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

It turned out that Qian Qing and Lin Zichu had cultivated diligently for more than ten years, and they could ascend to the position of Immortal Sovereign of Zhengyang Immortal Sect only after their wedding ceremony.

The two of them are the youngest people in the history of Zhengyang Xianzong to become Xianjun.

Just because of his strong cultivation base, no one objected.

A monk with such a cultivation level should not leave the Optimus Pillar easily, otherwise it would have a huge impact on the balance of spiritual power in the world.

Even though Feng Zhaoming's eyes were covered by a white cloth, Qing Feng Mingyue seemed to be able to feel the cold and serious gaze of the Immortal Venerable.

Quickly defending Qian Lin:

"I think the two of them won't be so confused. When we go down the mountain this time, we will hide our cultivation so as not to disturb the world."

"By the way, Immortal Zhaoming. Before the two of them left, they brought a group of disciples up the mountain who came to seek immortality and asked them, and left these disciples at the foot of Zhenhui Peak. The meaning of the little fairy master is that you can start from here Select a few talented students from the batch of disciples, and earn them under your command. Immortal Venerable, do you want to summon these disciples?"

Feng Zhaoming didn't stop stroking Xiaobao's fingers, and said softly:

"There has never been such a precedent."

It should be noted that Zhengyang Immortal Sect is the number one orthodox giant in Zhengwuzhou, and countless disciples visit the mountain every year, and no matter what, they will never be met by the Immortal Venerable in person.

Even if the talent is extremely astonishing, they must first start as beginners.

So Feng Zhaoming waved his hand slightly: "Just give Shu Zhong Xianjun a look."

"Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly thought that in a few days it would be the wedding ceremony between Qianqing and Zichu, and all the immortals were very busy, especially the loyalty of the first immortal.

If these visiting disciples are handed over to Shu Zhong at this time, it will not only cause chaos for Immortal Shu Zhong, but Immortal Shu Zhong himself may not be able to bear the temper to check the conduct and cultivation of these disciples, and I am afraid that the future of these monks will be ruined innocently .

Thinking of this, Feng Zhaoming hesitated for a moment:

"..., let's take these disciples to the Immortal Palace."

Qingfeng was stunned, and asked, "Now?"

"Ah."

"This... Do you want His Highness Feng Duan to avoid it?" Feng Zhaoming raised his hand, grabbed the back of the black panther, and wanted to take it away from himself.

Unexpectedly, when Xiao Bao saw Feng Zhaoming stretching out his hand, he grabbed his father's wrist with one bite.

Although Feng Zhaoming has been trying to discipline Feng Duan strictly, but this little leopard is young, immature, and extremely clingy, no matter how cold and upright Feng Zhaoming is, it sticks to him like a cowhide, regardless of other things.

Feng Zhaoming didn't push him away any more, he used his hands to make him sit still.

Qingfeng Mingyue knew the father and son very well, so without Feng Zhaoming's further explanation, he preached to the door:

"Let's all come in."

It turned out that Qingfeng Mingyue had asked many disciples to wait outside the door, as if she had expected that Feng Zhaoming would agree to summon them.

Outside Zhu Mingxian Hall, dozens of young men and women monks lined up and entered the Immortal Hall one by one.

Mingyue glanced over and saw that these monks were all handsome and talented.

Some of them bowed their heads in salute, they didn't dare to look up at Feng Zhaoming's face, the expressions on their faces were panic and nervous, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

Some looked left and right, full of curiosity about the fairy palace, and turned their heads to talk softly with their companions.

Qingfeng and Mingyue took a step forward, hugged Fuchen, cleared their throats, and said to everyone:

"All disciples sign up in turn."

Hearing this, the disciple who ranked first straightened his back and looked at Immortal Feng Zhaoming on the Yaotai.

Although it was a little strange why the immortal was holding a beast pet in his arms, the disciple did not ask after all. His voice was trembling with excitement. After telling his name and family background, he stretched out his right hand, shook it suddenly, and said in his mouth: "Come!"

I saw a light flashing in the palm of this disciple, and an iron halberd appeared out of thin air.

