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

far away.

Changsheng Xiandian.

Immortal Lord Chang Sheng looked angry, walked into the fairy hall, waved his long sleeves, and the doors behind him slammed shut.

A fairy boy tremblingly said: "Immortal Master Changsheng, Gongyang noble family master Gongyang Tingfeng, please see me."

"Tell him to get out!"

"Yes Yes!"

The fairy boy kept crawling and rolling, the city of this immortal lord was quite deep, and the weather was uncertain.

However, what is certain is that as long as he returns from Zuowangfeng, he must be in an extremely bad mood.

Everyone agreed tacitly that they must not provoke the Immortal Lord Changsheng at this time, otherwise they would definitely be unable to eat.

Although Xiantong persuaded Patriarch Gongyang not to provoke Immortal Lord Changsheng at this time, Patriarch Gongyang didn't care about it, so let him block the wrath of Immortal Master.

The owner of the Gongyang family, Gongyang Tingfeng, is young and quite capable in doing things. Recently, he is eagerly contacting Immortal Master Changsheng, hoping to marry this lord and improve his status as a nobleman.

"Immortal Lord Changsheng, have you considered it? No matter which girl from the Gongyang family, you can choose whatever you want."

Immortal Lord Chang Sheng is extremely tall, sitting on the Yaotai, it seems even more oppressive.

He supported his cheek with his right hand, with an impatient expression:

"After the selection, the deity wants the ram and concubine girl."

"Gongyang's concubine?" The head of the Gongyang family asked doubtfully, "There is no such person in the Gongyang family!"

"It means that there is no woman in your Gongyang family who is worthy of this deity, go down!"

"This this……"

Gongyang Tingfeng was sweating, but he was not an ordinary person after all, he said immediately: "Then is there a man from Gongyang's family who is worthy of you?"

Immortal Lord Changsheng stood up and kicked up: "Get out! Get out!"

Gong Yang Tingfeng hurriedly turned to leave.

"Hold on."

The Ram stopped immediately after hearing the wind.

Immortal Lord Chang Sheng kept walking around, looking restless.

"...You pass on the order, this deity will hold a marriage ceremony in the near future."

"What? You... dare to ask you, who is the object of the wedding ceremony...?"

"Clumsy Immortal Monarch."

"...!"

Gong Yang Tingfeng froze in place, his face full of bewilderment.

Immortal Lord Chang Sheng overturned the table:

"If it weren't for this, this villain would have been imprisoned for 3000 years, not less than a day! Do you think this deity thinks about it? Do you want this deity to handle all the messy things at Xianghe Peak and Gongde Peak in person?"

Gongyang Tingfeng nodded repeatedly, but thought in his heart, without Immortal Diaozhuo, there will naturally be other disciples to fill in, and no matter what, he dare not bother you, old man.

But Patriarch Gongyang is determined not to say these words, so he said:

"But...but Immortal Monarch Diaozhuo...is his status a little...not worthy of you?"

"Feng Xianjun can marry that Sword Beast clansman, the matter of this deity, hmph... this deity will have to see, who dares to say a word."

"Yes Yes."

Good news came from Changsheng Xiandian.

In the afternoon of the same day, Immortal Lord Changsheng practiced in closed doors.

It is said that he once sealed a relationship by himself back then, and Immortal Diaozhuo tried to break it, but failed.

Today, Immortal Master Changsheng personally did it as a gift before the two got married.

The extra episode is over.

Extra episode [-]:

"Have you heard! The little leopard from Zhaoming Xianzun's family didn't come out to harm the Quartet today! What a great news!"

"What what? There is such a good thing, what happened?"

"Is such that……"

This matter starts from a previous rumor.

Everyone knows that after Immortal Venerable Feng Zhaoming accepted Qianqing as his apprentice, he only concentrated on cultivating this one disciple, and did not accept any more disciples.

Until Er Yue appeared.

This disciple has a docile personality, his veins are open to the throat, his aptitude is not that amazing, and he has no other outstanding points.

But for some reason, he fell into the eyes of the Immortal Venerable and was accepted as a beginner disciple, but within a few days, he was promoted to a core disciple, with a status comparable to that of an Immortal Monarch.

