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

Humans are human because they make mistakes.

Monks practice immortality and seek the Tao, trying to avoid their own mistakes.Maybe monks who have gone out of their bodies and practiced Mahayana can do this.

But the little Golden Core cultivator is definitely not immune to mistakes.

Like the two defeats of Immortal Master Dongkun, it was not because of lack of strength, but because of mistakes.

Either underestimate the enemy, or neglect.

No one can win all and ensure that he will not make a single mistake.

"Look at me Qianqing, you are too arrogant!"

"If you win all, wouldn't you be able to win the top spot in the Martial Arts Tournament and break the record for hundreds of millions of years?"

"who do you think You Are?"

"Zhengwuzhou has been poor and weak for a long time. If you want to gather momentum, don't talk about it, or you will only increase the laughing stock!"

In the Martial Arts Hall, there are millions of monks. If anyone speaks, if they gather together, there will be a noisy effect.

Qianqing remained calm and walked down the stage step by step, without responding again.

He took a deep breath, his eyes were firm, and there was a strong and captivating self-confidence in his eyes.

Seeing Qianqing's serious appearance, Lin Zichu's heart couldn't help but twitch.

"Ah Ching..."

After Qianqing and Li Wudao, Lou Fengsui competed with Bo Xichencheng.

These two monks have a deep relationship, and they always like to stick together on weekdays.

It's also because Bo Xichencheng loves to be with Lou Feng so much, he often travels across continents and travels thousands of miles to wander in Kongzhou, where he stays with Lou Feng, which makes Master Bi Xuying very unhappy.

However, no matter how the master objected, Bo Xichencheng pretended not to hear it, and still ran to wandering Kongzhou every three days.

The number of exchanges between the two is countless, not one thousand, but also eight hundred.

Everyone knows that the two of them have similar cultivation bases and are about the same age.In terms of martial arts, Bo Xichencheng was better.

There is no suspense in this fight.

The result of the competition was a draw between Bo Xichencheng and Lou Fengsui.

In the duel, although the two fought with magnificence and earth-shattering power, everyone knew that their moves were reserved, and the result of the draw in the end was also expected by many people.

After the fight, the two still ended up together, making their relationship even more intimate.

Lou Feng Sui has trouble with his legs and feet and sits in a wheelchair.

Bo Xichencheng stood beside Lou Fengsui, and did not move to push the wheelchair. He looked at Lou Fengsui pushing the wheelchair with his hand as normal, and moved forward slowly.

It's just that when talking with him, Bo Xichencheng bent slightly and lowered his head, so as not to be too tired for Lou Feng Sui to raise his head.

After the four gentlemen competed, the opening ceremony of the martial arts event officially ended.

It was getting late, the million monks retreated from the martial arts hall, returned to their dormitories, meditated and rested, and recharged their batteries, waiting for the grand ceremony of martial arts to begin tomorrow.

not far away.

Zhengyang Xianzong, Town Contamination Peak, Banxie Pavilion.

There is a handsome monk in sapphire blue robes, with dull eyes, tall and tall, standing in front of the door of Banxie Pavilion.

With his hands behind his back, he said to the fairy boys Qingfeng and Mingyue outside the door:

"Where is your Feng Xianjun?"

The two fairy boys looked at each other and replied: "Go back to the suzerain. After Feng Xianjun came back, he stayed in the Banxie Pavilion for a while and then went up the mountain."

Zhenhui Peak is ninety-nine thousand miles high.

Nominally, this entire mountain peak is under the control of Immortal Monarch Feng Zhaoming.

Feng Zhaoming built his bedroom on the mountainside, still some distance away from the peak.

The top of Zhenhui Peak is covered with snow all the year round, and the climate is extremely cold. Cultivators with low cultivation level are not allowed to log in.

Qingfeng and Mingyue are among them.

So the two of them didn't know what Xianjun Feng Zhaoming did when he went to the top of the mountain.

"He really wants to appreciate the snow."

After pondering for a while, Sect Master Bai Ren said, "I'm going to see him."

