Even if we meet, we should not know [new version]

Ming Shi and Ming Fei both looked at each other and sighed inwardly.

Practitioners, in order to seek longevity, defy the sky and risk their lives.

The way of heaven is fair, although monks live longer than ordinary people, they have difficulty in bearing children and rarely have children.

Aristocrats value bloodlines, and in order to breed offspring, there is not only one partner.

However, looking at my family, there is a kind of firmness extended from the blood.The past dynasties have honored the Lord, have single-minded feelings, and have an attitude towards their partners.

I thought Qianqing was young and didn't understand love.

Unexpectedly, just relying on a piece of sapphire just embodies his stubborn and stubborn character.

The two of them just said casually, and Qianqing's reaction was so intense.

In the future, Immortal Baizang wants to marry him, but he wonders if the quarrel between the grandfather and grandson will turn the world upside down.

But in the face of this grandson of Baizang Immortal Venerable, the little lord of the Wangwo Zun clan, there is nothing he can do.She two said:

"I'm lying to you, that sapphire maw is very fragile and needs spiritual care, and the two of us always carry it with us."

After saying that, it was obvious that the palm of the right hand was turned up, and a blue light flashed, revealing a green treasure box.

The whole body of the treasure box is emerald green, and the material is transparent, which can be seen faintly. There is half a piece of jade inside.

The jade stone is as small as a thumb, haggard and dull. It is said to be Gang Mao, but in fact it is just a corner of Gang Mao.

On the top of the jade, there is a vague word "Mo", which is extremely difficult to identify.

Qian Qing suffocated, he stepped forward to pick up the treasure box.

Mingfei blocked it and said, "Qianqing, you have a special physique. At the same time, you have the scorching heat of Queyan Erhe and the dominance of the divine beast Fulong. The corner of this ganglia is very fragile and cannot bear your touch. You have to think clearly. , once touched, this Gang Mao will be wiped out."

Pain flashed in Qianqing's eyes, and he stepped back, "...I don't touch it."

Ming said: "When the two of us finish our work today, we will definitely send this Gangmao back to Wangqing Peak with our own hands."

"It's work."

Ming Fei said: "If there is nothing else, we are going to tidy up the back garden."

Qianqing nodded, just about to bid farewell to these two people.

At this moment, Lin Zichu who was standing aside suddenly said, "Wait."

The three looked together.

Lin Zichu paused.He didn't know what he was doing for.

Maybe it was just now that Qianqing showed a reluctance to Gangmao, and that expression made my heart ache.

It may also be that after Lin Zichu heard that Qian Qing might marry another woman...he was after all...unable to calmly pass by the person he is closest to and loves the most.

Lin Zichu closed his eyes and opened them again, he said:

"...This Gang Mao has the attribute of cold wood, and Qianqing can't touch it. But I have the body of a cold dragon lying on the snow, and I can send this Gang Mao to Wangqing Peak for the two of you."

"What?" Qian Qing couldn't believe it, and looked at Ming and Ming Fei sisters with questioning eyes.

Of course, these two women have heard of the 'cold dragon lying on the snow body', and they know that this kind of physique is both cold and woody, and it is simply perfect for this rigid body.

Before Qianqing could ask, the two nodded in unison.

Qianqing was overjoyed and said, "Lin Zichu, you are really a good person."

Lin Zichu looked into Qianqing's joyful eyes, his chest seemed to be burst by some kind of emotion, it was stuck in his throat, tight in his chest.

He wanted to hug Qianqing tightly, wanted to tell him how much he missed, how... how much he loved him...

However, no matter how excited Lin Zichu was in his heart, he was actually expressionless.

Qian Qing was excited for a while, and then said firmly: "It's not too late, let's go to see Qing Peak now."

Grabbing Lin Zichu's hand, he said eagerly, "Quick...help me hold it."

Lin Zichu nodded lightly and said, "I promise you all."

The two walked out of Baizang Immortal Venerable, and sat on the back of the little macaque again.

Qian Qing fixed her eyes on the treasure box in Lin Zichu's hand, without saying a word.

The surrounding grass and trees fell back quickly, and the mountains stretched like the rugged backs of wild animals.

Only the passing wind could be heard in the ears.

Lin Zichu lowered his eyes, and when he spoke, his voice was already hoarse.

"... Qianqing."

"..."

"Why do you say that you only want the master of this piece of Gangmao?" Lin Zichu asked softly, "I heard that you have fallen into the Four Styles of Time, 'Even if you meet each other', I want to ask you, What exactly do you remember?"

"You know you got a lot." Qian Qing paused and said sadly, "...but I don't remember much."

"Then how do you know that what you forgot is the owner of Gang Mao?"

"...I feel so." Qianqing sighed and said, "If I feel wrong, there is nothing I can do."

Lin Zichu paused for a moment, and said: "Recently, Lord Fengxian has been visiting Sect Master Bairen every other month or so. I'm afraid it has something to do with this trick 'Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other'."

Qianqing opened her mouth and was about to speak when she suddenly realized something, raised her eyebrows: "Why should I tell you?"

"You don't need to tell me, I'm just guessing casually." Lin Zichu smiled softly, but his expression soon became serious again.He said: "...Mr. Fengxian is so powerful, there must be a way to restore your memory."

For some reason, Qian Qing frowned, deep in her heart, she actually resisted Lin Zichu's praise of Feng Zhaoming.

Forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, he said, "Hmph, so what."

"Since that's the case," Lin Zichu said, "If one day you recover your memory and think of the owner of this piece of gangue, and you find...he is different from what you imagined, what will you do?"

