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

Looking at the courtyard of my clan, there is a huge lotus pond.There is a small pavilion in the pool. There is no stone bench in the pavilion, only a screen is placed.

This screen is the well-known "Moontop" of my family.

If you have to explain, the top of the moon is actually a picture scroll with great supernatural powers.

There is a bright moon on the screen, hidden under the black stripes, like the shadow of tree branches, blocking the view.

Only when the blood of the Wangwo family is sensed, will the bright moon in the painting be 'awakened'.

The moon climbed slowly, exuding dazzling light.The dark stripes gradually faded, as if the bright moon had finally climbed over the top of the tree, no longer covered by the shadows.

Therefore, hundreds of monks, including Guizao, knew about the bright moon hanging in the lake.

Qianqing really has the blood of my family.

He is the only son of the Immortal Lord Dongkun, the only seedling of my noble generation.No matter what his achievements are in the future, he will be the undisputed head of the Wang family.

Gui Zao and the others retreated together, knelt down on one knee, and looked at Qian Qing.

Gui Zao suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said to Qian Qing:

"This subordinate is rude, please forgive me. I wonder if this subordinate can step forward and help the Lord to stand up?"

Qianqing's lying posture was quite indecent, but no one dared to step forward without authorization and act rashly.I just dared to kneel there helplessly, looking eagerly at the young man who was destined to become the head of the Wang family in the future.

Qianqing took a deep breath.He wiped the blood on his body indiscriminately, and when Feng Zhaoming took a step forward to pull Qianqing's arm, he quickly got up by himself.

Gui Zao hesitated for a while, but still spoke, and said, "My lord, if you want to go to the ancestral hall to pay homage... you can cleanse yourself first and then..."

Before she finished speaking, Qian Qing strode forward, but she didn't listen to Gui Zao's words at all.

Gui Zao lowered his head docilely and remained silent.

Ever since Qianqing climbed the Tongtian Tower just now, he already knew that this young boy was determined and unshakable.

Gui Zao had never seen anyone able to climb the five steps of Tongtian Tower in such a short period of time.

In fact, Qianqing was indeed drenched in blood, her body had already reached its limit.

But Guizao felt inexplicably that if he and the other golden-armored monks hadn't torn down the Babel Array for fear of hurting the Lord, then Qianqing would have continued to climb up!

What a strong perseverance.

Looking at the back of Qianqing going forward, Gui Zao sighed with emotion, "In addition to the thin blood, there is indeed a reason for my family to prosper for generations.

Even such a young man, who has never received any training, can have such a wonderful performance.

Gui Zao bowed his head deeply, in honor of you.

If it bleeds, it should be very painful.

However, Qianqing lowered her head and looked at the drops of her own blood on the ground. For some reason, she couldn't feel the pain.

Following the strange male voice, he walked quickly towards the east.

In the distance, you can see a majestic palace, even facing the sky.

There is a long arched bridge in front of it, which looks like a rainbow, which is so powerful.

Qian Qing's figure appeared extremely small in front of this majestic building.However, when he was moving forward, none of the tens of thousands of monks from my family dared to stop him.

On the gate of the ancestral hall, there are two round-eared beasts carved.

Sensing that someone was approaching, the beast carved on the wooden board blinked its eyes as big as copper bells, and suddenly "lived", screamed, pawed the ground with four claws, jumped up into the clouds, and rushed towards Qianqing.

Qian Qing didn't dodge or dodge, just when the beast guarding the ancestral hall was about to touch his body, Feng Zhaoming raised his hand to drive it away.

But this fetish was born to defend against monks' attacks, and ordinary offensives would not work against it.

Feng Zhaoming let out a light 'huh', and was about to continue casting spells, when Qian Qing suddenly yelled: "Stand back!"

The sound is not loud, but the momentum is amazing.

The two round-eared beasts stood upside down with bristles on their backs, their ears turned back and stuck to the top of their heads.Although it is a ferocious appearance with grinning teeth, but no matter how you look at it, it is strong on the outside and strong on the inside.

