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

Lin Zichu smiled slightly, suddenly thought of something, leaned into Qianqing's ear, and said softly: "Today, 'that one' is going to visit Xianzong. Are you and I not staying in Xianzong, just in case? "

"……that one?"

Qian Qing was stunned for a moment, but she immediately came to her senses.

He smiled and said: "That one, you should have woken up early to discipline his naughty only son, who has been delayed until today, causing you and me a lot of trouble. Now I will definitely not ask you and me to stay here on a special trip, don't go It’s the reason why I don’t care about Father Zun, but I’m going to do all the work for him. I’m sure ‘he’ will be more happy if I only leave that one to Master to deal with.”

As she spoke, Qian Qing grabbed Lin Zichu's wrist.

A straw hat appeared out of thin air in the hands of the two, covered their heads, and pressed down.

The originally majestic spiritual pressure suddenly disappeared, and after the two of them concealed the aura around them, their figures gradually disappeared behind the Optimus Pillar...

far away.

The fairy mountain is majestic, towering into the sky.

Ten miles of clouds and fog, trapped mountains and locks.

Faintly, you can hear the ethereal zither sound in the fairy mountain, just like the water in a high mountain, gurgling and moving.

"Listen quickly! This is Immortal Zhaoming talking about the Tao with the qin, and the song he played is called "Yuan Liushui". It is really majestic and touching."

"Zhaoming Immortal Venerable is powerful in battle, and there are many Zhengyang Immortal Sect disciples who want to worship under him. It's just that he has a dull and cold personality. Although he is in a high position, he still only accepts a senior disciple, Senior Brother Qianqing."

"Instead, Immortal Venerable Zhaoming will hold lectures every seven days. At that time, all disciples of the immortal family can participate, regardless of their sect."

"Hurry up! I can't wait to see the demeanor of Zhaoming Xianzun!"

Several disciples quickened their pace and walked towards the podium.

Under the podium, tens of thousands of immortal disciples sat cross-legged with Feng Zhaoming as the center of a circle.

In the altar, sat a monk in red with a tall figure.He has a straight back, like a pine and a bamboo, and holds a guqin in his hand, which he plucks and sings.

A disciple pointed at him and said, "That is Immortal Master Zhu Ming. I heard that he has an elegant temperament, but looking at him now, he really lives up to his reputation."

The rest of the disciples responded one after another, and someone gave a soft "Huh" and said in puzzlement:

"Xianzun Zhaoming has a disease in both eyes?"

It turned out that there was a plain ribbon on the face of Feng Zhaoming, who was sitting in the podium playing the piano, like a fairy.The ribbon is about the thickness of two fingers, tied behind Feng Zhaoming's head, covering his eyes and eyes.

"that is……"

Someone sighed softly, and then said: "Since Sect Master Bairen passed away, Immortal Venerable Feng Zhaoming began to practice closed-eye meditation. He covered his eyes with objects, and did not use his spiritual sense to detect objects, so as to repay the mistakes he made before."

"Immortal Zhaoming's fame spread across the four continents, what kind of mistake did he commit, and he was required to practice asceticly like a mortal, to cover his eyes and reduce his karma?"

"Isn't that sinful fairy Bairen causing trouble?"

"Oh, what kind of person is Zhaoming Xianzun, and he can't understand the word 'love' so thoroughly."

"Even the Fengduan boy he brought back is just as ridiculous..."

Just as they were speaking, the master of the conversation, the little black leopard, ran wildly around the podium.

The little leopard followed the sound of the piano, and saw the male cultivator wearing a ribbon not far away.It raised its head to the sky and roared twice, spread its four legs, and threw itself on Feng Zhaoming.

A black cloud that could move quickly burst out of the fiery red shirt.

Black clouds climbed up and down Feng Zhaoming, like locusts in a commotion, trying everything to stop Feng Zhaoming from continuing to play the piano.

Even though Feng Zhaoming completely ignored the little leopard on his body, he still couldn't help but pay attention to him.

In desperation, Feng Zhaoming sighed lightly, his fingers formed into palms, and lightly grasped the strings of the piano.

The sound of the ethereal piano stopped immediately.

"Today is here."

After saying that, Feng Zhaoming hugged Xiaobao with his sleeves, and when he let go, the surroundings of the two of them changed drastically, and they had already moved into Zhu Mingxian Palace.

The censer in the hall is smoky, quiet and peaceful.

There are two fairies, Qingfeng and Mingyue, who sweep the dust silently with their whisks in their hands.

Suddenly seeing Feng Zhaoming appearing, the two bowed their hands in salute, and said, "Immortal Zhaoming."

Feng Zhaoming nodded, he had the right to respond.

He sat cross-legged on the Yaotai, and when he released his right hand, he released a sleek black panther.

Seeing the black panther's head full of bags, Qingfeng couldn't help laughing and said:

"Who did you hit again? You're so merciless, your face is swollen like this."

Hearing this, the panther was furious, its eyes widened, its limbs stood on tiptoe, and it moved quickly.

Then he lay on the ground again, gathered his limbs, swung his body, and turned into a fish shape.

