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

Qianqing, who was falling rapidly, thought of this question for the millionth time.

The unspeakable reluctance and sadness in his heart reminded him that no matter what, he couldn't give up looking for that person.

At this moment, a huge wind suddenly blows behind Qianqing, the wind is so strong that the ink on Qianqing's back dances wildly, backwards to the front.

The clothes on the back are tightly attached to the skin, but the front of the chest is inflated.

Qian Qing looked back in astonishment, in mid-air, he saw a huge silver fish tail swinging, shining brightly.In the air, there is a damp smell, and there is no fishy smell.

The silver-tailed fish twisted like a swimming fish, and quickly left Qianqing's sight.

Qian Qing hurriedly turned her head, and as soon as she raised her head, her whole body shook.

It turned out that in front of him, there was a huge dragon head.

The dragon's pupils are crimson, as big as a water tank, and the dragon's whiskers are as thick as Qianqing's legs.

The dragon scales are sharp and closely arranged on the skin, which is unspeakably gorgeous.

Its body has front and rear limbs, all of which are extremely thick.The dragon's claws are sharp and powerful.

Qianqing's breathing stopped suddenly, her arms stretched forward quickly, wrapped around her face, and she took a defensive posture.

The huge silver dragon was looking at Qian Qing with its head tilted, but suddenly he raised his hands, the dragon blinked fiercely, and sprayed water from its nose.

Then, an ear-splitting dragon cry came from its throat.

The sound shook Qianqing's lungs with severe pain, and he almost vomited. He wanted to back up, but found that there was no ground here.

Inexplicably, this shocking dragon chant was familiar to him.

However, this familiarity can't reduce Qianqing's sense of crisis at the time of life and death.

The pupils of the silver dragon's eyes contracted like vertical needles, and the animal behavior frantically exploded.It opened its mouth wide, revealing its scarlet tongue.The saliva dripped and fell down.

Then the long tail swung, with alert eyes, and fiercely attacked Qianqing.

He actually wanted to take his life!

Qianqing roared loudly, trying to retreat, but there was no way for him to escape...

... what did I forget?

If you can't find that person, if you can't find that person.

Well, I will definitely regret it.

"Ahhh!"

The veins in Qianqing's neck bulged, and the arms in front of him were suddenly lowered. He raised his head brazenly, and the roar seemed to come from the depths of his chest, and it was so loud.

"—I want to live."

"I must, live!"

At this moment, two silver chains suddenly appeared.

The silver chain looks simple and quiet, but there is a majestic spiritual power all over it, which makes people dare not look directly at it.

These two silver chains were crossed and wrapped around the dragon.

The silver dragon wagged its tail and retreated, but the silver chain was already tightly attached to the dragon scales.

The giant dragon roared, its limbs struggled angrily, and scratched at the silver chain on its body.

The silver chain trembled and clanked, it was tightly wound and did not loosen.

...I want to live and find that person.

Optimus Pillar, nine tunes and eight passes.

There was a female cultivator in white, standing in the white mist, looking around, as if she was waiting for someone.

She waited for a long time, Jiuqu Baguan was as quiet as usual, and no one came.The nun was a little disappointed, but she still stood there, motionless.

Almost at the same time as the female cultivator sighed, a clear male voice suddenly appeared behind her.

The man frightened people, and when he was silent, he opened his mouth suddenly and said:

"I don't know why Master called this deity to come here this time?"

The female cultivator in white immediately turned her head, and saw the visitor wearing a silver-white robe, with a hexagonal snowflake-shaped token hanging from her waist, the corners of her mouth were raised, and her eyes were cynical.

The female cultivator looked at him for a while, and said, "I don't dare to be a 'Master'. Xuanying Xianzun, you are so grateful for your old feelings, you can come here. I have something to ask for your help..."

"Wait a minute," the monk in the silver-white robe was unexpectedly Xuanying Xianzun, one of the four Xianzun of Zhengyang Xianzong. Save the life of this deity, and teach this deity the skills of practice, this deity is grateful for your help, and calls you master. Since you dare not be, then this deity is not polite, and only calls you a kind and benevolent Sanren."

