Master does not ride a dragon

While rubbing salt on the fish, Sikong Hu thought, Hey, why am I back again?

Is it because Master's lips curled up slightly when he said the word "fish", and the thin lips were a little round?

Or was it because the master was tired of talking, and the tip of his red tongue moistened his lips a little?

Or, is it because the master's finger holding Taiwei's scabbard is reflected by the jade-colored sword light, making it look extraordinarily powerful?

Thinking of this, Sikong Hu couldn't help but slapped his face, and wanted to go down the mountain even more.

The master was very helpless when he robbed the apprentice who ran away from home twice in one day.

Sikong Hu didn't run out of the mountain gate this time, he was directly blocked at the kitchen door, carrying a small bundle, and didn't even have time to take off his apron.

The young man bowed his head with a puffy face, and paddled around the ant nest with his toes, repeating the same sentence over and over again, "I want to go down the mountain."

The master looked at it for a while, then suddenly took a step back, "Okay, then you can rehearse the exercises of nourishing the soul. If your skills are sufficient, I will let you go down the mountain immediately."

here we go again!Practice exercises again!

But the Taiwei sword that has never been drawn out of its sheath shimmers in the master's arms, and when it is reflected in the eyes, it is a hundred thousand points of water, it is the master looking at him seriously.

What does it mean that the emperor of the Han Dynasty emphasizes color and thinks about the country, what does it mean that the princes of the beacon fire show a smile, and what is... Isn't it all right? !Just ask, who still wants to be Tang Minghuang and Zhou Youwang!Isn't he the happiest person, Sikong Hu! ?

Sikong Hu threw away the little burden in grief and shame, and began to practice the soul-cultivating method while wearing an apron.

Si Ge was afraid that he would not be able to remember, so he recited formulas beside him, "Yuanshi Dazhen, Wulei Gaozun. Taihua Haoying, Donglang Bamen..."

Sikong Hu followed his formula: a watermelon is round and round, cut him in half...

Huoling knelt down and rummaged through his baggage, "Sikong, what did you take away from home?...Chopped chili sauce? Chili oil? Why do you love spicy food so much?"

The master looked helplessly at the bottles and cans on the ground, and motioned him to continue.

The four songs continue to read, "Calling the dragon to cause rain, collecting the breath and gathering smoke. The sun, the moon, and the five stars, the Big Dipper and the seven yuan..."

Sikong Hu continued to follow his formula: Master is half and half is me, master doesn't want me to get used to it.No, no, I'm not embarrassed either, it's still the most embarrassing for selling watermelons...

The young man was already tired after such a day of tossing around.

Before Sige could read "Heaven, Earth, Water, Mountain", Sikong Hu was already so sleepy that he was snoring lightly, and a crystal clear snot bubble appeared at the same time.

When he woke up, it was already high in the sun.

Sikong Hu opened his eyes and thought about it for a while, then looked at the sunlight outside the window, and immediately rolled out of bed subconsciously.I haven't made breakfast for Master yet!

But as soon as he walked to the door of the kitchen, he withdrew his feet, and he knew how to cook when he was cooking, and the master didn't eat!The master not only refused to eat, but also refused to let him go down the mountain, and even tricked him into practicing exercises!

But Sikong Hu lowered his head angrily, and saw the little orange cat at his feet meowing and licking a whole fishbone.

Master ate the half-steamed crucian carp last night?

Sikong Hu touched his hot face and walked into the kitchen.

——Huoling and Sige squatted on the ground, with dishes in front of them, all of which were last night's dishes.Huoling doesn't eat vegetables, and Sige is picking out the cowpeas from the fried minced pork with cowpea horns.

Stir-fried minced meat with cowpea horns Pick out the cowpea horns, what is left? !Wouldn't it be good to just eat stuffed buns? !

Standing there, Sikong Hu felt a vein twitch on his forehead.

Huo Ling raised his head, "Are you awake? Are you hungry? Come and eat together."

Sikong Hu said: "It all belongs to Master!"

Huo Ling disagreed, "Master won't eat again!"

When Sikong Hu was reminded like this, he remembered that he was still angry, so he immediately heated up the pot.

Huo Ling said, "You want to cook for Master?"

Sikong Hu said: "I will make it for myself!"

