Master does not ride a dragon

After Chi Shuhuan became an adult, Joaquin rarely came to Dansha Peak.

It had been cloudy since morning, and the room was dark, with a lamp burning in broad daylight.

Joaquin wrinkled his nose, "It's just that the smell of medicine is stronger."

Chi Shuhuan crossed his legs and gnawed on the duck's tongue indifferently, "Isn't our Dansha Peak nothing but medicine? It's not like the foot of the mountain."

Joaquin hadn't been down the mountain for many years, so he asked, "What's going on down the mountain?"

At the foot of the mountain, there is freedom and freedom, there are clothes and temples, and there are struggles and grievances that are much cleaner than those in Shushan.

Chi Shuhuan looked at a certain point on the roof, sighed after a while, and said with a bit of a playful tone, "The water is green and red, it's a good world."

Hua Jin said helplessly: "Isn't this the case in Mount Shu? The road to cultivating immortals is naturally lonely, otherwise where would Danxia Zhi come from?"

Chi Shuhuan said: "The path to immortality is not loneliness, but impermanence."

Lu Ju's body was turned into ashes, and his soul disappeared, and the spiritual seat had been placed in the main hall of the main peak.A group of their peers looked around and found it difficult to connect the ebony card with the elder brother.

Because of Meng Qingtong's incident, they more or less guessed the intention of the head of the sect, and what happened afterwards is indeed a proof - let Lu Ju die on Danqing Cliff, isn't it just a retribution, isn't it revenge?

Chi Shuhuan got the Tao this time, so he can see more clearly. Even if there is no Meng Qingtong, there is still a crisis of wind, knife, frost, and sword.Of course Meng Yunzhong is proud of Lu Ju, but he must also regard Lu Ju as a thorn in his eyes.

Otherwise, Jin Yi's remnant soul wouldn't just happen to be on his body.

Without this matter, there would be no quarrel between the master and the apprentice; if there were no quarrel, Lu Ju would not go back to the mountain alone to sacrifice himself.As soon as Lu Ju died, Sikong Hu became a mermaid, and it was clear at a glance who could use the devilish energy on his body.

All the calculations were meticulous, but unexpectedly there was only one dragon.Sikong Hu shouldn't have come back so early, it was so early that Meng Yunzhong couldn't get ready.

After eating for a long time, Chi Shuhuan finally plucked up the courage to look at Joaquin's face.

Joaquin used to be fierce, but in recent years he has a good temper, now his face is gray and he rubs his temples with a headache.

Chi Shuhuan said: "Master, what are you going to do?"

Joaquin closed his eyes and meditated, without saying a word.

She has been busy with her affairs these years, and she has hardly noticed the quiet changes in Meng Yunzhong.No matter how well Meng Yunzhong hides his mind, it is very difficult to hide it from the bystander Lu Ju.

However, Lu Ju was acquiescing, even giving in.Giving up to the point of surrendering his life is enough to show that Meng Yunzhong's intentions are irreversible.

Lu Ju hoped that the matter would be peaceful, and Meng Yunzhong would continue to be his head. His ambition was buried in the soil with the catastrophe, and it was actually a fulfillment of both.

If Joaquin doesn't want to break the casserole, then he will follow the route drawn by Lu Ju.Sikong Hu was at Danqingya, since Lu Ju didn't tell him anything, he couldn't do anything wrong.In this way, it is really a peaceful and prosperous world.

Chi Shuhuan took a deep breath, "Then—"

But there was a loud bang from outside the door, someone knocked on the door and shouted: "Madam head! Something happened to Danqingya!"

Danqing Cliff.

Joaquin's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly remembered Sikong Hu's appearance that day.

The young man raised his young and pale face in the glow of the sky, his eyes were dark and tinged with gloom.

Joaquin suddenly drew out his long sword, stepped out, and shouted sharply, "Where is the master?"

On the top of Danqing Cliff, the Throwing Thousand Miles Knife flew from the sky and hit the thunder bottle in Meng Yunzhong's hand with a "ding", and the latter made a slight bang, and fell apart silently.