Among the visiting disciples, most of them are looking for immortals for the first time, never thought that the first monk they met would be the "War Intent No. 1", known as "Under the Zhengyang, the only one" Zhu Ming Xianzun.

If he can win the first place in this summoning meeting and let the master treat him differently, wouldn't the road to becoming a fairy be as smooth as ever, advancing thousands of miles every day?

Thinking of this, the first disciple tightly held the iron halberd in his hand, and said: "I am good at using long halberds, and dare to use the ax in front of seniors, so that seniors can laugh at me."

He wanted to show his skills in front of Feng Zhaoming on the spot.

Immortal Zhaoming is used to such people who are eager to show their abilities in front of Immortal Venerable.He nodded slightly, neither stopping nor responding too much.

After the first disciple showed his skills in front of Feng Zhaoming, the remaining dozens of disciples reported their names one by one, and asked Feng Zhaoming to comment on them.

Zhaoming Immortal Venerable sat on the stage far away, with his back straight, his expression indifferent, he treated all his disciples equally, just nodded, and did not open his mouth to comment from the beginning to the end.

Probably because the eyes were covered, everyone couldn't see Feng Zhaoming's expression, they only felt that he was neither sad nor happy, rather cold as ice.

Everyone said that this immortal is indifferent and doesn't like talking.Now it seems that it is so.

I don't know how long it took, and after all the visiting disciples showed off one by one, only the young monk standing at the end remained.

This young monk is slightly different from the rest of the monks. He is thin and thin, with a weak face. He is probably only fourteen or fifteen years old.

When it was the other monks' turn to report their family backgrounds and show their abilities, they couldn't wait, for fear that Feng Zhaoming would have too many chores, and they would not have the patience to read on, and were eager to throw out all their own advantages.

Only the young monk standing at the very end was calm and silent for a long time without speaking.

Mingyue raised her eyes subconsciously.

Then I saw this young monk with an ordinary appearance, and he didn't have any sense of existence at a glance.

The boy just stared deeply at Feng Zhaoming on the stage and the little leopard in his arms, without saying a word for a long time.

As if sensing Dao Tong's gaze, the young cultivator shifted his gaze and looked at Mingyue.

His eyes were as bright as stars, and when he opened them, his sharpness was revealed. Mingyue couldn't help but take a step back, feeling an inexplicable pressure.

"..."

Qingfeng, who was standing aside, asked, "Mingyue, what's wrong?"

The young monk lowered his eyes again, returning to his original soft and docile appearance.

Mingyue shook her head, thinking to herself: "It must be an illusion."

Because Feng Zhao couldn't see with his eyesight, and didn't stretch out his spiritual consciousness, he heard no sound from the hall, and asked:

"finished?"

"Reporting to the Immortal Venerable, there is still one person who has not reported."

Feng Zhaoming nodded and fell silent again.

Mingyue looked at the young monk standing at the end, and urged, "Hey, little fellow Taoist, why don't you speak? Immortal Zhaoming is an upright person, so don't be afraid, just report your name."

The young monk stood there quietly. After a while, he spoke with a clear voice, saying:

"Master Xianzun, your eyes are hanging from the white cloth, but your eyes are sick?"

Just when this person opened his mouth, Qingfeng and Mingyue were astonished to find that on the Yaotai, the body of Feng Zhaoming, who was originally calm and composed, shook involuntarily.

In the next moment, the immortal, who had practiced closed-eye meditation for 18 years like a mortal, suddenly raised his right hand and pulled down the ribbon hanging from the bridge of his nose, revealing his eyes.

At the same time as the ribbon fell, a powerful spiritual consciousness belonging to monks in the out-of-body stage spread over the sky and covered the earth, tightly grasping the entire fairy palace in an instant.

There was only a roar of "Huh!", and the sound of breaking was endless, and the consciousness like a violent storm quickly destroyed the window paper and porcelain of Zhu Mingxian Temple.

Some young disciples with weaker cultivation levels passed out directly.

"Zhaoming Immortal Venerable!"

Qingfeng and Mingyue covered their eyes with their hands and shouted: "What happened?"

Everyone present was stunned and puzzled. They didn't know what happened to shake that calm and dignified Immortal Zhu Ming to such an extent.

