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

"Are you Lin Zichu?" Seeing his strange expression, Qianqing waved her hand and said, "There is no need to kneel down or salute. I have something to ask you, come here."

Lin Zichu was startled suddenly, and opened his mouth to speak, but he was so emotional that he choked up so much that he couldn't speak.

But he walked over quickly, and when he got close to Qian Qing, he raised his right hand, as if he wanted to grab his wrist.

"Just stand there, keep away from it, and don't touch it." Qian Qing pointed to the charred black stone on the wooden table after a warning, and asked, "Do you know what it is?"

Lin Zichu looked down and fell silent.

"..."

"Probably who gave this gang Mao to me," Qian Qing said, "I don't know if the owner of the young village knows who this Gang Mao belongs to?"

Although the words were polite, there was an inexplicable hint of sarcasm, without any intimacy or respect.

Seeing that Lin Zichu didn't say a word, Qianqing glanced down and asked urgently, "What's the matter, Young Master?"

Lin Zichu looked at Qianqing in disbelief, his eyes were surprised, but his pupils seemed to be on fire, and there was infinite hope in despair. He looked up at Qianqing, his eyes were calm and moist, with all kinds of contradictory emotions , are intricately intertwined.

That look puzzled Qian Qing, and he asked, "Lin Zichu?"

Lin Zichu's body trembled, he lowered his head to cover up, then cleared his throat, and said in a hoarse voice, "...don't dare."

"Don't dare, dare not." Hearing his incomprehensible answer, Qian Qing frowned, paused, and said sarcastically, "Young Villa Master is very famous. When others mentioned you, they all made a sensation and praised you for your celestial appearance." , Jun felt that it was his own fault to boast less. You have the body of a cold dragon crouching in snow, so amazing, why can't you even understand human words?"

Qianqing stood up, took a few steps and stood in front of Lin Zichu, from his eyes to his chin, then to his eyes, looked at each other and said:

"I just want to ask you, do you know who this Gangmao belongs to?"

...Why, why doesn't he remember?

Lin Zichu clenched his fists tightly, his nails embedded in his palms.

Not long ago——Qianqing stood in front of Lin Zichu, who was a little shorter than Lin Zichu.

But now, when the same young man looked at him, Lin Zichu even had to raise his eyes slightly to meet his gaze.

Has he grown so much taller?

Or his own back, too sad to stand upright?

Lin Zichu took a deep look at Qian Qing, then lowered his head, cupped his hands and said, "...I don't know."

Qian Qing snorted and said, "Since I don't know, forget it. Let me ask you again, why didn't you take Shouxi with you, but took me to the Optimus Pillar?"

Lin Zichu took a deep breath, didn't look into Qianqing's eyes, thought for a while, and said as calmly as possible: "It's because, before my little father-in-law... occasionally suffered from a headache, and the symptoms are really... really unbearable."

Hearing this, Qian Qing's expression softened a little, and said: "Everyone in Linjiazhuang has a chivalrous heart, so I would like to thank you very much."

"Young master, you are welcome," Lin Zichu said in a deep voice, "I... I am..."

He wanted to say some polite words, but Lin Zichu's mouth was so bitter that he could hardly open his mouth, he clenched his teeth, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he even said 'Next' twice, but he didn't say anything.

But Qianqing didn't care too much about what Lin Zichu said, he gave an 'hmm', turned around and walked back to the wooden desk, gently pinching the scorched sapphire stone in his hand with his fingers.

Qianqing then asked Lin Zichu:

"I'm in Linjiazhuang, is there anyone I have a better relationship with?"

Lin Zichu said slowly: "Why did the young man ask about this matter?"

Qianqing hesitated for a while, then said with a slightly confused expression: "I seem to have forgotten something. I forgot everything, but I still remember... I love someone very much."

Lin Zichu was shocked all over, suddenly raised his head, and looked at Qianqing.

Qianqing turned her back to Lin Zichu, resting her chin on the stone in her hand, as if in deep thought.

Lin Zichu's eyes were bright, he stared at Qian Qing's back, and asked in a hoarse voice: "It's true that the young master forgot about things because he was injured?"

Qian Qing said unhappily: "I was the one asking you the question, why did you come to ask me instead?"

Lin Zichu closed his eyes, opened them again, and said word by word: "I don't know."

"Then do I have someone I like?"

"...I don't know."

Qian Qing didn't seem to expect him to say anything, she nodded and said, "Then you go down. Thank you Linjiazhuang for your passport, and people who visit my house will come to give gifts in a few days."

At that moment, Lin Zichu had an impulse, an impulse to hug Qianqing tightly regardless of everything else.

He looked at Qianqing's back, and even took a few steps forward, as if he was about to embrace him in his arms.

However, Shuang Ye raised her hand to block Lin Zichu, and said without emotion: "Lin Zichu, follow me."

Linzi woke up like a dream, he looked down at Shuangye's hand, and then at Qianqing.

At this moment, Qian Qing happened to turn her head around, looking at Lin Zichu's face, he frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Zichu opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

What to say?

