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

If it was someone else, I'm afraid they would be more or less polite, but Feng Zhaoming's character is taciturn. After looking at Sect Master Bairen, he didn't say a word, and walked towards Boyue Sect side by side with Sect Master Bairen.

Although the spiritual power here is not as rich as the peak of Optimus Pillar, it is still abundant.

In the sect, there are immortal plants that often bloom, and bamboo that does not fall.

There are many disciples who come and go on patrol, but they are silent, each of them has a solemn expression, and they never laugh or fight.

Sect Master Bairen said: "I heard that Xianjun just went to Liaojizhou on the East Island a few days ago. What, how is the scenery there?"

Feng Zhaoming shook his head.

Although Sect Master Bairen couldn't see, his divine sense was strong, so he could naturally capture every move of Xianjun.

He smiled and said, "If I hadn't known about Xianjun's temperament, I'm afraid you would have thought that you ran so far just to avoid me, ha ha."

"..."

Seeing that Feng Zhaoming was silent, Patriarch Bairen thought for a moment and said again:

"Yesterday, I hope that my family and Zhengyang Immortal Sect announced to the world that the only son of the Immortal Lord Dongkun has been found. The burden of finding the little Immortal Lord has finally been lifted from your shoulders. It is such a blessing that you can relax for a few days... Why is the Immortal Lord not here? My Puyue Sect takes a short break, let me fulfill my friendship as the suzerain?"

"No need." Feng Zhaoming said: "I'm visiting this time because I want to ask the suzerain for advice."

Sect Master Bai Ren knew that he was not here to visit him specially, and must have a different purpose, but hearing him say it so bluntly, he felt angry.

His expression suddenly became indifferent, and his face changed extremely quickly.Then he waved his sleeves, stepped forward first, and asked in a cold voice: "The Immortal Monarch knows the past and the present, what can I teach you?"

Feng Zhaoming said: "There is a move in the four moves of the Sovereign Time, which is called 'Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other'. I wonder if the shattered pieces of Time can be restored after this move?"

"What," Sect Master Bairen was taken aback, and a smile quickly appeared on his tense face: "How can the four forms of time of this deity reach the ears of the immortal?"

"..."

At this time, under the attention of many disciples, the two had already arrived at Sect Master Bairen's bedroom.

As soon as Feng Zhaoming entered, Sect Master Bai Ren closed the door.

After sitting down, he wanted to be more polite, but he asked softly, "Do you want some tea, Xianjun?"

However, Feng Zhaoming didn't say a word.

Sect Master Bai Ren hummed, and said: "Since Xianjun is so impatient with me, then I can just say it straight. All things are born and restrained. Since there are four styles of time and light, there must be ways to restrain them. Among them,' Even if you don't know each other' is the most special, if you want to restore the shattered fragments of time, you must refine it with the blood in the body of the deity."

Feng Zhaoming raised his eyes and looked sharply at Sect Master Bairen.

"It's useless for the immortal to look at me," the man sneered, and said, "There is nothing wrong with what I said. The monk's blood is so precious, I think the immortal knows it himself. I will not give blood to others easily, even if It's Xianjun, you—"

Saying that, Sect Master Bairen lightly touched the back of Feng Zhaoming's hand with his fingers, and said in a long voice:

"Neither."

Feng Zhaoming was silent for a while, then asked:

"How can the suzerain be willing to help?"

Sect Master Bairen sneered: "No matter what, I won't."

"..."

"It's a pity. The immortal king has great powers, and he knows how to crack the first method of the 'Four Forms of Time', but he can't do anything." Sect Master Bai Ren approached Feng Zhaoming with a smile, and said: "If I guessed correctly, I won. Those who don't know' this trick should be the little fairy master Zhengyang Xianzong just found. You tried everything to please him, but there is nothing you can do. Feng Xianjun, how does it feel?"

Before hearing Feng Zhaoming's answer, he heard a buzzing sound, and the dense and majestic spiritual pressure suddenly scattered, as sharp as a knife, cutting a landscape painting hanging indoors by Sect Master Bairen into two sections.

The vases and china placed by the window were not spared either, as they fell and shattered.

Except for the teacup held by Sect Master Bairen, the rest of the teacups fell on the table one after another, splashing dark tea and winding down to the ground.

Sect Master Bairen's face turned cold, and he put down the teacup in his hand. He was about to speak, but the next moment, he felt a cold touch on his wrist.

He looked down, and saw Feng Zhaoming's spiritual power condensed into shape, like a small dagger, stabbing at Sect Master Bairen.

"I am sincere in your request," Feng Zhaoming said firmly, with a calm expression, "This matter is by no means 'powerless'."

Sect Master Bai Ren sneered: "Why, is Feng Xianjun planning to use force?"

