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

Hearing this, Qianqing suddenly became angry.

But it is definitely not a good thing to fluctuate in emotions during promotion.

The promotion of a monk will affect the heaven and earth thunder calamity, and lead to difficult trials. The heart demon calamity is the most common calamity for monks with a golden core cultivation base to cross the calamity.

The key to restraining the demons is not to be affected by the demons, otherwise it is easy to fall into the demons and cannot extricate themselves. If you are not careful, you may even degenerate into a demon.

Qian Qing had no choice but to split her mind and brazenly resist.

He said in his heart: "The avenues are complicated, and the way monks choose to practice is not the same. I have never heard of the path of cultivation. I have never heard of matching or not, only suitable or not. Suitable or not, it is not based on other people's words. The standard is the monk's own choice!"

"As long as the monk chooses, it is suitable."

Qian Qing said neither humble nor overbearing: "Since I choose the way of controlling beasts, it doesn't matter if I can become the Supreme Being of Ten Thousand Beasts in the future, or not."

"Because it's my own choice."

The voice of the inner demon said again: "Although you say this in your mouth, in your heart you want to surpass all things and become the supreme beast master."

"It doesn't matter what you think in your heart," Qian Qing said, "I am young, but I may not be able to break out of my own world in the future."

"That's right, as the only heir of my family, you are the son of the Immortal Lord Dongkun and the orthodox disciple of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect. Even if you have no achievements, you will be piled up by the cultivation resources of these two great forces. "

A vein popped out of Qian Qing's forehead, and said: "I was homeless for a long time when I was young, even so, the opening of the meridian also opened to the forehead, and my own cultivation aptitude is enough to be arrogant, and it is not built by a sect family."

The heart demon with the sound of thunderbolts pressed on step by step: "The way you choose is the way of controlling beasts, but you can't control the beasts of your own destiny. You have a beast and a dragon on your forehead, and you can suppress it with the bones of your father's fairy master. Once the bones can't Suppression, Fulong devours the Lord, you will die!"

Qian Qing said: "It is not only my father's remains that suppress Fulong, but also Queyan Erhe. Queyan Erhe is at my dantian, driven by me, like my arm. It suppresses just like I suppress."

"But you can't subdue Fulong after all!"

"If you can't subdue it, so what! My father Dongkun Immortal Lord has a high level of out-of-body cultivation, and he didn't subdue Fulong." Qianqing said: "Besides, it's been a long time, and the future is still uncertain. Who can say that I can't subdue Fulong! "

After finishing speaking, Qianqing sighed: "Why do you seek the Tao? It means knowing your own heart as it really is. I thought about it for a long time, and finally chose the way of controlling beasts. Mere words interfere with it, and I can't stop my desire to seek the Tao."

I saw a silver dot between Qianqing's forehead, gathering spiritual power, and the white light flourished.

He sits cross-legged among thousands of broken swords, with a solemn momentum, with the fearless seal on his left hand and the heavenly stem and earth branch seal on his right hand.

Qianqing crossed the tribulation golden elixir surrounded by broken swords on the muddy ground, and the spiritual energy in her body circulated violently, forming a howling gust of wind.His robe was blown up by the wind, his hair flew wildly behind him, and there was a vague aura of a monk who had attained Taoism between his brows.

Then I saw within Qianqing's body, at the dantian, the golden elixir the size of a grain of rice was rotating in one direction, gradually turning into the size of a peanut and the size of a thumb.

The surface of the golden core also became full of luster, exuding majestic spiritual power.

Qianqing herself has a special physique and can absorb enough spiritual power.It was after many years of accumulation, with a firm heart, that the golden core was condensed.Therefore, the golden core in Qianqing's dantian is solid and stable, which is no small matter.

But at this moment, the voice of the heart demon robbery suddenly spoke, saying:

"You condensed the golden core in this frozen forest wasteland, and your cultivation base has greatly increased, but you haven't thought about the situation of your lover Lin Zichu."

Hearing the word 'Lin Zichu', Qian Qing couldn't help but startled.However, at this critical juncture, he really couldn't be more distracted, so he just kept silent and ignored it.

