Master does not ride a dragon

After a fierce battle, my Immortal Altar suppressed Demon Venerable's spiritual consciousness, and as a price, Shushan was also half ashes.

Chi Shuhuan and Hua Jin commanded the remaining disciples to dig up the scorched earth and rebuild Fengrui. Although the mountain still smelled of blood, it could be considered to be in good order.

Amidst the order, there is still a trace of silence under high pressure.

Lu Ju, the elder of Danqingya, used his body as a sacrifice, and suppressed and sealed the demon king with the seal of the emperor's clothes.

Although the heavenly emperor's clothes and dharma seals are perfect, nothing is perfect. As long as the Demon Lord survives, the dharma seals cannot be regarded as the achievements of thousands of generations.

Therefore, Lu Ju's seal still left a little room for future generations to do.

It is this point that even Lu Ju has room for powerlessness, as if the last inscription missing on the jasper ring handed down from generation to generation, it makes people have expectations and ambitions in their hearts.

Even if Lu Ju couldn't be the hero who left his name in history, he was just a little short... Then, can the hero be me?

Under my fairy altar, the disciples lowered their heads to sweep away the chaotic rocks, each covering his eyes.

Meng Yunzhong was injured and was in seclusion. Joaquin took charge of the affairs here for him, and a bit of worry appeared on his usually pampered face.

The young disciple didn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, but she was young, but she knew the hardships of the world.

The gray gap between success and failure is the ambition of teenagers, and the insurmountable mountain of adults. It is also a fish in the throat and a sharp sword hanging above the head.

Chi Shuhuan said: "Master."

Joaquin came back to his senses, remained silent for a while, and suddenly said, "I'll go to Danqingya to have a look."

After Lu Ju's death, Sikong Hu turned his back on the guests and returned to Danqingya without saying a word. Therefore, there is only Sikonghu on Danqingya now.

The boy's face was gloomy, even the big-hearted Chi Shuhuan couldn't bear to look at it.Coupled with the fact that Lu Ju was Joaquin's favorite junior before his death, Chi Shuhuan was even more uncertain whether Joaquin would be able to bear it.

He pursed his lips, "Master, the matter of Sikong can be discussed in a long-term way. Although the child controls the dragon and has a devilish aura, his mind is not bad. Will he do something impulsive in a short while?"

Joaquin said: "I'm afraid that he will be too sad."

After she finished speaking, she realized how insignificant the word "sadness" was to Sikong Hu, and immediately shook her head, "Forget it, let him go. You arrange disciples to inspect the situation of Danqingya according to the time..."

On the main peak, the disciples came and went, and the clothes were gradually separated, and the golden light was blown away.

Hua Jin instructed carefully, then suddenly turned around subconsciously, and found that Sikong Hu came uninvited and was looking at her a few feet away.

After so many hours, Sikong Hu probably didn't close his eyes, his face was frighteningly white, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, but the last bit of immature hesitation in his bright black pupils disappeared, and he bowed extremely calmly, "Madame Joaquin .Where is the master?"

Meng Yunzhong strengthened his spirits and received the boy from Danqingya.

Sikong Hu didn't wait for Meng Yunzhong to speak, he lifted his robe, straightened his knees, and said with his head: "Master, I want Dan Qingya."

"I want Danqingya", five words, loud and clear, not a question, not a discussion, but a notice.

Sikong Hu came to "notify" Meng Yunzhong that he wanted Dan Qingya.

Since there are no monsters in Yangqi Cave Abyss, there is nothing important about Danqingya.

Meng Yunzhong bowed his body, "What do you want to do here?"

Sikong Hu replied flatly, "Hanging."

Meng Yunzhong frowned, and Sikong Hu suddenly smiled, "I'm just kidding, when Master was here, he taught me to be broad-minded and not to be moved by external things. How could I want Dan Qingya for this little thing."

He continued: "Master's ambition is to protect Shu Mountain and build an evergreen foundation, but... until now, the great cause has not been accomplished. I will be a teacher for a day and a father for life. Naturally, I should inherit the master's will. Dan Qingya, I will come Shou."

Meng Yunzhong's eyes drifted, and he saw Yu Kang who was carrying him behind him.

Sikong Hu also glanced at Yu Kangnu, and slowly said: "I, Sikong Hu, in this life, the person who cares most about me is Master. Master is worried about the Three Realms and sacrifices himself as a sacrifice. Unfortunately, I can't accompany you. But this little thing, Also ask the head to allow."

The sun poured in from outside the window, but the misty clouds remained motionless for a while.

