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

In small towns.

Kuishan was lying on his back on the recliner, his head aching because of the fever.His eyelids twitched, and he thought to himself: Why are you so flustered today?

I really should go to Wushan Turbulent River with the little father-in-law.

Thinking of this, Kuishan struggled to get up.But because of dizziness, Kuishan fell to the ground as soon as he got up.

This voice attracted Wen Renshao and Xu Wangwen who were standing outside the door talking.

Xu Wangwen lifted Kuishan up from the ground, and said, "Fellow Kuishan, are you going to the toilet?"

"No," Kuishan said, "I want to go find the young master and the others."

Xu Wangwen said: "You need to rest now."

"I'd better go there."

"No, you can rest for a day now, and tomorrow you can climb the rapids of Wushan with Qianqing. If you work hard today, I'm afraid it will take longer." Xu Wangwen persuaded: "As the saying goes, sharpening a knife is not the same as cutting firewood. Kui Fellow Daoist Mountain, rest here for a day."

Kuishan had no choice but to lie down, but the flustered feeling in his heart did not dissipate for a long time.

Qianqing and Lin Zichu stood with their backs, looking at the giant monkeys on both sides of the strait.

More and more jujube monkeys appeared in front of everyone.

Among them was a jujube monkey, which was extraordinarily majestic. Standing at the front of the monkey group, it seemed to be the monkey king of the group.

The monkey king propped his palms on the ground, looked at Qianqing with the eyes of a beast, and recognized that this person was the 'man with silver dots on his forehead' that the white-haired monk said. The monkey king walked down the turbulent stream of Wushan without hesitation.

The turbulent water in Wushan was so fast that even the mighty Monkey King was pushed back a step by the current.But it reacted quickly, grabbed the underwater rock firmly, and approached Qian Lin and the other two.

The jujube monkey, who was following the monkey king, rushed into the turbulent stream of Wushan, shouting loudly.

Most sour jujube monkeys are not as strong as the monkey king, and they are almost thrown off the cliff by the current.

Before the one in front had gone far, the monkeys in the back followed.

For a while, the Wushan turbulence was as lively as dumplings.

All the monks of the Muhua Immortal Sect exclaimed: "The sour jujube monkey has never stepped into the turbulence of Wushan, what's the matter today...how can this be done?"

Pei Songzhou said: "Little Immortal Master, Lin Daoist, why don't we retreat for now and leave here."

"Okay," Qian Qing said, "Fellow Taoists of the Muhua Immortal Sect, you go first, we will come later."

Pei Songzhou watched the other brothers slide down the cliff, and finally said: "I'll wait for you under the pool!"

After speaking, he jumped off the cliff and fell into the round lake along the water waterfall.

However, Qian Qing, who just said to follow closely, still stood in place with Lin Zichu.

Qian Qing said: "This group of sour jujube monkeys are obviously coming towards me. I'm afraid it's to avenge my revenge of spraying water yesterday. Anyway, I can't hide, so it's better to fight."

Lin Zichu knew that Qian Qing was not someone who would retreat for the time being, so he just wanted to lure Mu Hua Xianzong and the others away.

So Lin Zichu was not surprised, nodded slightly, and drew a body formation under the water.

Qianqing also drew one, so that the two of them could stabilize their figures in the turbulent water, and stand firmly with their backs leaning on each other, so that they would not be washed away by the current.

Although the two stand in the fixed body formation, they will fall into a passive state and cannot take the initiative to respond to the enemy.

But the number of sour jujube monkeys is so large that it almost overflows the entire Wushan turbulence. The monks have difficulty moving in the water. Since they have never thought about escaping, whether they can take the initiative is not that important.It has to be said that it is very wise for the two of Qian Lin to stay in shape.

The sour jujube monkey Wang Chaoqianqing came over, opened his mouth wide, bared his fangs to threaten.

Qianqing released Amao from her sleeve, trying to tie the Monkey King's hands.

But the strength of the monkey king's arm is far beyond that of ordinary humans. It roared up to the sky, and its hands were torn to the sides. The thin and tough spider silk was tightly wrapped around the monkey king's arm, and the originally transparent color also turned milky white. Trembling, snapped in response.