Fortunately, Feng Zhaoming quickly regained his composure, withdrew his consciousness, and sat down cross-legged again.

With one hand, he embraced Fengduan who was staggered to and fro, and with the other hand he gently picked up the teacup on the table—the teacup trembled uncontrollably.

Feng Zhaoming lightly touched the cup wall with his lips and closed his eyes.

It has returned to the original elegant and noble posture of the famous fairy family.

Gently put down the teacup with his jade-like right hand, Feng Zhaoming suddenly opened his eyes, those amazingly bright eyes were firmly fixed on the monk standing at the end.

When he spoke, Feng Zhaoming's voice was a little hoarse:

"……May I have your name?"

Before everyone could react from the shock just now, when they heard Feng Zhaoming speak, they subconsciously looked at the young monk who caused the commotion.

However, he saw that the young monk's body was solidified like a clay sculpture, his expression was very stiff, and he was trembling, obviously terribly frightened.

The power of the Immortal Venerable is really hard to resist.

Mingyue couldn't bear it, coughed lightly, and said: "The Immortal Venerable asked you something, report to the house quickly."

"Yes." The young cultivator lowered his head and muttered: "Report to Master Xianzun, the disciple's name is Huan Eryue, and he comes from a sect affiliated with Zhengyang Immortal Sect. Opening the pulse to the throat is a top-notch qualification."

Feng Zhaoming let out a "huh", lowered his eyes, and gestured to gently stroke the top of Feng Duan's head, restraining his almost uncontrollable emotions.

He suppressed and took a few deep breaths, only to feel that his body was boiling hot, but he couldn't speak.

Feng Zhaoming didn't speak, and the disciples in the audience didn't dare to breathe, for fear of angering the Immortal Venerable.

The huge Zhu Ming Immortal Palace fell silent for a moment.

Or Qingfeng and Mingyue saw that Feng Zhaoming had been meditating for too long, so they stepped forward to ask the reason.

Feng Zhaoming frowned, for a long time, he said:

"...Let's invite Shu Zhongxian to come over and take these disciples away."

"Yes... Dare I ask Xianzun, how will Junior Brother Er Yue arrange it?"

"Take him to the Banxie Pavilion."

"..."

At that moment, Qingfeng and Mingyue's shocked mood reached its peak.

Rangxie Pavilion was the residence of Feng Zhaoming before he became Venerable, and later became the sleeping palace of Immortal Venerable, outsiders are not allowed to enter.

The last person who was able to enter the evil pavilion was the deceased Sect Master Bairen.

Zhaoming Immortal Venerable has seen Er Yue's tricks again, can he be so moved?

But Feng Zhaoming didn't give the two Taoist boys a chance to ask, he stood up, hugged Feng Duan in his arms, shook his robe, and left the Zhu Ming Immortal Palace.

Shortly after.

Zhengyang Xianzong, in the Pavilion of Eliminating Evil.

Because Zhaoming Xianzun himself likes to be quiet, there are formations to isolate birds and beasts outside the Banxie Pavilion.

On weekdays, this Xianjia Pavilion is silent, not even the slightest bit of popularity can be seen.

Today, a young monk who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old stood alone outside the gate of Banxie Pavilion.

He raised his hand as if to knock on the door.

However, when his finger was only an inch away from the door of the pavilion, the monk stopped again.

If you look closely, you can see that his fingers are trembling slightly.

Outside the pavilion door, the young monk quickly tidied up his attire and cleared his throat.He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, he raised his hand again, and tapped three times, "Dong Dong Dong".

"Come in."

Inside the room, there was a clear male voice, like the morning mist.

Er Yue responded, stretched out her hand and pushed open the door.

Then I saw that in the Banxie Pavilion, there was a long window that reached the sky directly to the ground.

It is not so much a window as it is another door.

At this time, the long window was fully opened, and the breeze came in, blowing the black hair of Immortal Zhaoming.

Floating clouds obscured the sun, Feng Zhaoming sat cross-legged by the window alone, blending into the carved couplets on the sill.

His back is straight, and he seems to have supernatural powers that can lift the sky and penetrate the earth. He is completely a god-man who has been passed down from mouth to mouth.

