Master does not ride a dragon

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?"

The head of the sect smiled lightly, and glanced at Sikong Hu pointedly.

But when Sikong Hu saw Lu Ju, he didn't care about other people, he jumped in the air and rushed towards Taiweijian, Lu Ju grabbed his arm to make him stand still.

The head of the sect returned to his expression of neither joy nor sorrow, and Yu Jian moved forward.

A sea of ​​golden clouds, a piece of green mountains, a gurgling crystal stream, plus the lingering fragrance of Xiaoming Taihua, that is Shushan.

As soon as the group landed, they did their own work. The master and the leader stayed at the main peak to discuss matters, and Chi Shuhuan went back to Dansha Peak to check on the affairs.

Sikong Hu waited in a side hall for more than an hour, but the master hadn't finished his work, so he had to go to the master's Danqingya with a young disciple from the main peak.

This young disciple was named Yu Fei, and he was a very mature and prudent disciple. He asked worriedly all the way: "Sikong, from now on you are Dan Qingya's eldest disciple."

Sikong Hu got over the freshness he felt when he first met his master, and after thinking about it again, he figured it out - he became the master's gun to blackmail the master.Master certainly didn't want to go back to Mount Shu, but he was in the hands of the master, so he had to go back if he didn't.

Sikong Hu was a little hesitant at the moment, and retorted: "I'm not. I'm just my master's disciple, and Danqingya is Danqingya."

Yu Fei was choked back by his words, feeling that something was wrong, "Your master is Dan Qingya's elder, so you are naturally Dan Qingya's disciple."

Sikong Hu put his hands behind his back, calmly said, "My master is my master, Elder Danqingya is Elder Danqingya. My master is Elder Danqingya, but I am not a disciple of Danqingya."

Yu Fei became more and more confused, but continued to exhort, "In short, your words and deeds are your master's face."

Sikong Hu agrees with this point, "Yes, yes, my master is also my face."

That's right, the elders of the peaks above Shushan are different, and the disciples who followed the head of the main peak were particularly proud, while those who followed the elder Chi Shuhuan of Dansha Peak had to make elixir and sell medicine all day long.

But when Sikong Hu said this, he seemed extremely proud.

This is not surprising, that uncle is a rare ascetic in the world for a hundred years.

Yu Fei said: "That's right, that's right, you and I see the same thing. Especially at this time, you have to be more careful."

Sikong Hu said: "At this time? What's going on at this time?"

Yu Fei said: "You don't know? Master Uncle is reporting to the head of the sect, probably... probably he will be punished."

Sikong Hu paused, and almost turned back.

But looking back, there are ups and downs in the sea of ​​clouds in Mount Shu, there are rules that he doesn't know, and the master is the most powerful person here.

I went by myself, just holding him back.

Seeing him standing there blankly for a while, Yufei turned his expression dark again, and continued to walk forward, and hurriedly followed, "Sikong, don't worry, Master Bo Ying has such a name and high mana, so it must be nothing. After all, 17 years A while ago, the Qingtong uncle died in that incident, so the master uncle is fine..."

As Yu Fei spoke, his voice gradually weakened, because Sikong Hu was looking down at him from above, with his arms folded, his expression extremely cold, "Uncle Qingtong, who is it?"

Yu Fei replied: "It's the only daughter of the head of the sect, Meng Qingtong...you didn't know that she was called Shushan Golden Slips and Jade Zha together with the master uncle? Uncle Qingtong married Uncle Nineteen, but that night Danqingya’s Yangqi Cave couldn’t suppress the evil spirits, and Uncle Qingtong was just like that... hey.”

In this way, the master took refuge in Baitouya and raised him after he lost his fairy companion.

Sikong Hu didn't know how he felt in his heart, he just felt like a blunt knife stirring with rust.

He interrupted Yufei: "Stop talking, I'll wait for my master to tell me."

He doesn't believe what other people say, he only believes in Master.

There has been no one living on Danqing Cliff for a long time, and the houses are covered with dust.

Sikong Hu found two pieces of cloth to cover his nose, and began to clean.

Sweep out of the kitchen first, boil a pot of water, cook mung bean soup, and burn a steamer, steam wine glutinous rice cakes.

Then cover the pot and go to sweep other houses.

The one with the bed is the living room, and the one with the bookshelves is the study.It's just that all the books have been emptied, and there is only a dried osmanthus flower in a bottle on the table, and three inches of dust have accumulated.

Sikong Hu threw away the dried sweet-scented osmanthus, washed the bottle, and inserted another purple magnolia.

Find the most airy bookcase, and put Yu Kangnu on it firmly.

Looking around again, I don't know when Si Ge plans to find him by following his breath.

Yufei walked around and came to ask Sikong Hu, "Sikong, what do you make that smells so delicious?"

Sikong Hu served him a bowl of mung bean soup and some wine rice cakes.

Yufei squatted on the steps to eat, his eyes glowed, "Sikong! You are not a disciple of Dan Qingya, why don't you go to our main peak kitchen to make some snacks! It's so delicious!"

Sikong Hu felt somewhat complacent, and at the same time thought, it would be great if the master could always praise him like this.

After Yufei finished eating what was on the plate, he went to the kitchen to get some.

Sikong Hu went around in a circle in boredom, climbed up the steps from the bottom of the cliff, and reached the top of the cliff.

It was too high here, and the clouds passed through his waist, but he could see clearly that the higher the stone steps, the more disciples stood guarding a cave.

There is a trace of stale air in the air, surrounded by powerful clean air.

Four large characters are engraved on the stone tablet under the steps, with sharp strokes and the sound of gold and stone.After watching for a long time, I felt slightly dizzy.

Sikong Hu looked at it for a long time before he realized that the four words were: Yangqi Dongyuan.

He stepped up a step, and then the depths of his heart shook violently like a thousand swords slashing sideways.

At the same time, the main peak of Shushan Mountain, in the Golden Light Palace.

Lu Ju knelt on the bluestone ground, half of his figure was covered by shadows, and half of his figure was illuminated by light beams.

He kowtowed three times and paid nine obeisances to the master, saying: "Disciple Lu Ju, return to Mount Shu to meet Master."

He kowtowed three times and bowed nine times to the head's wife, Hua Jin, and said, "Junior Lu Ju, come back to Shushan to see my wife."

Joaquin stood up abruptly, with a tremor in his voice, "Brother, tell the truth, did that child use... her soul?"

Lu Ju was silent for a while, and replied slowly: "Ahu is Ahhu, and Senior Sister is Senior Sister."

Joaquin was also silent for a while, and finally said: "But it's still because you treat Qing Tong..."

Lu Ju raised his eyes and repeated: "Ahu is Ahhu, and senior sister is senior sister. What I do is only for Ahhu to be free in the world in this life, and I have nothing else to ask for."

Meng Qingtong is dead, Sikong Hu is not her.

The headmaster let out a long sigh, and Lajoujin sat down, "In short, they are all disciples of Shushan, and I will speak these words slowly later. Babe, when will Sikong be apprenticed?"

Like snowflakes falling into the water, there is no ripple on Lu Ju's expression, one eye is bright and the other is dark.

"Master, Ah Hu is just my disciple. Ah Hu does not belong to the Shushan School."

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