The ferocious monkey king rushed forward suddenly, with ferocious claws, and wanted to attack Qianqing's head.

A pair of golden animal pupils stood upright like embroidery needles, without any emotion.

Qianqing didn't retreat or dodge, she took a step backwards, stretched out her right hand in the palm of her hand, and wiped lightly in the air.

The transparent air immediately shook like water waves, and an extremely hot breath shot out in the air, and the raging fire ignited, protecting Qianqing and Lin Zichu.

Five types of guards, fire shield.

Immortal Feng Zhaoming's famous body protection method, the first form of "Fire Shield", can also be used by monks who have built a foundation.

At the beginning, Xianjun Feng Zhaoming used this move to block the attack of the young Fulong, and now it is used here, the power can be imagined.

The monkey king didn't know how powerful this move was, so he rushed forward bravely.

Qian Qing said: "Be careful to burn all the hair on your body."

The sour jujube monkey seemed to understand Qian Qing's words, and his eyes were obviously hesitant.

But soon, the jujube monkey jumped forward again, rushing into the flames.

The originally violent fire suddenly extinguished as if it had been doused with water when the jujube monkey rushed in.

The jujube monkey was unscathed, and was closer to Qianqing.

Wild jujube monkey field, wild jujube tree.

The white-haired fairy looked at the battlefield in the turbulent with disdain, and said: "The mere foundation-builder cultivator uses the fire shield, and he also wants to burn the monkey hair of the god, it is beyond his control!"

With a wave of his big hand, he untied the fire shield for Suanzao Monkey.

Qian Qing, who was far away in the turbulence of Wushan, was a little surprised. Of course, he didn't know why the jujube monkey was able to break through the fire shield, and continued to cast it with a puzzled look on his face.

Another boundary wall formed by raging fire appeared between the humans and monkeys, but this time the white-haired immortal didn't wait for Qianqing to finish casting, and made a 'pinching' movement with his right hand, as if snuffing out a candle, easily extinguishing Qianqing's fire shield, He said to himself: "I've used this trick before, it's not enough to watch, what else is there, use it quickly."

Seeing that the fire shield was forcibly extinguished, Qianqing let out a soft 'huh' and said in her heart: "There are really many strange things happening in the frozen forest wasteland."

Turn your right hand into a fist, stretch out your index finger, point it at the Monkey King, and point it slowly.

The white-haired old fairy had an eager expression on his face.

Qian Qing lifted the weight lightly, her index finger seemed to be in a hurry, and aimed at the right hand grabbed by the Monkey King, a dazzling halo appeared on the index finger, the flying flames concentrated on the fingertips of this person, and she could already feel the heat of the pavement before she got close.

The white-haired fairy leaned forward and observed intently.He has Mahayana monks, his cultivation is unfathomable, and his vision is extremely broad. Before Qian Qing made this move, the white-haired monk had already seen his footsteps.

He said: "It turned out to be 'Hui Ri Zhi'. The combination of Hui Ri Zhi and 'Wing Ge Hand' can step up to form a move comparable to Jindan's cultivation level, 'Wing Ge Hui Sun'."

After a while, he praised: "This move is not common."

But soon, the white-haired fairy shook his head again: "It's a pity that the attributes of the returning sun finger are not suitable for this kid. This little thief is obviously not suitable for practicing the way of fire, so why does he always use the moves of fire monks?"

If this is said, it will definitely cause dissatisfaction among the remaining monks of Zhengyang Xianzong.

There are Queyan cranes and subduing dragon beasts in Qianqing's body, forming a 'Taifu Queyan' physique.

His master, Feng Zhaoming, has a single fire spirit root, a yang physique, and a prestigious fire cultivation base, which is the cornerstone of the fighting power.

If Qianqing is not suitable for practicing Fire Dao, who else is suitable?

It is precisely because of this consideration that Feng Zhaoming and Wang Wozun's family taught Qian Qing that the moves are all fire.

I don't know why the immortal said that Qianqing was 'not suitable for practicing the way of fire'.

But the white-haired fairy seemed to just say it casually, without even thinking about explaining, and continued to look far away.

Just watching the battle between Qianlin and Suanzao Monkey, they enjoyed it with gusto.

