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

Rumor has it that there is a fetish named "Lianxinsuo".

Those are two round bracelets with heart lock patterns engraved on them.

Taoist couples who truly love each other, wear two bracelets on their hands respectively, and they can communicate with each other with their hearts, and the two hearts will blend together.If one person is fatally attacked, the other will also die with a ruptured heart.

Even if the two bodies are separated, the mind is not separated.

That is to say, if Wen Renshao and Xu Wangwen wear the heart lock bracelet at the same time, then Xu Wangwen can share a heart with Wen Renshao.

At that time, although the two of them died together, they didn't have to endure the pain of illness day and night.

but……

But this heart lock is a treasure handed down from Yuchanzi's family, and he knew that Yuchanzi would not give the treasure to Wen Renshao so easily.

Just three words, who knows how much life and death struggle is contained in it?

Xu Wangwen looked at Wen Renshao's firm eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

"...Who wants a heart lock." Xu Wangwen suddenly withdrew his fingers, and a layer of hot sweat broke out on his back.

"Okay, okay, I know." Wen Renshao looked at Xu Wangwen and winked at him slyly: "You don't want to lock your heart, you just want my bodily fluids, hahaha!"

"You..." Xu Wangwen was ashamed and angry, his neck slowly turned red.

"Don't worry, when I come back, I'll let you drink enough and kiss enough."

"..."

On the other side, a tall, thin black-robed monk came out from the corner.

Seeing this, Wen Renshao raised his hand and waved, saying:

"Senior Xizhilang, you want to go on stage too? Let's go together!"

Zhengwuzhou, Zhengyang Xianzong.

Qianqing put her hands on her knees and stood up from her seat.

He said to Lin Zichu who was sitting beside him:

"Brother, you rest first, I will go back as soon as I go."

Lin Zichu nodded and said, "Be careful."

"it is good."

The order of the [-] monks competing in the eight competitions of heaven, earth, Xuan, Huang, Yu, Zhou, Hong, and Huang was extremely fair.

For example, monks like Lin Zichu who have just experienced fierce fighting can then rest for about five fights.

Those like Qian Qing who were famous in the ring but didn't take part in the fight, as expected, were called up in the first match.

Lin Zichu trusted Qianqing as if he trusted himself.

Unhurriedly, he allocated half of his consciousness and threw it into the "Heaven" battlefield where Qianqing was.

The other half of the mind is concentrated on meditating to recover, quickly replenishing the spiritual power in the body.

Not long after Qianqing left her seat, a divine sense came from behind.

"At the beginning of Lin Zi."

Hearing this voice, Lin Zichu suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look.

Not far away, Gui Zao, the supervisor of Wang I Zun clan, looked at Lin Zichu with displeasure in his eyes.

Lin Zichu replied via sound transmission respectfully:

"It's the manager, it's been a long time."

"Hmph," Gui Zao snorted, and said, "My lord is still young, and you have spoiled him. He was on the martial arts stage just now, what did you lead him to call you?"

At the first day of Linzi's junior high school, he was at a loss for words:

"I……"

"I don't understand the rules!" Gui Zao said: "The lord has such a great status, how can you be so nonsense. What kind of place do you think you look at my family?!"

This accusation is not justified.

But Lin Zichu lowered his eyes, without any sign of contradicting.

After a long time, Lin Zichu said via voice transmission:

"...Zi Chu knew he was wrong."

Although Lin Zichu backed down repeatedly, Guizao had no intention of letting him go.

"Don't think that just because the Lord likes you, you can do whatever you want."

Lin Zichu's eyebrows slowly frowned.

"If you want to step into the gate of Wangwo Zunzu, it also depends on whether you have enough status."

Lin Zichu didn't say a word, appearing quite silent.

Seeing that he didn't contradict him, Gui Zao gradually dissipated the anger he had just filled.

