Master does not ride a dragon

After the beginning of winter, in more than ten days, there will be light snow.

Shushan is located in the southwest, so the clouds are already humid, and the weather is so cold that the rainbow can't be seen, so it's closed for winter.

Looking up at Dongyuan, there is frost, the sky is heavy, and a blizzard is coming.

However, the Yangqi Cave, which is used to stabilize the soul, is like a warm spring day, and the "Baitou Cliff" created by Sikong Hu is in the depth of spring.

The white cherry fell to the ground, and Sikong Hu was directing Sige and Huoling to clear the way again, "Can you two wink, I just walked over like this, I can't see the way, what should I do if the soup is spilled?"

Si Ge rolled his eyes, pretending he didn't hear the fire bell.

Sikong Hu was in a very good mood, walked through the sea of ​​flowers all the way, and pushed open the door of the study with warm tangerine peel and red bean paste, "Master!"

Lu Ju was holding the book in a daze, when he heard the sound and turned around, he felt a headache when he saw what Sikong Hu was holding in his hand, "Ah Hu, you said you don't want bigu, as the teacher listened, you don't miss three meals a day But eight meals a day, isn't that too much?"

Sikong Hu scratched his head innocently, "Master, I just want to do everything I know how to do for you."

As he spoke, he took a spoonful and brought it to Lu Ju's lips.Lu Ju looked up at the sky helplessly, took a deep breath, and planned to have a showdown.

"Ahu, are you a fool to be a master?"

Sikong Hu held a spoon in his hand, raised his head, and looked at him with bright eyes.

Lu Ju said: "Do you know that even if the soul gathers into a solid body, it can't be tasted?"

Sikong Hu's expression remained motionless, without a single ripple.

Lu Ju counted silently in his heart, one, two, three.

The spoon in Sikong Hu's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the young man's expression was as unbelievable as if he had been splashed with dog blood. He stood up in a "bass", pointed his finger at Lu Ju, and said without hesitation: "You, you——"

Lu Ju held the scroll as steady as Mount Tai, as expected.

Sikong Hu saw his finger pointing at Lu Ju, belatedly realized that he was overstepping, immediately put his hand into the creaking hole, and started again: "Master, you you you—"

Lu Ju said, "What about me?"

Sikong Hu said dejectedly: "That's right, I can't taste the soul, that is to say, I haven't seen the world, so I thought I could lie to you that you are a living person."

Lu Ju said helplessly: "Ahu, don't say that you can't taste the soul. Even if you can taste it, the master watched his body disappear. The master is dead, but not amnesia. How can you lie?"

Sikong Hu pouted, "I still want to say, I will tell you when I think of a way."

Lu Ju's eyelids moved imperceptibly, "What can I do?"

Sikong Hu ate red bean paste with tangerine peel by himself, "Find a way to find a body for Master, and then we can grow old on Baitou Cliff."

The dessert was so cold that Sikong Hu didn't dare to raise his eyes, but he knew that Lu Ju was watching him.

Lu Ju said: "Not telling the truth yet."

Sikong Hu braced himself and raised his head. He didn't know where he hadn't lied to Lu Ju, "I... what I'm telling is the truth."

Lu Ju leaned back, his long eyebrows raised, his eyes looked down, his majesty suddenly emerged, he held the scroll and pointed at Sikong Hu, "The truth? Baitouya has been burned down by the evil fire demon, and it can be rebuilt? There is a way." Re-cultivate, but you need spiritual power and spells, where did you get the spiritual power, and where did you get the spells?"

The corners of Sikong Hu's mouth were bent down, holding a small bowl and looking at Master aggrievedly.

Lu Ju continued: "Besides, what is your identity? Unless you overthrow Shushan, Shushan will let you go?"

Sikong Hu pursed his mouth.

Lu Ju stretched out his index finger, "Don't pretend to cry."

Sikong Hu silently put down the bowl.

Lu Judao: "Ahu, none of us should pretend to be stupid. People cannot be resurrected after death. If the body is gone, the soul should also be dispersed. The seal of the emperor's clothes is against the law of heaven, and the soul of the seal cannot enter the six realms of reincarnation, you know."

Lu Ju touched his side face with the back of his hand, Sikong Hu raised his chin consciously, and Lu Ju wiped off the red bean paste that rubbed against his mouth.

The young man's lips were soft and tender, slightly sunken under the pressure of his thumb, and Lu Ju's tone could not help becoming softer, "...In the final analysis, human beings are just insignificant creatures, and it is rare to make a difference." , why expect too much. When the time comes for Master to leave, he will naturally leave."

