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

Pearl explained:

"In a few days, the grandest martial arts competition of Zhengyang Xianzong will be held. Senior brother Qianqing is 25 years old and is eligible to participate in the martial arts competition. I heard that since three years ago, Xianjun Feng Zhaoming will personally Train him a little bit, the requirements are very strict."

The Martial Arts Show is the most grand ceremony in Zhengwuzhou. At that time, all the outstanding disciples of the Xianzong and Zongmen, as long as they are 25 years old and under the Yuanying cultivation level, will have the opportunity to participate in the martial arts and have a decisive battle.

Winners can not only get more resources from their own sect, but also receive rewards from Zhengyang Xianzong, the quantity and quality of which are unimaginably huge.

Qian Qing's family is rich, so he doesn't look down on these rewards, Feng Zhaoming trains him strictly, but only pays attention to the benefits of the huge reputation that the martial arts competition can bring to Qian Qing.

A few years ago, Feng Zhaoming was called "Zhengwuzhou No. 1 Combat Power" just because he won the first place in the martial arts competition.

Until now, no one has been able to take off the title on Feng Zhaoming's head.

After Lin Zichu quickly thought about these things in his mind, he pushed away Peier's hand that was supporting him, stood up slowly, and said:

"I'm going to Zhenhui Peak to wait for Qianqing."

"Senior brother, you..."

Pearl sighed.

This senior brother of hers is usually calm and calm in dealing with people and things, even a little alienated, she is not willing to talk to others easily, no matter what happens to her, even if it is a matter of life and death, she can laugh it off.

Only when he encountered something about the little grandpa Qianqing, he changed.

From being unwilling to talk to others, to being able to speak well, from being indifferent and lofty, to being infatuated.

If the word "love" can make people lose their minds, why are there still so many people falling into it like moths to a flame?

Thinking of this, Pei'er couldn't help feeling pity for Lin Zichu.

"Okay! I will accompany you for a ride and go with you."

Zhengyang Xianzong, Town Contamination Peak, Banxie Pavilion.

Inside this pavilion, there is a place that completely imitates the texture of a martial arts arena, and it is used as a training place for Qianqing on weekdays.

The floor tiles used everywhere are white stones that can withstand extremely strong attacks.

The white stone on the ground, in the fierce battle between Feng Zhaoming and Qian Qing, trembled like thin paper blown by the wind.

boom!

I saw a red-robed monk, with his right hand forming a fist, a flying flame was ignited around the fist, and he blatantly attacked Qianqing.

Qianqing jumped up, trying to dodge.When Qianqing got up, Feng Zhaoming suddenly stretched out his left hand, pulling out Qianqing's dantian to ask for a seat.

Qianqing's pupils wrinkled and narrowed, she touched the ground with her toes, and bowed back.

However, Feng Zhaoming was faster than him, the red-robed monk stepped on the ground, the ground was sunken, he leaned forward with his strength, his right fist was already in front of Qian Qing.

Qianqing folded her hands, trying to resist with her palms.

Feng Zhaoming said in a calm voice, "No."

In actual combat, the enemy punches and attacks, and the phalanx often wears offensive weapons.In hand-to-hand combat, the body contact with the enemy should be minimized, and Qianqing also knew this.

So he gathered spiritual power in his palm to form a diaphragm for defense.

Feng Zhaoming saw the diaphragm in Qianqing's palm, but still said 'no'.

Qian Qing said: "Why not?"

Feng Zhaoming didn't say a word, he just attacked with his right fist.

I saw the fiery red flames burning around the man's finger bones, beating like boiling water, approaching Qian Qing with astonishing enthusiasm and overwhelming aura.

There is a fairy beast Fulong between Qianqing's forehead, and there are two cranes of Queyan hidden in the dantian. The combination of the two forms a special physique called 'Taifu Queyan'.

Taifu is extremely flammable, even the flames burning around Feng Zhaoming's fist can't burn Qianqing's skin, because the temperature is still too far away.

However, the moment Feng Zhaoming's fist touched Qian Qing, the spiritual energy where the two collided fiercely confronted each other, there was only a sound of chime, and transparent ripples appeared in the air.

Qianqing's body retreated uncontrollably, he smashed heavily on the rock, the rock behind him was broken and cracked, rumbled, and many broken stones rolled down one after another.

"Do not make contact with the enemy." Feng Zhaoming stepped forward and stood about five steps away from Qianqing, his voice flat.

