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

Optimus Pillar, Town Contamination Peak, Banxie Pavilion.

The owner of this fairy mountain is indifferent, young but mature.

He doesn't show his emotions easily, although he practiced the domineering and arrogant way of fighting, he himself likes to meditate and doesn't want to associate with others.

Over time, Xianxiu of Zhengyang Immortal Sect would not easily come to Zhenhui Peak to disturb Immortal Feng Zhaoming. Immortal Peak is lonely and lonely all year round, just like its owner, as quiet as ancient water, without any waves.

However, today, outside the Zhenhui Peak's Banxie Pavilion, it is surrounded by monks from all the major immortal sects, bustling and bustling, and everywhere they go, there are human figures.

"Feng Xianjun, at the beginning you thought that Bai Ren could not use his spiritual power because he was dug out of the inner alchemy by you, but after you returned the inner alchemy to him, he was still unable to return to his original state. Killed the remnants of the Sword Beast Clan."

"You disclose this matter and tell Immortal Master Changsheng, and I also say that you are still the leader of the fair and righteous fairy. Immortal Lord Changsheng ordered you to arrest Bairen, the sinful immortal, and seek justice for those one hundred innocent mortals. Then One day you clearly wounded that evil animal with your fairy sword, why did you let him go at a critical moment?"

These monks blocked the gate outside the Banxie Pavilion firmly. From a distance, it seemed that many flies saw the peach fruit and scrambled to lie on it.

Two fairies, Qingfeng and Mingyue, stood guard outside the Banxie Pavilion, one on the left and the other on the right, blocking the people who tried to break into the pavilion.

"Feng Xianjun was punished by the Immortal Lord and ordered to confine him, and he was not allowed to leave the Banxie Pavilion for half a step, and he was unable to meet everyone, please forgive me."

However, the voices of the two were quickly drowned out in the crowd.

"Bairen, the sinful immortal, committed a heinous crime in order to satisfy his own selfish desires. Among the mortals killed by him, there is also my blood left before I became an immortal."

"Hmph, the remnants of the Sword Beast clan in Bairen's belly are probably the offspring of your Feng Xianjun. In this way, what is the difference between you and Bairen's selfishness?"

"Feng Zhaoming, what you have done really makes my generation of immortal cultivators despise you."

Qingfeng and Mingyue had blue veins popping up on their foreheads, and they really wanted to yell: "Nonsense!"

At this moment, a clear and bright male voice came from the Banxie Pavilion, interrupting them in time.

"Qingfeng, you and Mingyue retreat."

The two Taoist boys turned their heads to look at the plaque hanging high in the Banxie Pavilion, and said:

"Feng Jun, you..."

"It's okay."

Inside the house, Feng Zhaoming said neither humble nor overbearing: "Immortal Lord Changsheng doesn't allow me to go out, but he didn't say that others are not allowed in. Get out of the way."

As soon as the voice fell, there was silence outside the door.

Qingfeng and Mingyue came out from the crowd to relieve their anger, and said, "My master invites everyone to enter the pavilion."

However, although all the monks were arguing endlessly, none of them dared to take a step forward and pushed open the gate of Banxie Pavilion.

Who doesn't know that this Feng Xianjun has a strong cultivation base, and is Zhengwuzhou's well-deserved "combat power No. 1"?

It's okay to yell around outside, but if you really want to do something, who can please him?

Besides, in any case, it is not convenient to take action on this monk who is very likely to become one of the four masters in the future on the territory of Zhengyang Xianzong.

Qingfeng sneered twice, bowed and stretched out his hand, urging: "Please, come in quickly."

"..."

The monks muttered, "Forget about today."

"It's a little impolite to break into the evil pavilion privately. I will make a decision after asking the Immortal Lord Changsheng in the future."

"Feng Zhaoming, don't be complacent, we will come again in the future to seek justice for my innocent blood!"

During the noise, the monks who surrounded the Banxie Pavilion finally dispersed.

Looking at Zhenhui Peak, which was covered in fallen bamboo and grass, Qingfeng sighed softly, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't knock on the door of the Xie Pavilion.

Let Feng Jun clean up for a while.

Inside the Pavilion of Dispelling Evil, there is an incense burner with animal heads, with green smoke curling up and a strange fragrance tangling.

Amidst the smog, Feng Zhaoming sat cross-legged in only a moonlight robe.

His back is as straight as a bamboo, and under his vermilion eyebrows, there are a pair of star-like eyes.

No matter how noisy the outside world is, this fairy's expression is still so calm, and he treats the outside world as nothing.

