Master does not ride a dragon

Sikong Hu didn't answer, just patted Yukang on the back, "Huoling, come out and order."

Huo Ling yawned continuously and turned into a figure, lay down on the table, let her long ponytail pat the table, and said in a muffled voice: "Zhajiang noodles, roast duck, steamed buns with plum vegetables, sour plum soup."

Xiaoer said: "Hey, girl, you are an expert! Our Liangxiang is also an important town in Gyeonggi, and you ordered all the delicious food at the feet of the emperor!"

Huo Ling rubbed his eyes, "Let's put it down, you don't have much to eat in this area of ​​Gyeonggi, Liangxiang, it's not bad, there is some seafood, but you ruined it all, I say you learn from Lingnan people no?"

Xiao Er didn't feel that he couldn't eat well, and he didn't dare to talk too much, so he went downstairs to order food.

Chi Shuhuan said: "Huoling, why are you so unhappy? Do you want me to take you back to Shushan?"

As we all know, Lu Ju took the white deer back to Shushan. The white deer and Huoling, the dragon-scale spirit, are a pair. The master and apprentice who have been talked about are separated in this way, and Huoling is not angry.

Unexpectedly, Huo Ling was stunned, "No! What are you thinking? Si Ge and I are not short-lived mortals like you. A hundred and eighty years is just a matter of sleep. It's okay for us to meet again after you are dead."

Chi Shuhuan has practiced Taoism all his life, and he is not as transparent as a teenage goblin. He heard a cold sweat of shame, "Eat vegetables, eat vegetables."

Sikong Hu ate something casually, wiped his mouth, took out two pieces of silver from Chi Shuhuan's purse and handed it to Xiaoer, and asked, "I heard that Liangxiang is not peaceful recently."

Xiaoer wiped Wenyin, stuffed it into his belt, looked around, and replied in a low voice: "It's not peaceful, everyone says there are ghosts, especially Wang Yuanwai's family, hey! It's miserable!"

Chi Shuhuan figured out what his plan was, presumably because he really didn't have enough money to spend, and wanted to do some side jobs, subjugate demons and kill ghosts, and earn some money by the way.

He lowered his head to eat the noodles, slurped the noodles, and said vaguely: "You have no experience in this line of work, I will go with you."

Chi Shuhuan and Sikong Hu went all the way to inquire about Wang Yuanwai.

Liangxiang is where the emperor's palace is located, and there are many rich families, but no matter how arrogant the people wearing sables are, they have to walk dozens of steps away from the king to perform the ceremony honestly.

Yuanwai is not a big official, but Wang Yuanwai is a little bit more aggrieved and touching.

Wang Yuanwai's famous name Wang Haichen died at the age of 86.

As the name suggests, Wang Haichen's life has gone from being an unknown retainer to becoming an emperor and prime minister, and then flying down [-] feet to become a member of a good villager.

Wang Haichen was not valued by the late emperor in his early years, and he was always the little prince's companion.The first emperor's court cousins, friends and brothers Gong, did not have much quarrel, not to mention that the little prince is not a prince, and has a happy temper, he is not willing to get involved in the government affairs.

I don't know whether it's Wang Haichen's ambition, or the little prince wearing sheep's clothing like a wolf, or the situation is threatening—in short, just such a little ancestor who doesn't want to be on the wall, but Wang Haichen has the ability to support him with one hand and turn him into the sky.

Later, Wang Haichen cooperated closely with the little emperor who had transformed into a smiling tiger, and they subdued the pirate army of the Rongtian God Sect in the south of Lingnan, using the pirates as an army, and took the East China Sea archipelago back into its territory.

The little emperor has achieved great success for thousands of years, but Wang Haichen, who is a second-rank official, has a career that has plummeted three thousand feet. He was directly kicked to Liangxiang, a port in Gyeonggi, and became an official with little real power.

Three or forty years passed in a flash. In the past, the emperors and teachers lived in Liangxiang like this, until the lights went out after death, and they could not live safely. After the death of Wang Yuanwai, the coffin was put in the main hall of the palace, but this coffin was not good. After one night, it rotted to a pungent and unpleasant smell, and countless unsightly vines, moss, and dog mushrooms grew.

The coffin was rotten enough for outsiders to understand, but the king lying in it was as alive as life.

Wang Yuanwai had a dream on the last night before his death, in which he left four sentences.

"Three dots of gold are placed on the ax and axe of the criminal. The sin is forgiven and the temple is built to clear the name. Burn incense and tell the ghosts under the command, and the sword and halberd pass the wind and rain."

"Three Dianjin" is a slang term used by fishermen and pirates, referring to the three dangerous reefs outside Liangxiang Port.The meaning of this doggerel is to ask Wang Yuanwai's family to salvage the remains of some criminals outside Liangxiang Harbor and restore their innocence, and also to build a shrine for these lonely ghosts!

Chi Shuhuan said: "To build a temple, we need people to ask for it, but this method is the work of a strong ghost."

The only daughter of Wang Yuanwai is very courageous, and she feels that these evil spirits are making trouble for no reason, not to mention that the seven-character doggerel is really nonsense.

