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

"..."

"Who probably gave me this Gang Mao," Qian Qing said, "I wonder if the Young Master knows who this Gang Mao belongs to?"

Although the words were polite, there was an inexplicable hint of sarcasm, without any intimacy or respect.

Seeing that Lin Zichu didn't say a word, Qian Qing glanced down and asked urgently, "What's the matter, Young Master?"

Lin Zichu looked at Qianqing in disbelief, his eyes were surprised, but his pupils seemed to be on fire, and there was infinite hope in despair. He looked up at Qianqing, his eyes were calm and moist, with all kinds of contradictory emotions , are intricately intertwined.

That look puzzled Qian Qing, and he asked, "Lin Zichu?"

Lin Zichu's body trembled, he lowered his head to cover up, then cleared his throat, and said in a hoarse voice: "...don't dare."

"Don't dare, dare not," Qian Qing paused, and said, "When people mentioned the young village master, they were all shocked. They praised you for your celestial appearance, and they all felt that it was their own sin to praise you less. The young village master Han Long Lying snow body, so powerful, why can't you even understand human speech?"

Qian Qing stood up, took a few steps and stood in front of Lin Zichu, looked at his jaw from his eyes, then swept his eyes, looked at each other and said, "I just want to ask you, do you know who this Gangmao belongs to?" ?”

Not long ago——Qianqing stood in front of Lin Zichu, who was a little shorter than Lin Zichu.

But now, when the same young man looked at him, Lin Zichu even had to raise his eyes slightly to meet his gaze.

Has he grown so much taller?

Or his own back, too sad to stand upright?

Lin Zichu took a deep look at Qian Qing, then lowered his head, cupped his hands and said, "...I don't know."

Qian Qing snorted and said, "Since I don't know, forget it. Let me ask you again, why didn't you take Shouxi with you, but took me to the Optimus Pillar?"

Lin Zichu took a deep breath, didn't look into Qianqing's eyes, thought for a while, and said as calmly as possible: "It's because, before my little father-in-law... occasionally suffered from a headache, and the symptoms are really... really unbearable."

Hearing this, Qian Qing's expression softened a little, and said: "Everyone in Linjiazhuang has a chivalrous heart, so I would like to thank you very much."

"Young master, you are welcome," Lin Zichu said in a deep voice, "I... I am..."

He wanted to say some polite words, but Lin Zichu's mouth was so bitter that he could hardly open his mouth, he clenched his teeth, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he even said 'Next' twice, but he didn't say anything.

But Qianqing didn't care too much about what Lin Zichu said, he gave an 'hmm', turned around and walked back to the wooden desk, gently pinching the scorched sapphire stone in his hand with his fingers.

Qianqing then asked Lin Zichu:

"I'm in Linjiazhuang, is there anyone I have a better relationship with?"

Lin Zichu said slowly: "Why did the young man ask about this matter?"

Qianqing hesitated for a while, then said with a slightly confused expression: "I seem to have forgotten something. I forgot everything, but I still remember... I love someone very much."

Lin Zichu was shocked all over, suddenly raised his head, and looked at Qianqing eagerly.

Qianqing turned her back to Lin Zichu, resting her chin on the stone in her hand, as if in deep thought.

Lin Zichu's eyes were bright, he stared at Qian Qing's back, and asked in a hoarse voice: "It's true that the young master forgot about things because he was injured?"

Qian Qing said unhappily: "I was the one asking you the question, why did you come to ask me instead?"

Lin Zichu closed his eyes, opened them again, and said word by word: "I don't know."

"Then do I have someone I like?"

"...I don't know."

Qian Qing didn't seem to expect him to say anything, she nodded and said, "Then you go down."

At that moment, Lin Zichu had an impulse, an impulse to hug Qianqing tightly regardless of everything else.

He looked at Qianqing's back, and even took a few steps forward, as if he was about to embrace him in his arms.

However, Shuang Ye raised her hand to block Lin Zichu, and said without emotion: "Lin Zichu, follow me."

Linzi woke up like a dream, he looked down at Shuangye's hand, and then at Qianqing.

At this moment, Qian Qing happened to turn her head around, looking at Lin Zichu's face, he frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Zichu opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

What to say?

