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

The clouds move and the fog moves away, the moon moves and the stars move.

The Pillar of Optimus, Baizang Immortal Palace.

Fengxian Jun and Baizang Xianzun sat cross-legged, with a chessboard in front of them.The board is black and white, and there are more than a hundred chess pieces. It is obvious that the chess game has gradually come to an end.

On the left side of the chessboard, there are two teacups. There are apricot-yellow tea leaves in the teacups. The tea is rich and lingering for a long time.

Next to the teacup, there is a white porcelain bottle, in which are inserted a few straight green bamboos, the bamboo leaves are stained with dew, exuding a delicate fragrance.

Immortal Bai Zang held the white chess in his hand, and lightly dropped the chess piece on the board, making a crisp sound.

At the same time ask:

"Zhaoming, how is Qianqing's homework going?"

Feng Zhaoming paused, without saying a word.

The tender bamboo leaves in the clean bottle curled up gradually, and when the bamboo leaves stretched out again, the bamboo leaves were dyed a flame-like vermilion.

Baizang Immortal Venerable squinted his eyes to see such a change in Chufanzhu, he smiled and said nothing.

Feng Zhaoming held the chess with his eyes down, and just about to make a move with his right hand, at this moment, Qingfeng Xiantong walked into the fairy palace, leaned close to Xianjun's ear, and whispered a few words.

The reason why Qingfeng chose to whisper with Feng Zhaoming was because no matter how low the voice was, with the cultivation of Immortal Baizang, he could hear it clearly.

This is a kind of trust in Xianzun.

Compared with the sound transmission of spiritual consciousness, it is more respectful.

Therefore, Baizang Xianzun clearly heard Qingfeng say:

"Feng Jun, the Bairen Sect Master sent an envoy to invite you to join him in the Boyue Sect... to enjoy the moon."

Feng Zhaoming's hand holding the chess paused slightly, hanging in the air.

Paused, as if unknown, with a 'clang' sound, the chess piece fell down, saving a large piece of black chess.

Qingfeng knew the taciturn character of Xianjun Feng Zhaoming, after whispering, he bowed and backed away.

Immortal Bai Zang said: "Since there is an invitation from a distinguished guest, Zhao Ming can leave on his own."

Feng Zhaoming nodded lightly, as if he wasn't in a hurry, he didn't get up, and just looked down at the chess game with a restrained and serious expression.

Baizang Immortal Venerable did not continue to give birth, he stroked his gray beard, and said: "Qianqing is still young, stubborn and naughty, which has caused Zhao Mingtu a lot of trouble."

"Master's words are absurd." Feng Zhaoming frowned and said, "Qianqing is serious in her work and perseveres, and she has never been idle for a day since she became a master."

"Since that's the case, what is Zhaoming worrying about?"

"..."

Feng Zhaoming put the chess piece in his hand into the chess jar, then stood up on his knees, and said: "Master, Zhaoming bids farewell."

"Zhaoming." Immortal Bai Zang suddenly stopped Feng Zhaoming, paused and said, "...Qianqing's mood is too volatile, which can easily trigger Fulong's mania in his forehead. His cultivation level is still low, and it is difficult to suppress Fulong's viciousness. Let him calm down and stabilize his emotions. You patiently taught him to write and paint, and guided Qianqing, fearing that he would lose control of his emotions, but you also worried that these might not be enough to calm the anger of the crouching dragon on Qianqing's forehead, so you felt depressed.... However , my teacher told you that everything should not be too forceful, did you listen?"

At that moment, Feng Zhaoming's jaw suddenly became extremely sharp.

He paused word by word:

"Zhaoming knows."

Although Puyue Sect was not established for a long time, Sect Master Bairen is young and his cultivation level is not high, but he is already the No. 1 practitioner of Zhengwuzhou Guangyin Dao.

Therefore, the school's reputation spread widely, and many disciples came to study.

The Puyue Sect covers an extremely vast area, boundless.In addition, the climate here is humid, rich in aura, and the walls are often surrounded by white mist, which is really like a fairyland.

But now, in the Boyue Sect with strict teaching and discipline, the disciples looked solemn and trotted to and fro, but there was joy that couldn't be hidden in their eyebrows and eyes.

It's because they heard that Feng Zhaoming from the Zhengyang Immortal Sect will come to enjoy the moon with the Sect Master this evening.

Even though Sect Master Bairen had been Feng Zhaoming's sword boy before he founded the sect.However, the Dao of Cultivation of Immortals only cares about the tyrannical cultivation base, regardless of the origin of the hero.Even if Sect Master Bairen was the sword envoy under Lord Fengxian before, so what?

Now, isn't Feng Zhaoming going to discuss friendship with the suzerain's peers and enjoy the bright moon together?

For the disciples of Puyue Sect, once Immortal Feng Zhaoming came here, they will have a bright face.

On the other hand, Sect Master Bai Ren was wearing a royal blue robe, his right index finger was tapping his knee in a boring but rhythmic manner, his eyes were lightly closed, and he was slowly exhaling and meditating.

For monks in the stage of transforming spirits, the breakthrough does not depend on the simple accumulation of absorbing spiritual power, but mostly depends on the monks' perception of the way they have learned.