One can tell at a glance that the black panther is imitating the two beast pets under Senior Brother Qianqing.

Mingyue said: "So it's Amao and Xiaolong. Brother Qianqing told them not to do anything to you at will. Well, you must have provoked them again."

Feng Zhao couldn't see with his eyesight, and he didn't release his spiritual sense, so naturally he couldn't see Feng Duan's imitation gesture.

At this time, he listened attentively, and only then did he know what Xiaobao came for.

The little leopard was very annoyed by Mingyue's words, and it threw itself into Feng Zhaoming's arms. It seemed to have an itchy head, and it kept twitching. It deliberately rubbed its beard against Feng Zhaoming's palm, and coquettishly called: "Daddy, Daddy." .”

He said he wanted Feng Zhaoming to find the place for him and beat Amao back.

Unexpectedly, Feng Zhaoming didn't like Xiaobao's tricks at all, he only heard him say coldly: "Duan'er, you are messing around again."

Feng Duan pricked up his ears, widened his round eyes, and breathed rapidly and excitedly.

"You will be fined for three days and not allowed to go out. Qingfengmingyue, you two will take strict care of you."

It wasn't until this moment that Feng Duan realized that he was about to be grounded. He lay in Feng Zhaoming's arms, writhing and screaming loudly in protest.

Qingfeng Mingyue snickered, and said inwardly: "Zhaoming Xianzun is an upright and serious person, worried that Xiaobao will bully others, as long as Feng Duan fights with others, no matter right or wrong, he will be punished."

"Feng Duan is immature, and he never understands why his father punished him. He complains every now and then, but he always gets punished."

Feng Zhaoming let his son protest against him in his arms and on his body, with a calm demeanor, he turned his head and talked to Xiantong, "Where are Qianqing and Zichu?"

"This...don't dare to lie to the Immortal Venerable. The two of them went down to the Immortal Mountain today in order to welcome the Lord Linzhuang."

Feng Zhaoming frowned.

It turned out that Qian Qing and Lin Zichu had cultivated diligently for more than ten years, and they could ascend to the position of Immortal Sovereign of Zhengyang Immortal Sect only after their wedding ceremony.

The two of them are the youngest people in the history of Zhengyang Immortal Sect to become Immortal Sovereigns.

Just because of his strong cultivation base, no one objected.

A monk with such a cultivation level should not leave the Optimus Pillar easily, otherwise it would have a huge impact on the balance of spiritual power in the world.

Even though Feng Zhaoming's eyes were covered by a white cloth, Qing Feng Mingyue seemed to be able to feel the cold and serious gaze of the Immortal Venerable.

Quickly defending Qian Lin:

"I think the two of them won't be so confused. When we go down the mountain this time, we will hide our cultivation so as not to disturb the world."

"By the way, Immortal Zhaoming. Before the two of them left, they brought a group of disciples who came to seek immortality to ask questions up the mountain, and left these disciples at the foot of Zhenhui Peak. The meaning of the little fairy master is that you can start from here Select a few talented students from the batch of disciples, and earn them under your command. Immortal Venerable, do you want to summon these disciples?"

Feng Zhaoming didn't stop stroking Xiaobao's fingers, and said softly:

"There has never been such a precedent."

It must be known that Zhengyang Immortal Sect is the number one orthodox giant in Zhengwuzhou. There are countless disciples visiting the mountain every year, and no matter what, the Immortal Venerable will never meet him in person.

Even if the talent is extremely astonishing, they must first start as beginners.

So Feng Zhaoming waved his hand slightly: "Just give Shu Zhong Xianjun a look."

"Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly thought again that in a few days it will be the wedding ceremony between Qianqing and Zichu, and all the immortals are very busy, especially the first loyalty of the immortals.

If these visiting disciples are handed over to Shu Zhong at this time, it will not only cause chaos for Immortal Shu Zhong, but Immortal Shu Zhong himself may not be able to bear the temper to check the conduct and cultivation of these disciples, and I am afraid that the future of these monks will be ruined innocently .

Thinking of this, Feng Zhaoming hesitated for a moment:

"..., let's take these disciples to the Immortal Palace."

Qingfeng was stunned, and asked, "Now?"

"Ah."

"This... Do you want His Royal Highness Feng Duan to avoid it?"

As soon as Feng Zhaoming raised his hand, he grabbed the back of the black panther's neck and wanted to take it away from himself.

Unexpectedly, when Xiao Bao saw Feng Zhaoming stretching out his hand, he grabbed his father's wrist with one bite.

Although Feng Zhaoming has been trying to discipline Feng Duan strictly, but this little leopard is young, immature, and extremely clingy, no matter how cold and upright Feng Zhaoming is, it sticks to him like a cowhide, regardless of other things.

Feng Zhaoming didn't push him away any more, he used his hands to make him sit still.

Qingfeng Mingyue knew the father and son very well, so without Feng Zhaoming's further explanation, he said to the door: "Come in."

It turned out that Qingfeng Mingyue had asked many disciples to wait outside the door, as if she had expected that Feng Zhaoming would agree to summon them.