That's all for the coffin, if it breaks, you can change it, and if it breaks, you can change it again. Anyway, Miss Wang is not short of money, and she has a lot of kung fu.

Outside the door the new wind howls, and inside the door is also icy.Miss Wang sat on the rosewood chair outside the main hall every day with her legs crossed, watching who could be more evil than a human or a ghost.

However, Miss Wang's husband who barged in the door was as timid as a mouse, and secretly picked up Chi Shuhuan, who had a bright tongue and a lotus flower, and Sikong Hu, who was silent and deep, from the side of the road, treated the guests with courtesy, and arranged the two great ghost hunters in the east wing.

Chi Shuhuan lay down on the bed and asked the maid to beat her back, "Sister, lower down a little bit, hey, that's right. Your name is Cuiyun? Are you afraid of ghosts and ghosts?"

Cuiyun covered her mouth, "My master walked and sat upright, I'm not afraid."

Sikong Hu sat at the table straight and straight, spread out the paper and pen, before he finished his work, he was in a daze for a while, as if he still had a childish temper.

This child is good-looking, tall and long-legged, with broad shoulders and narrow waist from the back view, he is actually an adult.

Chi Shuhuan pushed Cuiyun's hand away, sat up and took a sip of tea.

"Little Sikong, Nineteenth Martial Uncle doesn't know exactly what... the rift between you and Eldest Brother. But there are a few words that should be said. Eldest Brother has his own difficulties. No matter what he does, don't Blame him."

Sikong Hu's wrist paused when he was writing, and a leaky mark resembling Lu Ju's handwriting was drawn on the paper.

Chi Shuhuan said: "The demon world has been sluggish these years, and it is because of the battle more than ten years ago, the master severely injured the Demon Lord."

"That battle sounded easy, but in fact, when the head of the sect went to the battle, the whole Shu Mountain was determined to die. Before the master left, the teacher's wife said: 'You are the sky of Shu Mountain. If you don't come back, the sky will collapse. '"

That's the way it is said, but no one knows whether Meng Yunzhong will come back or not, and Lu Jumeng Qingtong Chi Shuhuan and others are still children, so they can't help much.

At that time, Meng Yunzhong rubbed the top of Lu Ju's hair with his hands, and said to Joaquin, "Then I have to help you, let Ju'er grow into a pillar that can mend the sky."

Chi Shuhuan suddenly patted his forehead, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, your master is also very interesting, and the focus is never the same as others. After the master left, he asked his wife a question. Guess what he asked? "

Sikong Hu said: "He asked, why is it him?"

It's not that Lu Ju is unwilling to use his life to mend the sky, such a young child has no idea about it.

But looking at Sikong Hu's attitude towards studying, one can tell that Lu Jue really broke the casserole and asked the bottom line. What he asked was indeed: "Why me?"

Chi Shuhuan suppressed his smile, and said slowly: "That's right. Teacher told him that because I am obsessed with alchemy, and because the senior sister is a girl after all, only he is superior in wisdom, has a clear spirit, and is a cloud from the sky. You will definitely take on a great responsibility. No one is qualified to give up and waste your destiny, and you are what God says you are."

Lu Ju, like Meng Qingtong and Chi Shuhuan, are happy and carefree young people.

But in the ups and downs of the trivial sentences that are worthy of great responsibility, "I" and "all living beings" finally naturally separated.

Lu Ju has grown into what he is today in the long hints. Even if he took Sikong Hu away for 18 years, there was always a space in his heart for Shushan and the Three Realms supported by Shushan—he subconsciously believed that he was a piece of isolated darkness. Tyrannical days, and he was.

Sikong Hu went down with the pen tip, picked up the outline along the leak mark of the house, and said calmly: "I understand."

This time it was Chi Shuhuan's turn to be taken aback, "What do you understand?"

Sikong Hu said: "I don't blame Master. No matter what happens, I don't blame Master."

As much kindness as Lu Ju showed to the world, he felt as much guilt towards him.I'm afraid Sikong Hu will never have the heart to blame Lu Ju, not to mention that he himself did the wrong thing.

Sikong Huzai asked the housekeeper carefully, and carefully recorded the details of the ghost's return.

Chi Shuhuan said: "Little Sikong, I didn't realize that you have such a leisurely interest in catching ghosts before."

Sikong Hu left him with a relaxed back, and said casually: "I haven't caught it before, give it a try."

Catching ghosts and subduing demons is naturally the most basic practice of a monk. From the heroic deeds of "Golden Slips and Jade Letters", we can know that Lu Ju has done a lot.

Sikong Hu had a little desire to understand, a little eagerness to try, a little want to repeat the same mistakes, and a little bit of kindness that wanted to quietly act for Lu Huang.

Chi Shuhuan sighed, "What are you going to do?"

Sikong Hu said: "Ghosts can revive their souls, but I can summon their souls. If you summon the ghost's soul, you will know the reason as soon as you ask. If you have a grudge, you will have a grudge, and if you have a grudge, you will have a revenge."

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You all seem to want to be here directly [End of the play]

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