There is no way, this white-haired old fairy has not walked out of the frozen forest wasteland for hundreds of years due to various reasons.

The Frozen Forest Wilderness is restricted by region, and only monks below the Golden Core stage can enter.In addition, the spiritual energy here is thin, so if you want to use your own spiritual stones, you have to use your own spiritual stones.

Most monks save money and don't cast spells when they can.

The white-haired immortal hadn't seen a monk-level fight for a long time.

Although the two boys in the turbulence only have Jindan and Jianji, their moves are simple, and their power is not enough. Compared with their own battles, they are simply boring.But it's better than nothing.

After Lin Zichu's fire shield disappeared out of thin air, a large number of jujube monkeys rushed towards him.

The sour jujube monkey has a strong build and is taller than an adult man. Such a large-scale approach will inevitably make people flustered.

But Lin Zichu's expression was very indifferent.He has the body of a cold dragon lying on the snow, and he builds the road of ice and snow.The ice and snow road is a side branch of the water system, and in the turbulent flow of Wushan, his advantage is obvious over Qian Qing.

In the beginning, Lin Zichu only used the simplest punches to attack.But soon, his arms felt numb.

The attack power and defense power of wild beasts are much better than those of monks. With so many sour jujube monkeys besieging them, Lin Zichu would not be able to support them without using immortal methods.

Thinking of this, Lin Zichu lowered his right hand, close to the water surface, and picked up dozens of water droplets like a flower.

The drops of water quickly froze in his hands, turning into a crystal clear solid.

The right hand is like playing the piano repeatedly, big and small beads fall on the jade plate.

The frozen water droplets, which are harder than stones, hit the rough-skinned and thick-fleshed jujube monkeys, making them howl.

"A drop of water turns into ice."

"What!" The fairy in white clothes in the distance changed his expression suddenly when he saw Lin Zichu performing the fairy art.

With a skeptical expression on his face, he pinched his fingers and calculated.

Not long after, the immortal was stunned, and suddenly laughed 'haha', and shouted:

"The cold dragon lying on the snow body!"

When he laughed, the veins on both sides of the white-haired fairy's neck popped out, making him look a bit hideous.He looked at the turbulence in Wushan where Lin Zichu was located in the distance, his eyes became aggressive, and he said softly: "The heavens are worthy, I finally told me to wait!"

After saying that, the white-haired fairy shook his figure impatiently and disappeared.When it reappeared, it was already standing on both sides of the Wushan turbulence.

But the other side said that although the two of Qian Lin had extraordinary means, the sour jujube monkey was very spiritual and good at attacking, so they couldn't do anything to each other for a while.

While fighting fiercely, Qian Qing suddenly sensed something, couldn't help but startled, and looked towards the shore.

I saw a white-haired monk standing on the originally empty river bank.The cultivator's complexion was unkind, and he looked at Lin Zichu suspiciously, with strange eyes.

When the white-haired fairy stood on the bank of the river, all the jujube monkeys in the rapids of Wushan wailed and climbed up to the bank and stood behind the white-haired fairy.

Although I don't know who this white-haired fairy is, but looking at his eyes, it should be that the visitor is not kind.

Qianqing and Lin Zichu looked at each other, silently deploying defensive measures.

Qianqing said: "Look at me, Qianqing, I don't know your name..."

The immortal didn't say a word, squinted his eyes, and looked at Qian Lin and the two men dangerously.

In the next moment, a powerful and unparalleled spiritual pressure shone on the two heads like a shadow.

"not good!"

Even though Qian Lin and the two had prepared protective measures in advance, it was useless against this white-haired fairy.Under the deterrence of this powerful spiritual pressure, the protective means of the two were declared invalid.

Such a powerful spiritual pressure surged over the sky, Qianqing's eyes went dark, her heart throbbed with pain, before she had time to grab Lin Zichu's wrist, she was so shocked that she lost consciousness.

I do not know how long it has been.

When Qianqing opened her eyes, there was a ringing in her ears, and vaguely, she seemed to hear someone calling his name.

"Ah Ching..."

"Ah Ching..."

The shouts became more urgent and clearer.

Qian Qing shook her head and shook her head vigorously, completely waking up.

