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

The Pillar of Optimus, Zhengyang Immortal Sect, and the Gate of Zhengdong.

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight shines directly on the peak of this fairy mountain, opening the curtain of sunny days.The whole body of this mountain is pitch black, the peak is shrouded in clouds and mist all the year round, and the wind is very strong. Even in summer, people don't feel hot.

At this time, the morning dew has not yet transpired, hanging on the green grass stems, crumbling.

Four people, two men and two women, stood outside the east gate.

One was dressed in a white robe and was a female cultivator who was not young.

There was also a little girl with a red string tied around her head.

A monk in an apricot-yellow robe, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a firm face.

There was also an elegant, but pale, and somewhat frail young monk, sitting on a split sword.The blade has no luster, and it is obviously damaged.

It was Lin Zichu.

After a while, two golden core cultivators came out of the east gate.

The two of them were also wearing apricot-yellow robes, with tokens engraved with Hunzhen patterns on their waists, they were obviously disciples of Baizang Immortal Venerable.

The two monks sighed at the same time when they saw Mumen Qi.

Mumen Qi's expression remained unchanged, but he clenched his fists tightly, appearing a little nervous.

But the two monks glanced at the wooden door seven, did not speak to him, but clasped their fists at Lin Zichu, and said: "Please wait for a long time, fellow daoist, the young master just returned to the sect not long ago, I heard that you are here, and specially let me The two will lead you into the sect."

Lin Zichu's breathing was a little short, he turned over and jumped off the sword, feeling a little dizzy.

The little girl with the red string said: "Brother Lin, you have to be careful."

Said that he wanted to step forward to help.

"Pei'er, you can't." The female cultivator in white behind grabbed the girl in time, looked at Lin Zichu, and said, "I have escorted you here, and this is the end of fate. Fellow Daoist Lin, we will meet later."

Lin Zichu was originally looking at Zhengyang Xianzong eagerly, but he couldn't help but startled when he heard the words of the female cultivator in white.

Then he held the sword in both hands, saluted respectfully, and said: "Zi Chu was able to come here alive, all thanks to seniors. I can't thank you for saving my life. I only hope that I will have the opportunity to repay the great kindness of seniors in the future."

The female cultivator in white nodded slowly.

Pei'er said: "Brother Lin, why don't you go to see some young master, why don't you follow us? The master is very powerful and can teach you spells too. Aren't we very happy together?"

At the beginning, Linzi thought of something, showed a faint smile, then shook his head firmly, and said: "I have made up my mind, so let's leave it alone, there will be a later date."

After finishing speaking, Lin Zichu gave a light cough, and followed the two monks who had cultivated the Golden Core to enter the main east gate.

The female cultivator in white looked at Lin Zichu's back, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"Friend Lin. You have a special physique, and your pulse point increases with the improvement of your cultivation base. However, when the pulse opens to the top, your whole body will be wiped out. You encountered a catastrophe before, and your mind was restless. Forcibly increasing your cultivation base, the spiritual power in your body skyrocketed ,hard to control."

Lin Zichu paused in his forward steps.

The female cultivator in white continued: "Although I used your old method to make the silver needle suppress your spiritual power, it still couldn't make you heal after all. After a few days, the silver needle can't suppress it, and your pulse point will increase rapidly. You... ...You should pay more attention. I see that you seem to have some friendship with the son of the fairy lord, so don't forget to ask him to help you see how to deal with it."

Lin Zichu turned his head and nodded towards the female cultivator, expressing his gratitude for her kindness.

However, looking at his expression, the female cultivator could tell that Lin Zichu didn't seem to intend to listen to her.

It's all because Lin Zichu himself knows the body of Hanlongwoxue best.

His life was like residual wax in the wind, and every inch the wind blows, an inch will be lost.

Lin Zichu originally thought that he would come and leave alone like this.

but……

Lin Zichu had a smile on his face.

'I will not marry unless you'.

He said so.

Then even if Lin Zichu only had one breath, he would stay by Qianqing's side before he died.

He is already his.

This kind of thought is inexplicably gratifying, Lin Zichu lightly stroked his chest, and still remembered the scorching temperature when Qianqing used the Hunzhen.Still shuddering.

However, Lin Zichu followed the two monks at the foot of Wangqing Peak, and after reporting to Xiantong, he waited for a long time, but he still didn't hear Qianqing calling him in.

The two monks only heard that Lin Zichu was the one who waited for Qianqing to climb the Optimus Pillar, and it seemed that they had friendship with Qianqing, so they didn't dare to neglect.

The two first mentioned that they wanted to tell Xiantong again.But with embarrassment on his face, it seems inconvenient.

So Lin Zichu said: "There is no hurry, you can wait."

The two men breathed a sigh of relief and said, "In that case, the two of us will wait with you."

This time, the waiting time is a little long.Lin Zichu wanted to see Qianqing, and his heart was broken. During this tormented waiting, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Optimus Pillar, Wangqing Peak.

Qian Qing sat in front of a large carved wooden table, staring intently at something, touching the stones on the table that had been scorched black by Queyan Erhe with her fingers from time to time.

There was an incense burner on the wooden desk, blowing smoke, gently circling around Qianqing.

Shuang Ye pushed the door softly, and said: "Little Grandpa, just now someone came to report that Lin's son Chu has arrived at the bottom of Wangqing Peak, can you let him in now?"