The voice of the heart demon said again: "The frozen forest wasteland lacks spiritual energy, and you need infinite spiritual power to condense the golden core. How many spiritual stones can a golden core monk in the Linzichu area have? Now he has all his spiritual stones It's all sprinkled all over your body, but it's not enough for you to break through the golden core's spiritual power..."

Qianqing was shocked.This heart demon calamity is a calamity in heaven and earth, it will only disturb the monk's mind, but he can't think, let alone lie.

Qian Qing knew subconsciously that what Xin Demon Jie was going to say next would not be what she wanted to hear.

He should let him talk, ignore it, and condense the golden core as soon as possible.

But Qianqing listened to the next words without missing a word.

"There are no more spiritual stones at the beginning of Lin Zi." The heart demon's voice was like thunder, and the words were clear, and said: "So he cut two wounds on his wrists, and used the spiritual power contained in his blood for you Form a pill."

I saw Qianqing's shoulder suddenly trembled, and after a while, blood as thin as a silk thread flowed down the corner of his mouth.

A monk's blood contains a lot of condensed spiritual power. Some advanced formations require a lot of spiritual power, and when even top-quality spirit stones can't satisfy, the monk will cut his fingers to form the formation.

The voice of the heart demon tribulation said again: "If you break through the golden core, Lin Zichu will probably be sucked dry. He wished in his heart, and he was able to die for you, you naturally know."

Qianqing's body trembled violently.

"It was the same ten years ago, and it will be the same ten years later. Look at me Qianqing, what's the use of breaking through the golden core, you haven't made any progress at all!"

The heart demon calamity is the most common catastrophe for monks below the golden core stage, this calamity is not too big, it is not small.But even monks in the Mahayana period sometimes have nothing to do with it.

As long as a person has a weakness in his heart, Qian Qing's weakness is Lin Zichu.

In the past ten years, Qianqing has stroked the blue-green Gangmao by his pillow countless times, thinking that he may not be able to remember Gangmao's owner, he almost wants to go crazy.

At this moment, the voice of the heart demon tribulation was just a few words, evoking the thing he was least willing to face in his heart, making Qian Qing emotionally unstable, trembling and coughing up blood.

Queyan Erhe at the dantian sensed Qianqing's strangeness, spread his wings and sang loudly, making a mess.

The silver dot on the forehead became brighter and brighter, and there was a vague dragon-shaped figure, roaring and swimming in the silver dot.

On weekdays, when Li Qianqing was in a stable mood, only the dragon-leading array could draw Fulong out from his forehead.

However, Qian Qing's mood changed drastically at this time, the scales of the beast on her forehead trembled, causing the silver chains around her to clank.

Fu Long suddenly opened a pair of blood-red pupils, and in an instant, his murderous aura surged to the sky.

In the Forest of Broken Swords, Lin Zichu, who was standing aside to protect Qian Qing, was now sitting cross-legged.

There is a wound in the shape of a 'cross' on each of his wrists.A drop of blood slowly flowed into the air and flew towards Qianqing.

Qianqing's aptitude is extraordinary, her Dao heart is also strong, and the early stage of congealing the golden elixir went very smoothly.

This made Lin Zichu heave a sigh of relief, secretly happy for Qian Qing.

But for some reason, just when Qianqing was about to form the Golden Core, the speed at which he breathed out his spiritual power suddenly slowed down, and even stagnated.

After a while, blood flowed from Qianqing's lips, which was a sign of a serious injury.

Lin Zichu was shocked, he didn't know what happened, and wanted to step forward to protect Qianqing.However, he was sitting at the eye of Juling Zhen at this moment, unable to move easily.

To make matters worse, there was a crouching dragon swimming between Qianqing's forehead, and the remains of the fairy master flickered and disappeared, and it gradually became impossible to suppress the crouching dragon.

"Not good," Lin Zichu said in shock, "Fulong devours the Lord, Ah Qing..."

It was the time when he was so anxious that he was restless and his face was pale.

Suddenly, in the Broken Sword Forest, there was an arrogant female voice that shook the sky:

"With such a calamity, it is really hateful, hateful, extremely hateful to attract Fulong to turn back, destroy my little father-in-law's golden core, and cut off his path to immortal cultivation!"

The sound made Lin Zichu narrow his eyes.He felt an indescribably powerful spiritual force emanating from Qianqing's chest.

