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

Qian Qing fell from the sky like a falling phoenix, her movements were as light as a god.

As soon as he touched the ground, he walked up to Lin Zichu, quickly held the hand of his Taoist companion, and said angrily: "These villains are not very capable, but they are very skilled in their mouths. Hmph, 'Xiang Zhuo Zhuo Xianjun Say hello'... they deserve it!"

Lin Zichu nodded, looked at the sky, and frowned slightly.

Then he approached Qian Qing's ear and said slowly: "Ah Qing, we have spent a lot of effort on the road to lure these demon cultivators. It is already a few days late for the day we originally planned to return to the sect. If we delay any longer, we may miss it." business."

Qian Qing was startled, the anger on her face gradually eased, and she said: "That's right. Even if everything is thrown away, you must not miss the big day."

At the end, I couldn't help laughing out loud.Seeing that Qianqing was in a cheerful mood, Lin Zichu was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

The two people are connected with each other, and they are deeply affectionate. When they look at each other, the deep affection in their eyes is almost pouring out.

The bystanders also showed a clear and gratified smile.The little fairy master and Lin Zichu have a deep relationship, which is naturally a great blessing for them.

Right now.

"cough."

Lin Zichu's father, Lin Wenqian, cleared his throat and said solemnly, "Since you're in a hurry, why don't you leave immediately?"

It was only then that Qian Qing realized that there were other people around him, he felt as if he had just woken up from a dream, he was very embarrassed, he quickly let go of Lin Zichu's hand, took a few steps forward, and said: "Yes, then...then let's hurry. "

Lin Zichu's eyes were clear and he did not answer.He just glanced at his father, then silently turned his head away and looked away.

Seeing this, Steward Liu who was standing beside Lin Wenqian burst out laughing.

Whispering with Lin Wenqian, said: "Master, do you still remember? When Young Master was young, because of his physical condition, he would cough non-stop whenever he opened his mouth. Therefore, he doesn't like to talk very much, even if anyone talks face to face. He will also stop talking while talking, looking absent-minded and watching with cold eyes."

"Ah."

"It wasn't until he met the little fairy master..." Steward Liu paused for a moment, and said, "He started to speak fluently, became nervous, and only then did he start to see the light in his eyes... The young master is so unprovoking. However, he had a fierce dispute with you back then and insisted on taking the little fairy master to the Optimus Pillar. In fact, since then, anyone can see that he has affection for him."

Lin Wenqian sighed, and couldn't help recalling the young figure in his memory trying to stand on tiptoe and holding his palm.

The face of that thin figure was so blurry, no matter how hard he tried to recall it, it was like a layer of white mist, and he couldn't remember clearly.

All he could think of was Lin Zi's outrageous and tough profile when he killed the enemy just now.

Lin Wenqian murmured: "Now...he is so old."

The son who was still protected by him back then had the most cold and stubborn personality, and he was also the most concerned about him.

Up to now, seeing his son's mature and stable back, Lin Wenqian knows that the paper wind kite under his wings has long since turned into a goshawk with one hand holding the sky.

And what I have to do is to cut off the thin thread in my hand and let him go to a wide and bright place.

Optimus Prime.

Zhenfei Peak, Banxie Pavilion.

There were two Taoist boys with buns standing outside the pavilion, holding whisks in their hands, looking at each other.

There is a sense of pushing and shoving each other in the words.

"Qingfeng, knock on the door quickly."

"Mingyue, I was the one who knocked on the door last time. This time, it should be your turn!"

"Let you knock, you can knock, why are you talking so much?"

"No, it should be you this time!"

The expressions of the two were calm, but they were muttering to each other through sound transmission for a long time before Mingyue reluctantly took a step forward.

"Cough cough."

After clearly clearing her throat, Mingyue said loudly:

"Report to Immortal Venerable Zhaoming that Senior Brother Qianqing and Senior Brother Lin Zichu have rushed back to Zhengyang Immortal Sect today, and are at the foot of Zhenhui Peak at this time, please announce your meeting."

There was silence inside the door for a while.

Qingfeng and Mingyue didn't dare to say more, they retreated holding their breath, and waited quietly.

But he said that at this time, the Immortal Zhaoming in the hall was teaching his youngest disciple to practice.

This disciple has not been a beginner for a long time, but he quickly gained the favor of the master.As long as he has free time, Immortal Zhaoming will recruit Er Yue to teach him in person.

Perhaps it was the reason why Zhaoming Immortal Venerable was not so strict with this little disciple, and even took it seriously. Qingfeng and Mingyue did not dare to underestimate Eryue.

Coupled with some things that happened later, Qingfeng and Mingyue felt that although Eryue was just a timid young man on the surface, deep down, she might be a very fierce and fierce person.

For example, when the master and apprentice are teaching and discussing Taoism, as long as someone interrupts, Er Yue's eyes will be as cold as a knife's edge, so that the two poor Taoist boys will even have a dispute over who will knock on the door.

Qingfeng Mingyue also saw that Er Yue cut off the body and decapitated the paper crane that the noble Lian's family handed to Zhaoming Xianzun with one knife, and then crushed it into powder with the wind.

It should be known that the letterhead handed to the Immortal Venerable can be regarded as the secret of the Immortal Family, and should be kept properly no matter what. Losing it is a felony, let alone destroying it directly.

But even so, Feng Zhaoming did not punish him.

In the pavilion of banishing evil spirits, there is an incense burner with animal heads, curling up white smoke, and the pavilion is full of quiet sandalwood, elegant and ethereal.

