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

The deafening roar of the monk echoed in the valley.

'Boom!Boom!Boom! '

A strong attack as dense as raindrops hit the lid of the transparent coffin.The coffin lid made an overwhelmed sound, and it was about to crack into pieces.

At this moment, Elder Deng Lin suddenly turned around and stopped attacking the coffin.

He gave a long moan, like a wounded beast.

At the same time, the majestic spiritual power spread in all directions, like a huge wave crashing into a mountain, the surrounding trees were rattled by the invisible air waves, and the raindrops from the leaves fell down, like a heavy rain.

Old Immortal Deng Lin's eyes were red, and he looked fiercely at the endless darkness ahead.

"...If those two little bastards still refuse to do anything tomorrow, I will kill them!"

He stood alone in the woods for a long time, then sat cross-legged next to the coffin of the male corpse.

No one could see that this Mahayana cultivator looked dejected at the moment, as if he had turned into a homeless abandoned dog.

Accompanying him are only the silent stars in the sky.

Frozen forest wasteland, near Wushan boundary.

There were a few monks on horseback wearing black clothes and cloaks on their shoulders, whipping in the void with leather whips, making a sound like a thunderbolt.

"drive!"

The fat and strong horse galloped with all four hooves, running hard, and white water vapor was sprayed from its nose.

"Senior Sister Xu," a young male cultivator said to the female cultivator beside him, "Brother Wenren suddenly detonated the distress symbol yesterday, and told me to go to Wushan Realm quickly. Fortunately, we are not far from Wushan Realm, and I'm afraid we can get there today." Hurry up. I don’t know what happened to Senior Brother Wenren, will everything be okay?”

The woman called 'Senior Sister Xu' is Xu Wangwen's younger sister, Xu Xiyin.

In the past ten years, the originally thin girl has become a quite heroic monk.

It's just that when he spoke, he was still as gentle as before.

She shook her head and said: "Master said, Brother Wenren is the smartest and loves to joke around. Maybe this detonation of the distress talisman is just to let us go to Wushan Realm sooner."

Hearing that, the young male cultivator showed a relieved expression.

Xu Xiyin smiled: "Since that's the case, we can't keep senior brother Wenren waiting. Let's hurry up."

After finishing speaking, he pulled the rein of the horse, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and the speed became faster.

A group of monks hurriedly followed behind, and a group of horses passed through the forest, with sand and stones flying.

Xu Xiyin, who was walking in the forefront, gradually lost the smile on her face, and her eyes were replaced by seriousness.

She had already learned the news of the missing little fairy master through a letter, and also knew that Wen Renshao was infected by a walking corpse that suddenly exploded when he went out to look for the little fairy master.

Lives are at stake.

Wen Renshao was lying on the bed, feeling that all the blood vessels in his body were swollen and painful, as if they would burst in an instant.

In the beginning, his mouth, nose and seven orifices bled a lot, and someone used spiritual power to restore his body's veins.Although he no longer vomited blood, Wen Renshao fell into a deep coma.

He began to have a fever, his whole body was scalding unbearably hot, and he would convulse with pain in his sleep.

It is impossible to be infected by walking corpses.

Who made him so unlucky to bump into a walking corpse that was about to explode.

Who let most of the meat of the walking dead be sprinkled on his head.

So much flesh and blood condensed into a blood flow. When Wen Renshao breathed, the blood was sucked into the lungs, and the falling blood fell into Wen Renshao's eyes.

Even if there is no wound on his body, it is enough for him to be poisoned dozens of times.

So, it's an unlucky thing to do.

Wen Renshao sighed and fell into a deep coma.

Dimly, Wen Renshao felt someone wipe his body clean and hold him in his arms.

The man leaned close to Wen Renshao's ear and repeated, his voice was like a mosquito, murmured:

"...I won't let you die."

The next morning.

Qianqing took out the sword embryo of Taifu Queyan Sword, and began to strike for it with a serious expression.