The frantic roar of the female voice echoed in Lin Zichu's ears.A red light flashed in front of his eyes, and there was a phantom of a red-robed female cultivator standing in front of Qianqing with her back to Lin Zichu.

I saw the red-robed female cultivator wave her hand, and a vast amount of spiritual power gushed out, not only cutting off Lin Zichu's spirit-gathering array, but also satisfying the spiritual power Qian Qing needed to condense the golden elixir in an instant.

Immediately, Lin Zichu's wrist stopped bleeding, and he was overjoyed, he knew that Qianqing's sect would not let him be in danger alone, this woman must be Qianqing's backing.Lin Zichu stood up and approached Qianqing, eagerly said: "You..."

"Don't come over." The female nun in red said: "Fulong is restless, you are not cultivated enough, if you approach rashly, it will hurt you."

"Senior," Lin Zichu said in a hoarse voice, "I just want to know, is Ah Qing okay?"

The female cultivator in red seemed to be taken aback for a moment, she turned her head and gave Lin Zichu a favorable look.

After a while, he said softly, "Young master is fine, he just fell asleep. Just wait and see."

The red-robed female cultivator sat down with her back facing Lin Zichu, wrapped her arms around Qianqing's back and legs, and held him in her arms.There is a plump, round golden pill the size of a bird's egg condensed in Qianqing's dantian, which absorbs spiritual power and exudes an unfathomable aura.

The red-robed female cultivator had a serious face, she raised her right index finger, and pointed in the air three inches away from Qian Qing's forehead.

Fulong's figure struggled violently, but it seemed as if he had been squeezed seven inches. His manic aura was quickly and unwillingly suppressed, and the beast fell into a deep sleep again.

Only now did the female cultivator in red show a relieved expression.

She looked at Qian Qing who was sleeping in her arms, then at Lin Zichu, and said with a smile: "You are the young owner of the Lin family, Lin Zichu is here. Amao told me a lot about you... "

Lin Zichu took two steps forward, and sat down facing the red-robed nun.His eyes looked at Qian Qing motionlessly, and after he raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his lips, Lin Zichu said: "Senior, if I guessed correctly, you should be His Majesty Dongkun Immortal. fairy-"

The red-robed female cultivator interrupted, "Wanniang."

"..." Lin Zichu didn't know what to do.

The red-robed woman said: "You can call me Wanniang just like the young master. Child, raise your hand, and I will heal your wounds."

Lin Zichu looked embarrassed, paused, and raised his wrists.

Wanxian looked at the cut scar on Lin Zichu's wrist, and there seemed to be pearls shaking in her eyes, she sighed lightly, and put Qianqing into Lin Zichu's arms, while she held Lin Zichu's wrists respectively.

Lin Zichu only felt that the pain in his wrist that was originally slightly painful suddenly stopped. He was about to thank him, but Wanxian said first: "My good boy, Wanniang's old injury has flared up, and it's just hidden in the young man's chest on weekdays. Can't come out easily."

Lin Zichu couldn't help being startled, and subconsciously looked at the hideous wound on the chest of the red-robed nun.

Wanxian smiled and said, "With you by my side, I can finally feel at ease. But I don't know when we will meet next time?"

Saying that, Wanxian's phantom became more and more blurred, as if it was about to be transparent.

Lin Zichu's heart suddenly felt heavy in his hand, he looked down, and saw a round-mouthed porcelain bottle in his palm.

"Wan... Senior Wanniang," Lin Zichu said, "This is?"

The smiling face of the red-robed nun completely disappeared, leaving only a clear female voice.

"This is a fun thing for men's sex, you should use it well."

Lin Zichu looked embarrassed, and said, "We..."

It's just that Wanniang has already returned to Qianqing's heart, guarding silently, and will only appear when Qianqing encounters danger next time, and disappears.

Lin Zichu closed his mouth and fell silent.

He tightly held the round-mouthed porcelain vase in his right hand, and after being stiff for a while, he put the porcelain vase back into his sleeve.

The author has something to say: "Why do you seek the Tao? It means knowing your own mind as it really is."

The original sentence is "Yunhe bodhi? It means knowing one's own mind as it really is." OTL, don't hit me.