On the desolate mountain, there is falling snow rustling down.

A monk in a royal blue robe stood on a rock with his hands behind his back.

The steep mountain wall was comparable to flat ground under his feet, and the blue-robed monk kept going upwards, and soon reached the top of Zhenhui Peak.

There is a flat round platform on the top of Zhenhui Peak.

On the stage, Feng Zhaoming sat cross-legged.

Even though the light was dim, Sect Master Bairen could still see a round wine jar beside Feng Zhaoming.

As if anticipating that Patriarch Bairen would come, there were two sapphire blue wine cups on the edge of the wine jar.

Seeing these two blue wine cups, Sect Master Bairen looked slightly relaxed.

He shook his figure, shook off his robe, and sat opposite Feng Zhaoming.

Feng Zhaoming seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time, and as soon as Sect Master Bairen took his seat, two wine cups floated in front of Sect Master Bairen.

Before, in the Martial Arts Hall, Sect Master Bairen saw Feng Zhaoming trembling all over and his expression was wrong, so he thought something happened.

Therefore, as soon as the opening ceremony of the Martial Arts Competition ended, he rushed to Zhenhui Peak in a hurry.

Seeing Feng Zhaoming's normal expression now, Sect Master Bai Ren heaved a sigh of relief.

"Feng Xianjun, do you want to buy me a drink?"

Sect Master Bai Ren pinched the wine cup with two fingers, and said with a smile: "I don't drink ordinary wine."

"..."

Sect Master Bai Ren leaned forward, leaned close to Feng Zhaoming's ear, and whispered:

"...This deity only drinks, the cup of wine with Feng Xianjun."

Sect Master Bairen has a frivolous personality, and on weekdays, he also likes to talk about love with Feng Zhaoming.

Xianjun Feng Zhaoming is very self-cultivated and never gets angry.

However, for some reason today, as soon as Fang Fang said the words "Join a cup of wine", Sect Master Bai Ren suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, in the next second, there was a gust of wind blowing over the face of Sect Master Bai Ren, making it unbearably hot.

There was a raging fire that surrounded Feng Zhaoming and Patriarch Bairen in a circle, as if they were going to form a prison.Sect Master Bai Ren only felt the extreme heat attacking his heart, and his expression changed due to the discomfort.

"Kick!"

There was a series of crisp sounds, and the two sapphire blue wine cups were burned by the fire, and seven or eight lines were cracked.

The sake in the wine cup gushed out of the crack like a turbulent flow, wet the ground.

Sect Master Bai Ren forcibly endured in the raging fire, and said in a painful voice: "Feng Zhaoming, what do you mean?"

The next moment, the fire suddenly extinguished.

Feng Zhaoming was originally calm as water, with calm eyes, suddenly filled with intense emotions.

"...Bai Ren!"

When he raised his head, Feng Zhaoming's eyes felt intense pain, which made him tremble all over, unable to control himself.

"...From now on, you and I will drink like this, and we will end our friendship."

Sect Master Bairen was stunned. The powerful spiritual consciousness of the cultivators in the transformation stage was like raging sea waves. Originally, it was mighty and mighty, sweeping the entire Zhenhui Peak.At this moment, it suddenly condensed and gathered on Feng Zhaoming alone.

He can clearly observe every strand of hair on Feng Zhaoming's body.

This behavior was extremely impolite, but Bai Ren couldn't care less about it.

"What did you say?"

Sect Master Bairen tightly held the broken wine cup in front of him, and there were bulging veins on his forehead.

Feng Zhaoming flicked the blue wine cup floating in front of the two of them.

The wine cup, which was already scarred and bruised, couldn't bear the heavy blow, and the body of the cup made a buzzing sound, and then it vibrated suddenly, smashing to pieces.

"What exactly is going on."

Sect Master Bairen clenched his teeth, and he could see his gnashing of teeth through his face.

Probably because Feng Zhaoming's performance was too strong, Sect Master Bairen didn't go crazy, he suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, barely kept calm, and sat cross-legged in front of Feng Zhaoming.

