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

Seeing Immortal Yeling's appearance of figuring out the way, Qian Qing didn't care much at all, and she cheered up at this moment.

He leaned forward and asked:

"Master, I have opened this 'Wordless Heavenly Book', but I don't understand the contents..."

After finishing speaking, he handed over the rice paper and signaled Immortal Yeling to take a look.

Although the Yeling Immortal does not practice the way of controlling beasts, but in his realm, he has already reached the point where he can understand by analogy.

When he plunged his divine sense into the Wordless Heavenly Book, he was slightly taken aback, and then smiled.

"Okay. The owner of this Wordless Heavenly Book, who can study his own way so thoroughly and exquisitely, is considered a remarkable person. In today's world, there are no more than three people who can write this Wordless Heavenly Book. You I have never been to the other three continents, so it is not difficult to know that this wordless book was written by the old fairy Deng Lin."

Immortal Yeling talked eloquently, guessing the origin of the wordless book in Qianqing's hands in a few words, Qianqing couldn't help being taken aback when he heard it, he nodded: "That's right, it's indeed Old Immortal Deng Lin."

I felt a little admiration in my heart, so I sat towards the Yeling Immortal, and got closer, as if I forgot that the Yeling Immortal was teasing me just now.

Qian Qing couldn't help asking: "Master, this wordless book can hold countless words, why does it only have one word in my opinion?"

"because……"

Immortal Yeling lowered his voice and looked serious.

Qian Qing got closer, he held his breath, and sincerely asked for advice.

"Because..." Immortal Yeling patted Qianqing on the shoulder, and said, "Why, you can figure it out for yourself! It is absolutely impossible to rely on my ancestor for everything. You are also the leader of the Martial Arts Association after all, Why is your comprehension so poor, compared to your father, it is far behind!"

He took out the first token from his pocket and looked it up.

Qianqing leaned forward, was slapped by him, and almost fell down.

Hearing his words, Qianqing became even more furious. He stood up and drew out his sword: "Old man, what are you talking about? How dare you tease me over and over again... and still haven't returned the token!"

So I have to work hard with the Yeling Immortal.

Immortal Yeling withdrew his hand holding the token, and said, "Little guy, your outburst is so different from your father..."

"How dare you say it!"

Seeing that Qianqing was in a panic, Immortal Yeling laughed twice, and comforted him: "You have just been promoted to Nascent Soul, so it is better to meditate and breathe first to consolidate your cultivation. Stop making trouble, sit here quickly, and I will protect you, Patriarch. "

Qian Qing snorted, and after glancing at Immortal Yeling, she turned around and jumped down into the koi deep pool without looking back.

Seeing that he didn't want to sit side by side with Immortal Yeling, he was going down to find his partner.

Immortal Yeling hurriedly said: "Hey, brat, come up quickly. You have a special physique, and being too close to Lin Zichu will affect him."

Qian Qing heard Yeling Immortal speak, and knew in his heart that what he said was reasonable, but this Yeling Immortal lived alone all year round, and wanted to tease Qian Qing when she saw Qian Qing, which really made him irritated.

If she stays with the Immortal Yeling again, Qianqing is really afraid that she will do something like beat up her ancestors, so she dives down decisively, thinking: I stay away from my elder brother, why not?

Seeing Qianqing's actions without hesitation, Immortal Yeling stopped after calling a few times.

He sat alone by the koi pond.

After an unknown amount of time, the Immortal Yeling slowly took out the golden token from the lapel of his chest.

Staring at the six words "Look at me Qianqing, Jiashou" on it, Immortal Yeling raised his hand and wiped his eyes quietly, without letting anyone see it.

The fairy peak in the wild mountain, under the koi pond.

Qian Qing sat a little far away from Lin Zichu, meditating and practicing to get used to Yuan Ying's cultivation.

After a few days of painstaking practice, his aura became stronger and more refined, and the spiritual energy in his body moved more smoothly.

So Qianqing divided her mind and probed into the place where Fulong lived between her foreheads, trying to communicate with Fulong.

It's a pity that although Fulong showed a very affectionate look to Qianqing, for some reason, he never said a word again.

On this day, Qianqing sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the spirit stone in her hand, continuously absorbing the spirit energy into her body, then compressing it, and circulating it along the meridians of her body.

Practice is a boring thing, most of the time you have to accumulate like this, and you can't see any obvious results, only by accumulating steadily can you cultivate the right way.

