Master does not ride a dragon

The corner of his eye was cold, Lu Ju subconsciously raised his hand to pinch it, only to realize when he opened his eyes, it turned out that a white cherry petal fell on the end of the eye.

White cherry?

Lu Ju bowed his body and woke up.

The surrounding scenery is as prosperous as a dream, and it is clearly the Baitou Cliff of Qianqiu Mountain after a long absence.

The mountains and plains are full of white cherry trees like snow, which is the season of early spring.

There was no one on the mountain, and Lu Ju felt suspicious, and said in a low voice, "Ahu."

He originally yelled without expecting, but he didn't expect that the wooden door of the small kitchen on the top of the cliff creaked open, and the boy in black ran out, "Master! You're awake!"

Lu Ju's intuition wasn't quite right, but when the words came to his lips, Sikong Hu also came to his side, and his appearance was so strange that Lu Ju's forehead burst into blue veins, and he changed his words, "...Who gave you the apron?!"

While wiping his hands on the apron, Sikong Hu lowered his head and looked at it, completely unaware that there was anything wrong with the embroidered flower apron with red borders, "I bought it at the market at the foot of the mountain. What's wrong?"

A young boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, the black clothes are flat and flat, the shoulder line is straightened by the wide shoulders, the seductive narrow waist is below, and the red-edged embroidered apron is below.

Gee.

Lu Ju looked away and waved his hands, "That's all. What's going on?"

Speaking of "what's going on", Sikong Hu suddenly fell silent.

Lu Ju has been so out of his mind these days that he almost forgot that he tricked Sikong Hu into leaving Shushan and staying in the world.But when Sikong Hu lowered his head so aggrieved, Lu Jue remembered everything with a "boom" in his head.

Regardless of how Sikong Hu brought him back to the world from the seal of the emperor's clothes... Lu Ju looked at Sikong Hu's puckered face and felt worried.

Sikong Dendrobium, Qianqiu Mountain is famous for remembering to beat but not to eat.If a revenge competition is to be held, even if Sikong Hu can't win the number one spot, at least he will be a candidate, and in short he won't be able to get out of the top three.

Lu Ju rubbed the center of his eyebrows, "Ah Hu, you are blaming Master."

Sikong Hu shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, no."

Lu Ju said: "If you have it, say you have it."

Sikong Hu said: "No really. Master, I'm already eighteen, so I can't still be ignorant, right? I, I know that you lied to me to leave for my own good, and I don't blame Master."

The boy's eyes were pure black and bright, as sincere as a deer that hadn't been fooled.

However, Lu Ju knew how many times Sikong Hu had been deceived by him in his life. If he still didn't have a long memory, he might have a little brain problem.

Lu Ju hesitated and said, "Then why did you go back to Shushan?"

Sikong Hu said: "I want to send that trash of Nineteenth Master Uncle. Unexpectedly, I happened to meet..."

Unexpectedly, it happened that Lu Ju sacrificed himself to seal the seal of the emperor's clothes.

Sikong Hu was silent for a while, and slowly, just like every time he listened to Lu Ju's lectures in the past 17 years, he half knelt down and held Lu Ju's four fingertips. It has become a posture of adding attachment on top of attachment.

Sikong Hu took a deep breath, and his voice was very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing a gust of wind, and said softly: "Actually, Master, I have already practiced the method of stripping away the devilish energy. When I went back to Shushan that day, I just wanted to tell you, I don't want Master to bear this sin for me..."

It turns out that Sikong Hu has really grown up, and he is no longer required to carry the Yangqi Dongyuan, nor to destroy the prison.

Lu Ju looked down at the top of Sikong Hu's hair, and pressed the apprentice's jet-black hair with his fingertips.

Sikong Hu said: "Fortunately, I can make it in time. Master, I read in the book that apart from the physical body, the seal of the emperor's clothes can also be formed with demon energy. So... just right."

Lu Judao: "So, you exchanged the body of the teacher with the magic energy, and then returned to Baitouya?"

Sikong Hu nodded, "Exactly. Master, I rebuilt the Baitouya together with Sige Huoling and the others. Do you like it?"

It seems that leaving Shushan, there are only two masters and apprentices in the world.The best of both worlds, spend a full moon.

Lu Ju leaned back to the head of the bed wearily, and said, "It's because my teacher underestimated you."

Sikong Hu pulled up the quilt for him, dogleg said: "Don't underestimate or underestimate. I have no magic energy now, and I can't use it anymore. I still have to rely on Master to cover me in the future. Master, you have to take good care of it, and I won't be bigu in the future. , what do you want to eat?"

Lu Ju closed his long eyes and raised the corner of his lips, "You can do it as you like."

Sikong Hu walked out of the study lightly, closed the door, and confessed to Sige: "Bring tea."

There are colorful fallen flowers outside the door, and a path with two points and one line is stepped out.

Sikong Hu walked back to the kitchen along the path, took off the apron around his waist, and pushed open the back door.

The temperature suddenly turned cold, and the warmth of early spring was diluted by the chill of winter.