In the center is a long carved Qi red ancient wooden table. On the table is a three-foot bucket of square rice paper. On the right is a thick green inkstone. It seems ordinary, but exudes an extremely rare ambergris. .

Er Yue picked up the brush and was about to write when she heard the sound of the breeze and the bright moon outside the door.

He bit his lip and turned his head to look at Feng Zhaoming.

"Master, Master, the two brothers outside are calling you."

If there were agile ears of a beast, they might already be hanging down to the top of the head at this time.

Er Yue put the brush in her hand on the inkstone and said softly, "You...you...can you still teach me how to write today?"

Feng Zhaoming glanced at the door of the pavilion, but said nothing.

The right hand passed over Er Yue, and took the brush directly.

"Since the deity promised to teach you how to write, there is absolutely no reason to give up halfway."

Hearing that Er Yue's eyes lit up, she saw Feng Zhaoming stepping forward and standing in front of the table.

When writing with a pen, this Zhaoming Immortal Venerable has an immortal spirit and a graceful posture. Obviously, he has received the true biography of the Immortal Master Dongkun, and he is quite demeanor.

Inside the Banxie Pavilion, it was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard.

——Meeting today is like the day before, and parting this year is like the year after.

Not long after, such a sentence appeared on the rice paper of Sanchi Doufang.

"Er Yue, come and try."

"Yes, Master."

Er Yue took the brush from Feng Zhaoming, looked at the poems mentioned on the paper, and was a little startled for a while.

After being dazed for a long time, he finally realized that he picked up the pen with a smirk, but his writing hand was shaking all the time, making the handwriting on the rice paper of different thicknesses, and there was no skill at all.

At this moment, a pair of thin and long hands stretched out from behind, gently holding Er Yue.

Er Yue's body trembled, her fingers curled up.

"Hands need to be steady."

A voice so indifferent as if there was no wave came from behind itself.

"Don't use too much force."

Those hands took Er Yue and walked gently on the rice paper.

Although the poem is short, the affection in it is like a city full of wind, but it is affectionate.

Er Yue only felt her heart beating violently, even a little painful, and the sound of roaring blood flow could be heard beside her ears.

He asked, "Master, what is the explanation for this poem?"

Feng Zhaoming lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"Today is like the day before when we met, and this year is like the year after we parted...Every day we get together is like the past, and every future day after we part is like today. Master, in fact, I...in fact, I..."

Er Yue tightly held the brush in her hand, a surge of heat rushed into her mind.

At this moment, Qingfeng shouted outside the door:

"Zhaoming Xianzun, the little fairy master has been waiting at the foot of the peak for a long time, please declare!"

Er Yue took a deep breath, a bean-sized drop of sweat fell down his forehead, his eyes were dark and bottomless.

Feng Zhaoming took out the brush from Er Yue's hand and put it on the pen holder.

"The grand ceremony is coming soon, and the deity will return as soon as he goes."

Only then did Er Yue come to his senses, and he said, "Master, I want to go too!"

Feng Zhaoming glanced at him, paused, and said, "You are waiting here."

After saying that, Immortal Zhaoming turned into a ray of light, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

After a long time, Er Yue just looked away.

He walked to the table, picked up a three-foot bucket of rice paper, and put it in his sleeve.

Seeing that there was no one in the Rangxie Pavilion, Er Yue paused, pushed open the door of the pavilion, and walked towards Houfeng.

The back peak of Zhenhui Peak.

Here, the flowers are fragrant and the birds are singing, and the sun is warm and the wind is gentle.

In the grass, there is a small black leopard with round ears lying on the ground, nibbling the juicy grass stems in front of it.

As if hearing something, the little black leopard suddenly raised its head, revealing its mouth dirty with grass juice and mud.

The next moment, Xiaobao stood up and tentatively walked in a certain direction.

Because the clouded leopard has thick foot pads, it makes almost no sound when walking like this. It is a natural hunter.

Of course, although Feng Duan didn't make any sound, the moment it moved, a divine sense struck over and landed in front of Xiaobao.

That consciousness came from the monk who was in charge of taking care of the son of the Immortal Venerable.

Soon, the guarding monk saw that where Feng Duan was going, there stood a young monk wearing a martial arts uniform.

This young monk has a gentle appearance, he is Er Yue, a young disciple newly recruited by Immortal Venerable Feng Zhaoming.

"So it's Junior Brother Er Yue."

Seeing that the visitor was not hostile, the divine sense greeted him like this.

"Master... hello, brother," Er Yue cupped her hands, and said softly, "I'm low in cultivation, and I'm here to practice at Houfeng. I'm really ashamed to disturb my brother."

"How could it be?" Seeing that Er Yue was being polite, the divine sense hurriedly said: "The back peak is clean, and whenever someone comes, it will attract Lord Feng Duan's attention. Lord Feng Duan is young, so naturally we should be more careful. But since it is Er Yue Junior Brother Yue, then there is nothing to guard against. Please do what you want."

"Thank you, brother!"

After saying that, after the two of them exchanged polite words, Er Yue said goodbye, and her consciousness gradually faded away.

The smile on Er Yue's face disappeared, and her expression gradually became indifferent.

As if he didn't pay attention to the little leopard at his feet, he turned around and left.

The little leopard happily followed Er Yue's feet. Seeing Er Yue walking faster and faster, it had to trot.

It had no choice but to try to bite the back of Er Yue's skirt with its teeth, so that the people in front could wait for it.

"Oh shit."

Little Leopard had an anxious expression on his face, seeing that Er Yue didn't wait for him at all, so he blurted out one of the only sentences he knew, trying to make that person slow down.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this sentence, Er Yue not only did not look back, but walked even faster.