The reason why you are seriously injured and on the verge of death is because the situation is critical and you sacrificed yourself to protect me.

But my spiritual power is still soaring, and the pulse point will move up for the first time in a few days. With the improvement of my qualifications, will I not live for a few days?

Qianqing...how could he bear it?

Lin Zichu's eyes were hot, he lowered his head slightly, almost crying, fearing that he would lose control of his emotions, he hastily turned around.

Qianqing frowned, suddenly thought of something, and said to Lin Zichu's back: "Master Young Master, you came to the Pillar of the Sky, but to worship under the sect of the Immortal Sect? If that is the case, why not stay at the Immortal Sect of Zhengyang, I can help you You recommend."

Lin Zichu calmed down and said:

"Thank you for your kindness. It's just that I... have other plans. By the way, I haven't congratulated you for returning to the Zhengyang Immortal Sect. Before... in Jiuqubaguan, there was a monk named Mumen Qi, I don't know if the little prince can remember?"

Qian Qing raised her eyebrows and asked, "What?"

"He blamed himself day and night, and now he is kneeling at the east gate of the Optimus Pillar, hoping to get your forgiveness one day."

Qianqing lowered her head and lightly stroked the stones on the wooden table, said "hmm", thought for a while, and said, "It seems that there is such a thing."

After a few tentative inquiries like this, and listening to Qianqing's words, Lin Zichu had already discovered it.

Qianqing seems to have lost part of his memory, which is only about himself.

For example, the fight and worship between two people in the Weiling Pavilion; for example, the reliance on each other on the Optimus Pillar, and the thrilling love between nine twists and eight passes.

he forgot...

She only remembered Lin Zichu, who was illusory and famous all over the world, and who made Qianqing both envious and disgusted.

...he forgot himself.

It might be a good thing that everything returns to the original point...

Deep in Lin Zichu's heart was a torrential rain, but on the surface he was holding back and remaining calm.

He seemed to have exhausted all his endurance in this life, but before he left, he still couldn't help but look back at Qian Qing again.

"Little Grandpa... Let me take my leave now. I have a little thing, it's not very precious, but I want to give it to you, can I?"

Qian Qing was taken aback by Lin Zichu's first glance.

This person's eyes...why...why are they so...

Being looked at with such eyes, Qianqing couldn't help but nodded.

Lin Zichu bypassed Shuangye, put his right hand into his sleeve, and groped silently.

Shuang Ye looked alert, staring at Lin Zichu closely, lest he harbor evil intentions.So Shuangye stretched her right foot forward, ready to stand in front of Qianqing at all times.

However, after searching for a while, Lin Zichu turned his hand and took out a white peach from his sleeve.

The peach was about the size of a fist, and it was not as attractively pink as ordinary peaches. Instead, it was pure white and exuded a chilly fragrance.

It doesn't look very delicious, and it looks a little poor because of its small size.

Qian Qing took it to thank her, and put it on the wooden case without looking at it again.

Lin Zichu smiled and said: "My lord... I am really happy to see you again... No matter what, this life is not in vain."

"Little Grandpa... Zichu wishes you a life free from calamities and calamities, and a long and worry-free life."

"Goodbye."

Zhengwuzhou, Puyuezong.

Inside the sect, there is a man in a royal blue robe, with his right hand fingers propping up his side face, leaning on the chair, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

With a smile on his lips, he was obviously in a happy mood. He tapped his knee with his left fingertips and hummed a tune in his throat, feeling extremely relaxed.

Count silently in your heart, three, two, one.

At this moment, a low-cultivation disciple ran over in a panic and said, "Report! Report to the suzerain, Feng...Zhengyang Immortal Sect, Feng Zhaoming Xianjun came from the Pillar of Optimus, and asked to see the suzerain!"

Sect Master Bairen suddenly opened his eyes.He saw that his pupils were transparent and he was expressionless, as if he had been blind for a long time.

However, the moment he opened his eyes, the powerful spiritual consciousness belonging to the cultivator of Huashen was unscrupulously and arrogantly shooting in all directions, covering every corner of the sect.

Sect Master Bai Ren suddenly stood up from his chair and said, "Please come in quickly!"

"Yes!"

"...Slow down!"

Because Sect Master Bairen is very strict, the disciple stopped without thinking.

Sect Master Bai Ren pursed his lips, and slowly raised his hand to smooth out the wrinkles that were not on his robe.

After pausing for a while, he said: "You step back... the deity will go in person."

Outside the gate of Puyue Sect, a monk in red and white robes stood.

His appearance is elegant, his eyebrows are vermilion, and his expression is indifferent.

It was Feng Zhaoming, the head of the Immortal Sovereign of Zhengyang Immortal Sect.

"Feng Xianjun," Sect Master Bairen walked out of the sect and took a few steps forward. When his spiritual sense detected this man who could not be ignored, he couldn't help but bend his eyebrows and smile: "Your Majesty's visit to our place will make the Puyue Sect flourish. Hurry up!" please come in."

Saying that, Sect Master Bairen stretched out his hand to hug Feng Zhaoming's waist, silently urging him to move forward.