"In this matter, there is something wrong with us as slaves. What kind of person is the Lord? We should protect him and prevent outsiders from contacting him."

"..."

Lin Zichu, who was regarded as an outsider, pursed his lips tightly, his cheeks were tense, and the curvature of his jaw became even sharper.

"It's a pity that the venerable lord was wandering when he was young, and he developed such a temperament that he is unwilling to be lonely... If you can serve the lord well and make him happy, that's all. Take it to Wang Wang's family. If I hear the Lord calling you big brother again...you can do it yourself!"

After saying that, Gui Zao's spiritual consciousness gradually faded away.

From the beginning to the end, Lin Zichu didn't open his mouth to refute anything.

He just lowered his head, without any expression of anger or grievance on his face.

After a while, Lin Zichu raised his hand, and fumbled from the skirt of his clothes.

I saw Lin Zichu touched a piece of green jade, the texture of the jade was moist, but there were obvious scorched marks, and he couldn't see the appearance of Gangmao at all.

Lin Zichu gently rubbed it with his fingertips, the gang Mao was quite spiritual, and echoed with emerald green light like fireflies.

Sitting next to Lin Zichu was a nun with a red string tied around her head.

It was Lin Zichu's junior sister, Pei'er.

Pei'er's level of cultivation is too low to compete on stage, so she only puts her spiritual consciousness on the martial arts stage.

Just now she was clapping and applauding, until the moment when the gang Mao in Lin Zichu's hand was shining, she came over.

"Huh," looking at the most majestic and reserved elder brother, holding something in a daze.Pei'er looked at it carefully, and couldn't help being surprised: "Senior Brother, have you found your Gangmao? How could it be so damaged?"

Lin Zichu's fingers closed together, and he put the Gang Mao back into his sleeve.

At the same time, he sighed softly:

"...I never, never lost it."

Lin Zichu is not very old, but he has already experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships, so he doesn't take Gui Zao's words to heart.

Just feeling complicated, she couldn't help raising her head, and looked at the "Tian" character Yanwu stage where Qianqing was.

It seems that only by being close to him can I feel at ease.

But she said, Qianqing walked to the martial arts stage and looked up at the names of the battles on the banner.

"Yellow Crane."

I don't know where I've heard of this name, Qian Qing only felt that the name of the monk who would become her opponent was very familiar, as if she had only heard of it recently.

He was thinking, suddenly, a familiar consciousness came.

With a relaxed expression, Qianqing turned her head to see the person who came, so she turned over and jumped off the blue and white stone slab of the martial arts platform, and trotted forward.

Qianqing greeted with a smile:

"Shouxi, are you coming to the competition too?"

It was Shou Xi and Wen Renshao of Ku Zhongzong who transmitted the divine consciousness.

The two of them are also performing martial arts in the word "Heaven", not far from Qian Qing.

Since Shouxi and Qianqing grew up together and had a deep friendship, Wen Renshao consciously did not interrupt, and left on his own to stand on his own martial arts stage.

Shouxi nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"I saw the contest of the Young Master. He is upright and has sincere feelings for you. He is a person worthy of entrustment."

Qian Qing froze for a moment, then remembered that the "Young Village Master" that Shou Xi said referred to Lin Zichu.

He couldn't help laughing, and put his arms around Shouxi's shoulders: "Are you my natal family? You talk old-fashioned."

Shouxi also smiled slightly, with a very relaxed expression.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qianqing sent a voice transmission to Shouxi:

"You're right... Shao, Shao Zhuangzhu is indeed a person worth entrusting for life. I'm about to get married, and I'll treat you to a wedding wine at that time. You must come."

"That's natural." Shouxi said: "It's just that the etiquette of the nobles is orthodox and decent, and the marriage of the patriarch is the top priority. When the wedding date is set, I don't know how long it will be delayed?"

Hearing this, Qianqing also thought of those extremely annoying and trivial things in her family, and couldn't help showing a rather unhappy expression.