Qian Qing seemed to be impatient and impatient, but what was strange was that when asked to sit cross-legged to meditate quietly, he never refused because of irritability.

Qianqing is not lazy, but Fulong beside him is not necessarily so.

I saw Fulong walking around Qianqing constantly, seeing Qianqing ignoring him, Fulong's eyes obviously showed impatience.

It circled around, suddenly raised its head, and arched Qianqing's elbow with its huge faucet.

If anyone else is here, they will be shocked by Fulong's acting like a baby at this moment.Is this still the most ferocious and unrecognizable beast Fulong in the legend?

Qian Qing was unmoved, because he had gotten used to it these days.

"Roar!"

Deliberately yelling into Qianqing's ear.

"Stop making trouble." Even though Fulong lowered his voice, Qianqing still felt a numb eardrum.

He closed his eyes and groped in his sleeves.After a while, a golden bell fish was pulled out.

Fu Long was very excited, and leaned forward, his saliva dripping on the ground.

Hearing a sound of gobbling, Fulong was not satisfied, and kept attacking Qianqing with his tail, sharp claws, and fangs, trying to interfere with his practice.

Even though it was an attack, his actions were very measured, and they were all stuck at the critical point where Qianqing felt pain and crisis.Let him not ignore it, so that he can't concentrate on practicing.

In this way, going back and forth several times, Qianqing couldn't help opening her eyes, and said angrily:

"What's wrong? It's so annoying today!"

Seeing Qianqing yelling sharply, Fulong was not afraid at all, it let out a soft growl, and suddenly swam its body vigorously, getting close to Qianqing.

Qian Qing raised her fist and wanted to hit him, but before she could strike, she was stunned.

All because he found that Fulong's swimming movements became extremely slow, as if to show something.

Qian Qing took a closer look and couldn't help but let out a soft "Huh".

Among the countless silver-white scales of Fulong, on the back of the neck, there is a dragon scale shining with golden light, which is particularly eye-catching.

And the direction of Fulong's swimming also shows that it is trying its best to show Qianqing this unique dragon scale.

"..."

Qianqing hesitated for a moment, and reached out to touch gently.

Before the hand touched, Fulong's tail slapped over with a "snap", knocking Qianqing's hand aside.

Qianqing's arm turned red and swollen high, he was so angry that he wanted to grab Fulong's beard.

At this moment, Fu Long turned his head sharply, pointed at his golden dragon scale, and grabbed it hard.

Only the sound of "stab" was heard, and a piece of bloody dragon scale was torn off neatly and held in Fulong's mouth.

Qian Qing's expression changed suddenly, and she shouted, "What are you doing?!"

Rushing forward, seeing the blood spray on the back of Fulong's neck, he subconsciously raised his hand to cover it.

However, when Qianqing's hand stretched forward, Fulong's head also made an attacking posture, aiming at Qianqing's palm.

If it was before, Qian Qing would definitely withdraw her hand and take precautions.

But for some reason, Qianqing suddenly had an inexplicable sense of trust in this vicious looking little dragon in just one month's time before the Martial Arts Competition ended.

Believe that it will not hurt yourself, because in this world, both of them have no father and no mother, and only the other party has been by their side since birth.

don't hide!

Qianqing didn't retreat with her right hand, and quickly stepped forward.

Fulong closed his mouth and aimed at Qianqing's palm.

When she met Qianqing, her kisses opened and closed, and with a grunt, something fell into Qianqing's palm.

Qianqing couldn't help being stunned.

It was a whole body of golden Fulong scales, stained with blood, exuding an astonishing aura.

"you……"

Qian Qing didn't move, she stared at the Dragon Scale in her hand with wide eyes.

Fu Long let out a roar, swam his body, and slowly landed on Qian Qing.

My shoulders are heavy, and my body hurts from the pressure.

But Qianqing didn't want to throw Fulong down at all, he turned his head and looked into Fulong's eyes.

Still cold and ferocious, without emotion.

But Qianqing seems to be able to see Fulong's flattery and intimacy.His palms slowly closed, tightly holding the scales in his hands.

According to legend, the young Fulong's body was silver and white, and when it became an adult, its body turned into golden scales.

This kind of scales contains extremely strong spiritual power, mixed with the blood of the flaming crane, it can neutralize the disadvantages of the cold dragon lying on the snow.

In the solution to Lin Zichu's physical problems left by the old fairy Deng Lin to Qianqing, it is written that the dragon scales mixed with blood are golden scales.