"..."

The female cultivator in white robe frowned and forbearance.She already understood Xuanying Xianzun's personality of turning his face and denying others.But he was impatient to help with anything he wasn't interested in.

Sure enough, he continued:

"The relationship between you and this deity as a teacher and apprentice has been broken many years ago when this deity became one of the four masters of Zhengyang Xianzong. This deity has no obligation to do things for you. If there is nothing else to say, this deity will go ahead and don't send it away."

If it is said that Xuanying Immortal Venerable was a disciple of Shanci Sanren before, he was a teacher for a day and a teacher for the rest of his life, it is really disrespectful for him to speak to his master in such a tone.

However, the female cultivator in white robe seemed to be used to it and didn't take it seriously.

Only when Xuanying Xianzun turned around, said:

"Xuanying Xianzun, I don't know the cold dragon lying on the snow body, are you interested?"

"What?" Xuanying Xianzun shrank his pupils and turned his head.

Looking at the face of the white-robed female cultivator, the corners of Xianzun Xuanying's mouth curled up, almost touching her ears.

Xuanying Immortal Venerable asked: "Sanci Sanren, aren't you deceiving this deity? If you disappoint this deity, this deity will make you regret..."

The female cultivator in white robe shook her head and said, "A few days ago, I rescued a child named Lin Zichu. He is the only monk in Zhengwuzhou who has the body of a cold dragon lying in snow. I'm afraid you have heard of it. I and him We are very destined, and he is like a master and apprentice. At this moment, the spiritual power in Lin Zichu's body is rampant, and his pulse points are moving up, which is difficult to control. I need your help."

Xuanying Xianzun paused, and asked: "What are the benefits?"

"The advantage is that I allow you to teach him the art of cultivating immortals," the female cultivator in white said solemnly, "but there are three chapters of the agreement. First, you must save Lin Zichu's life. Second, you are not allowed to do any harm to him. Three, don't lead him into Zhengyang Immortal Sect to become your disciple."

Immortal Venerable Xuanying was furious, his robe bulged without any wind, shook violently, and made a hunting sound, saying:

"Old thief, how dare you play with me!"

The female cultivator took a step back and said, "How dare I play tricks on the Immortal Venerable. It's just that Lin Zichu is on the verge of death. If you hadn't acted, he would be wiped out within ten days. Immortal Venerable Xuanying, you are the dying monk with the cold dragon crouching in the snow." I see, aren't you interested?"

Xuanying Xianzun sneered, but deep in his heart he already had plans.

Of course he was interested.

Rescue that kid first, Xuanying can naturally do as he pleases for the next thing, can it be decided by others?

……

Cultivation has no time.

In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

For mortals, ten years is a long time.But for monks, it was just a flick of a finger.

In ten years, it is still too late to train a new generation of disciples to take over from the old and high-ranking monks.

For example, Zhengyang Xianzong.

It has been 25 years since the death of Immortal Lord Dongkun. Even today, Xia Zun is one, and there is still no one to replace him.

However, Feng Zhaoming, the head of the fairy king, has both ability and political integrity, and an upright character.If there is no accident, within a hundred years, Xia Zun's position will definitely be his.

Speaking of Xianjun Feng Zhaoming, I have to mention that he sat down as a disciple and looked at me Qianqing.

This Wangwo Qianqing is the only son of the Immortal Lord Dongkun and the only seedling of Wangwo clan.He is respected and tall, but at the age of 25, he has already reached the peak of foundation establishment, and soon he will attack the alchemy.

He has the talent of controlling beasts. At the age of 15, he subdued the Queyan Erhe, and there was a Fulong fairy beast on his forehead, waiting for him to tame.He is really the proud son of heaven, with a bright future.

However, because Wang Qianqing is still young, he needs someone to guide his practice, so he seldom looks back at my family's house. Disciple, let's practice Tongtian Immortal Art together.