This kind of improvement speed is really rare, unmatched in thousands of years.

What is even more astonishing is that Zhaoming Xianzun actually gave Er Yue the fairy sword Bairen and taught him to use it.

Therefore, some people speculate that Er Yue has some special relationship with Feng Zhaoming Immortal Venerable.

After all, the surname "er" is too strange, and it doesn't look like a Zhengwuzhou person at first glance.

It was also said that Zhaoming Xianzun's only son especially liked to cling to Er Yue, and often followed him and called "Mom".

Could it be that he was actually the Patriotic Sect Master back then?

This rumor became more and more true, but after all, I dare not openly question it.

Because Er Yue's personality is quite different from that of the Patriarch Bairen back then, and he doesn't have a ten thousandth of that person's vicious and vicious demeanor.

While many people were still silently doubting, Er Yue stepped forward.

Holding the sword in his right hand, he looked at the crowd silently without saying a word.

Then the fairy sword cut across his neck.

Everyone was stunned, and after realizing it, they rushed forward and snatched the long sword from Er Yue.

"What are you doing?!"

"Let go!" Er Yue said: "Master, how can you allow others to humiliate you? How can I be that sinful cultivator who has committed many evils? Today Er Yue can only prove Master's innocence with death!"

"No, no, stop it."

"We know, stop now!"

The pulse point is the Achilles' heel of a monk, and it would be very uncomfortable to be touched by others, let alone confrontation with swords.

All the monks rushed to snatch the fairy sword from Er Yue's hand, for fear that if they really forced this junior brother to death, the crime would be serious.

Only the jingling of bells could be heard, and the fairy sword fell to the ground.

Er Yue knelt down on the ground, covering her face and crying.

All the immortal cultivators felt very uncomfortable, they all thought that this junior brother was so weak, it was really wrong to force him like this.

Er Yue cried for a while, then suddenly trembled all over and passed out.

"All the senior brothers hurriedly sent Junior Brother Er Yue back to Zhaoming Immortal Palace, and the little leopard from Zhaoming Immortal Venerable's house also rushed back, so I didn't go down the mountain all day today."

"How is Junior Brother Er Yue?"

"I heard that I was scratched by the sword energy and hurt my pulse point, so I passed out."

"Hey, it's better not to believe in these unfounded rumors. We disciples of the Immortal Family should concentrate on cultivation and ignore trivial matters."

"That's right. Wait until Junior Brother Er Yue is better, and ask someone to pay for it."

At the same time, in Zhaoming Immortal Palace.

Feng Duan curled up at the head of the bed, eyes wide open, as if about to cry, lying beside Er Yue.

"Ow..."

The weak voice kept calling, the little black panther opened its mouth behind its ears, and gently bit Er Yue's ears.

Er Yue's face was pale, her throat was tied with a bandage, and blood stains could be vaguely seen.

"Immortal Zhaoming, I'm sorry..."

The disciple who sent Er Yue whispered about the cause and effect in a low voice, lowered his head, and waited for Zhaoming Xianzun to reprimand him.

Hearing this, the immortal was silent for a while, and said:

"Deduct one month's offering, and perform hard labor for three days. Go and receive the punishment yourself."

"Yes."

The disciples present knew that the punishment was not strong enough, so they stepped back in response.

After these disciples left, Zhaoming Immortal Palace returned to its former tranquility.

Er Yue's eyelashes fluttered and opened slowly.

He sighed, hugged the little leopard with his ear in his arms, raised his sleeve and wiped Feng Duan's mouth.

The little leopard buried its head in Er Yue's arms, whimpering from its throat.

"Master, this disciple has caused you trouble again..."

Er Yue spoke softly, her face was pale, she looked soft and well-behaved.

Feng Zhaoming sat by the bed, paused, and said:

"There is no one else here."

"..."

Er Yue hesitated for a moment, then continued: "Disciple..."

"Er Yue." Feng Zhaoming's voice was calm: "You don't have to be like this."

After hearing this sentence, Er Yue, who had lowered her head, suddenly laughed.

When he raised his head again, the original plain appearance completely changed, and became the Sect Master Bairen who had a cold temperament, sharp eyebrows and eyes, and was as beautiful as stars.