Master likes sweet food, he likes spicy food.Chopped peppers are spicy, oily peppers are spicy, red oil is spicy, and there is nothing spicy or unpleasant, but basically I have never done it.

But Sikong Hu filled a crucian carp with half a can of chopped peppers, steamed it in a pan, steamed half a column of incense, then added half a can of chili powder, topped with shredded green onion, shredded ginger, and shredded pepper, and poured a layer of boiling red oil.

fresh!fragrant!hot!

Sikong Hu took half a plate of fried minced pork with cowpea horns that he had rescued overnight, served with fresh and spicy crucian carp with chopped peppers, and a bowl of rice was delicious, and the sweat beads on his forehead were screaming spicy Spicy!

Until a little shoe toe appeared in his sight.

Sikong Hu recognized this pair of shoes, so he slowly raised his head.

The master and him looked at each other for a long time, and first broke the silence, "If you like spicy food, make spicy food. Anyway, Bigu for the master—"

If he cooks spicy food, can he find an excuse to visit Master three times a day? !

Sikong Hu shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, no, master, as the saying goes, a little spicy is good for you, but a big spicy is harmful to your body. Occasionally eat it once or twice, for example, once every three years, once every five years..."

The master smiled, "Whoever said the common saying, I haven't heard of it."

Seeing the master smile, Sikong Hu blushed again, "It's just... Anyway, I don't like spicy food! Master, do you have any light recipes, let's teach the disciples!"

The master looked down at the bright red plate, and then looked up at the white clouds and blue sky.

Sikong Hu almost thought that the master was going to be angry, but the master looked down at him again, and said seriously: "Swap the crucian carp with small yellow croaker, and replace the chopped pepper with fermented glutinous rice, add a little soy sauce and steam it. If you like it, add a little chopped pepper , not too spicy, but also light, without adding a drop of oil, it is best eaten in summer."

Sikong Hu nodded frantically, "Okay, I will do it tomorrow."

The master nodded, casually plucked a grain of rice from his stupid apprentice's lips, and said, "Okay."

Master's fingertips were warm and cool, touching the corner of his lips, Sikong Hu's face flushed red.

Sikong Hu was comforted by his master once, and temporarily forgot to be angry.

When the sun was about to set, Sikong Hu walked into the master's study with a tea tray in his hands.

Master said, "What's wrong?"

Sikong Hu doggedly said: "The newly fried Mingqian tea, master, you can try it."

The master drank half of the glass slowly and said, "Not bad." After finishing speaking, he continued to read the book and turned another page.

Sikong Hu didn't move, he continued to squat in front of the master, his eyes flickered, his upper teeth bit his lower lip, like some kind of pitiful little animal.

He read it for a long time, and the master finally put down the book, "Aren't you going to practice?"

Sikong Hu lowered his head and murmured: "Master, look, Sige eats grass, and the fire bell breathes fire. Only this kind of third-rate monsters have gone down the mountain. But I, this young hero, are so young, how can I be here? Is it wasted on the top of the mountain? That’s not what the scriptures say.”

This time, the master paused for a long time, before uttering two words from his thin lips: "Waste?"

Sikong Hu thought to himself, it's bad, he said the wrong thing, and the master is angry.How can it be a waste of time to stay on the mountain with Master?

Sikong Hu shook his head again like a rattle, "Don't waste your time!"

The master didn't speak any more, just looked at him quietly.There are three points of inquiry, three points of doubt, three points of suspicion, and one point of strangeness in the expression. Sikong Hu doesn't know what it is.

Sikong Hu stood up listlessly, "Master, I'm going to practice."

When he walked to the door of the study, he heard the master finally say "hmm", and felt depressed - the master was really angry.

Unexpectedly, the master went on to say: "After practicing the exercises, change clothes and go down the mountain with the master."

Sikong Hu turned around with a "huh", "Going down the mountain?!"

The master turned another page of the book, and said casually, "I'll pick a weapon that is convenient for you, and I will naturally go down the mountain."

Sikong Hu ran away, his legs fell like wild rabbits in the back mountain, "Master, I'm going to practice!"

Sikong Hu didn't expect that a person like Master, who is as immortal as his master, wants to go down the mountain without using a sword, and he doesn't do anything to attract clouds. It was already dark.