Sikong Hu's face, neck and more vertical and horizontal bloodstains were blown out by the wind, he raised his hand indifferently, stretched out his tongue and licked the newly added scar on his wrist.

The smell of blood was rancid, it was human blood mixed with animal blood.

Huo Ling squatted and drew a circle, and raised her head when she heard the sound, "Someone is looking for you."

Sikong Hu let out a "hmm", and walked down the abandoned stone steps of Yangqi Dongyuan Forbidden Land, the wind became colder and colder as he walked.

This is Danqing Cliff, on a piece of scorched earth, purple magnolias can't even bloom, and the branches are rustling.

Under the tree, the middle-aged woman in blue robe and gold crown turned around, her long thin black eyebrows slightly frowned.

Sikong Hu saluted, "Mrs. Head."

Joaquin's eyes lingered on the bloodstains on his body, full of worry, "Sikong, you are..."

She stopped talking.

These days Sikong Hu never left Danqingya, presumably, Sikong Hu didn't want to say anything.

Sikong Hu said: "Madam head, have you ever thought about why Jin Yi died at this time, not sooner or later?"

Hua Jin said: "We have already found out that there was a demonic energy disappearing in the mountains in those few days, and it must have been done by the demons."

Sikong Hu said slowly: "Because of blood, Jin Yi is highly respected by the demons. Even if the demons kill the king, they will not kill him."

Joaquin frowned.

Sikong Hu continued: "And, why is Uncle Nineteen being controlled by Jin Yi's remnant soul? Why would I come back at that moment, not sooner or later?"

Like a ray of sunlight leaking from the rocks in the valley that suddenly parted, Joaquin's expression changed, and his neat lips, which resembled Meng Qingtong's, were tightened even more.

Sikong Hu lowered his head, touched his sleeves, and said casually: "Clear Qi is a spiritual method, and turbid Qi is a ghost. Pure and turbid are born together, and spirits and demons can naturally also be born together. The big one who covets the dragon's demonic energy and intends to strengthen his own skills Someone is here. There is something wrong with this matter, Mrs. Sect Leader, please."

After hearing these words, it took a long time for Joaquin's hands tucked into his sleeves to tremble uncontrollably.

The sun was setting, and the light blue mist enveloped the cold cliff top.

Sikong Hu gestured, "Mrs. Head, it's getting late."

Before his words fell to the ground, Hua Jin waved his sleeves, and the cloud light boiled down quickly, leaving Danqingya.

Sikong Hu stood there for a long time, and finally got kicked by the fire bell, "Sikong, do you feel any pain?"

Sikong Hu borrowed Sige's spiritual power to search for the monsters thrown out of Yangqi Dongyuan by Lu Ju in various places in Shushan these days.The monsters are of course useless, they were let go by Sikong Hu, what he wanted was the fragments of the Heshen body that Lu Ju tied to the monsters.

Heshen's body can be used to bind ethereal spiritual power and demon energy, and naturally it can also be used to mend tangible and invisible souls.

Lu Ju's body has been wiped out, leaving only his soul floating around.

Sikong Hu was in a hurry every day, and from time to time, he was scratched by a monster to create blood holes all over his body.

Now it's not like before, his whole body's devilish energy is poured into the magic lock array that opens up the cave, creating a white-headed cliff to support Lu Ju's soul.

As one ebbs and the other rises, the physical body is naturally not very good.In the past, half of his shoulder could grow back after he was cut off, but now a small scratch would repeatedly fester and scab.As soon as he walked out of the cave abyss soaked in magic energy, Sikong Hu looked like a bloody man.

I don't know if it was pain or what, it took a while for Sikong Hu to come back to his senses, he pulled his sleeves and sat down beside the fire bell.

Huo Ling's slender fingertips pressed the rolled flesh on his wrist, "Which one is it today?"

Sikong Hu said indifferently: "It's Ganoderma lucidum essence."

When untying the shackles of Heshen's body, the little Ganoderma lucidum cried and screamed, and opened its mouth to bite, biting bloody flowers all over the place, Sikong Hu almost killed it by mistake.

But the little Ganoderma lucidum is still easy to greet, and she knows how to run away when she unties the Heshen body.If it were replaced by the evil fire demon, he would definitely die before he could finish his mission.

Huo Ling sighed, tilted her head and looked at Sikong Hu, "And then? What's wrong with you?"

Sikong Hu stared intently at the thin setting sun beyond the clouds and mists, and took out something from his sleeve.

The three or four inch long hand bones still carry the traces and smell of being scorched by the seal of the emperor's clothes. They are held day and night, and the ashes show a lifeless gray.

Sikong Hu held the white bone in his palm with great care, and brought it to his lips, as if he was smelling some kind of plain smell that had been lingering for 18 years.

Xiaoming Taihua is fragrant, free and easy, yet penetrating, gentle and bright.

The boy closed his eyes, his thick eyebrows slowly frowned, his voice was very soft, passing through the clouds like a sharp blade.

He said: "The fire bell... I'm afraid. I'm afraid it's too late."