"Don't dare. I just ask Sect Master Bairen to think carefully."

"Then move this kid's toy away!" Sect Master Bairen stepped forward with his right hand and grabbed it hard, the dagger trembled up and down, and with a 'click', it split in two.He sternly said: "Zhengyang Immortal Sect is so powerful, do you dare to act wildly on Boyue Sect's head with only the Immortal Monarch?"

Feng Zhaoming's eyes were calm, and he repeated in a deep voice: "Sect Master, please think about it."

"Don't think about it!"

The surroundings suddenly became silent, and the silence was terrifying.

The atmosphere was tense, and two top monks in the transformation stage sat facing each other.The vast spiritual power collided with each other, making a piercing sound like the intersection of swords.

But soon, Patriarch Bairen withdrew part of the spiritual pressure.

Feng Zhaoming did the same, the two backed away steadily, and it took a while to restore the cleanliness of the room.

The disciples standing outside the palace of Sect Master Bairen could feel the astonishing spiritual pressure here from a long distance away. Now they were calm again, each of them wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads and breathed a sigh of relief.

Sect Master Bairen was expressionless, picked up the tea cup with his right hand, paused for a while, and said, "I thought about it carefully just now. Feng Xianjun is a guest from afar, and it is not impossible for you to ask for my blood."

Feng Zhaoming looked at him quietly, didn't open his mouth to question his way of hospitality, and ignored his diametrically opposite attitudes.

"Since you want my blood, then I also want something from you. If the fairy agrees, this is the deal. Then you can go back and please your little fairy."

Feng Zhaoming ignored the thorns in Sect Master Bairen's words, nodded slightly, and said, "Sect Master, it's okay to say."

Sect Master Bairen smiled slightly, and said: "I heard that Feng Xianjun has a single-fire physique, and he is now 970 years old, and Yuanyang has not been released for nearly a thousand years. Is this true?"

Feng Zhaoming looked at the other party with sharp eyes.

Sect Master Bai Ren didn't realize it.

Feng Zhaoming paused, then said softly, "Yes."

"Oh?" Sect Master Bairen said: "The Fairy Longyu was so devoted to each other back then, but she couldn't get the favor of the fairy?"

Feng Zhaoming continued: "Yes."

After hearing this, Sect Master Bai Ren seemed to be happier than anything else. He smiled at the corner of his lips, and stared fixedly at Feng Zhaoming with his dull eyes. After a while, he heard him say:

"...Since this is the case, I want Xianjun to not vent Yuanyang. If you accompany me once, I will teach you how to restore the fragments of time that were shattered by 'even if we meet each other', so that you can please the little fairy master, Dongkun If the Immortal Lord knows about it underground, he will be filled with joy, how about it?"

With a solemn expression, Feng Zhaoming looked at Sect Master Bairen for a long time.

Ordinary people are looked at by him like this, and those who have poor concentration may feel chills.

However, Sect Master Bairen is not very human, even when Feng Zhaoming looked at him like this, his expression was calm.

He even stood up, ignoring Feng Zhaoming's sharp eyes, and wrapped his arms around Xianjun's neck.

Then straddle his lap.

Immortal Feng Zhaoming, who is admired by thousands of people and dare not be insulted, is sitting like a green pine with his back straight.

However, Sect Master Bairen didn't care about this person's celestial posture at all, and even bent down and kissed him lightly on the corner of his lips.

Urging to ask: "How?"

Feng Zhaoming remained motionless, but his eyelids drooped, as if he was thinking, revealing his thick black eyelashes.

Sect Master Bai Ren counted his eyelashes one by one, and urged him patiently and tirelessly: "How?"

"..."

"You don't have to worry, I have a special physique, a single wood physique, and intercourse with the immortal will be beneficial." He said with a smile: "If it weren't for this, Immortal Baizang would not have chosen me to be your sword boy back then, haha. "

Hearing this, Feng Zhaoming suddenly stood up and pushed the person on his lap aside.

Sect Master Bairen was caught off guard and took a few steps back.He froze for a moment, then said angrily: "Feng Zhaoming, don't you want the little fairy master to recover his memory?"

Facing Sect Master Bai Ren, Feng Zhaoming suddenly said: "Sect Master Bai Ren, if you use it to do evil in the future, I will not take into account the friendship of the same family, I will definitely finish it with my own hands, just do it yourself."

After finishing speaking, Feng Zhaoming shook the hem of his clothes, pushed the door and went out.

Sect Master Bai Ren gave a cold snort, and looked at Feng Zhaoming's retreating back with a fierce expression.

But after a while, a smile appeared in his dull eyes, and Sect Master Bairen raised the remaining teacup, raised his hand, and drank the sweet tea in it in one gulp.