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

Qian Qing got up from the ground, feeling very strange in her heart, but she couldn't explain it at this moment, so she could only walk out with the servant.

A group of people walked in silence, no one spoke, they came all the way to the Dayuan Baojing Tower, and stood here waiting for the Shaozhuang owner to summon.

It was early summer, and the weather wasn't very hot, but standing here at noon, the sun was so hot that people's hair was smoking.

The reason why the Dayuan Baojing Building is so named, as the name suggests, is that it contains the Dayuan Baojing, a treasure.The mirror is three meters in diameter, perfectly round and made of brass.

At the ceremony of opening the pulse tomorrow, this treasure will be carried out, and the mirror spirit will be summoned to perform the art of opening the pulse.

The so-called summoning of spirits is presided over by monks, attracting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and inviting the spirit of the mirror.The subsequent opening of the pulse was done by Jing Ling.

The mirror has a spirit, but the spirit of the mirror is different.

Mirrors of different textures will form mirror spirits with different personalities. Even if the same mirror is summoned by different monks, it may form completely different ceremonies.

The ceremony of opening the pulse is not only longing for, but also awe-inspiring for most people, and this is where it comes from.

For example, in the opening ceremony of the year before last, Jingling turned into a vast and boundless sea of ​​forests, and the person who opened the pulse went to it alone. Another checkpoint was set up, which made it difficult for countless heroes who came to participate in the opening ceremony.

There are rumors that the monk who summoned the spirit of the mirror this year was Lin Zichu. Until today, Lin Zichu closed the Dayuan Mirror Tower, and this rumor has been confirmed.

Qianqing and Shouxi respectfully stand in front of the Dayuan Mirror Building, waiting for Lin Zichu to summon her.Even though it was clear that Lin Zichu had called people to come, after waiting for a long time, they were not allowed to go in and put on a good posture.

Qianqing turned her head and looked at Shouxi, who was also looking at him.

Qianqing couldn't help showing a wry smile.

Shouxi looked at him and said with his mouth: "You are still innocent!"

Qian Qing said in a low voice, "It's none of my business, I really don't know why I can't kowtow."

Shouxi asked: "Is... related to your headache?"

The male slave standing aside suddenly coughed, obviously not because of a throat discomfort, but just as a reminder.

The two closed their mouths at the same time and stopped talking.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, a male slave with thick eyebrows walked out slowly from the Daming Mirror Building, and said, "Young Master suddenly has something urgent, so it is inconvenient to see you..."

Qian Qing cursed the little turtle in her heart!

"...Please let me tell you all, don't worry about tomorrow's pulse opening ceremony, don't be impetuous, let alone panic, I wish the two young masters can advance and retreat with the young master in the future, and ascend to the fairy world."

Qianqing and Shouxi leaned over to thank each other at the same time, and were led back to their respective bedrooms by the male slave.

However, she said that today Qianqing encountered some difficulties when saluting, if Lin Zhuangzhu's character was not really gentle and modest, the big hat of impoliteness and disrespect would be put on his head.Qian Qing returned to her residence, bowed down and kowtowed in a place where no one was around, trying to touch her head to the ground, but she really couldn't kowtow.No matter how hard he tried, there seemed to be an invisible obstacle on his forehead, preventing him from leaning forward.

However, after a while, Qianqing enlightened herself, anyway, she would rarely have the opportunity to kowtow to others in the future, so she put it behind her.

Tomorrow is the ceremony of opening the pulse, everyone in Linjiazhuang is busy, no one cares about Qianqing and Shouxi at this time, saying that they should relax their muscles and bones, so as to accumulate a lot of money for tomorrow's ceremony.

Qianqing has a restless temper, so after staying in the residence for a while, he slipped out, brought two bottles of fruit wine, and went to find Shouxi.

Linjiazhuang, East Boundary, Dayuan Baojing Tower.

Lin Zichu sat cross-legged on the futon, with his hands in mudra, looking at the shining mirror in front of him.

This precious mirror is simple and solemn. Although it is called a "mirror", it cannot reflect the shadow of Lin Zichu at this time.

A young slave with bushy eyebrows walked into the building, knelt at the side, and said softly, "Master, the two young masters outside have left. In half an hour, the envoy of Kudu Sect will be here, do you want to change clothes?"

Lin Zichu raised his right hand, his palm was thin and long, facing the little slave, signaling that there is no need to say more.

The little slave said respectfully: "Yes."

Don't dare to say more.

The little slave with thick eyebrows thought to himself.The master has always had a calm temperament. He became famous when he was young, but he is steady and mature. No matter what he faces, he always has the indifference of a group of landslides and never retreats.

However, this morning, Xiao Nu just casually mentioned that when he saw that Qianqing was unwilling to kowtow, and a group of people were deadlocked in the Muyin Pavilion, Lin Zichu's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly asked him to go to the owner of the villa, asking for someone to come.

The little slave with thick eyebrows was puzzled.He originally thought that the master had something important to call for, but the young master didn't summon the two of them, let them stand at the door for a while, and then let them go.