Qianqing asked: "Linzichu, is it the young owner of Linjiazhuang who opened the body of the cold dragon lying in the snow?"

"Exactly."

"Where is Shouxi?"

"Master Shouxi is still on his way to the Optimus Pillar."

Qianqing gave an absent-minded 'hmm', and asked again, "Why did he come faster than Shouxi?"

Shuang Ye respectfully said: "It's like this, when Lin Zichu visited Xianzong, he brought you up the mountain with the young master, but he didn't bring Mrs. Shouxi, so Lin Zichu is on the Pillar of Optimus at this moment. Much earlier."

Qian Qing thought for a while, and said, "It seems that there is such a thing, but why he only brought me with him, but not Shou Xi, I can't remember for a while. Shuang Ye, come here."

Shuang Ye was about to say that the young man had only been away from Linjiazhuang for more than a month, if he couldn't remember it, it might have something to do with "Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other", I wanted to remind him to think carefully.

However, upon hearing Qianqing's call, Shuangye quickly stepped forward, leaving the rest of the matter behind.

"Don't touch it, stay away, look at this," Qianqing pointed to the stone on the wooden case, and asked, "What is this?"

Shuang Ye said: "Yes."

Standing five steps away from Qianqing, she stretched her neck to look at it, and after a while, said: "This... Xiaonu is dull, this... why does it look like Gangmao?"

Qian Qing jumped up and asked, "What? Gangmao?"

Shuang Ye hurriedly said: "The villain is not sure."

"It's nothing, let's listen."

Shuang Ye said: "This Gang Mao is mostly worn by Zhengwuzhou men. Although it is an ordinary sapphire stone, once it is hung on the body, it is like life. Even close relatives and friends are not allowed to touch it at will."

Qian Qing was stunned, for some reason, she suddenly felt a little sad.

"It's just that monks don't know how long they have practiced. If ordinary bluestones are not cared for, it is difficult to preserve them. Most monks will not wear Gangmao."

Qian Qing lightly stroked the scorched black stone, and said, "Then is this my Gang Mao? It doesn't seem to be, whose is it? Who would give me this kind of thing..."

Shuang Ye said: "Young master, you can ask Lin Zichu to come up and see if he knows."

Qian Qing snorted and said, "I don't even know, so what does he know?"

Frost Leaf bowed her head and remained silent.I thought to myself, the little grandpa didn't know, it was because he fell into one of the "Four Ways of Time" of Patriarch Bai Ren, even if we meet again, he shouldn't know.This Lin Zichu went up the mountain with the young man, probably the one with the most information.

It's just that I don't know why the young master has a grudge against Lin Zichu, and his words faintly reveal that he doesn't like this person.

Shuangye had been looking forward to Qianqing's return to the sect for a long time, but at this time he was the only one looking forward to it, seeing Qianqing's attitude, she quickly said: "Xiao Nu will drive him down the mountain."

"Wait." Qian Qing knocked on the wooden table, and said in a drawn out voice, "Call him up."

At the nine bends and eight passes, when Lin Zichu was inside the boundary membrane formed by Hunzhen, he actually thought a lot.

I always thought that even if I was trapped in this enchantment all my life and died of hunger and thirst, it would be better than Qianqing losing her life.

With a glimmer of last hope, weak support.

And when the boundary membrane that trapped Lin Zichu disappeared, he felt that no matter what happened to him, it didn't matter.What he will face is a painful, long life of losing Qianqing.

Lin Zichu's emotions suddenly collapsed, and the spiritual power in his body soared beyond control. If he hadn't met the female cultivator in white, he might have been on the verge of death.

And now...

Lin Zichu's heart was beating fast, and when the willows were dark and the flowers were bright, he just wanted to say that the heavens have mercy on me.

Even the eye sockets became moist.

When he recalled what Zhengyang Xianzong looked like afterwards, he couldn't recall it at all.

All Lin Zichu's thoughts were on the matter of meeting Qianqing. Because he was too nervous, there was a memory in his mind that was completely blank. By the time he realized it, he had already followed Shuangye to Wangqing Peak , facing Qianqing across the door.

"come in."

Qian Qing's voice came from far away, Shuang Ye responded, pushed the door and stepped forward.

Lin Zichu followed closely behind, his hands covered in cold sweat, trembling slightly from nervousness.

At a glance.

Then I saw a handsome young man sitting on the stage, dressed in a red and white robe, with a silver point on his forehead, looking upright and solemn.

The young man rested his chin on his right hand, looked calmly and relaxed, and looked Lin Zichu up and down.

those eyes...

Lin Zichu pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, and restrained his desire to rush forward and hug Qianqing.

He thought that he would never see those eyes again.

"Are you Lin Zichu?" Seeing his strange expression, Qian Qing waved her hand and said, "There is no need to kneel down or salute. I have something to ask you, come here."

Lin Zichu was startled suddenly, and opened his mouth to speak, but he was so emotional that he choked up so much that he couldn't speak.

But he walked over quickly, and when he got close to Qian Qing, he raised his right hand, as if he wanted to grab his wrist.

"Just stand there, stay far away, and don't touch it." Qian Qing pointed to the charred black stone on the wooden table after a warning, and asked, "Do you know what it is?"

Lin Zichu looked down and fell silent.