He was dizzy, as if he had been shocked by the too strong spiritual pressure just now, and he couldn't see things clearly.

He vaguely saw Lin Zichu squatting in front of him, touching Qianqing's back with his cold palm.

The white-haired immortal who brought the two of them by violent means stood aside, watched coldly, snorted, and said, "Are you finally awake?"

"..."

Lin Zichu's eyes were sharp, he protected Qianqing, and looked at the white-haired fairy with hostility.

The white-haired fairy's eyes glowed with eagerness, he took a long breath, and explained the reason why he tied them together.

"...Get up quickly, I order the two of you to fight immediately, and show Ben Shangxian who will win."

Hearing this, both Qianqing and Lin Zichu were taken aback, not understanding what this person was trying to do.

"Get up!" The white-haired fairy roared, and he made a lifting motion with both hands in the air. The backs of Qian Lin and the two seemed to be supported by invisible big hands, and they stood up from the ground uncontrollably.The white-haired fairy raised his head and laughed twice, and said, "Draw out your sword quickly! Quickly, quickly, let me see, which one of you is better!"

Although both of them felt that the white-haired fairy was baffled, Lin Zichu still replied seriously: "I will not confront Ah Qing with swords."

"No!" The white-haired fairy said: "I told you to face each other with swords, and you must face each other with swords! Why, do you dare not obey my order?"

Lin Zichu said neither humble nor overbearing: "Forgive me for being difficult."

The white-haired fairy sneered, his figure was as fast as a ghost, one second he was standing in front of Qian Lin and the other two, and the next moment, he moved swiftly.

He only felt his forehead hair being blown by the wind, and before Lin Zichu could blink, his hands were cut back behind him.

The white-haired fairy twisted Lin Zichu's hands, held his arms with such strength that they could break his arms, and asked coldly, "Are you going to fight or not?"

Lin Zichu broke out in a cold sweat, and said, "Don't fight!"

At this moment, Qian Qing suddenly stepped forward, wanting to knock down the white-haired immortal, pinching Lin Zichu's hand, hurriedly said: "No, it's still done, let him go!"

The white-haired fairy laughed and said, "You still know some rules. Look at my children, they are still much better than other trash."

Hearing the white-haired immortal call Lin Zichu a 'trash', Qianqing's eyes flashed sullenly, but he responded quickly: "Of course. This senior has a profound cultivation base. If we were taken down by you, what else can we say? Just be obedient." Listen to me."

The white-haired fairy said happily: "This is a good boy. Hurry up and let me see your true skills."

"Here we come." Qianqing pulled out the embryo of Taifu Queyan Sword, and rushed towards Lin Zichu.

soon.

Qian Qing put the sword back into the scabbard, and simply said: "I admit defeat."

The white-haired fairy said angrily: "Stinky boy, you didn't try your best at all. Do you want to die if you play like this?"

After speaking, he raised his hand, the palm contained majestic spiritual power, pointed at Qianqing's head, and shouted: "Look at me killing you little bastard."

"Wait!" Qian Qing said: "Although I lost today, it doesn't mean I will lose in the future. If you kill me, won't you see whether I can defeat him in the future?"

The palm of the white-haired fairy froze slightly.

Qian Qing said: "Brother Lin has a higher level of cultivation than me, and is older than me. If I fight against him, I will naturally lose."

"Who said that!" The white-haired fairy jumped into a rage, and said, "Hanlong's body is not good enough, what do you mean by 'naturally losing'? You are too bad a kid, you just use random moves to fool this fairy. If it weren't for that, How could you lose?"

Qian Qing didn't take it seriously: "I said I would lose, so I will lose."

"Hmph," the white-haired fairy snorted coldly, looked Qianqing up and down, and said, "Although you are proficient in spells and have a good physique, you haven't found your way to practice yet. Let Ben Shangxian teach you a few tricks, and it won't take half an hour. Shichen will definitely make you much better than before. If after I teach you, you lose to the monk with the cold dragon crouching in the snow, I will crush you to death!"

Qian Qing said disdainfully: "I don't need you to teach me."

