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

In the dark and boundless land of broken swords, only Qianqing and Lin Zichu were left. Surrounded by countless rusty swords and eerie weapons, they kept touching and kissing each other.

"Brother, have I had skin-to-skin contact with you before?"

"……why?"

"I once used the blood of Sovereign Bairen, and I remembered some images. At that time, I was pressing on your body like this. You raised your hand, and I saw your wrist, just like this..."

He raised his arm and kissed him with a chirp.

Lin Zichu couldn't stand the extremely itchy feeling, he wanted to withdraw his hand, but was pulled by Qianqing again, and kissed from fingertips.

He didn't know his fingers were so sensitive.In other words, this finger had such a strong reaction to Qianqing.

Lin Zichu gasped for breath and said with difficulty:

"No... no. That was us fighting. You just met me, in Weiling Pavilion, we had a big fight..."

After hearing this, Qianqing couldn't help being stunned.

After a while, he said: "That's fine too. In the future, if I marry you and start a relationship, if I have a relationship with you in advance, look at those stinky things in my house, and I will be boring again."

Lin Zichu turned his head, covered his mouth with his other hand, looked at Qian Qing from the corner of his eye, and said with some anxiety: "I...the Lin family is not worthy of a nobleman like my family."

Look at my family, go to Tianchiwu!

The head of the Zhengwuzhou nobles, powerful and extravagant.

Qianqing shook her head, leaned over and kissed Lin Zichu's eyebrows.

That's the pulse point of Lin Zichu, the most critical point, if you hit it, you will die.A place that no one can touch except the closest lover.

"I don't want to marry you."

He said it again.

Time moves forward.

Old Immortal Deng Lin raised his hands to the sky, and when he opened the gate of the sword pond, a vision of heaven and earth was attracted, and a strong wind suddenly blew up.

The originally peaceful frozen forest wasteland became extremely lively because of the opening of the Sword Pond Gate.

A short monk stared dumbfounded at the vicinity of Wushan Boundary, and shouted loudly:

"This! This breath is the inheritance of Xianzang... oh my god!"

Not far away, the bald monk stared in shock at the sharp knife passing through his chest, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at the male cultivator in colorful clothes behind him in disbelief, his heavy body could no longer support him, and he fell heavily to the ground, dying with regret.

"Heh," the colored-clothed male cultivator pulled out the saber from the bald-headed cultivator's chest, looked up at the vision of heaven and earth in the distance, and said admiringly, "This is the inheritance of the Mahayana cultivator's immortal treasure. Let's fight to the death. If I kill you first, it can be regarded as an early solution to a problem."

Muhua Xianzong.

Pei Songzhou and the other disciples struggled to climb the turbulent stream of Wushan Mountain. Seeing the vision of heaven and earth in the distance, Pei Songzhou squinted his eyes, sighed, and said, "It's still exposed, go, go! The sooner you arrive at the place of inheritance, the sooner you will see it." A hope of inheriting the inheritance of Xianzang."

Frozen forest wasteland, inside the town.

Xu Xiyin stood outside the house, looking at the vision of heaven and earth in the distance, the rolling clouds and mist, and looked worriedly at the two sleeping men in the house.

"The inheritance of Xianzang has been revealed on a large scale."

"There is still no news from Little Immortal Master and Lin Zichu."

"Brother and Senior Brother Wenren are still like this. Sigh, what should I do..."

In the forest of remnant swords filled with the smell of dust in the air, someone was lying on Lin Zichu's body, kissing the skin on his back repeatedly.

Lin Zichu raised his neck, impatiently following Qianqing's lips.Qianqing turned him over, and Lin Zichu raised his arms, eagerly wrapping his arms around Qianqing's neck.Qianqing was gently pressed on the back of her head, and she leaned over to press down, and the two of them pressed tightly together.

No one knows how long the two of them have been lying in this field of broken swords.They hugged and kissed each other tirelessly, almost kissing every inch of each other's body.

But it's just kissing, just stroking each other.The rest of the more intimate things, they did not do.

