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

Because Huang He's move was so sudden, most of the monks didn't react.

Just as he was about to splatter the blood on the spot, a black figure flashed past quickly, with his arms outstretched, blocking Huang He's charge.

The strength of this collision cannot be underestimated, the monk who came to the rescue grunted, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth when he was hit by the yellow crane.

Yellow Crane was furious, and when he saw who was coming, his eyes were even redder, and he kept roaring:

"Zhengwuzhou's dead dog, get the hell out of here, don't stop me!"

That person was Shouxi who came to watch Qianqing's result after the competition.

He didn't get along with Huang He for a long time, but he understood this person's character somewhat.When Huang He stepped down, he paid close attention to Huang He, fearing that he would try to commit suicide.

"Fellow Daoist," Shou Xi was hit on the chest by the yellow crane, he held the pain while coughing, and said, "Qian Qing is ignorant and offended fellow Daoist with nonsense, why do you have to be as knowledgeable as him?"

"roll!"

"If you feel that you have lost face, you don't have to! Qianqing was abused and beaten by others when she was a child, and she was treated as a bedbug quite a few times, so I didn't take your feelings into account, please forgive me."

Huang He finally couldn't bear it any longer, and fell down and wailed loudly, feeling as if the sky had collapsed.

At this moment, Qian Qing also ran down from the martial arts stage.Seeing Huang He like this, he breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then thought that as a disciple of the Immortal Sect, he completely disregarded the value of life and committed suicide, so he couldn't help but raged, and cursed:

"Shouxi, let him go and let him die."

"Qianqing!"

"Good words are hard to persuade, damn it, you can't help yourself if you are merciful. Hmph, do you want to die if you are insulted a few times? If so, I should have died a hundred and eighty times! If you want to die, die, don't dirty the Zhengyang Immortal Sect!" Site."

Huang He was trembling all over, and when he raised his head, he stared at Qian Qing.

Qian Qing said: "Zhengyang Immortal Sect only has Wuxiu who died in battle."

"Look at me Qianqing, you...you are too deceitful..."

Huang He gritted his teeth, his body trembling like chaff.

"How about bullying you!"

Shouxi frowned, and scolded: "Qianqing!"

Qian Qing said: "Weak people are bullied and despised, as it should be. If you don't accept it, you should work hard and practice hard to defeat me, instead of looking for death and life like this. The dignified orthodox monks of the Immortal Sect of Dongling are weak under the protection of the sect. So far, vulnerable. Ridiculous, ridiculous!"

After finishing speaking, Qian Qing seemed even more angry than Huang He. With a wave of his right hand, more than a hundred cranes returned to the golden lock on Huang He's chest.

The golden lock is shining brightly, so you can't look directly at it.

Seeing the blue veins on Qian Qing's forehead bursting out, she was so angry that she left the martial arts platform with the word "Heaven" angrily.

Tears were still on Huang He's face, he looked at Qian Qing's back in astonishment, and couldn't say a word for a while.

After a long time, Shouxi sighed softly, grabbed Huang He's arm, and lifted him up.

"Fellow Daoist, get ready for the next fight."

"Um……"

Huang He touched the golden lock around his neck with complicated eyes.

The little suzerain of Zhengyang Xianzong won the first battle, but he didn't seem very happy.

After sitting back beside his lover Lin Zichu, he was still full of anger, unable to calm down.

Lin Zichu leaned close to his ear and whispered for a long time, but he couldn't calm down.

Lin Zichu lightly stroked Qianqing's hair, pinned his scattered hair behind his ear, and leaned closer to Qianqing's ear, and said something.

Qian Qing sometimes nodded, sometimes frowned, with a very serious expression.

After a while, he leaned forward, put his head in Lin Zichu's arms, and arched it twice.

The monks who sat close to Qian Lin and the two showed dumbfounded expressions.