It's just that his eyes are bright, and his vision has been restored.

Er Yue leaned back, holding Xiao Bao's hind leg with her right hand, preventing him from climbing up - Feng Duan wanted to bite his ear.

"...When did you find out?"

Feng Zhaoming hugged Feng Duan into his arms silently, and then said: "I saw you for the first time."

"Yeah, I should have thought of it too. Hehe, 'Today is like the day before, and the year after parting is like the year after tomorrow'...I can't hide it from others, after all, I can't hide it from you, Xian'er."

Speaking of the word 'Xian'er', Er Yue's body trembled slightly, and even her voice trembled.

Feng Zhaoming's heart moved, he raised his hand and grabbed Er Yue's wrist, pulled this person to his side, and embraced the whole person in his arms.

18 years.

Smelling the cold bamboo fragrance from the body of her beloved again, Er Yue's body became stiff and she couldn't say a word.

The cut on his throat was bleeding again because of the tense muscles.

"Why are you so..."

Looking at the wound on Er Yue's throat, Feng Zhaoming sighed softly.

"Isn't that good? I always persecuted you and troubled you before, which is not my wish. After meditation, I want to be gentler and more obedient to you."

Er Yue's body gradually regained its softness. He leaned on Feng Zhaoming's shoulder and said softly, "I'm worried that someone will point fingers at you, saying that you are in collusion with Bairen and protecting criminals..."

"What happened back then has long been cleared up. You are you, and you are just you. Even if someone finds out, I don't care what other people think."

"As long as you know it, there is nothing wrong with being your disciple, at least I can be by your side every day..."

Er Yue raised her head and looked at Feng Zhaoming.

The two looked at each other, paused, Feng Zhaoming lifted Er Yue's chin, and kissed her lightly.

Er Yue asked vaguely:

"Xian'er... Do you miss me all these years?"

You don't need to answer this question, you know the answer.

Over the past 18 years, he has practiced closed-eye meditation day and night, because the Immortal Zhaoming misses this person all the time.

The majestic immortal, with plain cloth hanging on his face forever, needs to grope his way, causing many jokes.

but……

He wanted to personally experience the pain and inconvenience of this man's blindness.

I want to make up for the sins I committed back then and practice hard day and night.

All this needs no words to answer.

Feng Zhaoming gently kissed away the wet tears on Er Yue's face, and heard him say in a trembling voice, "Xian'er...I miss you too..."

The feeling of pity and love makes people eager to get close.

Feng Zhaoming supported the back of Er Yue's neck with his hands, leaned forward, and was about to press him on the bed.

Feng Zhaoming suddenly felt a pain in his right ear, and heard an amplified "嗤嗤".

It turned out that it was caught by Feng Duan, and the hot and humid liquid was the saliva that flowed down.

Er Yue noticed that Feng Zhaoming's body was leaving, her eyes became angry, and she raised her hand to grab her son's back of the neck.

The back of the little leopard's neck was slack, and when it was pulled, it immediately let go, and was thrown out of the door, and sent to Xiantong Qingfeng.

Feng Duan became fussy, struggling in Qingfeng's embrace.

Qing Fengshang was in a daze and didn't know what happened, so he listened to Er Yue:

"Take him down and don't let me see him."

But in the next moment, the little leopard in his arms was brought back by Immortal Zhaoming with the technique of teleportation.

Holding his son in his arms, Feng Zhaoming said seriously: "This is not good. Duan'er will bite people's ears when he is afraid, let him stay here for a while."

"..."

Er Yue snorted, nodded and said: "Okay, your son interrupted my good business, Xian'er, how will you compensate me?"

Feng Zhaoming smiled invisibly.

Two glasses of sake appeared in front of me out of thin air.

The wine is mellow and fragrant, and there is a piece of Jingxin Arrow Bamboo leaf in it, which rises and falls up and down, causing ripples in the wine.

"I will hold a wedding ceremony with you next month."

"Xian'er... are you serious?"

"Ah."

Outside the hall, when the weather is cold, frost and snow will fall.

It is:

It’s the same month before the window,

Only bamboo leaves are different.