And the only crouching dragon in this world is the little dragon on his forehead, which is still young with only silver dragon scales.

Countless nights, Qianqing woke up from her dream.

Thinking of Lin Zichu's physical problems, he felt flustered, because he didn't know whether Yinlin could replace Jinlin and cure Lin Zichu.

And today, when Fulong put the torn scales into Qianqing's palm, Qianqing felt her eye sockets become hot all of a sudden.

This little dragon is his natal beast, and his heart and soul depend on each other without any gap.

Even Amao is not as closely connected with himself as it is.

It knows what Qianqing cares about and worries about.

"you……"

Qianqing's mind was agitated, she breathed heavily, coughed twice, and forced herself to calm down.

He gently stroked Fulong's forehead with his hand.

The left hand went down, pressing down on the silver forehead point in the middle of his forehead.

There is a dot between Qianqing's forehead, shining with silver light.

If you get closer, you will find that the silver lights are two intersecting chains.Accompanied by the frequency of Qianqing's breathing, the silver chain continued to exude a suppressive spirit, forming a formation to block the backlash of the crouching dragon between the foreheads.

At this time, Qianqing gathered her left hand together, and gently pinched the middle of the silver chain with five fingers.

Then, give it a hard pull!

Severe pain rushed into his mind, as strong as Qianqing, and he couldn't help moaning.

Dazzling silver light burst out from between Qian Qing's forehead, the light seemed to be able to breathe, continuously inhaling and exhaling.Within half a circle around Qianqing's body, the vast spiritual pressure almost shattered the space.

"I should have thought earlier, this spine..."

The veins in Qianqing's left hand bulged, and her whole body trembled under the pain, but she did not hesitate in her movements.

"no need."

After saying this, Qian Qing blatantly tore off the fairy master's spine from between his foreheads!

Fulong let out a roar, the sound waves vibrated, and went straight to the sky.

Since then, free again.

The vast world, let it roam.

ten days later.

The fairy peaks in the wild mountains, beside the koi pond.

A boy in red suddenly opened his eyes.

He is handsome, tall and thin, with a silver point on his forehead.

Although the silver point is small, it is engraved with the pattern of Fulong, which is lifelike, even the beard is very lifelike.

If you look carefully, the small Fulong pattern is still changing.

One moment he was still curled up in a sound sleep, and the next second he turned over and turned his head away from everyone.

The young man in red was sitting cross-legged on the ground, but with a clap of his right hand, he got up and moved forward.

Suddenly hearing the sound of water, a white shadow jumped out of the pool, splashing water everywhere.

The person who jumped out was Lin Zichu.

He saw that his face was pale and his expression was weak.

As soon as Fang jumped out of the pool, he was about to fall down.

Qian Qing hurriedly took a step forward, hugged him in her arms, and at the same time took off her shirt to cover Lin Zichu's icy body.

"Cangshu, how are you? Are you in good health?"

"Cough cough..."

Lin Zichu coughed twice, facing Qianqing, with cold water all over his face, he smiled with difficulty but extremely gently.

"I'm fine... Ah Qing... Thank you, master..."

Qianqing hugged Lin Zichu tightly, feeling so excited that she couldn't speak.

He knew that from today onwards, nothing could separate the two of them.

Qianqing accompanied Lin Zichu, and after he had gained some strength, she held his hand, facing the Immortal Yeling who was not far away, she suddenly knelt down on the ground and bowed in the distance.

Lin Zichu braced himself up and knelt beside Qianqing.

"Thank you, master, for saving your life. Qianqing and her husband will kowtow to you."

There is a beast crouching dragon between Qianqing's forehead, unable to touch the ground, but every movement is extremely pious.

Lin Zichu was very weak and his movements were slow, Qianqing waited for him, kowtowed eight times before stopping.

Immortal Yeling laughed twice, and his voice couldn't hide the tiredness.

"Good boy. Chu'er, are you feeling unwell?"

Lin Zichu's teeth chattered, and he said in a low voice, "No, I'm just a little cold..."

"That's a good thing." Immortal Yeling smiled. The cold dragon lying snow body monk's physique is extremely cold and overcast, and he will not feel cold easily. Lin Zichu's reaction at this moment just shows that his physical problem has been solved.

Thinking of this, Immortal Yeling heaved a sigh of relief and said:

"The mission for the two of you to come to me can be regarded as solved. In this case, you are ready to go down the mountain."

It was actually to let Qian Lin and the two leave Yeling Xianfeng as soon as possible.