Feng Zhaoming's mood was unprecedentedly peaceful and firm.

Then I saw Xianjun stretching out his hand, a plain handkerchief hung in a pair of thin and long palms.

Feng Zhaoming raised his hands slightly, and then tied the plain handkerchief firmly on the bridge of his nose, covering his eyes.

At this time, Feng Zhaoming was sitting there quietly, his eyes were covered and he couldn't see.

Although it looks like he is practicing meditation, in fact Feng Zhaoming has sealed all the spiritual energy in his body, neither swallowing spiritual energy nor circulating the sky.

Just like a mortal, he got up to wash clothes, tidy up his appearance, clean up the chessboard, grind his pen and ink, instead of calling the fairy boy, he did everything by himself.

Feng Zhaoming, as the head of the Immortal Sovereign of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, is the seed of the future Immortal Venerable. It is really incomprehensible for Feng Zhaoming to do such a thing for no reason.

Feng Zhaoming also knew that his actions were weird, so he didn't call Qingfeng Mingyue in these days, and just stayed alone.

More than [-] years ago, Feng Zhaoming had not yet been brought into the Zhengyang Immortal Sect by the Immortal Lord Dongkun, and he was also a poor orphan. He was used to these trivial matters.

At this time, even if the status has been honored for nearly a thousand years, it is not strange to start again.

It's just that I'm not used to not being able to look behind me. Feng Zhaoming moves slowly, stretching his hands forward, groping constantly.

Hitting the corner of the table from time to time, unable to tell the direction, the majestic fairy would also stop in place, stunned for a while.

Such a day is like the tranquility before the storm, revealing a hint of danger.

A few days later, outside the Banxie Pavilion, it became noisy again.

Qingfeng and Mingyue hurried forward, knocked on the door lightly, and reported:

"Feng Xianjun, all the immortal cultivators outside the door have important matters to discuss with you, all because..."

When he was about to explain, a tsunami of cursing poured in continuously, interrupting the breeze.

"Feng Zhaoming! You traitor, the little fairy master was originally good, but you have taught me everything."

"What's the benefit of him assisting Bai Ren, the sinful immortal, to escape? He must have listened to your instigation to do something stupid."

"You are a genius who is rare in ten thousand years. You were confused for a while, and you were bewitched by a demon."

"Come out quickly, capture Bairen, and make atonement for your sins. Otherwise, your fame in this life will be defeated by the remnants of the sword beast clan!"

Feng Zhaoming still had the plain silk cloth tied in front of his eyes.

Although he can't see these days, his hearing has become more acute.

Listening to the fierce cursing outside the door, Feng Zhaoming's fingers under the white clothes curled up invisibly.

Muttering: "What... Qianqing, he..."

Feng Zhaoming was imprisoned in Zhenhui Peak, so he didn't know much about what happened outside the peak, but he could understand the ins and outs of some things through the few words of cursing outside the door.

For example, when Qian Qing and Lin Zichu met Bai Ren who was seriously injured and was on the run, they not only covered him, but also escorted him to the Optimus Pillar.

Feng Zhaoming was sitting quietly on the bed, his clothes were spotless, and he had the posture of a fairy who did not enter the world.

However, when he heard the two of Qian Lin messing around, and when Bai Ren, who was supposed to escape here, reappeared on the Optimus Pillar, Feng Zhaoming couldn't bear it anymore. He frowned deeply, and his mind was unsteady. It's also a bit messy.

"..."

At this moment, another angry breathing sound suddenly appeared in the room, it was an extremely weak sound.

This sound startled Feng Zhaoming, because with his cultivation level, he didn't notice anything unusual in the room before.

Distraught, Feng Zhaoming raised his hand and took off the handkerchief covering his eyes.

After a long time without seeing the sun, the sudden sunshine made Feng Zhaoming frown.

After thinking about it, Feng Zhaoming clasped his hands together, and then slowly pulled them apart.

A circular transparent enchantment tightly wraps the Banxie Pavilion, blocking the noisy sound of internal and external communication.

The room became quiet again, Feng Zhaoming just heard the source of the gasping sound.

He paused, stood up, and whispered to the shadow of the wooden table in the corner.

"……Who?"

The thick black shadow moved slowly, and it seemed that a trace of outline could be vaguely seen.

Feng Zhaoming's pupils suddenly shrank.

He took another step forward and asked in a low voice, "Who?"

Then there was a rustling sound, a black clouded leopard covered in blood and bruises, hesitantly stepped out of the shadows, and appeared in front of Feng Zhaoming.

At that moment, extremely complex emotions flashed in Feng Zhaoming's eyes, which finally turned into anger and unwillingness.