The white-haired fairy folded his arms and said: "You say so, then I must teach you. I want to teach you that the name of the immortal is Deng Lin, and he is the master of this Wushan realm. Frozen forest wasteland five thousand Four hundred mountain peaks, 12 desolate beasts, and [-] plants all obey my orders."

Frozen forest wasteland, inside a small town.

at dusk.

Several monks of the Muhua Xianzong, headed by Pei Songzhou, ran to Xu Wangwen's residence in a panic, and shouted: "It's a big deal...it's not good!"

Kui Shan was flustered at first, upon hearing this, he hurriedly got up from the reclining chair and asked anxiously, "Who is it?"

"We are disciples of the Muhua Immortal Sect. Are you Brother Kuishan of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect?"

"Exactly," Kuishan asked, "what happened?"

"Little Immortal Lord and fellow Taoist Lin Zichu were climbing on the rapids of Wushan Mountain. When they encountered a jujube monkey riot, they went down to the river to arrest people. Little Immortal Lord told us to go first, saying that we would arrive later. We waited for a long time. But until now , and no one was seen."

Kuishan was stunned with an 'ah', and when he realized it, he shouted: "Then hurry up and find it!"

"But it's already so late..."

The younger monk muttered: "Climb to the rapids of Wushan, and you will encounter invisible beasts."

Kuishan roared: "Do you want me to wait here?"

He lowered his head in shock, and murmured: "I knew something would happen...Little Immortal Master...This is really a death sentence..."

Xu Wangwen, who was standing aside, said, "Brother Kuishan, why don't you let me go out and find the little fairy master. I've stayed here for a long time, and I'm familiar with the terrain. Even if I encounter invisible beasts, there are ways to avoid them."

Pei Songzhou said: "It's too dangerous for you to go alone."

"I'll go with him." Wen Renshao said: "Don't worry, the little fairy has a lively personality, maybe he is playing with the jujube monkey, don't worry too much. It's just that the frozen forest wasteland is dangerous at night, so we can't let him out. Find him before midnight. Time is running out. Apart from me and Xu Wangwen, there are other members of the same clan nearby. I will use the unique sound transmission method of Kuzhongzong to call them here and look for them together. .”

Hearing 'people of the same clan', Xu Wangwen's fingers trembled slightly, then he lowered his head and remained silent.

Kuishan pondered for a while, thinking that the more people the better at this time, he sighed: "Fellow Daoist, please help find the little fairy master."

Without further ado, I went out to find Qianqing.

It wasn't until dark that Wen Renshao and Xu Wangwen climbed to the place where Qian Lin disappeared.

But where could we see Qianqing and the others at that time?

Wen Renshao and Xu Wangwen yelled the names of Qian Qing and Lin Zichu, but there was no response.

On the contrary, the sound attracted many walking corpses who were swimming at night, standing under the pool, looking at Wen Renshao and Xu Wangwen with a ghostly look.

Xu Wangwen looked down and saw so many walking corpses gathered by the deep lake below, he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

He passed the voice to Wen Renshao, saying: "You can't shout anymore, there are many walking corpses gathered below."

Wen Renshao glanced down, and said, "Yo, there are indeed quite a few. There are so many walking corpses, it will be difficult to go back."

Xu Wangwen shook his head.

Just now, the two of them struggled to climb the turbulent stream of Wushan Mountain, and then shouted loudly on purpose.It suddenly fell silent at this moment, looking a little embarrassed.

But hearing the roar of the water, Wen Renshao put his hands behind his head, stretched his body, and said: "I can't find the little fairy master everywhere, there is really no way. It's too late, let's go back?"

Xu Wangwen nodded and said, "Be careful, don't touch the blood of the walking corpse."

"So what?" Wen Renshao didn't care much, glanced at Xu Wangwen, and said, "...Aren't you a doctor?"

Xu Wangwen said with a straight face, "Nonsense, this is not a joke."

Probably a little angry, he jumped down the rapids of Wushan Mountain, and fell into the round lake with a sound of 'tong'.

Wen Renshao said with a smile, "Little old-fashioned."

He also jumped down, and he landed not far from Xu Wangwen, paddling with all four limbs, and swam towards the shore.

When the two swam to the shore, their expressions suddenly became serious.

"strangeness……"

"Why are there so many walking corpses today?"