Qianqing raised her head in astonishment, and looked at the gray-haired Immortal Yeling.

He was full of gratitude to Immortal Yeling, he didn't want to open his mouth to disobey, but asked: "Master, I heard your voice is weak, did you get hurt?"

Qian Qing had wanted to ask this question for a long time, deep down in her heart, she was really worried.

Everyone knows that the solution to the disadvantage of the cold dragon lying on the snow is very simple.

The body of the cold dragon lying in the snow can continuously move the pulse points of the monks upwards, just like filling water in a tank, it overflows when it is full.

Then use artificial means to empty the water tank, and then use corresponding means to control and resist the cold dragon's lying snow body when it is the weakest, and neutralize each other, won't the cold dragon's lying snow body monk be rescued?

Although this principle is simple, it is very difficult to operate.

It's all because monks with the Cold Dragon Lying Snow Body can only advance, not retreat.

Only when the cultivation base is almost overflowing, the short moment when the physical body explodes and the spiritual power is scattered and returned to the world, is it considered "empty".

What the Yeling Immortal is doing now is to take the risk of sending Lin Zichu to the guillotine, filling his body with aura, and when he explodes, rescue him in time, and use his means to subdue the cold dragon lying on the snow.

It sounds simple, but in fact it is extremely labor-intensive.Timing is extremely important, if you are not careful, you will ruin Lin Zichu's life.

Except for the Yeling Immortal, there are very few people in this world who can do this.

Otherwise, Elder Deng Lin would not have watched Lin Caiyun lose his soul in front of him.

He was really unsure and powerless, and finally ended up living and dying with Lin Caiyun.

Compared with the two of them, Qian Qing and Lin Zichu were much luckier, with the help of noble people, they finally cut off the sharp knife hanging above their heads.

But Qian Qing thought that all this was not very simple. Hearing the low voice of Yeling Immortal, she couldn't help asking.

Although Immortal Yeling also felt tired, it was inconvenient to show it in front of the junior at this moment.

"Hmph," Immortal Yeling said, "How can some insignificant spells hurt me?"

Qianqing didn't refute, but silently bowed a few more times.

Immortal Yeling was quite reluctant, and said ruthlessly, "Let's go, don't disturb my cultivation anymore."

"..."

Qianqing bent down on the ground for a while, although she knew that Linzichu was tired at the moment, she should listen to Yeling Immortal's words and lift him up to leave, but she thought that the great kindness of her master would be hard to repay, so she couldn't get up.

Immortal Yeling looked at Qianqing's bent back, feeling deeply moved in his heart, he sighed lightly, and pointed at Qianqing lightly.

A stack of letter paper engraved with monograms floated down in front of Qian Qing.

Another golden token, with a whoosh, got into Qianqing's Qiankun sleeve.

"Show this to Bai Zang, and he will understand that he will not obstruct your marriage anymore. This token will also return to its original owner. Qianqing, Chu'er, good boy... You guys, go down the mountain."

Startled, Qianqing took the letter.

Seeing the monogram on the letter paper clearly, it looks familiar.

It suddenly occurred to me that this was the imprint of Yeling Xianfeng, which was given to the Wangwo clan by the Yeling Immortal after the birth of the Immortal Lord Dongkun.

He knew in his heart what Immortal Yeling said was true, Qian Qing seemed to be choked by something in gratitude, and even her eyes felt a little hot.

Everyone said that Qianqing had a competitive personality and was ruthless, but in fact he still inherited his father's kind nature.

When others treat him well, he wants to treat others very well. He is a very emotional person.

Seeing that the Immortal Yeling had taken good care of her and Lin Zichu so far, Qianqing's eyes were firm and her expression was complicated, she paused for a moment, no longer hesitating.

He closed the fingers of his right hand and made a "pinch" motion.

The next moment, a slender spine appeared in Qianqing's hands.

The spine is completely transparent, shining with a holy white light.

The breath is restrained and strong, and there is a soft texture that embraces everything.

Looking at the spine, Yeling Immortal was stunned.

"This……"

"This is a relic left by my father." Qian Qing looked reluctant, took a last look at the spine, and let go of her fingers.

The spine seemed to have no weight, and it swayed towards the direction of Yeling Immortal.

At that moment, Immortal Yeling couldn't control it anymore, he stood up abruptly, took a step forward, and grabbed the spine in his hands.

The Yeling Immortal showed a sad and lonely expression on his face, he was holding on to the spine, his cheeks were trembling.

