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

But Qian Qing soon felt the rolled up silver needle in Lin Zichu's waist.He pushed Lin Zichu under him, holding a silver needle in his hand, and said:

"Lin Zichu, can you get the needle yourself?"

The veins in Lin Zichu's neck were bulging, his whole body seemed to be burst, and it was difficult to breathe.

Qian Qing was helpless, and said: "I saw the silver needles on your temples before, which seemed to be a formation to suppress the upward movement of spiritual power. Looking at your appearance at this time, I feel that you can't accommodate the majestic spiritual power in your body. The pulse cannot flow through the sky, so it is controlled with silver needles. The spiritual power cannot be suppressed, it seems to be an old disease for many years, and I can't think of a way to restrain it for a while."

Lin Zi Chu looked at Qian Qing fixedly, unable to speak, he could only moan in pain, mixed with a vague cough.

Every time he coughed, Lin Zichu struggled, and traces of blood appeared on his white skin.

Seeing this person's situation, Qianqing sighed, and said with a heavy meaning in her words: "The situation is urgent, no matter what, I will help you suppress the spiritual power in your body first. Lin Zichu, I offended you. Ah Mao, help me Bind his limbs so that he cannot move."

A black-haired spider quietly crawled off Qian Qing's shoulder and landed on the bed.

"I saved you first," Qian Qing said, "I'll settle the score slowly later."

The Pillar of Optimus, Zhengyang Immortal Sect, Zhenhui Peak, Banxie Pavilion.

There was a monk, dressed in a royal blue robe, with his hands behind his back, walking into the Banxie Pavilion.

This young monk raised his head to admire the beautiful scenery in all directions, his face was like a crown of jade, his body was tall and tall, and his temperament was extraordinary.

However, looking at the fiery red Xiuzhu's eyes around him, he seemed to be blind and lacking in spirit.

The powerful spiritual consciousness belonging to the cultivator of Huashen unscrupulously covered the entire Zhenhui Peak, taking in all the grass and trees on the top of the peak.

"The trouble-removing bamboos, are they still the ones that Fairy Longyu gave to Lord Fengxian back then?" Sect Master Bairen tilted his head and asked Qingfeng and Mingyue beside him.

About 30 years ago, the master Bairen of the Puyue Sect, who called the wind and rain, used to protect the sword of Feng Zhaoming Xianjun in the Banxie Pavilion, just like the two Taoist boys Qingfeng and Mingyue.

However, the time has changed, and the master of Bairen is no longer what he used to be. He is not the little swordsman of the past, and his status is even equal to that of Lord Feng.

It really flew up to the tip and became a phoenix.

Qingfeng flashed these thoughts in his mind for a moment, saluted, and said, "Exactly, this bamboo forest—"

"This bamboo forest is too old." Before Qingfeng could finish speaking, Sect Master Bairen frowned, and said first: "The scenery remains the same, it's really terrible. It's better to cut down this bamboo forest and replace it with Jingxin Arrow Bamboo, which is more beneficial to immortals. You practice meditation, it's great."

Qingfeng said awkwardly: "The suzerain was joking."

Sect Master Bairen shook his hand and said, "I'm not joking. I have prepared ten thousand hectares of arrow bamboo and five hundred pools of bamboo milk as a small gift for meeting the immortal."

"This……"

Qingfeng turned his head, looked at Feng Zhaoming who was standing aside, and took a step back, intending not to get involved in the affairs between these two old masters and slaves.

Sect Master Bai Ren smiled, but his eyes were sharp: "I don't know what Feng Xianjun wants?"

Feng Zhaoming looked at Sect Master Bairen quietly, without speaking.

The bamboo leaves of Jingxin Arrow Bamboo are peculiar, like arrow feathers, thin and sharp, full of evil spirit.Although it looks quite scary on the outside, this kind of fairy bamboo actually has the effect of calming the mind, which is very magical.Such bamboo can only be grown in places with strong spiritual power and peace and harmony.

At this moment, on the Zhenhui Peak, Qingfeng, Mingyue and other disciples dug out the Chuanzhu bamboo one by one from the top of the mountain, and replanted the Jingxin Arrow Bamboo.

Then plant five hundred bamboo milk brought by the suzerain himself to reconcile the damage caused by the unacceptable water and soil to the immortal bamboo.

Even though Qingfeng Mingyue and the other disciples could use the immortal method, after a lot of hard work, they were still gasping for breath.

After everything was ready, Qingfeng sent away the introductory disciples who were helping, and stood on the top of the mountain, looking around.

Jingxin Arrow Bamboo likes dampness, under the sunshine, the leaf surface is moist, coupled with the influence of bamboo milk, the peak is more green.

