Master does not ride a dragon

The head of Meng Yunzhong didn't speak, Chi Shuhuan shut up as soon as he saw the head of the house, Lu Ju had nothing to say, and Sikong Hu was told to keep silent.

So Lu Ju, Sikong Hu, Chi Shuhuan and the leader stood in a deserted Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, with their eyes facing each other, and the same embarrassment surged in the air.

The head of the sect is really indifferent, flat and indifferent.

Sikong Hu couldn't help but wonder if the sect master had some ulterior secrets, otherwise why was he so skillful in his skills and so calm in expression, he still didn't become immortal?

Fortunately, the head master detected Sikong Hu's aura, but he didn't detect any mana or magic energy.

While telling himself not to speak, Sikong Hu cooked a big pot of sweet tangerine peel and red bean paste for Master in his heart—it turned out that Master's soul-cultivating exercises contained spiritual power!Master foresight!Although he lied to me again, he also lied to the master once!

Then, so that Master can go back to Baitouya with him, right?

The conditions of the Taoist temple were poor, so Sikong Hu grilled two pheasants in the back mountain, and made a pot of pheasant soup.

Lu Ju was not in the mood, "Go ahead and eat."

Sikong Hu was very excited, and took out a red and fragrant grilled chicken leg from behind, "Master, do you think the soup is too bland? And this one, I brushed it with honey, it must be delicious if it is sweet." !"

The boy's eyes were bright, innocent and eager, Lu Ju couldn't help smiling, and said, "Where's the honey?"

Sikong Hu showed him a red patch on his arm, "Master, I was stung by bees, where do you think I got honey? I can't make it myself, I'm not a little bee."

Lu Ju looked at it for a while, then shook his head, "Walk around in the kitchen all day, and say you're not a little bee." He leaned down again, and licked the swelling, "Does it hurt?"

...God, why does it hurt to be slapped like this by Master? !

Sikong Hu grinned and shook his head, "It doesn't hurt! Master's care is good, and all illnesses and worries are relieved!"

He deliberately interrupted, but Lu Ju didn't laugh, instead he sighed and continued to be lost in thought.

Sikong Hu held the chicken leg and sat down cross-legged, "Master, when are we going back to Baitouya?"

Lu Ju pushed his arm, "Eat quickly."

The lights were dim, reflecting the shadow of eyelashes on the end of Master's long eyes, and also reflected the worry that Master was trying to hide all over his face.

Sikong Hu knew what his master was worried about the next day - the master insisted on taking Sikong Hu back to Shushan.

The head said: "As a teacher, this child has a good foundation, and he has inherited your skills. He just happened to go to Danqingya to guard the mountain."

Lu Ju said slowly, "Shou Shan? Shou Shan doesn't need him. He's still young—"

The head of the sect also said slowly, "You are still young. After all these years, it's time to return to Shushan. Danqingya can't be left alone for a day. Your nineteenth brother is an elder. As a brother, you should go back and teach the younger generation. This is the truth of Shushan."

The one who guards the mountain is supposed to be Lu Jue. Yangqi Dongyuan on the Danqing Cliff has suppressed the demons in the world. It has been stable for 17 years.

So this time the leader came here, presumably for this reason.Said to take away Sikong Hu, but in fact it was just an introduction, this is the real business.

Lu Ju lowered his eyes, without saying a word, he lifted his robe and knelt down.

Sikong Hu hurriedly knelt down with his master.

The two people kneeling in front of them were exactly the same, and the sect leader was even more annoyed, "Sikong, why are you kneeling?"

Sikong Hu said: "Because my master kneeled."

The master didn't speak for a while.

Finally, Lu Ju gritted his teeth and continued: "Master, please allow me a few more years, my disciple will definitely return to Danqingya to guard the mountain. During the 17 years since I left Shushan, I know that I am unrighteous, and I am ashamed of my master—"

There was a trace of hesitation on the face of the head of the door, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Kneel down if you know you are ashamed!"

The head of the door shot like lightning, pulled Sikong Hu by the back collar, forced him to fly into the air with his sword, and at the same time squeezed a tactic, the wooden door with a thickness of three feet of dust was slammed and locked by him, and Lu Ju's voice was isolated inside .

