Master does not ride a dragon

With a whistle, Jin Yi blew away the flesh, bones and even the soul of Elder Danqingya.

There was a sudden silence in the arena, until the blood mist reluctantly scattered into Changtian.

Meng Yunzhong yelled "Monster", stood up abruptly, and pointed his sword at Jin Yi, and the halo of thunder made a loud roar, but it was not as fast as Meng Qingtong's knife pierced into the dragon's neck.

Jiaolong screamed in pain and turned downwards, Meng Qingtong took advantage of the momentum and jumped off the dragon's body, rushing down to the top of the mountain.

A red golden halo spread suddenly, covering the Yangqi Cave Abyss filled with devilish energy, covering Jin Yi in it.

The flood dragon rolled over the barrier, bounced off the top of the cliff, and rumbled down to the foot of the mountain.

And Meng Yunzhong's sword tip will reach outside the barrier, hitting a thin crack, and it will land with a "ding".

The vortex in the air suddenly stopped spinning, and the flesh and blood stumps slowly floated in the air.

Lu Ju escaped from the center of the vortex, while Jin Yi's demonic energy rising into the air was cut off by more than half. After a short period of panic, they gathered in a line and began to look for a new residence.

Lu Ju suddenly panicked, Taiwei sword slammed down, "Senior Sister!"

Meng Qingtong didn't have the strength to hide, so he turned his head slightly and gave him a comforting smile.

Jin Yi regained some sanity, raised his head suddenly, and stared at Meng Qingtong who was suspended outside the barrier.

After a long while, he suddenly started hitting the barrier with his fists and feet, and the muffled sound echoed on the top of the silent mountain: "Meng Qingtong! Meng Qingtong! Get out of the way!"

Her whole body was surrounded by pitch-black devilish energy, and the scorching breath penetrated into all three souls and seven souls.

Jin Yi watched her lips move slightly outside the barrier, and then her thick eyebrows and eyelashes trembled slightly in pain.

When she opened her eyes again, the originally bright and clear pupils were already blood red.

The Taiwei sword smashed on the barrier before its master, making an ear-piercing sound.

Lu Ju rolled down the surface of the barrier, frantically trying to lead the cloud of devilish energy to himself.

Just when he drew out a thin thread, Meng Qingtong suddenly pushed him lightly, and the black and red thread turned into a solid body and wrapped around his waist, binding him to the top of the cliff.

In this dream, it was the first time that Sikong Hu saw Lu Ju shouting loudly, his eyes were bleeding red, "Senior Sister!"

Meng Qingtong won't agree anymore, that red dress is swept down along with thousands of monsters' limbs and flesh.

In the rustling wind, if you listen carefully, you can still hear the sound of the golden crown falling off the rocks.

This night passed too long, and everything after that was a long torment.

Sikong Hu followed behind Lu Ju, from the top of Danqing Cliff to the foot of the mountain, walked back and forth several times, but did not find any flesh and blood of Meng Qingtong.

What Lu Ju was thinking, Sikong Hu was not very clear.

But as an outsider, he watched the whole incident with cold eyes, and he knew very well in his heart that everyone in Shushan Mountain was an accomplice to Meng Qingtong's death that night—including herself.

If the head hadn't insisted on imprisoning Jin Yi, and if Chisong hadn't happened to be in Shushan, Meng Qingtong wouldn't have been forced to get married, and wouldn't have been tied up with God himself.

The nature of Heshen's body is such that no matter it is demon energy or dharma energy, if it touches a little, it will not disperse, and it will be directly bound into the internal organs, three souls and seven souls, and Meng Qingtong will become a demon in his next life.

Even, even if the day of getting married is not chosen on this night;

Going forward, if Lu Ju hadn't gone down the mountain with Meng Qingtong...as long as there is an "if" that comes true, none of this will happen.

Meng Qingtong will not meet Jin Yi, will not deviate from the orthodoxy, will not wake up from the dream of "Shushan orthodoxy", and will not find that the demons are equally beautiful and gentle creatures.

She will not change from a "golden slip" to a "golden sword", and she will not live in symbiosis with the demonic energy. She has to die, and she dies so heroically.

At dawn, Lu Ju stood for the ninth time at the bottom of the valley under the Danqing Cliff, holding the golden lotus crown and the broken Heshen tassel in one hand, and raised the other hand, slowly covering his face.

For the first time this night, Sikong Hu walked around in front of Lu Ju, and saw Lu Ju's face.

Lu Ju's face was calm, even too calm.

The crisp youthful aura of the first meeting in the dream has disappeared, replaced by the taciturn affection that Sikong Hu is vaguely familiar with.