Qian Qing quickly stood up from the ground, jumped to Feng Zhaoming's side in a few steps, stretched his right palms together in the shape of a hand knife, and attacked Feng Zhaoming's neck.

"Don't just advance and attack."

As he spoke, Feng Zhaoming struck back with his hands.

What he practiced was the way of fighting spirit of galloping vertically and horizontally.However, when teaching Qianqing to fight, her figure is extremely flexible, and when evading, she is like a fish swimming, slippery without holding back her hands.

Qian Qing had a dignified expression, concentrating all her attention.

The two were extremely fast, blinking, and had already exchanged four moves.

Five strokes, six strokes...

Qian Qing's eyes showed joy, for some reason, he no longer stepped forward to attack, but took two steps back, keeping a distance from Feng Zhaoming, concentrating on defense.

Feng Zhaoming sighed softly in his heart, then his eyes sharpened, he leaned forward, his hands were attacking with a grasping technique, and he clasped Qianqing's wrist tightly.

Qian Qing made a backhand cut, but Feng Zhaoming's body was strong, not only did Qian Qing not force him to let go, but it caused severe pain to the root of her palm.Feng Jun held onto Qianqing tightly with his fingers like steel bars, and said: "Don't back away easily."

There were blue veins on Qian Qing's forehead, and he looked angry, but soon he calmed down and said:

"Thank you for your teachings."

So Feng Zhaoming let go of his fingers, paused, and said softly: "That's it for today."

"Qianqing resigns."

Qian Qing clasped her hands in salute, and when she turned around, she flicked her sleeves violently, and when she stepped out of the Banxie Pavilion, Qian Qing roared angrily.

In an instant, the birds flapped their wings and flew away, causing the pines to fluctuate like sea waves.

Naturally, Qian Qing didn't rant for no reason, the reason why he was so angry was because the result of his confrontation with Feng Zhaoming was not satisfactory.

Ten years ago, Qian Qing climbed the Optimus Pillar and was retrieved by Zhengyang Xianzong.He is the legacy of the Immortal Lord, the suzerain of my family, and has a lofty status.

However, there is one thing, no matter how high his status is, there is nothing he can do about it.

That was when he went up the mountain ten years ago, he was severely injured by the monk Yiyuanying, and a large number of fragments of time in his mind were shattered by him.To restore these fragments of time, the blood of Sect Master Bairen of Puyue Sect is absolutely necessary.

But Qianqing only has the foundation building cultivation level now, forcibly introducing the blood essence of the cultivator into the ears, if the number of times is too high, it will cause unknown harm to Qianqing.

Therefore, Feng Zhaoming once said to Qianqing that only when Qianqing took over his ten moves, could he pour the essence and blood of Sect Master Bairen into Qianqing's ear and repair the fragments of time in his brain.

The ten moves are easy to say, but Feng Zhaoming is recognized by Zhengwuzhou as 'combat strength No. 1', and Qian Qing is rarely able to resist him in hand-to-hand combat.

So after ten years, Qianqing didn't remember many memories that she lost back then.

I only remember a pair of round eyes, intermittent coughing, and the other party's white wrists in a certain dim room.

……what exactly is it.

Who did you forget!

Qianqing's ears and neck were all red, and he walked out quickly.Shuangye and Shenhua knew that he was in a bad mood, so they followed behind without saying a word.

When Lin Zichu and Pei'er met Qian Qing, they saw such a scene.

He looked angry, his eyes were irritated, and he walked forward with a frown, exuding a strong aura of "don't come near anything".

Seeing Qianqing's appearance like this, Pei'er knew the truth and did not dare to go forward.

However, the moment Linzi saw Qianqing for the first time, he stepped forward and called out:

"Qianqing..."

Qianqing stopped and turned her head.Seeing Lin Zichu, Qianqing had an ugly expression, smiled stiffly, and said, "Lin Zichu, why are you here? Have you recovered from your illness?"

"I'm sorry to trouble Qianqing," Lin Zichu covered his throat, coughed lightly, and said, "I'm fine today. I didn't enjoy drinking with you last time, can you allow me to invite you to eat again?"

Hearing Lin Zichu's cough, Qian Qing was slightly taken aback.

Pei'er on the side shouted in her heart, considering Lin Zichu's current physical condition, it is not an exaggeration to lie in bed for half a month, what do you mean by 'no serious problem'?Still want to drink and have fun?This senior brother of hers is really a role model for wanting to talk about love without taking life!