The forbearance and calmness of these days seemed to pass away, Feng Zhaoming rushed to take down the fairy sword Nine Questions hanging on the wall.

The fairy sword came out of its sheath, and made a trembling sound of "Zheng!", and the sword's edge was cold, and it was surprisingly sharp.

"... I said before, if you appear in front of me again, I will not let you go."

"..."

Feng Zhaoming holds the sword with one hand, the tip of the sword is pointing downwards, pointing at Bairen.

He remembered that day, when Bai Ren had no power to resist, he was caught without a fight.Not only did he let Bai Ren go under the watchful eyes of everyone, but he also helped him escape. It was an unforgivable crime. Feng Zhaoming said in a cold voice, "Don't get out!"

The black clouded leopard bent down, kneeling on the ground, its furry head lowered deeply, and a whimper sounded from its throat.

Seeing Feng Zhaoming's angry face, Yunbao didn't dare to move. He still lay on his stomach, with his ears lowered to the top of his head, but raised his dull eyes, intending to look at Feng Zhaoming.

In those eyes that should have been emotionless, there was timidity and... firmness that was not well hidden.

Feng Xianjun's hand, which has always been extremely steady, seemed to be unable to hold the sword at this moment.

The expression in his eyes was complicated, after struggling for a long time, Feng Zhaoming sighed inaudibly.

With a sound of "Hang Lang", he let go of his right hand and threw the Immortal Sword Nine Questions aside.

"……come over."

Feng Zhaoming knelt on the ground, took Yunbao into his arms with both hands, and hugged him tightly.

The clouded leopard limped forward, limped up to Feng Zhaoming, walked more and more slowly, did not notice Feng Zhaoming's obvious resistance, and then got into his arms, curled up his body.

The clouded leopard was seriously injured. After curling up its body, it revealed a wound on its abdomen that had not solidified.

The pungent smell of blood completely concealed the sandalwood in Banxie Pavilion, Feng Zhaoming frowned slightly, holding the clouded leopard in his arms with one hand, while covering the wound with the other.

Suddenly, the spiritual light appeared, and the golden core hidden in Bai Ren's body circulated leisurely, and after a while, the clouded leopard lightened and turned into a human form.

It is the nature of the Sword Beast Clan that Bairen's spiritual power is imprisoned and transformed into its original form.

Feng Zhaoming couldn't restore his spiritual power, but he could still maintain his human form.

Bai Ren was undressed, his face was flushed, his breathing was short of breath, and he was obviously seriously injured.

However, he didn't seem to take it seriously, Bai Ren tilted his head and leaned against Feng Zhaoming's chest. After a while, he raised his hand with difficulty, and gently touched Feng Xianjun's face.

The hands were bloody and trembling.

"Xian..."

Bai Ren spoke with a hoarse voice, as if he had hurt his throat.

He struggled to call: "Xian'er..."

Feng Zhaoming hugged him tighter, and the white obscene clothes were instantly stained with blood.

"...Stop talking."

"No," Bai Ren swallowed, his breathing became more rapid, he struggled and said, "I want to say, I... have something to tell you."

"..."

Feng Zhaoming let the person in his arms use those cold fingers to stroke his nose bridge and eyebrows tremblingly over and over again.

"These days, I escaped to a Yuelao temple where ordinary people seek marriage. That Yuelao temple is located at the foot of Yeling Xianfeng Mountain. Ordinary people believe that as long as couples love each other with their hearts, sincerely, and kneel down to worship Yuelao, they will be able to get married. Life after life, never to be separated."

"..."

Bai Ren's eyes had tears rolling down his face: "If only this was the legend I heard when I was young; if only the Sword Beast people believed in such a simple method. Then I just... I just want Holding your hand, together with you, kowtow a few times there, and ask for a lottery, and I will be with you forever...forever. Haha, it's so easy, isn't it great..."

Bai Ren spoke very slowly, but Feng Zhaoming just listened quietly, holding him in his arms.

——In the legend of the Sword Beast Clan, if you successfully give birth to your lover's offspring, then the two will be inseparable from generation to generation, forever and ever.

All the members of the Sword Beast Clan believed in this statement. They signed a contract with mortals and gave birth to offspring at the cost of mortals' hearts and souls.

Bai Ren's eyes had violent emotional fluctuations. He closed his eyes, and long tears flowed down the corners of his eyes to his chin.

Bai Ren's side face was pressed against Feng Zhaoming's chest, his clothes were wet with tears.

