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

Buluoji kite is a very special kind of bird.

When it is born, it can fly in the air.As he got older, he approached the top of Optimus Pillar.

It can be said that its growth is reflected in their distance from the top of the mountain.

The longer you live, the closer you get to the top of the mountain, and vice versa.

This is a ferocious bird that will never land on the ground since its birth, and will always fly upwards.

It feeds on the flesh of monks, but rarely flies into the mountain wall to actively prey.

The wings and feathers contain extremely powerful supernatural powers, which can move space.

The skin and flesh are hard and can be called treasures, and the muscles and blood can be used as medicine.

It is precisely because of the above-mentioned characteristics that the unfalling fierce kite is called "the treasure of the sky" and "the spectacle of Zhengwu" by outside monks.

Qianqing raised her head and looked up, vaguely seeing dozens of black giant shadows in the space above, with wide wings and long tails, flying around the Optimus Pillar in a chaotic and orderly manner.

At this moment, the clouds and mists cover her, and what Qianqing sees is just the tip of the iceberg.

Even so, the huge number of kites still surprised Qianqing.

He clasped Lin Zichu's waist with both hands, and tried his best to look up. For some reason, his heart was pounding, and a faint sense of familiarity emerged spontaneously.

He seems to...

It seems that I have seen this bird somewhere!

However, Qianqing tried her best to think, but she couldn't think of when she met her.

A bird's song resounded through the sky circling in the sky, Lin Zichu turned his sword, and pointed it at the Pillar of Optimus, saying at the same time: "No further advance tonight, rest for one night, and start again tomorrow."

Many Foundation Establishment cultivators responded "Yes" one after another, and flew into the mountain from the outside of the Pillar of Optimism.

The Optimus Pillar is full of aura, with many exotic flowers and plants, and giant trees soaring to the sky.There are many wild animals in the mountains and forests, and the night is especially dangerous, so the monks of Linjiazhuang have been marching at night these days, and then enter the mountains to rest during the day.

As soon as I entered the mountain, I heard the roar of wolves and tigers, and suddenly saw the light of a bonfire in the distance.

Zhang Renzhi said, "Aren't you afraid of attracting wild animals by lighting a bonfire here?"

Sheng Feng said: "Why don't you go and have a look."

Carefully looking at Lin Zichu, intending to listen to the young master's opinion.

Lin Zichu subconsciously looked at Qianqing, only to see Qianqing frowning and looking towards the mountain wall, as if she was still listening to the chirping of the Buluo kite outside the mountain.

In the past few days, she has been on the road repeatedly, day and night are reversed, she only rests in the treetops during the day, Qianqing quickly loses weight, and when she turns her head like this, the cheekbones on the side of her face have obvious arcs.

Lin Zichu sighed in his heart, and said: "Let's go up and have a look, if it's okay, we can camp here too."

Everyone walked a hundred steps forward, and a young man shouted: "Who is this? This is the resting place of Kaiyuan Jianzong, please leave quickly."

Sheng Feng said: "We are monks from Linjiazhuang in Wanshui City. We are lucky to meet the disciples of Jianzong and want to rest nearby."

The young man hesitated, and asked, "Are you Lin Zichu's subordinates?"

Everyone felt that it was impolite for a man to call Lin Zichu by his name directly, but they thought that this little disciple knew the name of the Shaozhuang Master, and thought that he was still young, so he didn't want to know him as well.

Someone said: "Exactly."

The young man said: "I'll go ask my senior brother, you are waiting here."

The words were quite rude, and Zhang Renzhi said angrily: "Little Sword Sect disciple, how can you be so arrogant——"

Before he finished speaking, Sheng Feng interrupted him, saying: "Okay, don't cause trouble for the young master."

Zhang Renzhi's face turned red, and when he thought of something, he turned pale again. He bowed his head and remained silent, reflecting and regretting in his heart.

Lin Zichu looked at Sheng Feng quietly, but did not speak.

The young disciple of Kaiyuan Sword Sect came back quickly and said: "My senior brother said that you can rest nearby, but be careful of wild animals. If you encounter danger, you can deal with it by yourself."

This is already very rude.Optimus Pillar was not the place where he opened up his sword sect, and the guards in Linjiazhuang greeted him out of politeness, but they didn't expect the other party to respond like this.

After hearing that the former suzerain of Kaiyuan Jianzong passed away, this suzerain is extremely ambitious, intending to attack the pillar of Optimus, and press the word "immortal" in front of Jianzong.The rumors cannot be completely believed, but there are reasons for them. Looking at the words and deeds of the disciple of the Sword Sect, he can see what he knows, and it is already polite to say that he is extremely ambitious.

Lin Zi didn't care about these courtesies when he first arrived, so he and Qian Qing went to a secluded corner and sat next to a tree.

Qianqing pressed close to Lin Zichu, and asked, "Brother, is it true that the Buluo kite that I saw just now is only found in the Optimus Pillar?"

"Ah."

Qian Qing asked: "Then... isn't there any Wanshui City?"