The little father-in-law has a stubborn and unruly personality, just like the blue and white stone slabs of the martial arts platform, with sharp edges and corners, and is invulnerable to cold and heat.Even if his master Feng Zhaoming taught Qianqing, he might not be able to listen to much.

How could he cooperate so much now that he was by Lin Zichu's side?

I saw Qianqing raised her hands and embraced the back of Lin Zichu's neck, her whole body was limp, lying on Lin Zichu's chest, she shouted with a drawn out voice:

"Big brother-"

On the side, Pu Qingluo had just returned from a bloody battle, and she was full of fighting spirit and had no time to restrain herself.

Hearing Qianqing's words, she quickly covered her ears:

"Qianqing! In public, you dare to shake the morale of the army like this."

Lin Zichu also felt something was wrong, and frowned slightly, looking like he was thinking.

Qianqing rolled her eyes, but she sent a voice transmission to Pu Qingluo: "What does it have to do with you!"

When Linzi first saw Pu Qingluo's resentful expression, he quickly grabbed Qianqing's arm, signaling him not to be as knowledgeable as others.

Qianqing snorted softly from her nasal cavity, feeling depressed.

Lin Zichu thought for a while, then suddenly took Qian Qing's hand and spread his palm.

White fingers lightly wrote two words in Qianqing's palm.

"Huh," where Lin Zichu touched Qian Qing's palm, there was a silver light, he looked curiously, and asked, "This is it?"

After Lin Zichu finished writing, he put Qian Qing's palms together.

He moved closer to Qianqing's ear and said:

"Ah Qing, you and I have a marriage agreement, so there is no need to call me 'big brother' in the future..."

"Then... how about that?"

Lin Zichu smiled and said nothing, but slightly squeezed Qianqing's written hand.

Qian Qing was taken aback for a moment, then said:

"That is……"

"That's my name, Ah Qing." Lin Zichu whispered, "You can call me like this in the future. This word... other than my parents, only you know it."

During the conversation, Lin Zichu's heart moved.

He turned his head and looked back.

Seeing the word "Heaven" on the martial arts stage, his name suddenly appeared.

Lin Zichu shook Qianqing's hand again, stood up, and said, "I'm leaving. Ah Qing, don't let others know my other characters."

Qianqing responded, lowered her head, looked at her right hand, and couldn't help laughing.

He spread his palm slightly, curled up his slender fingers, covering the two words on his palm so that no one else could see them.

"Cangshu."

Looking at the two words with silver dim light shining in the palm, Qianqing raised the corners of her mouth greatly.

Just when Lin Zichu got up and walked towards the martial arts field with the word "Heaven", there was suddenly commotion from monks at the main entrance of the martial arts hall.

There was no match arrangement, and the monks who watched quietly, or meditated and recovered, all turned their heads to look at the door when they heard the sound.

A few young disciples in blue robes walked quickly into the Martial Arts Hall, and whispered something to Immortal Shu Zhong, one of the eight immortals.

This Shuzhong Xianjun is the only one among the eight Xianjun who is proficient in medical skills.

His personality is not gentle, but he is extremely kind, and he is also very popular among the immortals.

Therefore, seeing a disciple coming to pass a message, several immortals passed their eyes over at the same time.

As expected of a person in a high position, Shu Zhongxian Jun, after hearing the message from his disciple, his expression was calm and calm, and his expression remained unmoved.

"Everyone, there are messy things under Shu Zhong's sect that disturb people, so please stay with me for now."

Immortal Shu Zhong pushed away the wine cup in front of him, and after apologizing, he got up and wanted to leave the martial arts hall.

A tall and thin monk heard this, got up quickly, and called out:

"Master, where are you going? I want to go with you too!"

"Bo Luo, stay well. You lost to the opponent due to carelessness in the last match. If you make such a mistake again, it seems that the teacher will discipline you severely."

Shu Zhong tried his best to speak lightly, but there was a heavy look between his eyebrows and eyes.He gave instructions to his disciples, and hurriedly walked out from the gate of the Martial Arts Hall.