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

As soon as the words fell, everyone was shocked.

Wanxian was stunned for a moment, and asked: "Young master, do you know the name of that girl from that family?"

Qianqing pressed her forehead, frowned and said: "I don't know if it's a girl or something... I haven't remembered it yet, I still haven't remembered anything."

He yelled, raised his head high, the silver dots on his forehead were dazzling, and a vast and fierce aura shot up into the sky.

If anyone else is here, they will definitely be terrified by this murderous intention, and they don't know what kind of terrifying existence is sealed between Qian Qing's forehead.

He saw two intersecting chains on the silver spot on his forehead, trembling violently, blocking more fierceness from raging outwards.

In the dazzling white light, there is a very small and slender silver dragon swimming around.The space inside the circle is too small, the silver dragon is irritable, roaring with his mouth open, the dragon's whiskers are distinct, and the sound shakes the whole field.

Wanxian is the closest.Even though she was already a monk at the out-of-body stage, she was still closed her eyes by the fierce breath from Qian Qing's forehead.The old pain in her chest was about to go crazy, she couldn't help but fell back, gritted her teeth and said, "Little Lord, please calm down. You don't have to worry, since Feng Xianjun has a way to restrain 'Even if you meet each other, you should not know', you will definitely Help you restore all your memories. It doesn’t matter if you can’t remember it now, you’ll remember it one day. Young master, is Feng Xianjun’s method wonderful? Doesn’t this save a lot of trouble than we go down the mountain to search randomly?”

Qianqing was irritable. He should have heard what Wanxian said, but he couldn't control his out-of-control emotions for a while.

Wanxian's old chest wound was originally scratched by Nielong's claws during the battle of Nielong, and it took a long time to heal.At this time, just under the influence of Fulong's microwave, the wound tended to split open, and the pain was unbearable.

A trace of blood dripped from the corner of Wanxian's mouth, she turned her head, looked at Feng Zhaoming, and said, "Fengxian Jun! You also have to say something."

Feng Zhaoming squeezed the sound amplification formula, and said in a deep voice, "Qianqing."

In the huge space, Feng Zhaoming's voice echoed everywhere, seeming to suppress the Fulong's roar on Qian Qing's forehead.

Fortunately, what was sealed between Qianqing's forehead was only a scale of an adult Fulong, and now it is still immature.

Let Fulong grow up on Qianqing's forehead for a hundred years, if Qianqing can't tame it, there may not be a single monk who can suppress Fulong in ancient and modern times.

However, Feng Zhaoming amplified the sound of the four walls, and the sound was like thunder, piercing into Qian Qing's ears.

Qianqing opened her eyes wide and looked towards him.

Feng Zhaoming sat cross-legged beside him, and sighed inaudibly.

Then say:

"Qianqing, no matter what happens in the future, I promise you that I will help you find that person back."

"..."

"You are emotionally unstable. If you let Fulong go on like this, your body will not be able to bear it. If you want to live, you need to suppress the beast between the foreheads. Are you ready?"

Qianqing opened her mouth to answer, but suddenly a huge force surged out of her body, almost breaking her body.

The Fulong between the foreheads swam quickly, with unspeakable bravery.

The two cranes perched in the dantian also felt the pressure in their bodies. They fluttered their wings, opened and closed their beaks, and flames flew around them, resisting the strong pressure brought by Fulong.

For a moment, Qianqing's body seemed to be a battlefield for these two legendary beasts, both painful and hot.

"Qianqing."

"Qianqing!"

Feng Zhaoming and Wanxian called out his name at the same time, but Qianqing couldn't hear their words at all.

He groaned in extreme pain, and his mind buzzed.

Qianqing closed her eyes, feeling dizzy, as if falling into a dream.

In the next second, his body suddenly became heavy, as if he was falling rapidly.

Everything around became quiet.

The fields are all silent and silent.

Qianqing opened her eyes, and everything she saw was dazzling white light.

——what did I forget?

Qianqing, who was falling rapidly, thought of this question for the millionth time.