"This is me... the remains of my disciple Dongkun?"

Qianqing nodded, making a swallowing movement in her throat, this was the only thing left to him by his father.But Qianqing felt that it would be better to leave this backbone to the Yeling Immortal.

Qian Qing said softly: "Master Zu, I will hand over this spine to you."

Immortal Yeling couldn't describe his feelings.

He wanted to cry loudly, but also wanted to laugh loudly, and the expression on his face was a little distorted.

For so many years, the Yeling Immortal always wondered whether it was right or wrong for him to make up his mind at that time to take Wangwo Dongkun to Xianfeng.

Now that he knows that the destiny cannot be violated and Dongkun's fate is already doomed, no matter what he does, he can only continue his disciple's life and cannot change his fate, so why should he accept Dongkun as his disciple?

In the end, he heard that Dongkun died without a whole body. Did the Yeling Immortal regret it?

——Sorry!

Immortal Yeling was filled with remorse and tortured.

If I had known this before, why did I accept this apprentice and continue my life for him, and then watched him follow his own destiny and go to destruction?

However, when Qianqing took out the translucent spine with a glistening white light from her sleeve, she handed it to Immortal Yeling.

Immortal Yeling felt the gentle and broad breath entwined on his spine, which was like a tide.

Vaguely, he seemed to see the child who climbed the fairy mountain alone and fought back tears back then.

Why doesn't he regret it?

Trapped in the cage, he watched Dong Kun's miserable situation before his death, but he couldn't break free from his birth and save his apprentice's life.

Every time I think of that time, how many times, Immortal Yeling regrets wanting to die.

But, but.

Immortal Yeling suddenly raised his head, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, tears streaming down his face in an instant.

He only heard him say in a long voice: "Dongkun, my good apprentice! If there is an afterlife, I will be a master and apprentice again..."

Immortal Yeling burst into tears, he knelt on the ground, his shoulders shrugged.

Keng Keng Keng.

Three copper coins fell from the sky, fell to the ground, and turned into sticks.

A stick came out of the tube, and the tip of the tip had a faint flash of white light, which complemented the fairy master's spine. From a distance, it looked like the tearful eyes of the Yeling fairy.

The sign reads:

Take the mantle of the immortal master and make Wande a saint.

Taking the common people as a blessing, the birds landed on the branches again.

Right, right, right.

Sign on.

Rumbling--

Not far away, thunder roared, the sky was dark, and it was about to rain.

A boy in red, holding the hand of a monk in white, stepped down the fairy mountain and walked back.

Qianqing tightly held the letterhead with the monogram of Yeling Xianfeng in her hand, her expression was solemn and she remained silent.

Lin Zichu knew Qian Qing's thoughts, and gently patted the back of his hand to express his comfort.

Qian Qing forced a smile, and was about to speak when she suddenly heard a burst of noise.

Qianqing let out a "huh" and looked up.

Then I saw countless moving heads appearing at the foot of Yeling Xianfeng Mountain.

From a distance, it is very lively.

However, the Immortal Yeling lived alone on the fairy mountain, and the fairy peak was like a ruthless cage, which gave the Immortal Yeling unrivaled strength, but also brought him despair that he could not escape.

However, unlike the desolation at the top of Yeling Xianfeng, the closer to the foot of the mountain, the more noisy and lively it is.

It turns out that Yeling Immortal's way of cultivation is very special. Although the power he uses is also drawn from the spirit stone, the calculation and prediction is completely different from the usual way, and he can only use it with the help of the power of incense.

The so-called incense is the most powerful with the power of mortal wishes.

At the foot of Yiyeling Peak, many temples and Taoist temples have been set up for ordinary people to ask for lottery and hexagrams.

It is difficult for immortal cultivators to enter Yeling Xianfeng, but the temples and Taoist temples at the foot of the mountain are like a large teleportation formation that communicates with the mortal world, making it easy for mortals to enter.

Ordinary people think that they are stepping into the mortal Taoist temple, but they don't know that they have stepped into the fairyland.

At this moment, when Qianqing saw these surging human heads, they were naturally mortals brought here specially by the Yeling Immortal to offer the power of incense to the Immortal Cultivator.

"It's rare for a place of immortal cultivation to be so noisy." Qian Qing said, "I don't know if something happened."

Knowing Qianqing's young mind at the beginning, Lin Zichu nodded slightly and said, "Why don't you go up and have a look."