Even if both parties have a strong feeling, they will use various means to suppress that strong throbbing until calm is restored.

The reason why it is so hard and troublesome not to let the other party vent, is because of Qianqing's clan, and my clan.

The top ten nobles in Zhengwuzhou all value blood inheritance and 'orthodoxy'.Among them, the Wang family is the most demanding, and the Wang family even has a trick specially used to test the blood of the offspring, called "Moon on the tip of the head".Even if it is really a descendant of my family, if the blood is not strong enough to ignite the tip of the moon, it cannot be named as Wang.

Like other aristocrats, the Hope family has strict requirements on the young master and his future partner.If you want to marry into Wang's family, you must not only consult the genealogy of the ten generations of the previous generation, but also comprehensively consider all aspects of the situation.One of them is the partner chosen by the young master. If the woman is not a virgin and the man has ejaculated, my family will send someone to check to see if the young master's partner has had an affair with others.

In the same way, Shao's previous experience in bed will also be checked on the wedding day, so as not to miss the blood of other Wangwo Zun clans.

Generally speaking, if the two had a good time doing it last time, they are very comfortable now, but there will be a lot of troubles in the future.

Ordinary partners might not think about these things, but the nobles of Zhengwuzhou are so rigid, which makes Qianqing extremely annoyed.

Because both of Qian Lin are young and have no experience of being intimate with others.It is difficult for two people who love each other to have intimacy without any gap in the past few days.

Several times, Qianqing rubbed against Lin Zichu's body, her eyes were red.

There were also a few times when Lin Zichu trembled all over, clung to Qianqing and sat on him.

But eventually they stopped.

Qian Qing kissed Lin Zichu's earlobe, and said:

"I want to marry you. I can't stand others pointing at your body, so I have to endure it now."

Lin Zichu could only hug Qianqing's head and whisper, "Okay."

After the initial period of intense urges, the rest of the day was much easier.

On this day, Qianqing sat cross-legged in the broken sword, gently closed her eyes, and smiled.

Lin Zichu knelt behind Qianqing, untied the belt that was wrapped around Qianqing's black hair, and used a translucent ice comb made of cold ice to open Qianqing's hair.

Qianqing and Lin Zichu were about the same height, and Lin Zichu knelt behind Qianqing, taller than Qianqing by a head.

He looked very serious. After combing Qianqing's hair, he tied it carefully with a tie.

"...Why do you tie my hair?"

Lin Zichu said: "Suddenly I really want to."

"Really?" Qianqing showed a relaxed expression, paused, and sang a few words softly.

"...Ju Xi Xi Xi, the wind blows you. A faint person comes, why bother to think..."

The tune is tender and tender, ambiguous yet ethereal.Although she sang well, it made Lin Zichu a little embarrassed.

Because this song was written and sung by Lin Zichu himself, after Qian Qing listened to it, he sang it from time to time these days.

The sadness of Lin Zichu's composition was completely melted away by Qianqing, and she chanted in her throat, leaving only tender love.

Lin Zichu's movements for Qian Qing's hair became more and more gentle, and when he had finished singing, Lin Zichu opened his mouth and said slowly:

"Ah Qing. When I was young, I saw my father comb my mother's hair like this. Her hair is really long, and she was taller than me at that time."

"...my father loved her very much. She died for many years, and he never married anyone else. I only saw him comb the hair of one woman, my mother."

"When you comb my hair, do you think I'm your mother?"

Lin Zichu shook his head, he tied up Qianqing's hair high and combed it meticulously.After looking up and down, he moved closer to Qianqing's ear and whispered, "I regard you as my lover."

Such a woman deeply loved by her father died because of herself. Did Lin Wenqian hate Lin Zichu?Ever wondered if it would be nice if this child hadn't come into this world?

Lin Zichu didn't know, but now, Lin Zichu was sincerely glad that he was still alive.

It would be great if I could live a little longer and be with Ah Qing.

Lin Zichu closed his eyes, leaned on Qianqing's shoulder, and prayed devoutly in his heart.