Sikong Hu lowered his head, didn't speak, couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but the tip of his nose slowly turned red.

Most of the children at the foot of the mountain had the same experience. When they first learned that their parents and relatives would grow old and die, they would feel the impermanence of the world, and even cry in confusion and fear, but Sikong Hu was different.

He has no so-called parents or relatives, let alone the impermanence of the world. All he owns and cares about is his master.

Sure enough, Sikong Hu said slowly: "Master, I don't want you to leave."

I don't want Master to leave, so I want to keep Master's soul in Yangqi Cave for preservation. If it can last for a day, it will be one day longer, even if it is just a soul, even if it wants to become a ghost or a demon.

Lu Ju rubbed the young man's soft hair, and it was rare to tell the truth, "Ah Hu, fighting with people may still be alive, but fighting with the sky is useless."

Sikong Hu replied: "Master, apart from being reluctant, I am not reconciled."

Lu Ju said: "What are you not reconciled to?"

Sikong Hu said: "Master, I didn't see the scene that day, but I know what happened. Up and down the mountain, everyone has the same heart. They talk about the righteousness of the world, but they do it like a dog. These people on Shushan, All of them are sanctimonious, saying that they want to help the poor are just talking—"

Lu Ju moved his hand away and answered him: "Ah Hu. They say theirs, whether it's the righteousness of the world or the smuggling of dogs, as long as there is something that makes me feel right, I will do it. As for others, those have nothing to do with me."

Sikong Hu pushed Lu Ju's hand away, became more and more excited, and continued, "Master is in my heart, and is worth all the good things in the world. But what about them? What do they think of Master? I am not reconciled, I am not reconciled, only The master is the world, but the world cannot be the master once!"

When needed, they forced Lu Ju to come back, guard Danqingya, and sacrifice himself with a sinister seal; when they didn't need it, they let Lu Ju go away for 17 years, and let Lu Ju's body disappear into ashes. People seem to have forgotten this soul.

In the heroic land of Shushan, is there a person who can be called a hero?

Sikong Hu regarded Lu Ju as the palm of his hand, and never thought that someone could and dared to treat Lu Ju as useless ashes under the incense burner.

It's unbelievable, Shushan should be Lu Ju's home, but how can there be such a home in the world?

Lu Ju was silent, watching Sikong Hu stand up abruptly, and suddenly raised his voice.

"Master, I just want to start all over again! I'll find another body for you. You must get all the freedom you want. Lose your temper more, get angry with others, never treat others well, and don't like others , and don’t be liked by others—”

Lu Ju said, "Don't you like Ah Hu?"

Sikong Hu nodded heavily, "Don't like me either! Master, because I like Master, only Master can make me sad. If I don't like anyone, I will never be sad. That's the reason. So, Master, don't Like me, don’t like others, don’t like this world, and—”

Lu Ju suddenly made a "shh" gesture, put his index finger on his lips, and signaled Sikong Hu to stop talking.

Lu Ju said slowly in the silence: "Ah Hu, that's your reasoning, not mine."

It turned out that the master was not the same as him at all, Sikong Hu knew it long ago, but the circles of his eyes were still red.

Lu Ju bowed his body, pushed away the red bean paste between the two of them, and squeezed Sikong Hu's chin casually.Thinking hard these days, Sikong Hu was so thin that his face became disfigured and his chin became sharper.

Sikong Hu thought to himself, the master wanted to coax him into treating him like a child again, and was about to push Lu Ju away.

But Lu Ju smiled slightly, and said softly: "You say your truth, and I will be my heart. Master's heart is that I like Ah Hu."

There was silence in the study, a little sunlight was caught on Lu Ju's eyelashes, the brilliance was faint, and the light with a smile was like a feather brushing over Sikong Hu to look at the heart of the master.

Such an unforgettable face is so cruel that it can deceive people with a smile or a move, but not this time.

Neither of them made a sound, they both counted silently in their hearts, one, two, three.

Sikong Hu stood up with a clatter, picked up the red bean paste and ate it up in two mouthfuls, before walking out the door.

With a puzzled face on his face, Lu Ju raised his hand holding the scroll and pointed at his back, "Ahu, you—"

Sikong Hu turned around and said calmly: "Master, do you know? You held the book upside down."

The door of the study was gently closed, blocking out the sunlight from the outside.

Inside the door, Lu Ju looked at the book in his hand in surprise, and when he came back to his senses, he threw the book away a little angrily.

——Ah Hu is a promising kid, dare to make fun of him!

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