However, Peer wasn't too worried.After all, although Qianqing visited Lin Zichu three times when he was asleep, but her words were tactful and not very intimate. At this time, Qianqing was in a bad mood, presumably because the martial arts competition was approaching, and she was nervous and irritable, so she would not agree to Lin Zichu. invited.

In Pei'er's mind, she muttered, "Thanks to senior brother missing Qianqing day and night, I'm afraid—"

After Qianqing pondered for a moment, he nodded and said, "Alright."

"I'm afraid the relationship between the little fairy master and the senior brother is not that good, it's just..." Pei'er was thinking of this, when she heard Qian Qing's answer, she couldn't help but let out a 'huh'.

"Follow up."

As Qianqing said, she stepped forward quickly, stepped on the clouds, and flew towards Wangqing Peak.

Lin Zichu hastily drew out the Hanshu Sword, and at the same time said to Pei'er, "Go back."

Pei'er said: "Brother, can your body take it?"

Lin Zi Chu squeezed the sword formula with his hands, and stepped on Hanshu's sword.The spiritual power in his body was initially settled, but under forceful urging, he couldn't stand stably, and the blade of the sword swayed.

But he said in his mouth: "Naturally there is no problem. Besides, I am with Qian Qing, even if there is any problem, he will help you, so you don't have to worry about it."

After finishing speaking, the Hanshu Sword buzzed, carrying Lin Zichu forward.

When Lin Zichu approached, Qian Qing accelerated her flying speed, and the two moved forward side by side, with Shuang Ye and Shen Hua following closely behind.

Along the way, Qianqing did not talk to Lin Zichu.He was agitated, his cheeks were tense, and his jaw was rigid.

Until she climbed Wangqing Peak and entered the palace, Qianqing didn't say a word.He walked straight into the palace, and the palace door closed automatically behind him.

Shuangye and Xinhua lowered their eyebrows and stood on both sides of the palace gate.

Lin Zichu was wandering outside the door, after a while, he gently pushed the palace door open.

After approaching Qianqing Palace, he did not forget to close the door tightly.

When Qian Qing left Feng Zhaoming's place, it was not too early.At this moment, the sun was setting, and the fluorescent light was not awakened in the room, and the light was slightly dim.

Qianqing was alone, standing in front of the window.The paper window in front of her was wide open, and the hot summer wind was blowing towards her face, causing Qianqing's pockets to flutter slowly.

Lin Zichu quietly looked at Qianqing's back, for some reason, he just felt that this young monk with his back to him must be very, very lonely at the moment.

He involuntarily walked forward and stood beside Qianqing.

Qian Qing glanced sideways at Lin Zichu, then turned to look out the window.

The bright red sunset was completely hidden behind the horizon, the golden glow gradually faded, and dusk slowly descended.

"Ten years ago," Qianqing stretched out her hand and pointed to the east, and said, "I was brought back to Zhengyang Xianzong by Master. In the past ten years, I have been looking for the person I forgot. No matter how you announce it to the world, you haven't found any useful news."

Qianqing laughed, and quickly changed the subject before Lin Zichu could answer.

"Are you still drinking?" he asked.

Lin Zichu nodded slightly.

In the next instant, Qianqing had a round-bellied wine jar in her hand.

He touched the cork on the wine jar with his fingers, and when he opened the cork, the room was immediately filled with a tempting aroma of wine.

Qian Qing raised her head and took a big sip, the wine spilled out, wet Qian Qing's chest.

Lin Zichu said: "Give me a drink too?"

Qianqing passed the wine jar over.

Lin Zichu looked down, then raised his head and drank.

Compared to Qianqing, he drank much more elegantly, with his lower lip pressed against the wine jar, and the tip of his tongue touching the wall of the jar, without spilling a drop of wine.

The two shared a jug of wine, and when it was completely dark, the wine in the jug was still full, and the amount did not decrease.

Only then did Lin Zichu discover what the wine jar in Qianqing's hand was.It turns out that this object is called 'wine enters tongue and comes out', and it is a kind of altar-shaped fairy device. If wine is put into it, the wine jar will be filled with wine in a steady stream.

Most of this object is made by the powerful spellcasting practice of the Dao of Transformation, which is relatively rare, and it will only be used to entertain guests when large-scale events are held.

Lin Zichu took a long breath.He drank so much that his throat burned and his cheeks burned.

When he found that the wine jug was filled with wine, he stopped drinking.

For a moment, only the sound of Qianqing drinking alone was left in the hall.

He straddled under the window frame, holding the wine jar firmly with his right hand.Qianqing looked at Lin Zichu and asked, "Why don't you drink anymore?"

