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

"The deity bowed under the body of Xianjun, and let you do whatever you want. Before the remaining warmth retreated, you faced him with a sword."

"It's my own humiliation."

"This is considered to have taught Xianjun Gaoyi..."

The sound of laughter, which was more mournful than crying, echoed in the huge and empty Banxie Pavilion.

Feng Zhaoming's expression was dignified, facing the catastrophe of 'Drizzle Rain'.

This catastrophe is difficult to say, easy to say but not easy to say.

It can gain insight into the instability of the monk's Taoist heart, and make a sound that shakes the monk and interferes with the monk's practice of the Dao.

Then attack with drizzle, if the protective means are penetrated by drizzle, you will be hit mercilessly.

For a monk with a firm heart, a mere Mianyin is nothing.

A monk who can cultivate to a high level of incarnation, among other things, must have a stable Taoism.

It's just that the drizzle and continuous sound of Heavenly Tribulation can dig into the depths of the monk's heart that he is least willing to face and recall, and influence it, from shallow to deep, gradually hitting the monk's heart.

Feng Zhaoming no longer set too many protective barriers, he took a deep breath, crossed his knees and closed his eyes, and concentrated on dealing with the 'Mianyin' Heavenly Tribulation.

The sound became clearer and clearer from far to near.

950 four years ago.

Zhenhui Peak, Banxie Pavilion, under the Boyue tree.

The blue-robed boy looked at Feng Zhaoming with fierce eyes:

"Feng Zhaoming, hmph, you want me to take care of Jiuwen for you, it's wishful thinking."

Feng Zhaoming, who was only 20 years old at the time, was as silent and calm as he is now.No matter how the young man in front of him roared and attacked him, Feng Zhaoming just leaned over to avoid it, without saying a word.

"..."

Xuanxie Peak, on the martial arts arena.

Feng Zhaoming, who was dressed in red, held a long sword and firmly protected the blind boy lying on the ground behind him.

The tall, thin and thin young man vomited a mouthful of blood, opened his dull eyes, and said intermittently: "Feng Zhaoming, I am a sword beast clan that everyone can kill. Your senior brother insulted me, why do you want to replace me?" say?"

"..."

Learning to Sleep Peak, Xianzun's lecture is over.

Among the crowd, the blind boy in the blue robe jumped up and onto Feng Zhaoming's back, wrapping his slender arms around Feng Jun's neck.

laughed and said:

"Feng Zhaoming, why does your master call you 'Xian'er'? Hahaha, this name is really funny."

"..."

"What, your character is 'Zhuo Xian'? Which Zhuo is it? Which one comes first? Write it in the palm of my hand, okay?"

He opened his sleeves and stretched out a piece of his arm.Because he couldn't see it, his arms were tightly pressed against Feng Zhaoming's chest.

"..."

Inside the Evil Pavilion.

The blue-robed blind boy rushed into the room, and with an expression of joy that the future Patriarch Bairen would not be able to show, he shouted, "Feng Zhaoming, Xian'er, come here quickly. I have practiced the spell of divine sense vision today, and I can blur I saw some flowers and plants. Come here quickly, let me touch your face, I think the first thing I see is your face!"

Feng Zhaoming was meditating with his legs crossed, but after hearing this, he stood up.

The young man raised his hand, his fair face flushed red, he carefully grasped the clothes on Feng Zhaoming's chest, as if he was about to touch a treasure, he gently stroked Feng Jun's face with his fingertips little by little.

"..."

……

The endless drizzle fell on Feng Zhaoming's side one by one.Gradually weaken the protective barrier around Feng Zhaoming.In a short while, the intensive rain broke the protective barrier.There is a drop of raindrops, passing through difficulties and obstacles, and encountering Feng Zhaoming's fiery red robe...

30 years ago.

In the Pavilion of Dispelling Evil, the blue-robed young man's powerful spiritual consciousness spread everywhere, and he said coldly, "Feng Zhaoming, congratulations on your ranking as an immortal king. Today, your master Dongkun Immortal proposed that you marry the nobleman's family." Fairy Longyu from the Lian family seems to like you very much, but I... don't want to."

"..."

"I..." swallowed his voice, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse: "...I love you. I like you, and I don't want you to marry another woman."

"..."