He even raised his hand, fingers trembling, trying to touch Feng Zhaoming's eyebrows.

Feng Zhaoming turned his head slightly to avoid Sect Master Bairen's fingers.

Sect Master Bai Ren's arm was stiff, he lifted it in the air in embarrassment, and took it back after a while.

He sneered again and again:

"Just ask who can make you make such a move at this time. If you want to know, it must be the old man from the Lian family who is putting pressure on you."

"..."

"I'm going to kill him right now!" Sect Master Bai Ren was full of murderous aura, and he raised his sword and was about to get up.

"Bai Ren."

Feng Zhaoming raised his hand, and tightly grasped Sect Master Bairen's wrist, with such force that the bones creaked.

"Don't you understand? You...how much trouble did you cause..."

Sect Master Bairen leaned forward suddenly, and the distance between the two was instantly drawn so close that he could even feel the other's breathing.

But at this moment, Sect Master Bairen was completely stunned, he said: "What?"

Feng Zhaoming's right hand gripped Patriarch Bairen's wrist so hard that he almost crushed his hand.

However, his left hand reached into the placket and pulled out a thin sheet of letter paper.

The paper may have been aged for a long time, the color is burnt yellow, and the paper is thin and brittle.

It was clearly just a piece of paper, but when Feng Zhaoming held it in his hand, it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, making him tremble non-stop.

click.

Sect Master Bairen's wrist snapped.

The monk's powerful bones were also crushed by Feng Zhaoming, one can imagine how much strength he used!

It's just that at this moment, Sect Master Bai Ren didn't have the heart to deal with the broken wrist.

All his thoughts were put on the letter paper in Feng Zhaoming's hand...

Time travels back to not so long ago.

Martial arts performance, the opening ceremony.

Xuanxie Peak, outside the Martial Arts Hall.

The Patriarch of the Lian Family, Lian Liankan bowed his knees, begged in a low voice, and invited Immortal Feng Zhaoming aside, as if he had something important to discuss with him.

Feng Zhaoming couldn't refuse, so he had to follow Lian Liankan to Hanging Matsushita not far away.

"Feng Zhaoming Immortal Monarch..."

Patriarch Lian Liankan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Little old man has the cheek to plead with Immortal Feng Zhaoming once again. My daughter has been in love with you for a long time, it is really..."

Feng Zhaoming didn't say a word, and waited for Lian Liankan to talk for a long time before opening his mouth and saying:

"...I already have someone I like."

Lian Lian stopped and sighed: "Feng Xianjun, are you dissatisfied with the little girl?"

Feng Zhaoming shook his head.

Even Fairy Longyu is good everywhere, not only her status is noble, but her appearance is also stunning, but Feng Zhaoming just doesn't like her.

What he likes is...

Lian Lian squinted her old eyes and observed Feng Zhaoming's expression carefully.

He said: "The little old man probably knows who the pleasing person Fengxian Jun said is. Fengxian Jun, I dare to ask..."

"Lian Patriarch doesn't have to be so polite."

"Yes, yes. I just want to ask, Feng Xianjun, if there is no one you like in this world, would you choose the little girl?"

At that moment, Feng Zhaoming also couldn't answer.

He has only one heart, so he will only love one person.

If there is no such person in this world, will this heart be biased towards other people?

After a long time, Feng Zhaoming shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"Since I don't know...then it's possible..."

Lian Lian tremblingly pulled out a piece of letter paper from her cuff, and said timidly:

"I originally... didn't want to show you Fengxian Jun this letter. Longyu said that if I showed you, she would be angry with me. But...Fengxian Jun, you, you really can't... ...to marry the Patriotic Sect Master!"

At the end, Lian Liankan's voice was almost screaming.

Hearing the words "Sect Master Bairen", Feng Zhaoming was also slightly taken aback, and said puzzledly:

"Why? Patriarch Lian, what you are holding is..."

The night was dark.

Lian Liankan held a piece of letter paper in both hands, her body trembling like catkins blowing in the wind.