Sikong Hu withdrew his hand, raised his head indifferently, his eyes were facing the flying back of the flying knife and the cloud that was pressed down by the raised sword.

The long sword stabbed at Sikong Hu, but Sikong Hu had no intention of avoiding it, and blocked it with the horizontal knife.

This movement was just normal, but a jet of black devilish energy burst out from the tip of the knife, and it rushed straight towards Meng Yunzhong.

The turbid and turbid mutually generate and restrain each other, water and fire were originally incompatible, but the devilish energy on the tip of the Throwing Thousand Miles Knife hit Meng Yunzhong's neck, and disappeared in a flash!

An elder yelled: "Master! This—"

After half a sentence, Sikong Hu suddenly pulled away and ran into Yangqi Cave.

The elder stopped talking suddenly, and watched Meng Yunzhong half turn his head.

On that well-known face, from the forehead to the heart, there were thousands of indistinct blood lines.

The whites of Xueqing's eyes turned crimson, and she looked around the entire mountain with a hostile expression.

He felt cold all over his body, and he couldn't help but took a step back.

Meng Yunzhong raised the corners of his lips contemptuously, showing a look that seemed to be a smile, and then he dodged, and his figure also disappeared into the Yangqi Cave.

Sikong Hu was exhausted, his heart was pounding when he ran, and he tripped on the ground again. He heard footsteps approaching by his ears, he gritted his teeth panting, took out a yellow talisman, and slapped it into the air.

The magic lock formation was formed by Lu Ju with his own spiritual law and the body of Heshen. To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell must be tied. Law.

Therefore, Meng Yunzhong wanted to kill him, but he couldn't kill him right now.

The yellow talisman jumped slightly in the air, transforming into another Sikong Hu.From the facial features to the clothes, they are exactly the same as him, but the expression is slightly dull, because he is unable to breathe now, and there is no way to do it.

Sikong Hu pointed to the road in the cave, pushed "Sikong Hu" and said, "Let's go."

That "Sikong Hu" walked forward slowly, Sikong Hu made another formula to hide his body.

Meng Yunzhong walked up with his sword in his hand, and went straight to the sound of footsteps, Sikong Hu followed behind, he could hear the creaking sound of the sword point grinding against the stone ground, making teeth sore.

"Sikong Hu" walked into the dark alleyway, turned his head suddenly, panted in fear, and ran forward.

In front is the magic lock formation, if Sikong Hu's devilish energy soars and explodes the magic lock formation, then Shushan will have nothing to imprison him.Meng Yunzhong probably thought so, and quickened his pace to chase after him.

Lu Ju is his proud disciple, and also a sharp sword hanging over his head, always reminding that life is limited.People who practice Taoism naturally know the truth of making up for excess, but Lu Ju has great wisdom, but his life is full of troubles; his life is smooth, but the spiritual understanding that he was proud of back then seems to be a threshold that can be easily crossed in front of Lu Ju.

He has practiced hard for nearly a hundred years, and the eternally calm and gentle disciple easily passed him to the altar of my immortality, but Lu Ju has not yet reached the weak crown.

If Lu Ju is a genius, then why are the others?

The Mozun ascended from the human world to the Mozun by virtue of his nepotism, and Jin Yi was born to be the proud son of heaven.The so-called "magic energy" is avoided by everyone like mosquitoes, just like every panacea that works too quickly in the world, because others took a shortcut, they are trampled under their feet.

Everything in the world is born together, and all things have the same origin and the same principle. Lu Ju can strip away the magic energy, and he can naturally use the magic energy to reach the top!

The stupid boy in black raised his foot into the formation in confusion, stumbled and fell, and raised his head weakly, his eyes full of pleading.

There was no trace of pity in Meng Yunzhong's blood-red eyes, he raised his right hand, and slowly covered the magic-locking array overflowing with golden-red magic energy.

Sikong Hu held his breath, his eyes focused on a point on Meng Yunzhong's fingertips.

As long as Meng Yunzhong picks it lightly, the shackles of the magic lock array will be wiped out.

Meng Yunzhong's fingers didn't move at all, as if they were embedded in a barrier.