On this day, Xuanying Immortal Venerable was giving a lecture and a Dharma meeting. Nearly [-] core disciples of Zhengyang Immortal Sect gathered near the meeting place before dawn, sat cross-legged on the grass, and waited for the Immortal Venerable to drive him.

When it was not too early, there were three young women in apricot yellow robes flying towards the venue with Yujian.

Someone said:

"These three girls are beautiful and heroic. Could it be the 'Three Sisters of Zhengyang'?"

"Yes, standing in the center, the tall one is the daughter of Pu Zhizhang, named Pu Qingluo. She is very talented, and her father is also ranked among the immortals. First, she has a straightforward personality, even though she is a woman, she is better than a man, and she was always the head of the core disciples before."

"However, after the son of the Immortal Master Dongkun returned to the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, the leader of the core disciples became the Little Immortal Master as it should be."

"Isn't it? Although Pu Qingluo's talent and family background are outstanding, they are still not enough to compare with the little fairy master."

The man said, sighed happily, and shook his head.

The tall female cultivator in an apricot-yellow robe suddenly looked this way, her eyebrows were as thin as willow leaves, and her eyes were piercing, staring at the talkative disciple.

Those two disciples knew that Pu Qingluo couldn't hear the content of their sound transmission, but when she saw them, they still lowered their heads, looking embarrassed.

Pu Qingluo snorted and ignored her.

Zhengyang Xianzong has four immortals in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

A disciple of Chunzun, dressed in a green robe.It is bright red in summer, apricot yellow in autumn, and silvery in winter.

The four seasons are distinct, and so are the four disciples.

This Pu Qingluo, dressed in an apricot-yellow robe, is the seat of Immortal Baizang.

She jumped off the sword and walked straight towards Qiu Zun's disciples.

After walking a few steps, she seemed to have discovered something, Pu Qingluo stopped and looked back.

Then I saw a monk with thick eyebrows sitting upright with his eyes closed.There is a star-burdened sword on his right, with awe-inspiring righteousness and an awe-inspiring appearance.

Seeing this monk, Pu Qingluo frowned, as if seeing something dirty, and said:

"Mumen Qi, why are you here?"

Mu Men Qi heard Pu Qingluo's words, opened his eyes and said: "Master called me, I want to come."

"My father was kind. He took pity on you back then and accepted you as a disciple. Since today is the meeting between Xuanying Xianzun and the Quanzong, of course I am sorry not to call you. However," Pu Qingluo said angrily, "If I were you, I would definitely not Come here with face. You kid, you have a bad brain, you push things around, and you don’t know how to adapt. Wu Tai, under the seat of Immortal Xuanying, has been expelled from the sect because of the disadvantage in finding the little fairy master. The little fairy master you killed almost died. How can you be thick-skinned..."

Hearing this, Mumen Qi's face twisted, revealing a remorseful expression.

The more Pu Qingluo spoke, the angrier she became, she raised her right hand and pushed it towards the wooden door seven's shoulder.

At this moment, a pair of thin and long palms suddenly stretched out from behind Pu Qingluo, and with a 'da' sound, they firmly grasped her wrist.

Pu Qingluo was stunned, angrily not knowing who would dare to block her actions.

When she turned her head abruptly, she saw a young man in a fiery red robe, with delicate features, a round silver dot on his forehead, covered with two crossed silver chains.

The young man looks like he is only 20 years old, but his spiritual power is grand and vast, and he already has the spirit of a master.

However, when the master spoke, he was completely different.

"Mu Men Qi and you are my grandfather's disciples, so why embarrass him on such occasions." Qian Qing let go of the woman's wrist, and said, "Besides, what does my business have to do with you? Pu Qingluo, you are too lenient stop."

Pu Qingluo was reprimanded by Qianqing in public, her face flushed red, and she said, "You..."

As soon as she raised her hand to point at Qian Qing, Qian Qing waved her sleeves, turned around and walked towards the place where Xia Zun's disciples gathered.

Wherever they went, all the core disciple monks got up and greeted.Qian Qing returned the salute with a smile, deep in her heart, she was really tired of such cumbersome etiquette.