Feng Zhaoming probed his spiritual sense into the letter paper, and before he got close, he felt a strange but extremely familiar aura on the letter paper.

It was like being slapped in the face.

Feng Zhaoming's body took a step back abruptly, and he said:

"What is this? Who is this..."

The right hand couldn't help but go forward to grab the letter paper.

Even Patriarch Lian Kan took a step back, not letting Feng Zhaoming catch him, and said anxiously:

"Feng Xianjun, who wrote this letter, I'm afraid you have guessed it. Be careful when handling it, don't damage it. Alas, I shouldn't have given this to you. How can you bear it? Well... But I'm really afraid that you are young and you can't think clearly for a while. For the happiness of my little girl... Alas! The little old man has committed a lot of crimes, and I hope Lord Fengxian will take care of it!"

Lian Lian Kan chattered non-stop.

Feng Zhaoming couldn't bear it anymore.

He has always been calm.The enemy's blade pointed at the eyebrow, and he didn't necessarily panic.

But at this moment Feng Zhaoming is eager to snatch the letter paper from Lian Liankan's hand.

He kept asking, "How did you get it? No, what is this..."

"I really shouldn't have shown you this letter. Hey, Feng Xianjun, you must never marry Sect Master Bairen..."

"bring here!"

"Back then, your master also agreed to the Lian family's request to enter into a marriage with you. You think more about my daughter, wow."

Before he finished speaking, Lian Liankan was caught by Feng Zhaoming.

The dignified Patriarch, whose cultivation base is higher than Feng Zhaoming, was lifted up entirely, and even uttered a cry that did not fit his status as a nobleman.

Seeing Feng Zhaoming's pale face, he said, "Patriarch Lian, where did you get the letter in your hand? Show me quickly."

No matter how much Lian Kan struggled in her heart, there was nothing she could do at this moment.

He knew that even if he took this letter back into his sleeve, Feng Zhaoming would not give up with him today.

Lian Liankan sighed, and said: "Okay, I'll show you. Feng Xianjun, this letter is the suicide note of Immortal Master Dongkun before he died... let me hand it over to you!"

Feng Zhaoming trembled all over his body, and said in a trembling voice:

"Master, he... only left a fairy bone before he died, how could he... leave a suicide note?"

It was probably because of the violent mood swings, Feng Zhaoming was panting shortly, and his speech was not smooth.

The immortal master of Dongkun sacrificed his life for the common people in the battle of Nielong, leaving only one spine.

Seeing this, Fairy Lanqiugui, who was seriously injured, was heartbroken, and performed the technique of seizing the sky, fusing her flesh and blood into the spine of the fairy master, and gave birth to Qianqing.

Later, he was attacked by demons, and the son of the fairy master was left in the world.

This is something that everyone in Zhengwuzhou knows.

But if there is only one backbone... what is this letter in front of me?

"Feng Xianjun..."

Lian Lian couldn't bear to see Feng Zhaoming's pale face, but she still said.

"Actually... After the full-strength battle between Immortal Master Dongkun and Nielong, Immortal Master Dongkun was seriously injured, but he still held his breath..."

"At that time, only me and Fairy Lanqiu Gui accompanied Immortal Master Dongkun."

"Immortal Master Dongkun was seriously injured and couldn't heal. Before leaving, I said goodbye to Fairy Lanqiu Gui with a smile."

"I still can't forget the scene at that time."

"Immortal Master Dongkun is lying in Fairy Lanqiugui's arms like that, blood all over his body, without a piece of good flesh, but his face is full of emotion and expression."

"Fairy Lanqiugui even smiled sweetly, with a natural expression. The two looked at each other and smiled, not caring about life and death at all."

"They only have each other in their eyes."

When Lian Lian said this, Feng Zhaoming trembled all over, almost unable to stand still.

Lian Liankan let out a long sigh, and said: "Immortal Master Dongkun and Lan Qiugui wrote this suicide note after explaining the funeral, and asked me to hand it over to you. But...but I haven't handed it over to you, Fengxian Jun, the reason... I think you also understand."