After a while, Meng Yunzhong tilted his head slightly, his gaze drifted behind him, and the voice seemed to come from under the ground.

"Sikong, you are Ju'er's disciple, why are you so weak?"

Before the words fell, the figures in the formation suddenly collapsed into ashes, and the long sword swung back suddenly. The sword light was wrapped in abundant magic energy, and "crashed" cut through a layer of talisman paper, sinking into the flesh and blood irresistibly.

Meng Yunzhong's long sword passed through Sikong Hu's knee, and he just bent down like this, looking at the young man in front of him in the dark.

Sikong Hu sat leaning against the wall, bean-sized beads of sweat slid down his chin, seeped into the bloody old wound on his neck, and trembled in pain.

Meng Yunzhong raised his hand almost probing, and slowly pulled out the long sword.

The sharp blood blade pierced through the bones and muscles again, amidst the unspeakable bloody smell, Meng Yunzhong's eyes were glued to the bloody mouth of Sikong Hu's knee.

The flesh and blood rolled and bleed, unlike the day when Sikong Hu returned to the mountain, there was no sign of healing.

After a long while, he said softly: "Using magic energy to create a barrier in Yangqi Cave, you have a very good idea."

Sikong Hu raised his head suddenly, knocked Meng Yunzhong away with a bang, and at the same time lifted his saber to split mountains and seas.Meng Yunzhong's expression changed, and his fingertips pressed down to form a sword light, pressing down on Sikong Hu's neck like a mountain, and asked sharply: "Where is the devil energy?"

A few lines of blood oozed from Sikong Hu's neck, he was unavoidably pressed by the sword, and there was a sound of blood gushing from his throat.

Meng Yunzhong held down Sikong Hu's knee, and pressed down heavily with his fingers. This time Sikong Hu shook slightly, and finally let out a slight gasp between his teeth.Meng Yunzhong listened to him, only to hear that Sikong Hu was still struggling and said in a breathy voice: "You killed my master."

The young man looked determined and weird.

That voice didn't seem to come from the boy's mouth either.

The Sikong Hu in front of him is also a magic illusion!

Meng Yunzhong stepped back abruptly, raised his sword and slashed down. "Sikong Dendrobium" raised his saber to block it, and when the saber and sword collided, there was a flash of lightning, which couldn't stop the force of a thousand junctures.Meng Yunzhong cut into the left shoulder of "Sikong Hu" with a sword, and slashed downwards, cutting through the heart. Several gaps appeared on the fire-throwing knife, and the meager magic energy was dissipated at once, and the ice cracks spread inch by inch. Come, this phantom is at the end of its strength!

The long sword sliced ​​through Sikong Dendrobium, and then screamed to the sky, raised the stone roof of the cave and broke the sky light, and the wind and clouds outside the cave were floating and sinking.

There was an almost inaudible sound of needles landing in the air, followed by the sound of flesh being torn open by a sharp weapon, "Sikong Hu" who was covered in blood and connected with spiritual sense suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The long sword in Meng Yunzhong's hand trembled, and it was instantly covered in blood.

"Sikong Hu" gazed over his shoulders, and Lu Ju's soul was exposed in the dim sunlight, showing a strange transparency. The transparent eyes stared at him blankly, and the tip of Taiwei's sword was stained with mountains and trees. Valley boiling blood.

With a bang, thunder flashed down, and the first snowflake fell into the hole, falling on the eyelashes of "Sikong Hu", the phantom was stimulated by foreign objects, and collapsed into ashes again.

The thunder and snow were blowing outside, and the first snow of winter engulfed the mountains and plains, and was blown to the front by the wind.

The author has something to say:

1 I just wrote this... I have a dream, which is to save manuscripts...

2 I'm so busy, it seems that I can't guarantee the daily update of QAQ (fortunately, it's almost over, it will take about ten days)

3 BE warning ahead, cutie pay attention to dodge, Chirp Mi! (Don't change the ending! I don't listen!)

4 My hu hu is weak, pitiful, and helpless.

5 My master is handsome, handsome, and BE.