Seeing that the ferocious beast was still blocking the entrance of the ancestral hall, Qianqing snorted coldly, raised her hand and pushed forward.

I saw that thin and long palm, dripping with blood, moving slowly, but it seemed to have the momentum of opening up the world.

The two round-eared beasts smelled the bloody smell in their palms, growled lowly, but their limbs retreated unconsciously.

The hard stone slab was scratched by animal claws.

Qianqing moved forward slowly and approached, when he forced the two round-eared beasts to the wooden door, Qianqing's eyes shot straight, and she suddenly pushed forward quickly.

The two round-eared beasts groaned, turned their heads back to the wooden door, and huddled together.

Qianqing reached out and pushed open the gate of the ancestral hall, and took a step forward with her right foot.

When he approached the ancestral hall, the door creaked behind him and closed automatically.

Qianqing looked back, her eyes wary.

But soon he noticed something strange in front of him again, he turned around and looked up.

In the middle of the ancestral hall, there was a solemn coffin, on which sat a man in a red robe with a golden forehead painted on his forehead.

The man had a good-looking appearance, with soft brows and eyes.

When looking at Qianqing, there is an unspeakable kindness.

The man slowly raised his hand and said to Qian Qing, "Come here."

A feeling of closeness and intimacy that is connected by blood came from the bottom of my heart, and Qian Qing asked as she walked, "Who are you?"

"Come here, Qianqing." The man sighed inaudibly: "My time is running out, come here, let me take a good look at you."

Qian Qing trotted forward, grabbed the man's hand, and jumped onto the coffin.

The man's hand was not warm, it was like a ball of air, soft and soft.

Not like a living person.

"Are you... Immortal Master Dongkun?"

Qianqing sat cross-legged in front of the man, looking into the man's eyes.

The man smiled and nodded.

Those eyes are gentle and harmless, like a vast river and sea, containing everything, when looking at Qian Qing, it seems that she will never get angry.

Qianqing hesitated for a moment, then said, "Then you...are you my father?"

Immortal Master Dongkun didn't speak, he raised his hand and wiped the blood on Qianqing's face with his palm.

After rubbing it twice, the man opened his palm with the back of his hand facing up, motioning for Qianqing to look.

Qianqing followed his example and also showed her fingers.

He is 15 years old and not yet fully developed, but he is not short and has long fingers.

Putting it together with Immortal Lord Dongkun, it looks exactly the same.

Such an intuitive comparison stunned Qianqing.

Immortal Master Dongkun smiled, held Qianqing's hand, and said, "You are Qianqing, you are my child."

Qianqing lowered her head deeply, her throat seemed to be stuffed with rice, and she was so choked that she couldn't speak.

But he took a breath, and asked, "Is it true?"

Wang me Dongkun nodded slightly, stretched out his fingers again, and showed Qianqing.

Qianqing's shoulders trembled, and he said, "Are you my father? I... want to see you so much. Shouxi's mother kept giving him insoles for fear that his feet would be cold. Only insoles. But I... I have nothing."

Dong Kun's breath was getting weaker and weaker, time was running out, but he didn't interrupt Qian Qing.

He just looked at the child affectionately, watching him wipe his eyes with the back of his hand, wiping away the blood and tears.

"A beggar snatched my steamed pancakes, and I had a headache. It rained heavily that day. When I... was beaten... I was afraid that I would die like this. No one would remember me."

"I saw some people sitting on their father's shoulders and eating candy cakes." Qianqing couldn't help crying: "But I don't have anything."

"Good boy," Dong Kunxian held Qianqing in his arms, stroked the top of his head, and said, "Good boy, don't cry."

Even so, I couldn't help crying.

Such fluctuating emotions almost tore apart the last trace of Dongkun's soul, he hurriedly calmed down, smiled, and said, "Qianqing, look, what is this?"

Qianqing wiped her face vigorously and looked up.