All the thoughts are kept secret, and everything can only be understood with a tacit understanding.

However, in this vast world, there is no one who has a tacit understanding with him and can comprehend everything with just one look.

After all, Lu Ju was young before, and he didn't know that it was the first and only time in his life that he was most excited.

Sikong Hu suddenly wanted to raise his hand to wipe off the strange water on Master's face.

But there was wind in the morning, and without him raising his hand in vain, the traces of water disappeared in a blink of an eye.

But Lu Ju turned around and strode up the mountain with his sword, and then returned to Danqing Cliff dryly, and dryly confessed most of his body strength, repairing Meng Qingtong's cracked barrier, and thickening it inch by inch until He tried seven or eight times with the Taiwei sword himself, but he didn't find any gaps before he indifferently walked down the stone roof facing the cave.

Sikong Hu sat under the magnolia tree, watched Lu Ju kneel down, confessed his heart and lungs with every sentence, and beat himself into a sinner in Shushan with every sentence.

In the end, Meng Yunzhong waved his hand, signaling that he could leave if he wanted to, and Shushan would not stay.

Lu Ju kowtowed his head three more times and went down the mountain like this.

Sikong Hu didn't want to follow him anymore, but he could only be dragged away.

He followed Lu Ju through the flowing clouds, through the market, and suddenly looked back, and suddenly saw a full moon in the sky that had not yet set.

Last night was August [-]th, so...

A heavy premonition landed in Sikong Hu's mind.

Meng Qingtong's soul is bound by demon energy, and he will also be born a demon in his next life.

Then, her devilish energy should be the aftermath, and Lu Ju should be in——

At sunset, Lu Ju took out a golden elixir the size of a soybean, and Sikong Hu recognized it as a ghost with low skill.

The pitch-black demonic energy lingered in the downtown area for a while, finding a direction, and was slowly and instinctively attracted by stronger demonic energy.

Lu Jue and Sikong Hu followed all the way, and finally the demonic air flowed into a busy family, and Lu Jue quickly grabbed it and stuffed it back into the golden elixir.

At this moment, there was a faint cry of a baby in the courtyard.

Sikong Hu raised his eyes in a daze, watching Lu Ju awkwardly hugging the wrinkled child into his arms, and asked, "Does the child have a name?"

The maid's face was full of tears, "The house was stolen! How can I care about the name? The master's family name is Sikong, please do me a favor, take this child away quickly, there are still many ways to live..."

Sikong Hu's name is special. He used to think that maybe he was the exiled son of some immortal cultivation sect, maybe he was a descendant of a mortal poet.

After falling into the dream, he even thought about something more terrifying—maybe he has some kind of blood relationship with Meng Qingtong, otherwise why would Lu Ju adopt him?

But Sikong Hu stood upright behind Lu Ju, and Lu Ju sat by the river holding this cheap child and thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of a suitable name until the old rice seller came over with a cart and drove him away. .

When Lu Ju's fingertips touched the tip of the child's nose and was about to spit out the name, Sikong Hu couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and ran to the opposite bank.

But this dream seems to be tied to Lu Ju.

No matter how far he ran, he could still hear Lu Ju's warm and good voice speaking softly.

"Then your name is Ah Hu. Master wishes you a life without disasters and dreams."

No disasters, no dreams.

Lu Ju set such a beautiful vision for the next owner of Meng Qingtong's soul, but Sikong Hu did not have such a good life.

It turns out that the three words "Sikong Hu" literally mean, like a cat or a dog, there is really no ingenuity.

If it wasn't for the accident, he would have nothing to do with Lu Ju.

Baitouya's 17 years were all stolen, and he should have felt lucky.

He followed Lu Ju blankly, and Lu Ju hugged "Sikong Hu" all the way.

Lu Ju first went to Baiyuan Cave, spent seven or eight days taming a white deer with pure and abundant magic energy, and dug out a piece of pure yang black iron;

Then Lu Ju went to Wanguiquanqu.Revisiting the old place, after that incident, this place was extremely desolate, Lu Ju didn't even look at it, went straight into the cave, and picked up the fallen dragon scale.

Sikong Hu knew that it was a fire bell.

The author has something to say:

Young and ignorant of love and hate, the most exciting in life!

Crying loudly, why is Master so bitter, why is Muhu so bitter!

Pray for heaven and earth to let go of a pair of lovers? Sing 123!

PS thanks to the mines of Lailai classmates!It's not in vain for me to drink morning tea in the middle of the night!

PPS (actually she is my babysitter)