The reason why you are seriously injured and on the verge of death is because the situation is critical and you sacrificed yourself to protect me.

But my spiritual power is still soaring, and the pulse point will move up for the first time in a few days. With the improvement of my qualifications, will I not live for a few days?

Qianqing...how could he bear it?

Lin Zichu's eyes were hot, he lowered his head slightly, almost crying, fearing that he would lose control of his emotions, he hastily turned around.

Qianqing frowned, suddenly thought of something, and said to Lin Zichu's back: "Master Young Master, you came to the Pillar of the Sky, but to worship under the sect of the Immortal Sect? If that is the case, why not stay at the Immortal Sect of Zhengyang, I can help you You recommend."

Lin Zichu calmed down and said:

"Thank you for your kindness. It's just that I... have other plans. By the way, I haven't congratulated you for returning to the Zhengyang Immortal Sect. Before... in Jiuqubaguan, there was a monk named Mumen Qi, I don't know if the little prince can remember?"

Qian Qing raised her eyebrows and asked, "What?"

"He blamed himself day and night, and now he is kneeling at the east gate of the Optimus Pillar, hoping to get your forgiveness one day."

Qianqing lowered her head and lightly stroked the stones on the wooden table, and said "hmm".

After a few tentative inquiries like this, and listening to Qianqing's words, Lin Zichu had already discovered it.

Qianqing seems to have lost part of his memory, which is only about himself.

For example, the fight and worship between two people in the Weiling Pavilion; for example, the reliance on each other on the Optimus Pillar, and the thrilling love between nine twists and eight passes.

he forgot...

She only remembered Lin Zichu, who was illusory and famous all over the world, and who made Qianqing both envious and disgusted.

...Maybe it would be a good thing for him to forget himself and return everything to the original point.

Lin Zichu couldn't help turning his head to look at Qianqing again. His arms trembled, his eyes were deep, and he took a deep breath and said, "Little Lord, I'm leaving now. I have something below, it's not very precious, but I want to give it to you, you can give it to me." ?"

Qian Qing was taken aback by Lin Zichu's first glance.

This person's eyes...why...why are they so...

Being looked at with such eyes, Qianqing couldn't help but nodded.

Lin Zichu bypassed Shuangye, put his right hand into his sleeve, and groped silently.

Shuang Ye looked alert, staring at Lin Zichu closely, lest he harbor evil intentions.So Shuangye stretched her right foot forward, ready to stand in front of Qianqing at all times.

However, after searching for a while, Lin Zichu turned his hand and took out a white peach from his sleeve.

The peach was about the size of a fist, and it was not as attractively pink as ordinary peaches. Instead, it was pure white and exuded a chilly fragrance.

It doesn't look very delicious, and it looks a little poor because of its small size.

Qian Qing took it to thank her, and put it on the wooden case without looking at it again.

Lin Zichu smiled and said: "My lord... I am really happy to see you again... No matter what, this life is not in vain."

"Little Grandpa...Zi Chu wishes you a long life without any calamities and calamities."

"Goodbye."

Zhengwuzhou, Puyuezong.

Inside the sect, there is a man in a royal blue robe, with his right hand fingers propping up his side face, leaning on the chair, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

With a smile on his lips, he was obviously in a happy mood. He tapped his knee with his left fingertips and hummed a tune in his throat, feeling extremely relaxed.

Count silently in your heart, three, two, one.

At this moment, a low-cultivation disciple ran over in a panic and said, "Report! Feng...Zhengyang Xianzong, Feng Zhaoming Xianjun came from the Pillar of Optimus, and asked to see the suzerain!"

Sect Master Bairen suddenly opened his eyes.He saw that his pupils were transparent and he was expressionless, as if he had been blind for a long time.

However, the moment he opened his eyes, the powerful spiritual consciousness belonging to the cultivator of Huashen was unscrupulously and arrogantly shooting in all directions, covering every corner of the sect.

Sect Master Bai Ren suddenly stood up from his chair and said, "Please come in quickly!"

"Yes!"

"...Slow down!"

Because Sect Master Bairen is very strict, the disciple stopped without thinking.