"Naturally," Lin Zichu said, "This creature was born on the Optimus Pillar and died on the Optimus Pillar. For tens of thousands of years, I have never seen a Buluo fierce kite nearby."

Qianqing nodded: "Maybe I remembered it wrong, big brother, tomorrow will enter the second stage of Optimus Pillar, and you can no longer fly with the sword, so are we going to climb the mountain?"

Lin Zichu gave an 'hmm' and warned: "When entering the second stage, you must climb carefully and don't fall off the cliff. Otherwise, if you fall into the group of fierce kites, you will be eaten by then, and there will be no bones left."

"Yes, I know."

Lin Zichu gently stroked Qianqing's hair, quickly withdrew his hand, and said softly, "That's good."

Qian Qing smiled at him, suddenly heard a vicious kite chirping beside her ear, so she frowned and looked outside the mountain wall.

The Buluo kite has a long beak and sharp teeth, its body is pitch black, and its face is ugly.However, the sound was melodious and melodious, comparable to fairy music.

Qian Qing listened attentively, the weird feeling in her heart was lingering.

The top of the Optimus Pillar, Zhenhui Peak, and Banxie Pavilion.

Outside the pavilion, there are two short fairy boys with red ropes in their hair, holding dust whisks and wiping the white jade steps outside the pavilion.

The two had pale faces, and they were huddling together, laughing silently.Xiantong faced each other and seemed to be talking, but he didn't make the slightest sound.

It was because the two fairies were afraid of disturbing the Venerable Master, so they used the technique of sound transmission to talk silently.

Talking about Xing, I suddenly heard another voice transmission from a distance:

"Okay! Qingfeng, Mingyue, you two are lazy here, aren't you afraid that the fairy will blame you and punish you to sit on Wangfeng Peak and face the wall to think about your past?"

The two fairies, who were called Qingfengmingyue, were startled when they heard the words, they turned their heads together, and relaxed when they saw the visitor.

Qingfeng said: "Shuangye, don't come to scare people. Recently, Xianjun is in a good mood, so he doesn't have time to punish us."

The fairy boy who was called Shuangye was overjoyed, and said: "Since this is the case, the rumors are true? Xianjun... Xianjun really calculated..."

As he spoke, he choked up, with tears in his eyes, unable to speak for a while.

Frostleaf was smiling, and suddenly shed tears. The drama of emotional changes must be incomprehensible to others, but Qingfeng and Mingyue understood it. words.

"That's right! The Immortal Monarch has calculated that the Immortal Lord's bereaved son is still alive, and within a month or so, he will be able to find the Master of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect!"

Shuang Ye's hands trembled, and two lines of hot tears rolled down her face.Qingfeng and Mingyue are fairy children guarding the pavilion of Xianjun Feng Zhaoming, and he was supposed to take care of the lost son of the fairy lord.

However, when the evil dragon rebelled and the fairy master fell, only one son was left without a trace.

For the immortals, these ten years are but a blink of an eye.

But Yushuangye is extremely long.

He choked up twice and asked, "Did Xianjun ever mention the young man to you two? Is he in good health? He was out alone...but...has he been wronged?"

Qingfeng and Mingyue smiled at him, shaking their heads silently.They all thought in their hearts, compared to being raised in the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, the little father-in-law was left outside since he was a child, how could he not be wronged.

Because of this, when he returns, he will devote all his strength to make up for it.

Zhenfei Peak, Banxie Pavilion.

Inside the pavilion, an elegant young man sat cross-legged with his eyes closed on the jade platform.He is wearing a red and white two-color toga with a slow belt, his face and eyebrows are vermilion, and he looks like a half-faced yin-yang fish.

The man pinched the Suppressing Evil Art with his right hand, his expression seemed calm, but his spiritual consciousness seemed to have invaded the boundless purgatory.

The Xie Pavilion was silent, but there were hundreds of millions of ghosts crying in the ears of the man, preventing the fairy from performing the magic of reckoning.

Feng Zhaoming's robe was windless and automatic, he frowned and carefully distinguished among the noises.

Countless fragments of time flashed through my mind.

Since the first calculation, Feng Zhaoming has been calculating continuously for 23 days without rest or sleep.

There was a thin trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and the immortal knew that if he didn't stop calculating, his immortal power might be exhausted.

However, after calculating these days, he did not calculate any useful information except that he would usher in the Immortal Lord's legacy in the near future.

He was unwilling to stop there.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Zhaoming withdrew his celestial art, and suddenly opened his eyes, with radiance flowing in them.

He coughed lightly, picked up the ink brush with his right hand, and slowly wrote a word on the paper.

--clear.

The number of heaven and earth is 12 years old, which is one yuan.

According to Feng Zhaoming's calculation, he could listen to 12 words a day.

For these 23 days, listen every day and count every day.

The word 'Qing' is the only word that Feng Zhaoming and Juan have heard twice.

However, Xianjun is not sure what is the connection between this word and the legacy of the Immortal Lord.

After Feng Zhaoming finished writing this word, he read it quietly for a while.

Then he stood up, pushed open the door of the pavilion, and walked out.