It wasn't until Bai Ren's face was covered with tears that Feng Zhaoming raised his hand and gently wiped it for him.

Bairen murmured:

"...Why am I so stupid."

"Why did I believe it? If I hadn't done that, it would have been nice to have stopped when that mortal asked for help."

"...I just want to be with you...but why... so difficult..."

Bairen's feelings for Feng Zhaoming are like holding a torch against the wind.

Those who want to carry a torch against the wind will inevitably suffer from burning hands.

"Xian'er, I've been by your side all these years, have I...did I make you hard?"

Bai Ren couldn't bear it any longer, he tightly gripped the fabric of Feng Zhaoming's chest, sobbing and said: "I regret it so much..."

"Shhh." Feng Zhaoming hid all of Bairen's tears in his palms and squeezed them tightly, he leaned close to Bairen's ear, and gently kissed the side of Bairen's ear.

"You don't have to say, I understand. I understand everything."

Unbearable, he turned his head away, trembling all over.

Feng Zhaoming hugged his arm even tighter.

He lowered his head deeply, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes.

After this, Feng Zhaoming and Bai Ren leaned together quietly, and no one made a sound.

They sat for nine days from the darkness of the clouds to Yanggu when the sun rose.

Everything in the world is like nothing.

The surroundings were silent.

I do not know how long it has been.

The first ray of sunlight shines through the paper window, reflecting on Bairen's blood-stained face.

Feng Zhaoming looked down at Bai Ren's face that seemed to be sleeping peacefully, without saying a word.

"...Is it dawn?"

Bai Ren, who was leaning against Feng Zhaoming's arms, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were dull, but he didn't feel sleepy.

"……Um."

In fact, even though Bairen didn't say anything, Feng Zhaoming understood when he appeared in front of Feng Zhaoming's eyes.

He understood that Bai Ren came here this time because he wanted Feng Zhaoming to personally send him a ride, so as to wash away the stain of Feng Zhaoming letting Bai Ren go, so as to ensure that Feng Xianjun will have a smooth journey in the future and ascend the throne of Xianzun.

Before dying, Bairen wanted to see him one last time.

"Feng Zhaoming, don't hide in the house and pretend to be dead."

"You are bewitched by evildoers, and you are blinded by sex..."

The enchantment formation that Feng Zhaoming displayed was failing, and a large number of noisy insults outside the door rushed towards him like a tsunami, breaking free from the gap in the enchantment.

Feng Zhaoming turned a deaf ear to it, he just lowered his head as Bairen wished, and looked at him with perfect eyes.

Feng Zhaoming didn't say anything or do anything.

The love is deep, the mind is connected, and words are useless.

Bai Ren smiled slightly, raised his hand, stroked Feng Zhaoming's eyebrows carefully with his fingertips, and then hugged Feng Zhaoming's neck tightly.

He sighed and said in a low voice:

"I'm so lucky in my life. Even though you didn't say it, I knew you liked me the most in this world when you let me escape that time."

"..."

Bai Ren smiled and said, "Xian'er went into the mud and water for me, but I don't know likes and dislikes...Xian'er, I'm ready."

"..."

Hearing these words, Feng Zhaoming's body trembled slightly.

His tears fell drop by drop on Bai Ren's face, but Feng Zhaoming insisted on not making any sound.

"Xian'er, don't cry, don't cry."

Seeing Feng Zhaoming like this, Bai Ren couldn't bear to tremble all over, he hooked the corners of his mouth, his expression twisted, and he wanted to smile.

But still shed tears.

"...Did I make you sad again?"

"No." Feng Zhaoming's eyes were red, he hugged Bairen tightly, and said softly: "I have never had such a happy moment. If there is a next life..."

The noisy and insulting voices outside became even harsher, almost covering up Feng Zhaoming's words.

Feng Zhaoming stopped, and he kissed Bai Ren's cold lips very lightly and seriously.

Stretch your right hand back, making a "take" movement.

A pure red battle robe suddenly appeared in Xianjun's right hand.

This battle robe with wide sleeves and belt is Feng Zhaoming's regular uniform.

At this time, Feng Zhaoming wrapped him around Bai Ren.

Bai Ren remained motionless, letting Feng Zhaoming put on his clothes.

The red dress was slightly ill-fitting, and the hem covered Bairen's feet.

"Okay."

Bai Ren smiled and said, "Xian'er, this is the wedding dress you put on for me."

Feng Zhaoming didn't say a word, looked him up and down, evened out the wrinkles on Bai Ren's back, and then hugged him in his arms again.

In the next instant, a red light flashed.

The two people in the house have dispersed like smoke and disappeared.