Qingfeng said: "Mingyue, the Immortal Monarch and Sect Master Bairen are talking in the Banxie Pavilion at this time, telling me that the two of us don't have to wait, but I always feel that we should wait outside the hall."

"That's right," Mingyue said, "Hundreds..."

Before the words finished, Qingfeng raised his hand to cover Mingyue's mouth.

He didn't let go until Mingyue's eyes revealed a clear expression.

Then, a divine consciousness came.

Mingyue whispered: "Sect Master Bairen has an eccentric personality. As early as when he was a sword boy, he had a strong desire to possess Feng Xianjun and did many ridiculous things..."

Qingfeng's expression was heavy, he paused, and said via voice transmission: "Sect Master Bairen is also the master of a sect. This time he came to visit, and he bears the face of the entire Puyue Sect. Maybe he won't do anything indecent."

Mingyue said: "He has a meticulous mind, a flexible mind, and a high level of cultivation. He is really a hero. It's just about love, so... oh."

Qingfeng said worriedly: "Back then, the position of Sect Master Bairen was humble and low, so he had to be restrained. However, his status is so high now, for the sake of Xianzong's appearance, I'm afraid...I'm afraid it's not good for Feng Xianjun to refuse sternly."

"Yes," Mingyue said: "The situation is like this, even if Xianjun doesn't let the two of us go to serve, we should stand outside the door."

Qingfeng nodded.

The two of them jumped up, turning into two red phantoms, which instantly dissipated in the air.

At the same time, inside the Banxie Pavilion.

In front of a square wooden table sat two male cultivators who looked young but had strong spiritual pressure.

One of them was dressed in a red and white robe, with a cold demeanor, lowered his eyes, and kept silent.

The one on the opposite side was dressed in a royal blue robe, with his hair combed up high, and he was very heroic.

"According to the calculation, this deity has been more than [-] years, and has not been to this evil pavilion." The blue-robed monk moved his eyes and 'looked' at Feng Zhaoming.

Feng Zhaoming didn't say a word, just lightly pointed with his right hand on the wooden table, and there were two teacups, which were placed in front of the two of them.

Sect Master Bairen smiled, raised his sleeve with his left hand, and raised the teacup with his right hand.

His divine sense, which has always been unscrupulous, is rare at this moment, and he only looks at the teacup in front of him.

Then Sect Master Bairen smiled and said: "Mr. Feng is so stingy, only entertaining guests with a cup of water?"

There was no annoyance in the words, but Feng Zhaoming still explained: "It's not clear water, but green lychee juice."

On Jueding Peak, there is a tree named Qingli after its fruit.

It takes a hundred years for a qingli fruit tree to produce a qingli. The skin of the qingli is uneven, like scales, but the taste of the fruit is extremely sweet. If it is condensed into juice, it can even move the face of a fairy.

It's just a whole green lychee, which can only be brewed with green lychee juice the size of a thumb. Even in Xianzong, this thing is relatively rare.

"It turned out to be green lychee juice." Sect Master Bairen put the teacup to his nose, sniffed it lightly, and said, "Why did you use this thing to entertain me instead of immortal wine? Could it be that Feng Jun thought that I still drank it back then?" The little sword boy who will be disciplined by you for some wine?"

Feng Zhaoming didn't argue fiercely, he said softly: "Green lychee juice is good for wood monks."

Of course Sect Master Bairen knew.It's just that Feng Zhaoming's words will undoubtedly make him more happy.

Take a closer look, even the teacup in your hand has a concave-convex shape, which is made of lychee peel, lest the other wood and porcelain tea cups cover up the sweet and extraordinary taste of lychee juice.

Sect Master Bairen raised his teacup, raised his head and drank it in one gulp. He said:

"As long as it is given to me by Feng Jun, even if it is a poison that burns my throat and cuts my belly, I will still drink it."

A pair of lifeless eyes stared fixedly at the person in front of him.

It was clearly a pair of blind eyes, but looking at Feng Zhaoming, there were explicit emotions in those eyes.

Sect Master Bairen put down his teacup, walked slowly to Feng Zhaoming, and said:

"After all... for this deity, I can see you..."

His voice was low and hoarse, adding exciting ambiguity.

Sect Master Bairen bent down, raised Feng Zhaoming's chin, and said softly:

"Being able to see such a bewitching beauty like you, Xianjun, I have no fear of how many eternal love tests I have to endure."

This is really ridiculous.

Feng Zhaoming, as the first disciple of the Dongkun Immortal Lord of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, has pure six roots, ruthless and desireless.After becoming the head of the immortal king, he behaved decently and should be a model of righteousness.

How about gorgeousness, how about confusing people?

These two shocking adjectives were overshadowed, but Feng Zhaoming remained calm and did not open his mouth to refute.

When it came to the two little fairy boys standing outside the hall, they couldn't help but gasped in surprise and anger.