The unspeakable reluctance and sadness in his heart reminded him that no matter what, he couldn't give up looking for that person.

At this moment, a huge wind suddenly blew behind Qianqing, the wind was so strong that the ink behind Qianqing danced wildly, and turned backwards to the front.

The clothes on the back were tightly attached to the skin, but the placket on the chest was inflated.

Qian Qing looked back in astonishment, in mid-air, he saw a huge silver fish tail swinging, shining brightly.In the air, there is a damp smell, and there is no fishy smell.

The silver-tailed fish twisted like a swimming fish, and quickly left Qianqing's sight.

Qian Qing hurriedly turned her head, and as soon as she raised her head, her whole body shook.

It turned out that in front of him, there was a huge dragon head.

The dragon's pupils are crimson, as big as a water tank, and the dragon's whiskers are as thick as Qianqing's legs.

The dragon scales are sharp and closely arranged on the skin, which is unspeakably gorgeous.

Its body has front and rear limbs, all of which are extremely thick.The dragon's claws are sharp and powerful.

Qianqing's breathing stopped suddenly, her arms stretched forward quickly, wrapped around her face, and she took a defensive posture.

The huge silver dragon was looking at Qian Qing with its head tilted, but suddenly he raised his hands, the dragon blinked fiercely, and sprayed water from its nose.

Then, an ear-splitting dragon cry came from its throat.

The sound shook Qianqing's lungs with severe pain, and he almost vomited. He wanted to back up, but found that there was no ground here.

Inexplicably, this shocking dragon chant was familiar to him.

However, this familiarity can't reduce Qianqing's sense of crisis at the time of life and death.

The pupils of the silver dragon's eyes contracted like vertical needles, and the animal behavior frantically exploded.It opened its mouth wide, revealing its scarlet tongue.The saliva dripped and fell down.

Then the long tail swung, with alert eyes, and fiercely attacked Qianqing.

He actually wanted to take his life!

Qianqing roared loudly, trying to retreat, but there was no way for him to escape...

... what did I forget?

If you can't find that person, if you can't find that person.

Well, I will definitely regret it.

"Ahhh!"

The veins in Qianqing's neck bulged, and the arms in front of him were suddenly lowered. He raised his head brazenly, and the roar seemed to come from the depths of his chest, and it was so loud.

"—I want to live."

"I must, live!"

At this moment, two silver chains suddenly appeared.

The silver chain looks simple and quiet, but there is a majestic spiritual power all over it, which makes people dare not look directly at it.

These two silver chains were crossed and wrapped around the dragon.

The silver dragon wagged its tail and retreated, but the silver chain was already tightly attached to the dragon scales.

The giant dragon roared, its limbs struggled angrily, and scratched at the silver chain on its body.

The silver chain trembled and clanked, it was tightly wound and did not loosen.

...I want to live and find that person.

Cultivation has no time.

In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

For mortals, ten years is a long time.But for monks, it was just a flick of a finger.

In ten years, it is still too late to train a new generation of disciples to take over from the old and high-ranking monks.

For example, Zhengyang Xianzong.

It has been 25 years since the death of Immortal Lord Dongkun. Even today, Xia Zun is one, and there is still no one to replace him.

However, Feng Zhaoming, the head of the fairy king, has both ability and political integrity, and an upright character.If there is no accident, within a hundred years, Xia Zun's position will definitely be his.

Speaking of Xianjun Feng Zhaoming, I have to mention that he sat down as a disciple and looked at me Qianqing.

Looking at me Qianqing is the only seedling of the Dongkun Immortal Lord alone, looking at me.He is respected and tall, but at the age of 25, he has already reached the peak of foundation establishment, and soon he will attack the alchemy.

He has the talent of controlling beasts. At the age of 15, he subdued the Queyan Erhe, and there was a Fulong fairy beast on his forehead, waiting for him to tame.He is really the proud son of heaven, with a bright future.