Er Yue couldn't help being stunned.

It wasn't until the pair of immortals looked over lightly that Er Yue just lowered her head.

Feng Zhaoming remained calm and said softly, "Sit."

After Er Yue sat down, Feng Zhaoming carefully looked into his eyes.

After a while, another cup of tea was pushed over.

Then he saw that there was a ball of blue tea as thin as a silk thread in the teacup, the tea was soaked in blue, and the tea was fragrant.

"Everyone regards purple tea as the most expensive."

Feng Zhaoming lowered his eyes, as if agitated, and tapped his right index finger on the table unconsciously: "Er Yue, in your opinion, how about blue tea?"

"...Returning to my lord, this tea is full of fragrance, especially bright in color, and the tea water is like honey. It is really a rare and rare tea in the world."

"..."

Feng Zhaoming stood up and faced the long window.

Looking at the deep mountains standing outside the Banxie Pavilion, Gu Juefeng Cen, and the glistening rivers and lakes, it seemed that the torrential rain that poured down from the Milky Way that day was already a past life.

— 18 years.

Feng Zhaoming took a breath, and clenched his slender hands under the long sleeves into fists. After a long time, he opened his mouth and said:

"This deity considers three questions for you. If you can answer all of them, this deity will make an exception and accept you as an apprentice. Er Yue, what do you mean by your words?"

Er Yue hurriedly got up to salute, fearfully said: "Master Immortal is one of the four Immortal Masters of Zhengyang Immortal Sect, disciples never dare to hope to be superior—"

"The deity has a young son named Duan." Feng Zhaoming's expression was indifferent, he ignored Er Yue's words, interrupted his endless words of admiration, and said straight to the point: "It is mischievous, but its body is quite weak. No matter the deity How to be careful, every other year, Feng Duan will be seriously ill. Why?"

Er Yue was slightly stunned, and after a while, said softly:

"...I heard that Feng Duan was born with insufficient months, but it was because of you, Master Xianzun, that you used the heaven-defying fairy art to forcefully extend his life. Such a child is born with a loss, and it should...should be as close to the mother's body as possible. If it is fun If you run far away, if you want to leave the gate of Zhengyang Immortal Sect, you may fall ill before reaching the foot of Optimus Pillar."

Feng Zhaoming nodded, remained silent for a while, and said again: "The second thing is that Duan'er often utters obscenities, which are unbearable to the ear, and he will not change after repeated admonition."

"Dare to ask what kind of slander?"

Feng Zhaoming opened his mouth, as if to speak, but he couldn't speak in the end.

"Who did Feng Duan learn this from?"

"Probably Qianqing said it, and it learned it."

Er Yue said:

"Since that's the case, you don't need to worry about it. Feng Duan is probably doing it on purpose to attract your attention. Next time it talks nonsense, you can whip its ass with a bamboo board, and it will be much cleaner in the future."

Feng Zhaoming frowned, sighed softly, and said:

"...To this day, my son Feng Duan is still unable to transform into a human form, and there are very few fluent words in his mouth. It was the deity who caused it to be born without a mother to take care of it. It almost died. How can we do anything to it? It is it Saying some foul language, I only have pity in my heart."

For 18 years, Feng Zhaoming took care of Feng Duan alone, and he never told anyone about the hardships.

But at this time, in front of Er Yue, Feng Zhaoming, one of the dignified four, could not help showing melancholy and lethargy.

"I always feel that when it was born, it probably hurt my brain, so that it can't take shape until now, and...no matter what it will be in the future..."

"No!"

Seeing Feng Zhaoming's worried brows, Er Yue couldn't bear it any longer, he said eagerly: "Sword Beast Clan people can transform into human beings only after they reach adulthood, and I assure you, Duan'er is definitely not out of his mind!"

"..."

As soon as this remark came out, Er Yue knew it was bad.

Feeling Feng Zhaoming's eyes on her body, Er Yue's back immediately burst into a layer of cold sweat.

He took a step back, his throat was dry, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Who would have thought that Feng Zhaoming would act as if he hadn't heard it, and still be so calm and indifferent.

The star-like deep eyes seem to observe everything in the world, looking at Er Yue quietly.