"I can't drink anymore."

"You drank more that time before," Qian Qing said, "But did you feel bad after getting sick?"

Lin Zichu said: "This wine is too strong."

Qianqing nodded and accepted Lin Zichu's answer.He shook the wine jar and asked, "Why do you use silver needles to suppress the aura in your body?"

Lin Zichu paused, and didn't want to explain in detail, he just said: "...it has something to do with my physique."

Qian Qing pondered for a while, and said: "You also said before that because of your physique, when you touch my Gang Mao, the Gang Mao will glow."

"..." Lin Zichu remained silent, his drunken eyes fixed on Qianqing.

"Show me one more time." Qianqing put down the wine jar, took a few steps forward, and walked in front of Lin Zichu.

Lin Zichu said softly, "What are you looking at?"

"Look at you touching my butt."

Lin Zichu's heart sank, and when he was about to refuse, Qian Qing grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the side of the bed.

Qian Qinggui is the son of the Immortal Lord, the beds in the palace are all clean and tidy, no outsiders are allowed to approach.

But Qian Qing didn't seem to take it seriously, he pressed Lin Zichu on the bed, took his hand, approached his pillow, and beckoned him to touch it.

Lin Zichu had no choice but to hesitate.

Then she raised her hand, opened the crystal box, took out the Gangmao contained in it with both hands, and put it in front of Qianqing.

Qianqing held her breath, her eyes fixed on the things in Lin Zichu's hands.

The masonry was dilapidated and spliced ​​together by external force, but the scorched marks could not be covered up, it was in a mess, without the smoothness that jade should have.

But when Gangmao touched Lin Zichu's skin, a warm light shone in front of their eyes.

Both of them can see at night, and there is no fluorescent light in the room, which makes the emerald green color of the gang in front of them even more beautiful.

Lin Zichu couldn't bear it, and said: "Qianqing, mortal things are mortal things after all, how can you be so concerned about them? It's just a piece of mortal jade, the more you cherish it, the more painful it will be when you lose it."

If someone else said such things, Qian Qing would have been furious already.

However, today Qianqing just said "really" softly, and stopped talking.

Instead, it was Lin Zichu's emotions, like boiling hot water.

His shoulders trembled, and he couldn't help closing his palms together to cover the sapphire in his palms.

Darkness returned to the room.

Qian Qing and Lin Zichu lay side by side on the bed with their arms crossed, Lin Zichu moved to the right, their cheeks were almost touching each other.

Smelling Qianqing's body and seeing his slightly red cheeks, Lin Zichu said softly:

"...Dare to ask Qianqing, have you heard of Liujiao Xuedong tea?"

Qian Qing nodded, and said, "There is a treasure in Xuanying Xianzun's hall."

"This hexagonal snow winter tea..." Lin Zichu sighed, and said, "Actually, it is brewed with the blood of a monk with a cold dragon crouching in the snow."

Qian Qing was taken aback, and said, "This is the first time I've heard of it. But I saw that the tea in that cup was white."

"That's right, the blood of monk Frost Dragon Crouching Snow should be red," Lin Zichu said: "But when he died unfortunately, the blood in his body turned back into ice and turned into snow winter shape."

Qian Qing said: "It sounds disgusting."

Lin Zichu smiled and said: "But this is indeed a rare famous tea in Zhengwuzhou. Qianqing... people with the body of Hanlongwoxue have a much shorter lifespan than ordinary monks."

So I had to endure it.

The atmosphere in the room fell silent, until Qianqing asked, breaking the silence.

"so what?"

Lin Zichu woke up like a dream, and said: "So... so, I don't think I will have much time to hold this gang... for you to watch."

Qian Qing said: "Fellow daoists are joking. I don't need you to remind me. I know that it must be the first to be destroyed, not you to die first."

"Do not……"

Lin Zichu's heart was about to break, he was running out of time, he just wanted to hear Qianqing call him 'big brother', and to see his dependent and trusting eyes again.

Could this humble wish never come true?

When he spoke again, Lin Zichu's voice was already a little hoarse.He said:

"Qianqing...I asked you a few questions before outside the Baizang Immortal Palace. There is one question that you didn't answer, can I ask you again?"

Lin Zichu's heart suddenly beat faster.

"If the person you want to find is standing in front of you, but you don't recognize it, how can it be good?"

After finishing speaking, Lin Zichu loosened his closed palms, and the shining green light was reflected in front of the two of them again.