It can be seen that the master is indeed not a famous teacher in the fairy mountain, and it is indeed because of his face that he can occupy Baitouya.

Sikong Hu looked at his master standing by the river, the white shirt was soaked with the sparkling river, the corners of his face were as warm as suet white jade, he couldn't help thinking, but what does that matter?

In Qianqiu Town, a wide waterway splits the north and south, and countless painted boats shuttle on the waterway, and the lanterns are hung from one end of the river to the other, dazzling the eyes with flickering lights.

A girl squatted at the foot of the steps to release a river lantern, and a young man lit a sky lantern, lifting the swollen and hot dim light up into the blue sky.

Sikong Hu raised his head, only to find that there were countless sky lanterns scattered in the sky, the closer ones could still see the flickering outlines of the candles in the lanterns, and the farther ones melted into a little star, circling around the bright moon.

The world is prosperous, so it is.

Huo Ling pulled Si Ge to buy sky lanterns, and the master stood by the river, with his hands behind his back, calmly looking at the lights and the bright moonlight on the river.

The moon is the romantic eyes of the heart of the river, but the romantic is nothing more than a piece of the sleeve corner of the master or a sparkle between the eyebrows.

Huoling bought the sky lantern, and excitedly dragged Sige to the top of the bridge to put the lantern on, and a gust of wind brushed past Sikong Hu, "Sikong, you don't put the lantern on, let it go!"

Sikong Hu suddenly felt sad for no reason, and lowered his head with his hands behind his back, and crushed his toes.

When he regained his composure and raised his head, the shimmering figure in white was no longer among the crowd by the river.

Sikong Hu pushed through the crowd and searched and searched, shouting while searching: "Master!"

There was an opera troupe by the river setting up a stage to sing, babbling and babbling, their voices were soft and sticky, which made Sikong Hu feel panicked and anxious to cross the water.

But there was a warm and cool male voice behind him and said softly, "Sikong."

Sikong Hu's back stiffened suddenly, and he turned around.

The city was full of smoke, and the master stood by the river, with his back against the gongs and drums.

Sikong Hu approached and said loudly, "Master?"

Master still said calmly, "Sikong, why am I here alone?"

Sikong Hu took a step back and looked at Master's face.

He is also heroic, indifferent, arrogant, and mighty.Nine points for self-control plus one point for seduction, everything is appropriate.

The master grabbed Sikong Hu's wrist, turned around and walked up the steps to the backstage of the troupe.

The gongs and drums at the front desk are noisy, and there is a wall and a curtain between this place and this place, like two worlds.

The master leaned against the dressing table, and his narrow waist drew an arc in the bronze mirror.

Sikong Hu's throat tightened, "Master, what does this mean—"

Master interrupted him, "Sikong."

"Ok?"

"I know."

"..."

"I know, I am your sweetheart. I am the same to you. "

The light in the background was dim, and the master laughed silently, bewitching people like a goblin.Master's lips are thin but not affectionate, between the opening and closing, there seems to be involuntary feelings floating in the small room, like fine and moist transparent silk threads, entangled more and more tightly.

Sikong Hu clenched his fist and finally let go.

He bent down and pulled the back of Master's hand to his lips, as if holding some rare treasure

He has seen these hands countless times, the fingers are straight, the ring finger is extra long, they are clean, and there is a little vein on the back of the hand, which is just right.

Sikong Hu closed his eyes and kissed him almost reverently.

Everything that followed could not be controlled by anyone. The master was pushed onto the mirror stage, the sleeves of his robe were stained with peach-colored oil paint, and there was a blue mark on his finger, and he gently stroked Sikong Hu's chin.Then down, the master leaned down and embraced his top.

Sikong Hu took a deep breath, felt his forehead start to thump again, and the voice in his chest was like a drum beating, even the babbling and beating of the front desk turned into river lights and went away with the waves.Master leaned back on the dressing table, trembling slightly, panting unbearably, "Come in..."

Sikong Hu's eyes were red, he parted his straight long legs tremblingly, he really reached down, and through the cool cloth, he really held the master, and then he leaned back.

The master raised his head slightly, and a drop of water suddenly rolled onto the bronze mirror.

The next moment, Sikong Hu shot like lightning, and suddenly slapped the Tianling Gai of the person in front of him hard!

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