The Taifu Quyan sword in Qianqing's hand, although it is in the shape of a sword embryo, without adding Fulong scales, has flame blood, but its sharpness cannot be underestimated.

For Qianqing's safety, Feng Zhaoming cast a spell on the blade to seal it.

On weekdays when Qianqing used it, the blade was still in an unopened state.

But today, Qianqing raised her right index finger and middle finger together, slashing across the blade.

The blade of the seal also cut Qianqing's two fingers, bleeding out.

When the blade of the sword embryo felt Qianqing's blood, the original misty blade shivered and became as bright as a mirror.

It turned out that only Qian Qing's blood could break Feng Zhaoming's sealing technique on the sword.

This is because once Qianqing encounters an enemy and is injured and bleeding, she may have to use the Taifu Quyan Sword.Being able to untie it with blood is naturally to prevent Qianqing from being in danger.

Qianqing wiped Taifu Queyan's sword with blood, and then quickly stopped the bleeding.

He held the sword, and slashed forward lightly with his right hand, pointing the tip of the sword at the ground.

In the air, there is a twisted airflow visible to the naked eye.The sharp blade almost cut through the void.

Lin Zichu held the Hanshu Sword in his hand, less than ten steps away from Qianqing.

With a light slash of Taifu Queyan sword, a gust of wind blew across Lin Zichu's face.

"Good sword."

Lin Zichu gave a light praise, held the handle of the Hanshu Sword with his right hand, and pulled out the blade in the opposite direction.

The Hanshu sword trembled slightly, and the cracks on the sword were particularly obvious.

Lin Zichu looked down, then quickly looked at Qianqing, and said:

"let's start."

The domain of jujube monkeys, which has always been peaceful, has become different today.

Something big seemed to happen in the distance, and the violent vibration caused the ground to tremble.

Countless sour jujube monkeys were frightened by the vibration of the ground. They climbed up to the sour jujube tree three times and twice, and looked at the distant place with vigilant and suspicious eyes.

They couldn't see that Qianqing and Lin Zichu in the distance were engaged in a rather fierce fight.

Two handsome young men in wide robes, each holding a fairy sword.The vibration of the ground just now was the result of the collision of these two immortal swords.

The two of them, one wearing a fiery red robe, were heroic and wanton in battle.One is wearing a white Confucian shirt, with a calm and calm attitude.

Although he is not very young, he has already shown some great demeanor at this time.

The white-haired fairy standing aside watched with great interest.

When he first arrived in the morning, his face was still ugly, and he thought that if the two pushed back and forth again, he would definitely torture them severely.

But before he could say anything, the two picked up their swords at the same time and began to fight without mercy.

Qianqing even used the Taifu Queyan sword to strike the front, each move was sharper than the last, with big ups and downs, forcing Lin Zi to retreat at first step.

But Elder Deng Lin has extensive experience, and he found out at a glance that Lin Zichu had reservations.

For example, with this sword, Lin Zichu could clearly pierce Qianqing's cheek with the edge of the sword, but when Qianqing rushed over, he suddenly changed the direction of the sword, slashed towards the outside, and attacked Qianqing's left hand.

Elder Deng Lin snorted coldly, then raised his finger and flicked lightly.

During the fierce battle, Qianqing didn't notice anything.But he saw Lin Zichu looking at his left cheek in astonishment.

Qian Qing was taken aback, raised her hand to touch it, and found a few drops of blood.

"Be merciful," Elder Deng Lin said, "The Immortal will not hesitate to help you."

An angry look flashed in Lin Zichu's eyes, he looked at Qianqing, gritted his teeth, and pounced forward.

After fighting with swords like this for about half an hour, the old fairy Deng Lin was still watching from the sidelines.In the end, he jumped onto the trunk of the jujube tree, lowered his eyes, rested his chin on his right hand, and looked dispensable and crooked.