Er Yue took a deep breath and said, "Disciple is rude."

"It's okay."

Feng Zhaoming waved his hands, stood by the window, paused, and said: "I will accept you as a beginner disciple. From today onwards, you will go to Houfeng to practice."

"Yes."

Optimus Pillar, the first stage, at the foot of the mountain.

"It should be here. Why didn't I see anyone?"

Qianqing stood on tiptoe, the young man's slender neck stretched out like a bird, looking around.

He said to Lin Zichu: "Cangshu, why didn't you see my father and the others?"

Lin Zichu comforted: "Don't worry, look for it again."

"Hey, you and I have improved in cultivation. We haven't stepped out of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect in these years. I'm afraid that it will attract fluctuations in spiritual power and endanger the mortals in the lower world. If it weren't for the marriage ceremony between you and me this time, we wouldn't be able to go down the mountain. We just went down the mountain In the end, you must hide your cultivation base, no different from ordinary people. Right now, you can't release your spiritual consciousness, and you can't even find someone. It's really..."

Hearing Qianqing's whining and complaining, Lin Zichu smiled slightly, and held Qianqing's hand.

Qian Qing was like an egret being strangled by someone, she immediately stopped screaming, her heart tightened, and said: "You...you..."

About to speak something.

Suddenly there was a sound of "嗖——" piercing through the air.

Both Qian Lin and Qian Lin turned their heads together, and saw a blue paper crane flying towards Qian Qing like lightning and thunder.

Qian Qing gently pinched the paper crane with one hand, and when she noticed what was recorded in the paper crane, she was slightly taken aback, and immediately showed a confident smile.

When Linzi first saw the paper crane, he knew it was a letter from Zhu Mingxian Palace where Feng Zhaoming was.

"Ah Qing, is this message related to 'that person'?"

"En." Qianqing handed the paper crane directly to Lin Zichu, and said with a smile: "Qingfeng and Mingyue told me that the master wants to accept a young man with an ordinary appearance and a submissive personality as an introductory disciple. These two Taoist boys, Still dumbfounded, I can’t believe it.”

"After all, Immortal Zhaoming has only accepted you as a disciple for thousands of years."

After Lin Zichu flipped through the paper cranes, he held the green crane in his palm, and opened his palm again, the letter turned into thousands of ice crystals and dissipated in the air.

Lin Zichu recalled the appearance of the young monk in the letter, and sighed: "It's no wonder that Qingfeng and Mingyue couldn't recognize him. What kind of tricks did that person use to make everyone look at his appearance, creating a world of difference? illusion?"

Hearing this, Qianqing's expression became more serious, and she shook her head slightly.

Lin Zichu sighed: "The 18 years of deep sleep only made that person understand the Dao of Time better..."

Qian Qing responded, suddenly thought of something, and laughed on Lin Zichu's shoulder.

"Er Yue worshiped under Master's sect, wouldn't he become my junior brother? Do you want to call me senior brother?"

"..."

"He has just started, and he has to go to the back peak to practice every day. Feng Duan likes to play there the most, and he will definitely harass Er Yue every day, hahaha, I really can't wait to see Feng Duan pissing him off."

The two were laughing and talking, when they suddenly heard someone calling not far away.

"Young Master? Is it you?"

Qianqing and Lin Zichu turned their heads at the same time.

Not far away, there were more than a dozen male and female monks standing.

In the middle is a monk with a dignified temperament and gentle eyes. He is Lin Zichu's father, Lin Wenqian, the owner of Linjiazhuang.

On the left of Lin Wenqian stood Steward Liu.

Standing on the right is Lin Zichu's younger brother Lin Wuma, holding his nine-year-old son by the hand, and said, "Look, that's your immortal uncle."

Lin Wuma's son was too young, and when he saw a stranger, his first reaction was to hide behind his father, looking at the two of Qian Lin with extreme vigilance.

Lin Wuma looked embarrassed and scolded his son in a low voice.He was worried that his son's actions would anger Qian Qing, or make Lin Zichu dislike him.

Fortunately, Lin Wuma, who was only a few years older than him, but whose status was incomparably noble, Lin Zichu, didn't care too much about his nephew's rudeness. .