"Do you still want to listen to your master?" The blue-robed boy laughed with a near collapse: "Hehe, yes. The most valuable thing in this world is a distinguished family and a noble status. The least valuable thing is a lowly person A true heart. I see."

Feng Zhaoming closed his eyes.

"But I want you, and I can't live without you. You said that I have good talent, and I will work harder in the future to become a person worthy of you... Can you wait for me?"

The young man's lifeless eyes were filled with tears.He is unruly and never bows his head.But in front of Feng Zhaoming, the young man's lips trembled, his eyes pleaded, and he put his dignity in Feng Zhaoming's palm.Whether to step or hold is up to him.

brush brush --

A lot of drizzle fell on Feng Zhaoming's body, piercing through his fiery red robe, and falling on his face, scraping thin blood streaks.

Feng Zhaoming's expression was cold and serious, his whole body was full of evil spirits, his ears were filled with the words that Sect Master Bairen had said to him, and he fell into the memories that he couldn't extricate himself from.

……

25 years ago.

"Feng Zhaoming, the evil dragon is causing chaos, your master has used the forbidden technique to kill him, and he is powerless. Even if you go to the Optimus Pillar, you will not be able to save him, you will just die in vain!"

"..."

"What? You have to go back even if you die? No one has died since ancient times, but he wants to be worthy of the world. Hmph, Feng Zhaoming, you and I met once, and if you want to sacrifice your life for righteousness, I will not stop you. But before leaving, there is something I want to show you."

"..."

For some reason, a sour feeling of reluctance welled up in my heart.Feng Zhaoming took a deep look at the blue-robed boy, didn't look at his outstretched palm, but gently moved forward and hugged him in his arms.

In the next instant, Feng Zhaoming's eyes twitched.The tip of his nose smelled a strong aroma that made him feel bad. An unprecedented sense of dizziness made Feng Zhaoming, who was covered in bruises and struggling to support himself, dizzy and his eyelids became heavy uncontrollably.

"Hehehe..." The blue-robed boy laughed bitterly, reached out to catch Feng Zhaoming, and said in a low voice, "This is the second form of my time, 'while still in a dream of fragrance'. After receiving my trick, you I'm afraid you will be in a coma for more than a month. When you wake up, you may want to kill me... It doesn't matter, in my heart, your life is more important than my own. I can't watch you go to die."

"..."

"Don't look at me like that, Xian'er. I'm leaving, and I'm going to establish my own sect... Let's call it 'Boyue Sect'. You and I met under the Boyue tree back then. I want to become a Even Longyu is more honorable and powerful, I want to stand by your side openly. You can only be mine, you have to remember."

"..."

More and more rain fell on Feng Zhaoming's body, cutting his clothes, revealing Xianxiu's lean and capable body.

Under Zhenhui Peak, the onlookers stared at the majestic dark clouds above, dumbfounded.

"This... this Heavenly Tribulation is so powerful that even Feng Xianjun can't resist it?"

"What exactly is the catastrophe?"

"It seems to be 'Drizzle Cotton Sound'!"

"Mianyin in the drizzle? Isn't this such a terrible catastrophe? I'm afraid Feng Jun was only trapped in the catastrophe of the mianyin for a while. As long as he can wake up from it and kill the catastrophe of rain, he will be able to escape successfully."

"Yes, Feng Xianjun is extremely talented, and the mere drizzle and soft voice are definitely not a problem."

In the noisy discussion, Feng Zhaoming couldn't hear a word.His whole mind was immersed in Mianyin Jie.

The words that that person once said are reproduced sentence by sentence.

"Dongkun Immortal asked you to marry Lian Longyu, are you going to marry her?"

"Lian Longyu admired you for being as clear as a bamboo, and invited you to Lian's house to enjoy the bamboo. You obviously wanted to refuse, but your master took a look at you, and you nodded. Feng Zhaoming, Lian Longyu treats you very well." Good impression, if this continues, you will really join the Lian family!"

"Feng Zhaoming! I'm going crazy! Why do you make me hurt like this? I want to be with you. I don't want anything. I only want you. For you, I practice hard. I just want to be a person worthy of you." People. Tell me, have you ever had a little love for me?"

"Just a tiny bit..."

"Feng Zhaoming, Xian'er. I love you so much. Do you love me?"

"I'm leaving."