Unexpectedly, Qianqing shook her head, but there was still a trace of longing in her eyes as she looked at the crowd.

Lin Zichu was stunned, and smiled, "You're worried that I'm tired, aren't you? Ah Qing, I'm just a mortal, so it's okay. Besides, I also want to join in the fun."

Having said that, Qianqing no longer refuses.

His right hand made a "wiping" motion, and spiritual power flashed from his palm.

In the next instant, all the majestic immortal battle robes on Qianqing and Lin Zichu disappeared, and turned into two ordinary clothes.

At a glance, apart from their bright eyes, they are not like ordinary people, but they are two young and handsome ordinary teenagers.

Qian Qing grabbed Lin Zichu's knees, hugged him in her arms, and said, "I'm worried that someone will harm Yeling Xianfeng. It's inconvenient for Master to go out of the mountain, so go and have a look before leaving. Cang Shu, hold me tight, we Go and come back."

At the beginning of Linzi, there is no objection.

The two moved and walked towards the noisy place.

Looking from a distance, the temple was crowded with people, it seemed a little too lively.

When he got closer, he realized that countless mortals were scrambling to trot forward, shouting and writhing, even hitting Qian Lin without stopping.

Qianqing put Lin Zichu down, carefully guarded it in her right arm, grabbed a running man with her left hand, and asked, "Brother, what happened in front?"

"Dead...dead! Ahead...there are monsters in front!!" The man was trembling with fright, his face was pale, and he shouted in a voice that seemed to be moaning: "Run!"

"Monster?" Qian Qing was taken aback, wondering what kind of monster is so powerful and dares to play wild in Yeling Xianfeng.

"Let go of me, I want to go home..." The man was timid, almost crying, struggling to ask Qian Qing to let him go.

Qian Qing looked at him and couldn't explain why, seeing the man was terrified, she patted him on the shoulder comfortingly and let him go.

"Cang Shu, you stay here, I'll go and find out."

But Lin Zichu shook his head, and grabbed Qianqing with his backhand.

Seeing his firm expression, Qian Qing thought that no one could touch the two of them in the land of the Yeling Immortal, so she took Lin Zichu's hand and walked forward against the flow of people.

Not far away, there is a Yuelao temple where ordinary people seek marriage for their offspring.

Among the thousands of temples on Yeling Xianfeng, this Yuelao Temple is the most prosperous, with constant incense.

Ordinary people say, "If you want husband and wife to grow old together, you can come to the old temple in the mountains."

"Old Temple" refers to this Yuelao Temple, because this temple is extremely effective in divination and fortune-telling, and ordinary people are convinced and sincerely worship.

They believe that lovers who share the same mind, as long as they come to Yuelao Temple to worship together, they can grow old forever and never be separated.

At this time, Qianqing and Lin Zichu also came here hand in hand, of course they didn't ask for a lottery like ordinary people, but just wanted to see what "monsters" were here.

A large number of mortals swarmed out from the Yuelao Temple.

What ordinary people can't see is that there are green fluorescent lights constantly flashing under their feet, and the formation works, sending them one by one out of Yeling Xianfeng and back to their original place.

Soon, apart from Qianqing and Lin Zichu in front of the Yuelao Temple, there were only thirteen people in purple clothes and one bronze-skinned man in animal skins left.

Including Qian Lin, all 16 people present restrained their breath and turned into mortals.

But anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that the 16 people present were all monks, and five of them had cultivation bases higher than Qian Lin's, and they were probably cultivators of Huashen.

The thirteen monks in purple clothes seemed to have glanced at Qianqing and Lin Zichu, and after a cold snort, they turned their gazes to look at the bronze-skinned animal skin monk.

"Hongxun, my lord respects the Yeling Immortal and doesn't want to disturb his old man, so we all pretend to be mortals and restrain our breath. This behavior is to sell the face of Dongkun Immortal Master, don't embarrass us anymore. Hurry up and hand over the evil beasts in the Yuelao Temple, and if you try to obstruct us, we won't be polite!"

Qian Qing saw that the animal-skin monk was very familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, she knew that this person was the monk who obstructed her when she first climbed to Yeling Xianfeng.

He also heard others calling him "Hongxun", which was even more familiar, but no matter what, he couldn't remember where he heard the word "Hongxun".

It was still Lin Zichu who shared the same mind with Qian Qing, seeing him frowning and thinking, Lin Zichu leaned into his ear and said softly: "Hong Xun is the name of the disciple of the outer sect of the master."