At this time, Sect Master Bai Ren's expression was very relaxed, and it seemed that he didn't want to improve his cultivation by absorbing spiritual energy.

It's just that under the relaxed face, there is a trace of anxiety hidden.

Because even though he knew, with Feng Zhaoming's temperament, he was [-]% sure that he would accept his invitation.

But there are still two points in the swing.

The rhythm of Sect Master Bairen knocking on his knees became faster, overlapping with his own heartbeat.

Not long after that.

The disciples of Puyue Sect were still busy preparing refreshments for enjoying the moon.

But Sect Master Bairen still closed his eyes and meditated in the hall.

Suddenly, a red-robed monk came pacing from a distance.

He walked slowly, but in the blink of an eye, he shrunk to an inch and moved thousands of miles.

Elegant appearance, extraordinary temperament.

A disciple immediately recognized it and said, "Quickly invite the suzerain!"

As if sensing something, Sect Master Bai Ren who was leaning on the bed suddenly jumped up, took a few steps forward, and was about to open the door.

However, he stopped quickly, his dull eyes showed hesitation, and then Sect Master Bairen raised his hand to stroke his hair. After realizing that it was not messy, he took a breath, slowly opened the door, and walked out from the hall.

Unexpectedly, he ran into Feng Zhaoming who was walking towards this side.

Feng Zhaoming was followed by many disciples, compared to Feng Xianjun's graceful posture, they looked particularly embarrassed, panting: "Sovereign! Feng Xianjun came here suddenly, before we could notify him, he came in by himself."

Sect Master Bairen didn't think he was disobedient, he waved his right hand and said to his disciples, "Back off."

"Yes."

After saying that, Sect Master Bairen moved his eyes, 'looked' at Feng Zhaoming, and said with a smile: "I invited Xianjun to come here in the evening to enjoy the bright moon with this deity, but I don't know why Fengxian Jun came so early? Tea? None of the fairy fruits are fully prepared."

"No problem." Feng Zhaoming walked into the main hall of Bairen Sect Master, waved his long sleeves, and closed the door.

The moment the sun was blocked, the room seemed to cool down all of a sudden.

Sect Master Bairen narrowed his apricot eyes and said slowly:

"...What does Xianjun mean by this?"

"The exchange mentioned by the suzerain before." Feng Zhaoming lowered his head, looked at suzerain Bairen, and said, "I agree. This time I come here, I will give something to the suzerain."

I don't know what angered Sovereign Bairen, his expression suddenly became ferocious, but he quickly restrained himself and smiled.

Sect Master Bai Ren walked to the table, opened the teapot, and a scent of tea lingered in his nose.

With a finger of his right hand, warm spring water gradually rose up from the originally dry pot, soaking the pure blue tea leaves in the pot until they stretched out.

"Ordinary mortals drink tea with purple as their respect." Sect Master Bairen said, "They must have never tasted the taste of this blue tea. The reason why this deity set up this Puyue Sect here may be mostly because it is rich in blue tea. Top-notch blue tea. Feng Xianjun, why don't you do me a favor and have a drink with me?"

Feng Zhaoming walked forward without saying a word, and suddenly stopped Sect Master Bairen and picked him up.

The person in his arms was furious, with a ruthless expression, and although his eyes were dull, there was a fierce ray of light.

"Who allows you... to be so presumptuous!"

However, the hands that were so nervous and trembling tightly hugged Feng Zhaoming's neck.

The powerful spiritual consciousness belonging to the cultivator of Huashen swept all directions, covering every corner of the room.

Since Patriarch Bairen is blind, he usually relies on his divine sense to identify the people around him.He is flamboyant, he doesn't like to restrain himself, and his consciousness is suffocating.

And at this time, in a hurry, he released his spiritual sense to probe every hair of Feng Zhaoming clearly.

"Feng Zhaoming!"

Sect Master Bairen said angrily: "This deity can...you..."

Inside the hall, the fragrance of blue tea wafted, and the curtains swayed.

Optimus Pillar, Wangqing Peak.

The spiritual power in the peak is strong, the summer mountains are like blue, and the scenery is beautiful.

However, at this time, the mountain seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds, because the owner of the mountain was unhappy.

Shouxi was alone, looking at the jade plate in front of him, suddenly put down his chopsticks, dejected.

Shen Hua stood aside to accompany Shou Xi to eat, but her mind was on the Lord who locked herself in the palace and could not come out.

The doors and windows in the hall are closed tightly, and no sunlight can enter.

Qianqing sat in the shade, stroking something with her right hand.

He bent his left knee and rested his left hand on his knee.Due to the dark light, he couldn't see his expression clearly for a while.

Qianqing seemed to be forcibly enduring, and wanted to put down the stone-like object on her right hand, but couldn't bear it anymore, and held it even harder.

When he smelled the burning smell coming from the stone, Qianqing jumped up and shouted almost collapsed: "...he doesn't know!"

"He doesn't know, and I don't know either!" Qian Qing blushed, and the veins on her neck bulged, "I don't know anything... Who did I forget, who did I forget!"

There are already tears in the eyes.