Qian Qing frowned, his face showed a transparent green light under the fluorescent light, and his expression became more anxious.

After a while, he said, "Because I can't remember... So, it's not impossible. Lin Zichu, I have something that I've wanted to say for a long time."

Lin Zichu was startled.

Then I heard Qianqing say: "Although a large number of time fragments in my brain have been destroyed, there is actually a way to restore the memory."

Lin Zichu's pupils suddenly constricted: "What?"

Qianqing nodded, and said: "It's a long story, in short, to restore my memory, I must need the blood of Sect Master Bairen of the Puyue Sect. My master has begged a lot of blood from Sect Master Bairen over the years, and it exists Inside the Evil Pavilion."

Cold sweat broke out on Lin Zichu's forehead, and he said in a shy voice: "In this case, why can't Qian Qing remember the person he forgot?"

"This is the key," Qian Qing said, "If you want to restore the fragments of time, you need to pour the essence and blood of Sect Master Bairen into my left ear, and then flow out from the right ear. Master always feels that my cultivation is still low, lest I can't Accepting the blood essence of a cultivator who transforms himself into a god like Sect Master Bairen, he set a rule that only if I can beat him by ten moves in actual combat with Master, will he help me restore my memory."

Lin Zichu suddenly realized.He had been thinking before that Qian Qing's temperament was blunt and unruly, but when she came to Feng Zhaoming, she would suppress her temper and call Feng Zhaoming 'Master'.

In the past ten years, Feng Zhaoming had paid a very high price in order to restore Qianqing's memory and beg for the blood of Patriarch Bairen.

Even if Qianqing doesn't say anything, it can be seen that he is actually very grateful for Feng Zhaoming's kindness.

Lin Zichu sighed: "Feng Xianjun acted like this, he is really considering you wholeheartedly."

Qianqing said anxiously, "You don't know, I can't wait any longer! You have a good question. If the person I love is not long in life, and I procrastinate like this, won't I regret it when I find him? What's more, I have poured the blood of Sect Master Bairen into my ears several times before, and I remembered a lot of related memories."

"……really?"

"Yes, I have seen the man, I have seen the man's eyes, I have seen his wrist."

Lin Zichu hastily moved his eyes away, not daring to stare into Qianqing's eyes again.

Qianqing murmured: "As long as there is a little more... just a little more, I can 'see' that person's face, and I can think of him."

"……yes……"

Qianqing nodded, and said: "So, I need to sneak into the hall of the master and take away some of the blood of Sect Master Bairen. I still need your help in this matter."

"..."

Lin Zichu was astonished, and quickly vetoed it, saying: "Never! Qian Qing, the reason why Feng Xianjun did not give you the blood of Sect Master Bairen is not because you are reluctant, but because your cultivation level is still low, and Sect Master Bairen is For a cultivator who transforms himself, if he pours the blood of a cultivator who transforms himself into his ears, who knows what kind of damage it will cause? In short, it cannot be done, and this matter must be arranged by Lord Fengxian."

"Hmph," Qian Qing's expression was uncertain, but he held back and said slowly, "I just want you to accompany me to get a handful of blood essence, the amount is not much, and it will remind me of who that person is." That's it. A handful of blood will be fine."

Lin Zichu shook his head, hesitated to speak.

He remembered that when they were together in Linjiazhuang, they almost always met at Weiling Pavilion at night.At that time, Qianqing didn't have a foundation building cultivation base, so he couldn't see at night, he said more than once that he couldn't see Lin Zichu's face clearly.

Let alone a handful of blood essence, even ten handfuls might not make him think of it.

So Lin Zichu said: "When Qianqing reaches the Golden Core cultivation base and your Dao heart is stable, I will definitely go to the Banxie Pavilion with you to get the blood of the Patriarch Bairen."

"Gold core cultivation base?" Qian Qing said angrily, "Don't be joking."

Zhengwuzhou monks practice, there are seven stages of refining Qi, building foundation, forming alchemy, Yuanying, etc. Among them, the cultivation of alchemy is called the first natural moat of practice. Without alchemy, practice is at most Keep fit, and you can't see the secrets.

As we all know, the practice of refining qi is for monks to absorb the aura of heaven and earth and guide it into the body.

The purpose of building a foundation is for monks to guide the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth smoothly, so that the spiritual energy can travel according to the meridians of the whole body. Every breath is to complete a big and small circle.At this stage, the monks have sharp ears and eyesight, and can see at night, and at the peak of foundation building, black thick water with a foul smell will flow out of the monk's skin, which is the impurities in the monk's meridians, which are forced out of the body by the spiritual energy.But the monks who have established the foundation cannot escape the five elements, and still need to eat whole grains.