Although this young man was kneeling on the ground, he was already a different person from the Sikong Hu who was imprisoned in the magic lock circle more than ten years ago.

A demon with a hint of demonic aura is a demon, a demon with a demonic aura can control ghosts, and a dragon can be controlled by a god.

In the final analysis, a person's voice and status are not determined by their identity and position.

At that time, Sikong Hu might have been a prisoner, but now Sikong Hu is the complete controller.

Now, the controller kneels on the ground and informs him soberly and sincerely: He wants Lu Ju's hill.And, at this price, he is willing to bow down to Meng Yunzhong.

Sikong Hu wanted Dan Qingya, not for any big event.

He is a young man with no big ambitions. If Lu Ju is around, he will cook and cook; if Lu Ju is not around, he will just sleep in a daze.

Whether Lu Ju is here or not, he will need such a place after all.

As for why Danqingya was chosen, it may be because of laziness, because of having young disciples as companions, and because of being able to hang on to Lu Ju from time to time.

He wasn't even asking for a foothold, just a shelter, nothing more.

Meng Yunzhong sighed, and finally let go, "Devil energy."

Sikong Hu was kind and generous, "If the head is worried, you can come and see it in person. I will let the dragon go. As for my own devilish energy... I have nothing to do with my own devilish energy, but I will restrain it. Master's method of nourishing the soul, I will let you go." If I touch the key, with time, I will be able to peel it off. When the time comes, I will be innocence if I store it in the cave with my back up. Sect leader?"

He still doesn't know that Yang Qi Dongyuan has lost the enchantment with the gods, and the so-called confinement has become useless.

Meng Yunzhong half propped himself up, and nodded in difficulty.

Sikong Hu walked down the steps, his feet swayed, and his body lightened at the same time.

He took a step back, "Thank you, uncle."

Chi Shuhuan withdrew his supporting hand and said softly, "I'll take you back."

Sikong Hu said: "No, I'll take a walk."

The last time he walked back to Danqing Cliff, the solar term was not yet in late autumn, the bottom of the mountain was green bamboo forest, and the mountainside was red maple like fire.

But now, Danqingya has lost the support of Dharma Light, and the ancient Spring and Autumn Festival has changed, and the bamboo forest and Danfeng are showing pale branches that are in season.

He climbed up to the top of the mountain step by step, sweat dripping from his forehead.

When walking up the last step, Sikong Hu stopped and raised his hand to touch the trunk of the purple magnolia.

Lu Ju is always infusing the mountains and plains with vigorous flowers and plants. He also wants to learn how to care for them, but he can't.

Sikong Hu placed his left hand on his right wrist and felt a calm and normal pulse.

There is no trace of evil in it, he is now as clean as Lu Ju hoped before he was alive.

With a light shoulder, the black and gold thread on the purple magnolia tree was coiled, and the fire bell appeared in the shape of a human being, sitting on the branch and shaking his feet, "You were so powerful just now? You have fooled Meng Yunzhong, he will not be able to do it for a while. Dare to climb Danqing Cliff."

Si Ge stopped softly: "Huo Ling."

The fire bell stopped talking, and Sikong Hu pretended not to hear it, he lifted his heavy steps, continued to walk up the stone steps, and walked into the Yangqi Cave.

Outside the cave, the golden crow fell to the ground, as bright as the moon.

Inside the cave, amidst the darkness, was an extremely tiny black-red mist.

Sikong Hu lightened his steps and walked slowly over the wet black soil.

A figure in white clothes floated in the center of the mist, seemingly sleeping peacefully.

Sikong Hu looked down for a while, then raised his hand, vainly encircling the other's cold wrist.

The lines on the palm are extraordinarily long, which seems to indicate ill-fated fate.There are thin calluses on the fingers, fair skin on the wrists, and blue meridians, except that there is no beating pulse.

Sikong Hu stood coldly for an unknown amount of time, and finally raised his left hand and pressed his eyes.

Transparent water flowed from between the fingers, accompanied by the boy's suppressed cries.

Si Ge and Huo Ling followed in, but couldn't help but stop outside the cave.

Sikong Hu held a piece of air in his hand, covered his face and knelt down on the ground, his back twitched slightly.

The indistinct words came out through the mist formed by the devil's energy, and Huo Ling wiped away tears fiercely.

Sikong Hu's voice was intermittent.

"Master, the world doesn't deserve to see you."

The author has something to say:

I've been outside these days, no computer, no signal.

So tomorrow, I have to ask for leave...

Maybe the day after tomorrow.

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