However, because Wang Qianqing is still young, he needs someone to guide his practice, so he seldom looks back at my family's house. Disciple, let's practice Tongtian Immortal Art together.

On this day, Xuanying Immortal Venerable was giving a lecture and a Dharma meeting. Nearly [-] core disciples of Zhengyang Immortal Sect gathered near the meeting place before dawn, sat cross-legged on the grass, and waited for the Immortal Venerable to drive him.

When it was not too early, there were three young women in apricot yellow robes flying towards the venue with Yujian.

Someone said:

"These three girls are beautiful and heroic. Could it be the 'Three Sisters of Zhengyang'?"

"Yes, standing in the center, the tall one is the daughter of Pu Zhizhang, named Pu Qingluo. She is very talented, and her father is also ranked among the immortals. First, she has a straightforward personality, even though she is a woman, she is better than a man, and she was always the head of the core disciples before."

"However, after the son of the Immortal Master Dongkun returned to the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, the leader of the core disciples became the Little Immortal Master as it should be."

"Isn't it? Although Pu Qingluo's talent and family background are outstanding, they are still not enough to compare with the little fairy master."

The man said, sighed happily, and shook his head.

The tall female cultivator in an apricot-yellow robe suddenly looked this way, her eyebrows were as thin as willow leaves, and her eyes were piercing, staring at the talkative disciple.

Those two disciples knew that Pu Qingluo couldn't hear the content of their sound transmission, but when she saw them, they still lowered their heads, looking embarrassed.

Pu Qingluo snorted and ignored her.

Zhengyang Xianzong has four immortals in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Spring is the Immortal of Qingyang, summer is the Immortal of Zhuming, autumn is the Immortal of Baizang, and winter is the Immortal of Xuanying.

A disciple of Chunzun, dressed in a green robe.It is bright red in summer, apricot yellow in autumn, and silvery in winter.

The four seasons are distinct, and so are the four disciples.

This Pu Qingluo, dressed in an apricot-yellow robe, is the seat of Immortal Baizang.

She jumped off the sword and walked straight towards Qiu Zun's disciples.

After walking a few steps, she seemed to have discovered something, Pu Qingluo stopped and looked back.

Then I saw a monk with thick eyebrows sitting upright with his eyes closed.There is a star-burdened sword on his right, with awe-inspiring righteousness and an awe-inspiring appearance.

Seeing this monk, Pu Qingluo frowned, as if seeing something dirty, and said, "Mumen Qi, why are you here?"

Mu Men Qi heard Pu Qingluo's words, opened his eyes and said: "Master called me, I want to come."

"My father was kind. He took pity on you back then and accepted you as a disciple. Since today is the meeting between Xuanying Xianzun and the Quanzong, of course I am sorry not to call you. However," Pu Qingluo said angrily, "If I were you, I would definitely not Come here with face. You kid, you have a bad brain, you push things around, and you don’t know how to adapt. Wu Tai, under the seat of Immortal Xuanying, has been expelled from the sect because of the disadvantage in finding the little fairy master. The little fairy master you killed almost died. How can you be thick-skinned..."

Hearing this, Mumen Qi's face twisted, revealing a remorseful expression.

The more Pu Qingluo spoke, the angrier she became, she raised her right hand and pushed it towards the wooden door seven's shoulder.

At this moment, a pair of thin and long palms suddenly stretched out from behind Pu Qingluo, and with a 'da' sound, they firmly grasped her wrist.

Pu Qingluo was stunned, angrily not knowing who would dare to block her actions.

When she turned her head abruptly, she saw a young man in a fiery red robe, with an elegant temperament, a round silver dot between his forehead and two crossed silver chains covering it.

The young man looks like he is only 20 years old, but his spiritual power is grand and vast, and he already has the spirit of a master.

However, when the master spoke, he was completely different.

"Mu Men Qi and you are my grandfather's disciples, so why embarrass him on such occasions." Qian Qing let go of the woman's wrist, and said, "Besides, what does my business have to do with you? Pu Qingluo, you are too lenient stop."