Outside Zhu Mingxian Hall, dozens of young men and women monks lined up and entered the Immortal Hall one by one.

Mingyue glanced over and saw that these monks were all handsome and talented.

Some of them bowed their heads in salute, they didn't dare to look up at Feng Zhaoming's face, the expressions on their faces were panic and nervous, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

Some looked left and right, full of curiosity about the fairy palace, and turned their heads to talk softly with their companions.

Qingfeng and Mingyue took a step forward, held Fuchen in their arms, cleared their throats, and said to everyone: "Students sign up one by one."

Hearing this, the disciple who ranked first straightened his back and looked at Immortal Feng Zhaoming on the Yaotai.

Although it was a little strange why the immortal was holding a beast pet in his arms, the disciple did not ask after all. His voice was trembling with excitement. After telling his name and family background, he stretched out his right hand, shook it suddenly, and said in his mouth: "Come!"

I saw a light flashing in the palm of this disciple, and an iron halberd appeared out of thin air.

Among the visiting disciples, most of them are looking for immortals for the first time, never thought that the first monk they met would be the "War Intent No. 1", known as "Under the Zhengyang, the only one" Zhu Ming Xianzun.

If he can win the first place in this summoning meeting and let the master treat him differently, wouldn't the road to becoming a fairy be as smooth as ever, advancing thousands of miles every day?

Thinking of this, the first disciple tightly held the iron halberd in his hand, and said: "I am good at using long halberds, and dare to use the ax in front of seniors, so that seniors can laugh at me."

He wanted to show his skills in front of Feng Zhaoming on the spot.

Immortal Zhaoming is used to such people who are eager to show their abilities in front of Immortal Venerable.He nodded slightly, neither stopping nor responding too much.

After the first disciple showed his skills in front of Feng Zhaoming, the remaining dozens of disciples reported their names one by one, and asked Feng Zhaoming to comment on them.

Zhaoming Immortal Venerable sat on the stage far away, with his back straight, his expression indifferent, he treated all his disciples equally, just nodded, and did not open his mouth to comment from the beginning to the end.

Probably because the eyes were covered, everyone couldn't see Feng Zhaoming's expression, they only felt that he was neither sad nor happy, rather cold as ice.

Everyone said that this immortal is indifferent and doesn't like talking.Now it seems that it is so.

I don't know how long it took, and after all the visiting disciples showed off one by one, only the young monk standing at the end remained.

This young monk is slightly different from the rest of the monks. He is thin and thin, with a weak face. He is probably only fourteen or fifteen years old.

When it was the other monks' turn to report their family backgrounds and show their abilities, they couldn't wait, for fear that Feng Zhaoming would have too many chores, and they would not have the patience to read on, and were eager to throw out all their own advantages.

Only the young monk standing at the very end was calm and silent for a long time without speaking.

Mingyue raised her eyes subconsciously.

Then I saw this young monk with an ordinary appearance, and he didn't have any sense of existence at a glance.

The boy just stared deeply at Feng Zhaoming on the stage and the little leopard in his arms, without saying a word for a long time.

As if sensing Dao Tong's gaze, the young cultivator shifted his gaze and looked at Mingyue.

His eyes were as bright as stars, and when he opened them, his sharpness was revealed. Mingyue couldn't help but take a step back, feeling an inexplicable pressure.

"..."

Qingfeng, who was standing aside, asked, "Mingyue, what's wrong?"

The young monk lowered his eyes again, returning to his original soft and docile appearance.

Mingyue shook her head, thinking to herself: "It must be an illusion."

Because Feng Zhao couldn't see with his eyesight, and didn't stretch out his spiritual sense, he heard no more sound from inside the hall, and asked, "Is it over?"

"Reporting to the Immortal Venerable, there is still one person who has not reported."

Feng Zhaoming nodded and fell silent again.

Mingyue looked at the young monk standing at the end, and urged, "Hey, little fellow Taoist, why don't you speak? Immortal Zhaoming is an upright person, so don't be afraid, just report your name."

The young cultivator stood there quietly, and after a while, he spoke with a clear voice, "Master Xianzun, your eyes are covered with white cloth, but your eyes are sick?"

Just when this person opened his mouth, Qingfeng and Mingyue were astonished to find that on the Yaotai, the body of Feng Zhaoming, who was originally calm and composed, shook involuntarily.

In the next moment, the immortal, who had practiced closed-eye meditation for 18 years like a mortal, suddenly raised his right hand and pulled down the ribbon hanging from the bridge of his nose, revealing his eyes.

At the same time as the ribbon fell, a powerful spiritual consciousness belonging to monks in the out-of-body stage spread over the sky and covered the earth, tightly grasping the entire fairy palace in an instant.

There was only a roar of "Huh!", and the sound of breaking was endless, and the consciousness like a violent storm quickly destroyed the window paper and porcelain of Zhu Mingxian Temple.

Some young disciples with weaker cultivation levels passed out directly.

"Zhaoming Immortal Venerable!"

Qingfeng and Mingyue covered their eyes with their hands and shouted: "What happened?"