Master, there are... and the sky lantern you bought."

Lu Ju's expression eased, and he said softly, "I'll buy it again."

Sikong Hu wiped his face, a little dazed, "It's all right, why did it catch fire?"

Lu Ju squatted down, twirled the wet black soil with his thumb and index finger, and then stood up, "No root fire. It's the evil fire demon."

Sikong Hu knew that there was more than one evil fire demon, but it was shocking to meet two within a few days, but since the rootless fire has no roots, it cannot be extinguished, "Master, what should we do? When everything burns out, rebuild your home..."

Lu Ju let go of him, closed his eyes quietly, put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, raised his arm slightly to point to the air, and felt the flow of spiritual power in the air.

Sikong Hu held his breath and concentrated, not daring to disturb, looking up at his master's peaceful face.

The flickering fire was reflected on the master's cheek, and the bookish atmosphere was so thick that it couldn't be dissipated. I didn't know where the fire was.

After a while, Lu Ju withdrew his hand and sighed, "Ahu, let's go down the mountain with Master. Master will take you to conquer demons."

Sikong Hu said: "What about Baitouya? We don't want it anymore?"

Master used the sword again, "Yes. But...in fact, the reason why no one has come and gone on Baitou Cliff these years is because Master has made an enchantment. Others think they can walk in, but in fact they walked into another mountain .”

Sikong Hu recalled that Chi Shuhuan said "Give me a hand" that day, so it turned out that Master really created a barrier on the entire mountain!What kind of supernatural power is this? !

He was dumbfounded, and he still didn't forget to ask, "Then why do we want to get rid of the demon?"

The master's voice was very tired, but he still stretched out his hand to pick off a little fly ash floating on Sikong Hu's hair, "Go and find the evil fire demon, and get back our things. You need a magic weapon called Bai Yuanying to make a barrier. There is only such a thing in the world, but it was taken away by the evil fire demon. Otherwise, how do you think that a mere rootless fire can burn into the enchantment of the teacher?"

Sikong Hu was dizzy by the words "the only one in the world" and "the only one who is the only one", and he quickly tightened the corner of his master's sleeve.

The mental activity of pulling the sleeve corner this time is different from just now. The sleeve corner just now is a piece of Master’s sleeve corner, and now this piece of sleeve corner is the only one in heaven and earth, full of aura, shining golden, and it is also Master’s !Cut off a piece and it's a pure family heirloom!His children and grandchildren will all be—

Oh, he won't have children and grandchildren, and he still has to accompany the master.

After getting back Bai Yuanying, he will stay peacefully with his master on the Baitou Cliff until he really turns bald, and will never go out again.

The master wondered, "Ahu, what are you doing by pulling my sleeve?"

Sikong Hu blurted out: "It's nothing, I just want to cut your sleeve!"

The master's expression changed, and he was a little surprised.

Sikong Hu hurriedly added, "No, no, no, I didn't mean that. Can cutting off the sleeve and cutting the sleeve be the same, Master? Master, please listen to my explanation, Master, please don't shut me up! Master... um!"

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