Then he saw two thin silver chains on Dong Kun's fingertips, faintly flashing white light, intersecting and touching each other.

The silver chain was very short, probably not as wide as Dong Kun's fingers.

"This is a part of my skeleton." Dong Kun said, "In addition to your spine, this is actually left behind. Now, I will give it to you..."

As he spoke, Dong Kun slowly tapped Qianqing's forehead with his fingers.

He said: "In a few days, when you start practicing fairy arts, the sleeping Fulong in your body will wake up. You are still young and cannot control Fulong, this thing can help you."

Dong Kun's fingers were getting closer and closer to Qianqing's forehead, Qianqing also felt an unspeakable sense of boredom, and wanted to turn her head away.

Probably knowing Qianqing's mood, Dong Kun's fingers stopped slowly when they were some distance away from Qianqing.

The two silver chains moved forward like a swimming dragon as if consciously, sticking to the silver dot between Qian Qing's forehead.

In an instant, Xuanying Xianzun's black spell to help Qianqing get out of trouble and suppress Fulong's spiritual power was suddenly wiped out.

There are only two crossed silver chains left, melting into the silver dots between Qian Qing's foreheads.

"Good boy," Dong Kun's afterimage became more and more blurred, and he looked at Qian Qing with reluctance in his eyes.

"For my father, I entrusted you to Immortal Lord Feng Zhaoming. In the future, you will follow him to practice immortality, straighten the way, kill evil and sycophants, and be worthy of the world..."

Outside the ancestral hall, Feng Zhaoming was stunned.

He looked into the distance and felt that something had left forever.

The pillar of Optimus, Zhengyang Xianzong.

"What did you say?" Immortal Chunyang said in astonishment, "You want the young man to worship Feng Zhaoming as his teacher? Isn't that... a mess?"

Immortal Xuanying poured a cup of hexagonal snow winter fairy tea for Immortal Chunyang, and saw that the tea leaves in the cup were like blooming snowflakes, not sinking to the bottom, floating in the air, with a fairy spirit.

Xuanying Immortal Venerable said with a smile: "The seniority is not messed up, but as a young master, I thought before that he should worship Immortal Baizang as his teacher, or hope that our clan invites other famous teachers from the Immortal Sect. But On second thought, although Feng Xianjun is young, he is quite interesting."

"Interesting?" Chunyang Xianzun said: "Huh, Zhengwuzhou is No. 1 in combat power, he has a lot of face. Do you want Feng Zhaoming to continue to steal all the limelight of Zhengyang Xianzong?"

Xuanying Xianzun slanted his eyebrows and smiled: "Feng Xianjun is a high-ranking apprentice of the Immortal Master of Dongkun. In order to find the legacy of the Immortal Master, he has not accepted any disciples so far. It should be his turn to give him all the money, so that the Immortal Master of Dongkun can be taught. The training set has been returned to the young master. Hehe, I have no objection to this matter."

Immortal Chunyang let out a smirk, took a sip of Hexagonal Snow Winter Immortal Tea, and immediately felt a cold taste in his mouth.Even though this was not the first time he drank the fairy tea brewed by Xuanying Xianzun, he still couldn't help shaking.

Just as he was about to speak, he felt his tongue trembling. In order to save face, Chunyang Xianzun had no choice but to keep silent.

Xuanying Immortal Venerable smiled and picked up a cup of Xuedong Immortal Tea and swallowed it slowly.

The old man Chunyang is old and can't see things clearly, but Xuanying really doesn't want to talk to him.

Even though it was difficult for Xuanying to digest the chill of the Hexagonal Snow Winter Immortal Tea, he was very happy to be able to use this method to shut up the Immortal Chunyang.

I heard that there was a young man named Lin Zichu who had the body of a cold dragon lying on snow, and it was he who brought the little prince to the Optimus Pillar.

The little prince hoped that after my family came back, he called Lin Zichu to join the sect and asked about related matters.

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