"Feng Zhaoming, this deity is already the suzerain of Puyue Sect. In terms of status, I am on the same level as you. Even though there were some disputes before, you represent Zhengyang Immortal Sect now. If you do anything to me, Zhengyang Immortal Sect will lose face." Where to place it?"

"Your master, Immortal Lord Dongkun, has long since passed away. Without his witness, you and Fairy Longyu could not get married. In that case, why do you still associate with her?!"

"Yes, I have no position to be jealous. But I want to be jealous and interfere. If you see Fairy Longyu once, I will use the power of the whole sect to make trouble for Zhengyang Xianzong. I will do what I say."

"Cut off this annoying bamboo, and replace it with the pure heart arrow bamboo that this master gave you."

"Feng Zhaoming! Who... allowed you to be so presumptuous... ah..."

"This deity can...you..."

"I miss you so much. Xian'er, I want you to kiss me here."

……

More and more memories flooded into my mind, the sound of sticky water, the sound of mucous membranes, scorching body temperature, scalding blood, wrapped around me.

Is he the one holding him?Yes, it must be him.The only one who hugged his hand so tightly and persistently touched his face was that person.

But it's a little strange, why do I hold him?

Because he likes you and you also...

No.

wrong.

Feng Zhaoming was full of evil spirits, his robe was slightly bulged, and his black hair was blown loose by the invisible wind.

His face was pale and his brows were wrinkled.

The second type of time...the first type of time...even if you don't know each other...Qian Qing.

Thinking of this, Feng Zhaoming suddenly opened his eyes.

A large amount of blood, mixed with cold sweat, rolled down Xianjun's skin.

Feng Zhaoming forcibly pulled out his consciousness from Mianyin Tianjie, he took a breath and stood up.

The attack of the fine rain became more violent, Feng Zhaoming raised his hand to form a palm, and it turned into a wall of fire, raging fire, burning beside his body.

Under the attack of the fierce fire, the thin raindrops quickly turned into steam and disappeared into the sky and the earth.

The huge dark cloud hovering over Zhenhui Peak was quickly reduced by half due to the raging fire.

The disciples under Zhenhui Peak stared with bated breath.

After a while, the clouds dissipated and the sun climbed into the sky.

All the disciples exclaimed in unison.

"Breakthrough!"

"Immortal Feng Zhaoming survived the catastrophe and successfully entered the high-level cultivation of God Transformation!"

"Since then, Immortal Feng Zhaoming can use the fairy sword 'Nine Questions' as he pleases. It is really unrivaled in the world..."

In the distance, in the middle of the four continents, is the frozen forest wasteland.

Qian Qing and Lin Zichu followed Old Immortal Deng Lin, gradually went deep into the jungle, and came to Wushan boundary.

The closer to the depths of the jungle, the denser the wild jujube trees around.This is the season when wild jujubes are ripe, and when they come here, the jujube trees are so dense that when the wind blows, many wild jujubes will fall on several people's heads.

Passing through the dense wild jujube forest, the eyes suddenly open up, and you can see the sky-high mountain range, named Wushan.

There is a quiet pool of water, hidden deep behind the woods, lying at the foot of Wushan Mountain.

On the mountain wall, someone wrote two bold and upright characters with a Chinese ink brush:

"Sword Pond".

"Today, I will teach you two the original swordsmanship that Lin Caiyun and I created back then. Although you two little bastards are not worthy of learning our superb swordsmanship. However, the immortal sees you fighting too boring. In order to add some fun to me, That’s why I’m teaching you this supreme sword technique. With your little talent, you’re not worthy of learning this sword technique, so don’t take yourself too seriously, it’s too beautiful!”

"..."

Qian Lin and the two were silent, they both thought, although this old fairy Deng Lin has a strong cultivation, but he seems to have some problem in his mind, so don't pay attention to what he says crazy.

Old Immortal Deng Lin clasped his hands together and placed them in front of his chest.

A majestic, powerful and shocking aura spread out in all directions.

He's hands in front of his chest slowly separated as if stuck to something.A dazzling light appeared in the palm, and as the palm was separated, it gradually revealed the appearance of a fairy sword.

"This sword is called 'Kun Qiao'. Lin Zichu, I will teach you a set of 'Frozen Swordsmanship'. This is a swordsmanship created by Lin Caiyun in the Jindan period. It is unpredictable and powerful. I wish you a happy life Practice. Your sword is too bad, so I will lend you this 'Kun Qiao' first."