After a few more days, Qianqing and Lin Zichu tidied up their messy skirts and looked up.

Lin Zichu shouted: "Senior, pull us up, we are willing to compete."

These days Qianqing and Lin Zichu were trapped in the Field of Remnant Swords, and every day the jujube monkey instigated by old fairy Deng Lin would throw jujubes for them to feed their hunger.If not, the two of them would have starved to death in the past few days of tenderness.

Hearing the shouts of Qian Lin and the other two, after waiting for a while, the old fairy Deng Lin came over leisurely: "You want to come up?"

"Ah."

"I asked you to come up a few days ago, but you didn't come up. Now that you want to come up, the Immortal Ben asked you to come up. Isn't it very embarrassing."

Qian Qing listened to his chatter, and said impatiently: "What do you want?"

"Hmph, brat." Elder Deng Lin narrowed his eyes, and gloated at the two juniors far below the sword pool, "You two stay underground! When I'm happy, I'll take you Put the two of you up. From now on, you two will practice the swordsmanship of me and Lin Caiyun respectively, and after practicing three thousand times, I will put you two up."

"What!" Qianqing asked angrily, "Are you trying to imprison us?"

Elder Deng Lin also seemed to be surprised, why he could come up with such a good condition, he laughed twice: "Not bad!"

After speaking, he raised his legs leisurely and said, "Let's start."

Qian Qing was speechless, and said to Lin Zichu with a headache: "This monk is crazy, it's simply unreasonable."

Lin Zichu responded, and said softly: "Brother Kui Shan must have sent the news of our disappearance back to the Zongmen. The two of us were taken away by him for several days, and there was no news. Master is worried."

"That's right, the sect sent me here to inquire about the inheritance of Xianzang. It's not good for us to delay here for so many days."

The two of them only spoke a few words back and forth, aware of the situation they were facing at this time, and fell into deep thought at the same time.

Qianqing sighed and said, "There is no other way."

Lin Zichu nodded and said, "Time is running out, there really is no other way."

Old Immortal Deng Lin has Mahayana cultivation, even if Qian Lin and Qian Lin join forces, they will not be able to forcefully break through from the bottom of this pool of swords.

Qianqing's eyes sparkled, and she said firmly, "It's so difficult to practice swordsmanship three thousand times."

Holding the Taifu Quyan sword in his right hand, he walked towards the open space on the right.

Taifu Quyanjian's embryo is extremely heavy, Qianqing holds it in her hand and swings it to the right, pointing the tip of the sword at the ground.

He said in his mouth: "I will practice three thousand times before leaving here."

Qian Qing wanted to come to think of it, a set of basalt swordsmanship only has more than twenty moves, if the moves are used well, it can be practiced dozens of times in half an hour.

When Qianqing raised the sword, she really didn't think about what kind of concept it is to practice three thousand times.

Because he has never used a sword much.Master Feng Zhaoming was very lenient to him, he considered the upper limit in everything, never talked about 'three thousand times' like this old fairy Deng Lin.

When Qianqing was thinking about practicing Xuanwu swordsmanship for the first time, she still felt that this swordsmanship was very good. It focused on defense and supplemented by attack, and the swordsmanship was meticulous.

While walking, it is as calm as a mountain.

Second time, third time...

After rehearsing more than 20 times, Qian Qing no longer needs to look at the diagrams engraved with sword techniques, as the moves are already familiar by heart.

It's just that although he has memorized the moves, the movements of the moves have not become much smoother.

It's all because Taifu's flame sword is too heavy.

For Qian Qing in the foundation building stage, it was really strenuous for this sword to complete chopping, slashing, stabbing and other movements.His strength is much stronger than that of the monks of the same period, but despite this, after practicing a set of swordsmanship, his forehead is sweating and his arms are sore.

After Qianqing reluctantly rehearsed for more than twenty times, the skirts of his clothes were soaked with sweat, and his arms were trembling.

Seeing this, Lin Zichu stopped and said, "Ah Qing, your sword is too heavy. There are so many swords here, why don't you choose another one."