Shouxi and Qianqing have been together day and night, discerning his unhappy mood at this time, so he changed the subject and avoided continuing the conversation.

"……Um?"

Shouxi raised his head, looked at the banner on the martial arts stage, and couldn't help but make a voice of doubt.

I saw four large characters written in thick ink on the banner.

Qian Qing, Huang He.

"Is your next opponent Huang He?"

Qian Qing nodded and said, "This name is so familiar, but where have I heard it?"

Shouxi replied: "You forgot, this person is a disciple of Immortal Lord Bi Xuying under the Dongling Immortal Sect."

"Ah," in Qianqing's mind, a young face that had been slapped by the scorching fire and was extremely red and swollen instantly appeared.

"It turned out to be that pig's head."

"..."

Shouxi looked at Qianqing helplessly, and smiled wryly: "Let's save some morals..."

"What? He insulted Ku Zhongzong and bullied you like that, and he may not have accumulated much virtue. What else should I be polite about?"

Shouxi said: "Okay, what you say is what you say. Oh, just be careful, don't run into danger."

"What's the danger?" Qianqing raised her left hand, and gently held her left cheek, as if she was suffering from pain and gasping for air.

Obviously, he was imitating the Yellow Crane who was seriously injured by the Burning Order that day.

Since Qianqing imitated it so vividly, Shouxi laughed.

Qianqing laughed loudly and said:

"It's just a defeated general..."

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly heard a deafening roar from behind.

"Listen to your nonsense!!"

Hearing this roar, which was obviously furious, Shouxi suddenly froze his face and stopped laughing.

Standing behind the two of them was naturally the Yellow Crane from Dongling Xianzong.

I saw his face turned blue and white with anger, the fairy sword came out of its sheath, and with a sound of "swipe!", it was about to slash at Qianqing.

"Boy, you are deceiving people too much!"

Qianqing tapped her toes, stepped back again and again, and said, "Hey, the competition hasn't started yet. You can kill me, why are you still beating my friend?"

It turned out that Huang He was in a state of desperation, and the celestial sword fell down repeatedly, and even Shouxi beside him was involved.

"I want you two to die together!"

"Ah."

Qianqing sneered, and raised her finger to the martial arts platform: "It's really funny. You go up, I will let you know the fate of nonsense today."

Huang He was furious:

"—that's what I want to say!"

There is a huge difference in strength between Huang He and Qian Qing, it is not a problem for Qian Qing to defeat Huang He, it is just a matter of time.

On the martial arts arena, life and death can be decided in an instant.

However, Qianqing was not in a hurry, and she looked confident, her fighting style was not at all like the aggressive and aggressive one she had in the opening ceremony just now, but instead seemed a bit of a leisurely stroll.

He was not in a hurry, and he was very measured in his actions, so that no one would be seriously injured by his every move.

Not long after the opening, the experienced monks saw the clues.

"I hope Qianqing's strength is much higher than Huang He's. He is clearly capable of quick battles, but he doesn't play hard. It seems that he wants to slowly make his opponent look ugly."

"Does he have a grudge against Huang He?"

She saw Qianqing holding a palm-sized black-haired spider in her hand, its dark eyes were very scary, but it looked extraordinarily well-behaved in the palm of its owner.

Qian Qing didn't say anything, it just opened its mouth and spit silk at what it pointed at, attacking without hesitation.Those silver threads are extremely viscous, and castration is urgent.

Sticking to Huang He's body, Ah Mao raised his powerful jaw upwards, and with a "stab", he tore the opponent's clothes out of the cracks.

Huang He's Taoist robe soon became incomplete, and the upper part of his body exposed the young man's lean chest.

He was furious, swearing and resisting with all his might.

It's a pity that the rhythm of the battle was completely affected by Qianqing, even if Huang He broke out in a frenzy and tried to get out of the current predicament for a short time, he still couldn't do it.