Only by stepping into the cultivation base of Jindan, can one truly sense the law of heaven and not eat the grain.

All because if you want to step into the alchemy stage, the first thing you need to do is to recognize the 'road' you want to walk!

There are three thousand avenues, which are complex and different.

Every monk has his own choice and adherence to the way in his heart.

For example, Feng Zhaoming's way of cultivation is "War Intent Way", this way is hard and domineering, unyielding.

Sect Master Bairen, the way he cultivates is the "Avenue of Time", which is mysterious and strange, powerful and unpredictable.

Because of Lin Zichu's physique, he was most suitable for the Ice and Snow Dao, and all the things he used in his practice were similar to the Ice and Snow Dao. Deep in his heart, he had already conceived a seed of this Dao.

This seed sank in the dantian, and when the foundation was at its peak, the spiritual power in the body gradually compressed, lingering beside this dao seed.The more solid the dao seed is, the more spiritual power it absorbs and the faster it compresses.

When the spiritual power is compressed to the extreme, it will form the shape of a pill.This is when you have reached the level of jiedan cultivation.

Qianqing is twenty-five this year, and her qualifications and resources are not one in a million. However, to this day, she is still at the peak of Foundation Establishment.

It's not because she didn't absorb enough spiritual power, but because Qianqing doesn't have a Dao Seed that suits her.

Qianqing's father, the Immortal Lord Dongkun, is a double-fire spiritual root, who is ranked in the position of Xia Zun, and practices the Tao of Flame;

Since there are two cranes of Queyan in Qianqing's dantian, it is natural to practice the way of Yan.There is a divine beast Fulong between the foreheads, and it can also cultivate the way of fighting spirit.

However, in the past ten years, Qianqing always had an inexplicable premonition in her heart, telling herself that he should never practice the Dao of Flame or the Dao of War Intent.

... There is another Dao Seed waiting for him.

As for cultivation, comprehension is the hardest, and absorption of spiritual energy is the easiest. If you want to find the Dao Seed, you don't know how long you will have to wait.That is to say, the time when Qianqing breaks through the golden elixir is uncertain, it may be ten years, or it may be tomorrow.

It would be too much torment for him to wait impatiently for the golden core to be formed before taking the blood essence of Patriarch Bairen.

All this is a long story, but these thoughts flashed through Qianqing's mind very quickly.

He got tough and said, "Please also go with me."

Lin Zichu said: "Forgive me, it's hard to obey."

"Are you really going against me?"

"No, I... I'm always happy in every possible way to make you happy," Lin Zichu sighed, and said, "But once I might hurt you, I will stop."

Qian Qing narrowed her eyes and said, "How can a handful of blood essence hurt me?"

"However, if a handful of blood can't make you remember Gang Mao's master, what would you want?"

Qian Qing asked: "How do you know that a handful of blood can't make me remember?"

Lin Zichu's complexion changed, and he remained silent.

He pursed his lips, carefully put Gang Mao back into the crystal case, and turned to leave.

Qianqing looked at him coldly, raised her right hand slightly, and a sticky and thin spider's thread touched Lin Zichu's wrist with a puff.

"Before, when you passed out on my Wangqing Peak, I saved your life with a silver needle in order to let you settle accounts in the future."

Qianqing yanked back with her right hand.

He was very powerful, and Lin Zichu had no intention of resisting, and was soon pulled by Qianqing with a spider's thread.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Countless spider silks spit out ferociously from Ah Mao's mouth, binding Lin Zichu tightly.

Since the Manren Spider was born, natural spiritual energy has flowed from its mouth, and the spider silk it spits out is extremely strong. Once a monk is bound, it is difficult to escape easily.

This is also the reason why Manren spiders are difficult to tame and have few natural enemies.

Lin Zichu struggled effortlessly, he fixedly looked at Qianqing, suddenly realized, and thought:

"He wanted to invite me to the Banxie Pavilion to get the blood of Sect Master Bairen before, so he didn't make trouble. He continued to press after I refused him."

No wonder Qianqing walked out of the Xiexie Pavilion in a rage, and she was willing to let Lin Zichu follow and treat him with extra courtesy.

It turned out to be like this...

The subtle sadness flashed by, and Lin Zichu thought, Qian Qing had forgotten everything, how could he be blamed?And cheer up again.