Sect Master Bai Ren pursed his lips, and slowly raised his hand to smooth out the wrinkles that were not on his robe.

After pausing for a while, he said: "You step back... the deity will go in person."

Outside the gate of Puyue Sect, there stood a monk in red and white robes.

His appearance is elegant, his eyebrows are vermilion, and his expression is indifferent.

It was Feng Zhaoming, the head of the Immortal Sovereign of Zhengyang Immortal Sect.

"Feng Xianjun," Sect Master Bairen walked out of the sect and took a few steps forward. When his spiritual sense detected this man who could not be ignored, he couldn't help but bend his eyebrows and smile: "Your Majesty's visit to our place will make the Puyue Sect flourish. Hurry up!" please come in."

Saying that, Sect Master Bairen stretched out his hand to hug Feng Zhaoming's waist, silently urging him to move forward.

If it was someone else, I'm afraid they would be more or less polite, but Feng Zhaoming's character is taciturn. After looking at Sect Master Bairen, he didn't say a word, and walked towards Puyue Sect side by side with Sect Master Bairen.

Although the spiritual power here is not as rich as the peak of Optimus Pillar, it is still abundant.

In the sect, there are immortal plants that often bloom, and bamboo that does not fall.

There are many disciples who come and go on patrol, but they are silent, each of them has a solemn expression, and they never laugh or fight.

Sect Master Bairen said: "I heard that Xianjun has only been to Liaojizhou on the East Island a few days ago. Why, how is the scenery there?"

Feng Zhaoming shook his head.

Although Sect Master Bairen couldn't see, he had a strong spiritual sense, so he could naturally hear every move of Xianjun.

He smiled and said, "If I hadn't known about Xianjun's temperament, I'm afraid you would have thought that you ran so far just to avoid me, ha ha."

"..."

Seeing that Feng Zhaoming remained silent, Patriarch Bairen thought for a moment and said again:

"Yesterday, I hope that my family and Zhengyang Immortal Sect announced to the world that the only son of the Immortal Lord Dongkun has been found. The burden of finding the little Immortal Lord has finally been lifted from your shoulders. It is such a blessing that you can relax for a few days... Why is the Immortal Lord not here? My Puyue Sect takes a short break, let me fulfill my friendship as the suzerain?"

"No need." Feng Zhaoming said: "I'm visiting this time because I want to ask the Suzerain for advice."

Sect Master Bai Ren knew that he was not here to visit him specially, and must have a different purpose, but hearing him say it so bluntly, he felt angry.

His expression suddenly became indifferent, and his face changed extremely quickly.Then he waved his sleeves, stepped forward first, and asked in a cold voice: "The Immortal Monarch knows the past and the present, what can I teach you?"

Feng Zhaoming said: "There is a move in the four moves of the Sovereign Time, which is called 'Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other'. I wonder if the shattered pieces of Time can be restored after this move?"

"What," Sect Master Bairen was taken aback, and a smile quickly appeared on his tense face: "How can the four forms of time of this deity reach the ears of the immortal?"

"..."

At this time, under the attention of many disciples, the two had already arrived at Sect Master Bairen's bedroom.

As soon as Feng Zhaoming entered, Sect Master Bai Ren closed the door.

After sitting down, he wanted to be more polite, but he asked softly, "Do you want some tea, Xianjun?"

However, Feng Zhaoming didn't say a word.

Sect Master Bai Ren hummed, and said: "Since Xianjun is so impatient with me, then I can just say it straight. All things are born and restrained. Since there are four styles of time and light, there must be a way to restrain them. Among them,' Even if you don't know each other' is the most special, if you want to restore the shattered fragments of time, you have to refine it with the blood in the body of the deity."

Feng Zhaoming raised his eyes and looked sharply at Sect Master Bairen.

"It's useless for the immortal to look at me," the man sneered, and said, "There is nothing wrong with what I said. The monk's blood is so precious, I think the immortal knows it himself. I will not give blood to others easily, even if It's Xianjun, you—"

As he said that, Sect Master Bairen lightly touched the back of Feng Zhaoming's hand with his fingers, and said in a drawn out voice, "It doesn't work either."