Of course Feng Zhaoming understood.

Back then when the evil dragon caused chaos, the Immortal Master of Dongkun used the forbidden technique to kill and fight against the evil dragon.

This forbidden technique seizes the fortune of heaven and earth, and its power is vast.

But at the cost of burning lives.

At that time, Bai Ren, who was still young, was worried about Feng Zhaoming's safety, saying that the Immortal Master of Dongkun would definitely die, and Feng Zhaoming's death would be in vain if he went there.Therefore, one of the four moves of time and time, "while still in the dream of strong fragrance", forced Feng Zhaoming to stay.

But Bai Ren didn't know that the Immortal Lord Dongkun had studied his own way deeply, and had already entered the realm of Zhen. Using this kind of forbidden technique, he could escape death, and there was a possibility of survival.

The Immortal Lord Dongkun was seriously injured after fighting Nielong.Seeing that the boundary wall of the Optimus Pillar was damaged, and the aura leaked out, mortals couldn't bear such a strong aura, and exploded to death one after another.

Immortal Lord Dongkun has a heart of pity for all living beings, and cannot bear the death of mortals, so he endured the pain and used the repairing formation.

At the eye of the formation, a monk with a single-fire physique is needed.

If Feng Zhaoming hadn't been hit by Patriarch Bairen's "When I'm Still in a Dream of Fragrance", if he had been there, Feng Zhaoming, who also has a single-fire physique, would naturally be able to replace the master and become the eye of the formation.

But Feng Zhaoming was not there.

When the Immortal Lord Dongkun was fighting bloody battles, Feng Zhaoming was still sleeping peacefully in the cave, and he was unscathed until he woke up.

It is not fatal for a monk to become a formation eye, but the immortal power of Dongkun Immortal Lord has long been exhausted, and he is struggling to support.When Lan Qiugui and Lian Lian arrived, he had only his last breath left.

Even Lian Kan couldn't help thinking, if Feng Zhaoming had been there, would the Immortal Lord Dongkun have saved his life?

But the facts no longer allow him to assume.

The Immortal Master Dongkun has passed away, leaving only a living and unscathed Feng Zhaoming.

Lian Liankan, the only one who knew the truth and knew that Immortal Master Dongkun died not because of the life-killing forbidden technique, but because of mental exhaustion while repairing the formation, chose to keep silent and did not tell the truth to others.

Feng Zhaoming is a good boy, he was tricked by Patriarch Bairen, so he couldn't come here.

You can't tell him the truth, the crime of indirectly murdering the master is too heavy, and it will kill Feng Zhaoming.

But now...

Lian Liankan's old palm tremblingly handed the yellow letter paper to Feng Zhaoming.

"Feng Xianjun... I really want to investigate. The death of Immortal Lord Dongkun is inseparable from Sect Master Bairen. It can be said that he is responsible for more than half of the fault... You, you must never marry him!"

Lian Lian repeatedly urged, with tears in her eyes.

"..."

Zhenfei Peak, the peak.

Sect Master Bairen held his breath, spread out the letter paper, and read softly:

"My son Zhaoming:

Now the people of Zhengwuzhou are in dire straits, and now they go to Optimus Pillar, knowing that there is no chance to see me again.

As a teacher, who lives in a high and cold position, he should be strong in his shoulders and serve the Xianzong, and it is his duty to do so.

You and I, master and apprentice, have lived together for more than a hundred years, relying on each other in adversity, and love each other more than father and son.

Looking at the fact that there are few descendants in my family, as a teacher, I have long regarded Zhaoming as my own.

There is only one thing, thinking about regret.

As my teacher, Yu Zhaoming once pointed out his daughter as a marriage partner, but unfortunately after parting, there was no luck in the end, and the day when I saw my branches and leaves scattered and my family full of children..."

Immortal Master Dongkun never mentioned a word about the formation until his death.

Every time Sect Master Bairen recited a sentence, Feng Zhaoming's body trembled.