Through the gradually closing door, Lu Ju suddenly raised his head.

Just like the first crack of a jade article before it shatters, it started from the inside, and Lu Ju's face turned pale in an instant.

Sikong Hu looked back, almost torn apart, "Master! My master still—"

The master's expression was indifferent, "Leave him alone. He is just too polite, no wonder Qingtong called him Amu at that time."

This strange name suddenly reminded Sikong Hu of the past that his master kept secret about him, and the magic power in him that his master never wanted to mention.

Sikong Hu hesitated and said: "...Who is Qingtong?"

The master Yujian was as fast as a shooting star, passing through several mountains and rivers in an instant.

Sikong Hu couldn't break free, and the master didn't answer him who is Qingtong.

The head of the sect looked 50 to 100 years old, but cultivators never looked old. Sikong Hu guessed that he might be more than [-] years old.

The head of the sect is probably old, and he chattered about how Lu Ju was in those days, how he was the proud disciple of Shushan who had never met in generations, and how he wiped out the monsters in the Quyi Cave of Wangui Quanqu and shook the Three Realms.That year, when Lu Ju was only nineteen years old, he was sent to the My Immortal Altar, which everyone looked up to in the world of cultivating immortals. Now it seems that it is unprecedented...

Sikong Hu really wanted to know what his master was like in the past, and he really wanted to know how majestic his master was in my fairy altar in Shushan, but——

He bit his lip, "Master, but I'm just my master's disciple."

The master was taken aback.

The black-clothed boy in front of him had thick eyebrows and big eyes, white face and red lips, and a little baby face, but he didn't look immature at all, just a kind of fierce and extreme determination, almost a kind of hostile handsomeness.

How could such a person be Lu Ju's apprentice?

Sikong Hu continued, with a more serious tone, "I am only my master's disciple. It is the same in Baitouya, even in Shushan. Under the nine heavens, there are thousands of gods and ghosts, and I only listen to the master. What about Qi Dongyuan? Sikong Hu asked himself that he had no intention and powerlessness. Therefore, please let me go back, my master... he must still be kneeling."

Master lowered his head, as if he had a whole mountain on his shoulders.

Master shouldn’t be like that, he should be dozing off his chin little by little in the study on Baitouya, watching Sige spinning behind the fire bell, laughing softly, and worrying about eating fish or bigu three times a day .

After hearing these outrageous words, the headmaster actually smiled.

The head of the sect said loudly: "The ancient gods said that the heavens and the earth were created, and the mortals said that the sky and the earth last forever. God is in the sky, and humans are in the earth. We practitioners are in between the gods, the man, the sky and the earth. What we have to do is to protect the heaven and the earth for a long time, and the world for a long time. You are still young and don't understand, but your master is a great disciple of Shushan Mountain and the guardian of Danqingya, so he naturally has his responsibility. Sikong, he is a swan, not a bird. Do you think that Baitouya can tolerate you? How old is he?"

Sikong Hu really doesn't understand, even if there are raging fires and rainstorms beyond the three realms of heaven, earth and human, what has it to do with Baitouya?

The head continued, with confidence in mind, "Little Sikong, do you believe it or not, your master will definitely return to Shushan?"

Without any hesitation, Sikong Hu immediately shook his head and blurted out: "Of course Master also wants to go back to Baitouya!"

The master smiled.

The next moment, a ray of jade-colored sword light flew across at high speed, and would stop in front of the master. The stream of light stopped inch by inch, and the master stood firmly on the Taiwei sword and turned his head.

Sikong Hu was overjoyed, Master can catch up!Isn't that almost as good as the leader!

He said: "Master, are you here? Let's go back to Baitouya!" As he spoke, he was about to jump from one sword to another.

Lu Ju didn't even look at him, saluted again, and said in a deep voice: "The disciple knows that the master has made up his mind. Lu Ju should go back to Shushan to do what he should do, to shoulder the responsibility he should bear, and to guard the mountain he should guard. Suppress those who should be suppressed. So, is Master satisfied?"

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