"how do I say this?"

Lin Zichu's Adam's apple rolled, and he said, "For example... the master of Gangmao looks ugly—"

Before the words fell, Qian Qing sneered and interrupted him: "So what."

Lin Zichu who was interrupted didn't care, and continued: "Another example, is that man a man?"

Qianqing said, "I don't care."

"...And what if that person has been ill for a long time and doesn't have much time to live?"

This time, Qianqing didn't answer immediately, he remained silent.

Lin Zichu, who was sitting by the side, made a swallowing movement, and spent the days like years, waiting for this person's answer.

After an unknown amount of time, Qianqing sighed softly.

"Assuming that's the case..." he said.

After saying these few words, Qianqing stopped again. He looked at Lin Zichu in a daze, and said to himself: "Why should I tell you? It's strange, I don't object to telling you."

Lin Zichu looked at Qianqing pretending to be calm.

"Do you know," Qian Qing said, "Ten years ago, when I returned to Zhengyang Xianzong, the moment I woke up, I realized that I had forgotten someone. I knew I had forgotten, but I couldn't remember at all. What was forgotten, there is only a residual emotion lingering in my heart, let me know that I must never forget, I must find him."

Lin Zichu forcibly held back the trembling of his body, without saying a word.

"I think I can give my life to that person."

"..."

Qian Qing said: "I can give him my life, why not? Even if his life is not long, I only want him alone."

Lin Zichu raised his hand to touch his eyes, and said softly, "If that person stands in front of you, but you don't recognize him?"

"Why are there so many if..." Qianqing was helpless.

At this moment, a vast spiritual power suddenly appeared all around.

Lin Zichu only felt that his back was tense, as if there was something on the top of his head that was pressing down heavily.

He looked up.

Seeing a red-robed monk, he suddenly appeared.He looked at the two of them silently.There is no movement, but there is an aura of crossing the world.

Lin Zichu was speechless.

The red-robed monk looked down, contemptuously at the common people.

A pair of cold eyes seemed to pass over the two of them slowly and quickly, and then stopped on Qianqing.

After watching quietly for a while, the young monk called out:

"Qianqing."

The voice is calm and calm.

Qian Qing clicked her tongue, touched the ape's head, and said, "Little macaque, stop."

Then he cupped his hands and said, "Master."

It turned out that this red-robed monk was the head of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, Feng Zhaoming.

The world did not expect that Feng Zhaoming, who was famous all over the world, turned out to be such a young and handsome man.

He only heard him say: "In the morning Baizang Xianzun gave a lecture, where are you?"

"..."

Qianqing looked around, as if she didn't hear anything.

Feng Zhaoming quietly watched him put on a show, and he was not angry, he just said: "Since half a day has been wasted, I will go to Zhenxi Peak with me now."

"what!"

Qian Qing was a little excited, he didn't have a class this afternoon, but what Master said was to force Qian Qing to practice with him.

Qian Qing frowned, although she was reluctant, she still wanted to sell some face to her own master, so she reluctantly asked: "What are you going to do?"

"I can fully use the dragon-leading formation, and I will help you subdue the dragon today."

The cold and taciturn Feng Xianjun said lightly.

Zhengwuzhou respects the dragon, and most of the ordinary people's homes enshrine the dragon-shaped totem, begging for the prosperity of the country and the people.

A dragon was also sealed between Qianqing's forehead.

This dragon is unusual, it is a divine beast Fulong.According to the legend, Fulong lived the same life as the heaven and the earth, and was fierce and ferocious.

To this day, no one has been able to tame it.

Such a divine beast should not be able to be sealed. If it were someone else, as soon as Fulong got into his forehead, that person would explode and die because he couldn't bear Fulong's powerful spiritual power.

Fortunately, the divine beast sealed between Qianqing's forehead was not an adult Fulong, but a small dragon evolved from the scales of Fulong, sleeping for many years.Adulthood is still a long time away.

And Qianqing is not an ordinary person, he is the only son of the fairy master Dongkun, born by the fairy Lan Qiugui.With the bones of the Immortal Lord Dongkun as the bone, the flesh of the Fairy Lanqiu Gui as the flesh, and the blood of the Zun family, he has a strong physique.After the pulse is opened, the physique is comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

This series of reasons came together to form the current situation.

However, the Fulong between Qianqing's forehead is like a firecracker about to be ignited, it is extremely dangerous to stay in Qianqing's body.

All because Fulong longed for freedom.

Fulong between Qianqing's forehead needs to sleep now, and when he was asleep, he was quite stable.However, once he wakes up, according to his arrogant personality, he will never stay in a small world.

If Fulong can't be accepted as a divine beast, then Qianqing will either let it go, or be turned upside down by Fulong, and there will never be a day of peace.

At this moment, what Feng Zhaoming is most worried about is not Queyan Erhe in Qianqing's dantian.

The first thing to talk about is Fulong between Qianqing's forehead.

Although Yan Xianhe is also extremely powerful, if it is not handled properly, it is very troublesome.But compared to Fulong, it was easier to say.

Feng Zhaoming needs to guide Qianqing, teach him to subdue Fulong, and protect Qianqing from Fulong's backlash when he is in danger.

Qianqing has only built a foundation, has not yet formed an alchemy, and has not even chosen the way of cultivation, so she has to face this kind of dangerous creature with a reputation in the world. As Qianqing's master, Feng Zhaoming has a heavy burden on his shoulders, one can imagine .