At the end, he was almost about to collapse, with tears in his eyes.

When facing Lian Liankan, Feng Zhaoming did not shed tears.

When facing Qianqing, Feng Zhaoming didn't either.

But standing in front of the Patriarch Bairen at this time, Feng Zhaoming couldn't bear it any longer. He tightly grasped Bairen's broken wrist, and without realizing it, he said:

"Why did Master die instead of me? If I had gone to the Optimus Pillar, Master would not have ended up with only one spine left behind."

Sect Master Bai Ren looked indifferent, looked at Feng Zhaoming coldly, his broken wrist was limp, and he did not resist at all.

"Why do you want to stop me?" Feng Zhaoming was so excited that he was trembling all over, he said hoarsely: "I really want...to repay Master's kindness with death!"

Compared with Feng Zhaoming's intense emotions, Patriarch Bairen's expression has always been a little too indifferent.

It wasn't until he heard that Feng Zhaoming wanted to "repay Master's kindness with death" that the expression of Sect Master Bairen began to change. He sneered, threw Feng Zhaoming's arm away forcefully, and asked at the same time:

"What do you think you can change with one life? Feng Xianjun, do you want me to remind you—"

Sect Master Bairen raised his other uninjured hand, pointed at Feng Zhaoming's chest, and said unceremoniously:

"Back then, you clearly calculated that Qianqing would return to Zhengyang Immortal Sect in a month. But you couldn't wait, so you decided to sit on Buluo Jiyuan's back and go find it yourself, but in the end, you were moved to a place thousands of miles away. Outer Liaojizhou."

"..."

"All this is predestined, what can you change!" Sect Master Bairen said: "It is destined that your master will lay down his life for the common people, and you will survive. The deity has worked so hard to save your life. You not only I'm not grateful, but... instead, I broke the wrist bone of this deity, isn't it too heartless?"

Speaking of this, Sect Master Bairen's tone softened a little. He looked at Feng Zhaoming's side face and sighed.

Sect Master Bairen raised his hand, grabbed Feng Zhaoming's sleeve, and murmured:

"...Well, let's take a step back, even if your master died, it was my fault. Xian'er, I apologize, how about it?"

Feng Zhaoming clenched his teeth, looked down at the person in front of him, and there was a strong struggling emotion in his eyes.

But soon, Feng Zhaoming shook his sleeves and shook Sect Master Bairen's hand away.

He turned around, turned his back to Sect Master Bairen, and said in a cold voice:

"Sect Master Bairen knows that he has made a mistake, so please leave Zhenhui Peak. From now on, never step on the mountain where I am stationed."

Sect Master Bairen was furious, and said, "Feng Zhaoming, have you had enough trouble?"

"..."

"Do you think I don't know? You rejected the marriage proposal of the noble Lian's family, and you also claimed that you already have a 'favorite'. You and I are in love with each other, and we should be in perfect harmony. Without this letter...Feng Zhaoming ! Do you dare to say that you don't want to marry me?"

Feng Zhaoming remained silent, his Adam's apple rolling.

After a pause, he said:

"...Bai Ren, I will never marry you."

Sect Master Bairen was furious and jumped up:

"Feng Zhaoming! Do you have to fight against me for a dead man?"

Feng Zhaoming looked at Sect Master Bai Ren fiercely, and said: "Shut up! Your teacher is so righteous, how can you allow you to talk nonsense."

"I can't keep my mouth open!" Sect Master Bairen lost control of his emotions. He rushed forward and grabbed Feng Zhaoming's collar: "Since your master is high-spirited and upright, I will definitely forgive you. Choose whoever you like in your heart." Whoever spends the rest of their lives together, he will not obstruct it. If you are worried and want to fulfill the last wish of the Immortal Lord Dongkun, the matter of having children and grandchildren... This deity can also satisfy you!"

As soon as the words came out, Sect Master Bai Ren was stunned.

He couldn't help feeling a little regretful, and looked into Feng Zhaoming's eyes anxiously.