"Low-level monks fight, nothing to watch."

"Ben Shangxian competed with Lin Caiyun back then, that's how the mountains and rivers changed color, and the sun and the moon dimmed."

"These two little bastards have good aptitude, but it's a pity that the tricks are too bad, which shows that the two sides have too little actual combat experience."

The jujube monkeys surrounded by the old fairy Deng Lin scratched their ears and cheeks, and were very annoyed by the continuous sound of swords clashing between the two of Qian Lin.

"Look at my kid," Old Fairy Deng Lin couldn't help but said, "Can't you change your sword technique? You'll get tired of using one all the time."

Qian Qing was displeased, and said, "What do you know?"

Immediately, the old fairy Deng Lin stood up angrily: "What, how dare you talk to the old senior like that! Could it be that the old fairy said something wrong? What powerful sword skills do you have, use them quickly."

Qianqing didn't seem to hear, she continued to use the sword technique just now, and Lin Zichu's move.

Elder Deng Lin came to his senses and scolded:

"You brat, the reason why you don't change your sword skills is because you only know how to use this set of sword skills!"

Qian Qing snorted and looked at Lin Zichu.

Qian Lin and Qian Lin withdrew their swords in tacit agreement, Qian Qing said: "I'm exhausted, I want to rest for a while."

Elder Deng Lin said: "What? How long have you guys been fighting! You are so young, you like to be lazy so much."

Qianqing turned a deaf ear, put the sword beside her, closed her eyes, and leaned on the tree on her back.

Lin Zichu sat beside him, raised his hand to wipe off the blood on Qianqing's face.

Elder Deng Lin jumped down from the tree.He was tall and thin, and he jumped from such a tall tree without making a sound.

Elder Deng Lin walked up to Qian Qing and said anxiously: "Get up quickly, how long do you want to rest?"

Without opening her eyes, Qian Qing said, "It's very hot, let's talk about it when it gets dark."

"You!" Elder Deng Lin glared at Qian Qing, and threatened sinisterly, "Aren't you afraid that I will break your limbs and scrape off your flesh piece by piece with a knife?"

Qian Qing pointedly said: "If you dare, you would have scratched it yesterday, why wait until today!"

Elder Deng Lin was in a hurry, grabbed Qian Qing, and twisted his wrist backwards forcefully.

The force was so great that it almost broke Qianqing's arm bone.Qianqing endured the pain, struggled hard, and kicked her right leg backwards to the calf of Old Immortal Deng Lin.

Unexpectedly, the bones of Elder Deng Lin's calf were as hard as steel, Qian Qing not only didn't hurt the opponent, but made her right leg numb.

Lin Zichu hurried forward, stood in front of Qianqing, and shouted: "Senior, Qianqing has always been a character who prefers softness to toughness. He is not good at using swords. Even if he fights again, it will be meaningless. Why do you keep Force him?"

Lin Zichu has always been desolate and calm.Now he was talking to Old Fairy Deng Lin in a roaring voice, so anxious and angry that his face turned red.

Elder Deng Lin looked at Lin Zichu, then looked at Qianqing angrily, shook off Qianqing's hand, and stood aside sullenly.

In fact, after Qian Qing returned to Zhengyang Immortal Sect, she really learned and touched everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry, wine, scented tea, internal and external exercises, divination and astrology.

The result of an overly complex system is of course a balance in all aspects, not proficiency.

Qianqing is too young to use the Taifu Queyan Sword.In addition, the murderous aura brought by the sharp sword might startle the Fulong in Qianqing's forehead, so Feng Zhaoming did not teach Qianqing's sword skills in depth.

So far Qianqing has only learned one set of sword techniques.

This set of swordsmanship was learned by the disciples of Zhengyang Xianzong when they started, and it is called Zhengyang swordsmanship.Because there are 24 styles of swordsmanship, it is also called Zhengyang 24-style swordsmanship.