Qianqing let out a low 'oh', and only then remembered that when she saw the three long-mouthed copper coins, they roared loudly, asking Hongxun to go up the mountain to beat their legs for them.

Hong Xun folded his arms, stood in front of Yuelao Temple, sneered, and said: "The sacred place of Yeling Xianfeng, how can you allow you to come in and out at will?"

The thirteen purple-shirted monks immediately made a fuss: "How can you tolerate that unscrupulous beast coming in and out at will?"

"Get out of the way!"

"Hand over the beast!"

"Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

The thirteen Zishan monks surrounded the Yuelao Temple with your words and my words.

Listening to their conversation, Qianqing gradually understood the cause and effect of the matter.

The thirteen Zishan monks seemed to be chasing and killing something, and they called it "evil animal", all the way to Yeling Xianfeng.

Just as he was about to grab the thing, Hong Xun intervened and blocked the Zishan monks, not allowing them to enter the Yuelao Temple.

Of course, these things cannot be seen by mortals, presumably it was Hong Xun who used some means to drive away mortals.

As a result, many mortals would be frightened and would not dare to come to the Yuelao Temple again. Recently, the incense burning in Yeling Xianfeng has decreased a lot, no wonder Hongxun's expression is so stiff and angry.

"The people in the temple have a lot to do with Yeling Immortal. As long as I have a breath today, I won't ask you to break into it."

Cultivator Zishan was aggressive. Seeing that Hong Xun was not at the high level of Yuanying's cultivation and was weaker than his own monks by a big realm, it was too arrogant to try to stop him beyond his limits.

Some of the purple-shirted monks scolded repeatedly: "I don't know how to flatter you, let me show you the tricks of the young man!"

However, how many scruples are there on the Yeling Immortal behind Hongxun, he is the real No. 1 Immortal Cultivator in Zhengwuzhou, and he dare not provoke him easily.

Seeing this, Qianqing sneered, took a step forward, and suddenly interjected: "Young masters are very skilled, why don't you use them to show us."

Cultivator Zishan had already seen the two of Qianlin, but they not only disguised themselves as mortals, but also restrained their aura very well, so they didn't know which side they belonged to for a while.

After hearing this, one of the Zishan monks said confidently: "Who are you, you are not allowed to interrupt here!"

Hong Xun took a look at Qian Qing and Lin Zichu, and his voice was a little cold when he spoke.

"These two are distinguished guests of Yeling Xianfeng, if you are rude again, Hong Xun will not be polite."

Cultivator Zishan choked, and his momentum suddenly weakened.

They knew that Hong Xun had one thing to say and another to say two, so they wouldn't lie to others with nonsense.

Since it is said to be a distinguished guest, it is naturally a noble person with a high status.

Cultivator Zishan is just a disciple of the Zhengwuzhou Small Sect, and he dared not offend the nobles after all because he was young and mischievous.

I had no choice but to speak kindly to Qian Lin and the two, saying:

"Fellow Daoist, don't intervene at will. Do you know who is hiding in the Yuelao Temple in Yeling Xianfeng?"

"No matter who it is," Qian Qing glanced sharply at the thirteen purple-shirted monks, her imposing manner said, "You dare to act wildly in Yeling Xianfeng, you are really brave."

He was imposing, obviously on Hong Xun's side.

The thirteen Zishan monks were silent for a while, looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

The leader Zishan monk paused, and said with difficulty: "Daoist friend, there is a sword spirit guardian beast hidden in the Yuelao Temple, it is a sinful immortal. He slaughtered the lives of mortals and was hunted down by various sects. Let's chase him After several days, he was finally severely injured, who would have thought that he would flee here and disturb the sanctuary of Yeling Xianfeng. I also hope that you will hand him over and let us escort him back to the sect for an explanation."

Hearing the word "Bai Ren", Qian Qing and Lin Zichu were stunned at the same time, showing expressions of shock and astonishment.

The next moment, the two looked at each other.

On the side, Hong Xun stood in the same posture, still folded his arms and stood outside the Yuelao Temple, his eyes were calm.

Obviously he already knew the identity of the person hiding in Yuelao Temple.

Qian Qing couldn't help but frown.

His master, Feng Zhaoming, has a weak personality, and he is very introverted in his dealings with others, and does not easily reveal his emotions.

However, Feng Zhaoming is just a young monk who is less than a thousand years old after all, and Qian Qing gets along with him day and night, and from the little details, it can be found that Master actually has a good impression of Sect Master Bai Ren.

Although he didn't know why Sect Master Bai Ren wanted to "slaughter the lives of mortals", but thinking of Sect Master Bai Ren's paranoid friendship with Feng Zhaoming, he could understand with his feet that this matter might have something to do with Feng Zhaoming.

Qianqing still doesn't know the ins and outs of the matter, but subconsciously, she has already made plans.

Lin Zichu looked at Qian Qing's eyes and knew what he meant.

Qianqing took a step forward, covered her face with her right hand, and wiped it lightly.

Behind the palm, what appeared was Qianqing's original appearance.

Seeing Qianqing's sharp eyes, she said sharply:

"I'm Qian Qing, who looks after me from the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, the Sect Master of Bairen... I will take over the escort of Bairen. If anyone refuses to accept, please take a step forward."

The Zishan monks all showed shocked expressions. It is hoped that after Qianqing won the first place in the martial arts event, the picture scroll with his appearance was widely praised among the four continents. Everyone present knew that the young monk in front of him, Just look at me Qianqing himself.

Not to mention that I hope that Qianqing will defeat many famous monks such as Bo Xichencheng, Lou Fengsui, Li Wudao, etc. at the initial stage of Jindan, breaking the record of tens of thousands of years, with powerful force.

Just talking about his identity as the immortal master's legacy, how close he is to the immortal Yeling.

If Cultivator Zishan really wants to do something, he has to think carefully about whether he can hurt Qianqing's little finger, or if he really hurts him, Immortal Yeling, who is known as the "No. [-] Immortal Cultivator" Mahayana monks, how to fight them desperately.

Thinking of this, even though the Zishan cultivator was angry in his heart and desperately wanted to capture the sword spirit guardian beast in the temple back to the sect and receive the reward, he had to endure it, sheathed his sword, turned around and stomped away.

After Zishan monk left from Yeling Xianfeng, Qianqing and Lin Zichu saluted Hongxun.

"Brother, thank you for solving the problem of Sect Master Bairen. This person and my master..."

"You're welcome." Hong Xun interrupted Qian Qing coldly, and said, "I'm just following the orders of Master Yeling Immortal. After the danger is over, quickly take away the people in the temple, don't ruin the incense of this temple, Affect the practice of Master Yeling Immortal."

After saying that, Hong Xun turned around and left, no matter Qian Qing Lian Sheng shouted, she didn't turn her head to say another word.

"This person..."

Qian Qing rubbed her nose, then turned to Lin Zichu and said, "Cang Shu, when I heard 'Bai Ren', I thought I was wrong. But they also said that the sword spirit guards the beast... This month, the old man is hiding in the temple. Yes, is it really the Bairen Sect Master of the Kaiyuan Sword Sect?"

Lin Zichu shook his head, indicating that he was not clear, and said: "Let's go and have a look."

Qianqing frowned.

It is really unimaginable that Sect Master Bai Ren, who is so beautiful, was forced by more than a dozen sect disciples to flee to the temple where ordinary people seek marriage.

"Does Master Feng know what happened in the past twenty days?..."

Qianqing held Lin Zichu's hand, and the two walked side by side to Yuelao Temple.

In the temple, blood was everywhere.

The amount of blood is so large that at first glance, the temple is dyed like a purgatory. It really looks like a place where a murder happened. No wonder mortals are so frightened when they run away, shouting 'dead' and so on.

The leaves of the marriage tree in the courtyard fell all over the ground, stained purple with blood.

The bloodstains dragged all the way to the paper door of the temple.

Qianqing put her right hand on the paper door and pushed gently.

There was only a "creak--" sound, and the old paper door made an overwhelmed sound.

In the Yuelao Temple, there are many red pillars and lanterns hanging high.

Under the Yuelao statue carved according to the appearance in the hearts of mortals, lies a clouded leopard with a black body.

The clouded leopard is huge, and its fur is no longer shiny.

A huge scar cut off from the left chest of the clouded leopard, across the ribs, almost cutting the clouded leopard in two.

Under serious injury, the clouded leopard had shortness of breath and extremely high body temperature, so it could only lie on the ground, bleeding profusely.

Hearing the sound, the clouded leopard looked over coldly, the fur on the back of its neck stood up.

Although they were very different from the person in their impression, Qian Lin and the others knew it when they saw Yun Leopard's eyes.

Not bad.

This is indeed Sect Master Bairen.

Those eyes seemed to be shrouded in thick fog, lifeless, and had been blind for a long time.