In fact, if you can use it proficiently, you can also use extremely powerful moves just by relying on the 24 moves.

However, Qianqing lacked experience in fighting the enemy, so she couldn't use it flexibly in a short period of time.

Thinking of this, Elder Deng Lin sighed, turned his back to Qian Qing, and said:

"That's all. Ben Shangxian showed great mercy and taught you a set of sword skills. After you learn it, you will have a slight chance of winning when you fight Lin Zichu again."

Qian Qing was silent, then suddenly smiled, and said in a brisk but firm tone, "No need."

Hearing Qianqing's answer, Lin Zichu slightly frowned.

Elder Deng Lin suddenly turned his head and said:

"Your cultivation base is too low, and you haven't found your own Dao yet, but Lin Zichu has already found his own Dao. When he swung his sword, the edge of his sword was full of the artistic conception of his own perception, which was a hundred times stronger than yours. If it weren't for Lin Zichu Do you think you can still survive the first time I let you?"

Seeing Qianqing's unconvinced expression, Old Fairy Deng Lin nodded and said, "Yes, you have a special physique, and you have the flesh and blood of your parents. But have you ever thought that if you don't form a golden pill, just rely on the 'sword' method, Not only are you not as good as Lin Zichu, you are even inferior to many ordinary disciples who started from the Immortal Sect. I think you have stayed in Zhengyang Immortal Sect for too long, and you are too comfortable!"

The old fairy Deng Lin's shouts filled the valley, and the surrounding monkeys danced and waved their flags to cheer him up.

Qian Qing said: "Who said I can't form pills anymore?!"

"Lin Zichu was at your age, and he had already formed a core and became a golden core monk." Deng Lin said coldly: "You hope that the whole family of my family will devote themselves to cultivating, there are countless masters with first-class combat power. Why have my practice resources degenerated to this point?"

"..."

Qianqing's face was tense, and her complexion was very ugly.

In fact, most of Deng Lin's remarks were mixed with personal grievances, and the narration was not very fair.

Although Lin Zichu had formed alchemy, it was not long ago.This is also the reason why it is easier for him to find the Dao that he should practice because he has a cold dragon crouching snow body.

Even though Qianqing is a foundation-building cultivator, she is at the pinnacle of cultivation. Once she recognizes her 'Tao', she will be able to form alchemy smoothly, so there is no such thing as depravity.

Anyone who knows a little bit about Qianqing's situation will be dissatisfied when they hear such an exaggerated evaluation from Old Fairy Deng Lin.

But for some reason, when Lin Zi first saw Qian Qing being treated with such contempt, he didn't ask to help Qian Qing out of the predicament.

Lin Zichu didn't say anything, and didn't do anything.

For a while, only the roar of the jujube monkeys could be heard in the woods.

Qianqing clenched her fists, furious, her chest heaving violently.But there is a place in his heart, but it is very peaceful. What he thinks is, what is the "Tao" I want to cultivate?

The horse galloped, without stopping for a moment.

A monk in a black robe, a cloak on his shoulders, and a hat on his head jumped off his horse and strode to Xu Wangwen's residence in the town.

After knocking on the door, it was Xu Wangwen who opened the door himself.

His face was pale, his lips were chapped, but his eyes were calm.

"Brother." Xu Xiyin hadn't seen Xu Wangwen for a long time, so she couldn't help calling him.

"En." Xu Wangwen took a deep look at his sister, and stroked her hair affectionately, without further greetings.

He said to the other monks of the Kuending Sect: "Go to Wushan Turbulent and help Brother Kuishan find the little fairy master. Xiyin, come in, I have something to tell you."

Without any hesitation, Xu Xiyin walked into Xu Wangwen's room.

After Xu Wangwen closed the door, she heard heavy breathing in her brother's bedroom.

There was also a faint, frightening smell of blood in the room.

Xu Xiyin choked for breath, knowing that it was Wen Renshao lying there.