The little slave didn't dare to talk about his master, but he felt really strange in his heart.

When the envoy of Kumozong entered the foot of the mountain where Linjiazhuang was located, the owner of Linzhuang sent someone to remind him, Lin Zichu got up, changed his clothes, and waited in the front hall.

When Lin Zhuang saw his son, he asked gently, "Chu'er, how is the summoning going?"

Lin Zichu coughed and said, "It's okay."

"The envoy sent by the Kuending Sect today is the adjutant of the [-]th Division of the Kuending Sect. His status is not low. No matter what, you can't collide with the other party."

"The child knows."

There is a total of No. [-] team of Hu Zong under Ku Mozong's command, the first team has the highest status, and the No. [-] team is the last.Among them, each team includes the captain and deputy captain, commanding a hundred people under its banner.

The Lin family has garrisoned Wanshui City for generations, and their status is not as good as that of Ku Zhongzong.

The envoy who came this time was the vice-team of the Ninth Division. As the vice-team, condescending to watch the opening ceremony of Wanshui City, it was already a great deal of face.Of course, the ceremony of opening the pulse is a cover, the most important thing is to see Zhao Ling's Lin Zichu.

The Kumo sect had long wanted to recruit Lin Zichu, but despite the other party's polite refusal, the sect still did not give up.

Not long after, six men in black and cloaks walked into the lobby like the wind.

The owner of the Linzhuang took a step forward and said: "Welcome the envoy of the end of suffering, our village is full of luxuriant plants, come and prepare a banquet for the envoy."

The head of the six people was not tall, very thin, with fleshless cheeks and deeply sunken eye sockets.

It was Ke Gu, the deputy captain of the [-]th Division of the Kumo Sect. When he saw Lin Wenqian coming up to meet him, he kept his expression motionless. Only when he saw Lin Zichu behind Lin Wenqian, he showed his white teeth and asked, "This baby?" Is it Lin Zichu? He... really has the body of a cold dragon lying on the snow?"

Lin Zichu heard Ke Gu's contemptuous words, he couldn't help frowning, he cupped his hands slightly, and didn't answer.

Lin Wenqian said: "It's the little one. Zichu will summon the mirror spirit of the Great Ming Dynasty for the first time tomorrow. At that time, the envoy can go and watch it together."

Ke Gu's skull-like face turned towards Lin Zichu, his bull's eyes as big as copper bells stared at him firmly, and said with a smile, "Of course, we must go!"

After settling down the envoy of the bitter end, Lin Wenqian called Lin Zichu to Muyin Pavilion for a talk.

Lin Wenqian looked unhappy, and said: "The end of suffering is too aggressive, Zichu, after the ceremony of opening the pulse, you and your companion quickly leave Wanshui City and go to Optimus One Pillar. If he can worship the fairy gate, he will suffer The final sect must not dare to entangle any more."

"Yes."

Qian Qing's figure flashed in Lin Zichu's mind, he was stunned for a moment, and soon recovered.

"Hmm." Lin Zhuang looked at his eldest son with satisfaction, and said, "It's getting late, go and rest."

Lin Zichu lowered his head: "My boy, leave."

On the other side, Shouxi's residence.

The sun has set to the west.

Qianqing and Shouxi didn't dare to drink too much, they drank half a jug of fruit wine and spent most of the time eating snacks.

Ask the servant to cut a large piece of beef and bring it, and after a while, he asked for noodles again.The two ate until there was no gap in their stomachs, and Qian Qing came out from Shouxi's side.

He felt itchy in his heart, and couldn't help but want to go to the east to see the man in white.

Although he still didn't know the identity and name of the other party at this time, and it was dark when he saw him, Qianqing couldn't even remember what the other party looked like.

At this moment, he could only vaguely think of the other party's round eyes, but the most impressive thing was that white arm.

But for some reason, I really wanted to talk to him.

Qian Qing, who didn't drink much wine but seemed drunk at this moment, smiled. He walked back to the residence, touched the spider in his hand, and said, "Ah Mao, let's go and see him, how about?"

The spider thumped in Qianqing's hand, tilted its body, and rubbed its head against the owner's palm.

The reason why Qianqing named this spider Amao was precisely because it had tiny feathers on its head, which made Qianqing's palms itch when it rubbed against it.He poked Ah Mao with his fingers to make the little guy stand upright, and asked, "You don't want me to go?"

The spider opened its mouth, revealing two pitch-black fangs, if others saw it, they would be terribly disgusting, but Qian Qing regarded it as normal.

"...That's fine." Qian Qing pondered for a while, then smiled, "I'll wait until the opening ceremony of the pulse is over tomorrow, and I'll go see him again. I heard that after the opening of the pulse, those with extraordinary aptitude can have 13 servants. That's great."

Qian Qing smiled lightly, somehow, she had a premonition, thinking that she was very talented and would have impressive results tomorrow.Until the night, before going to sleep, I was still thinking about how to take the man in white for my own use.

He just felt happy, even if he suffered from an old illness at night and rolled all over the floor with a headache, it didn't affect his happy mood.

Linjiazhuang, Dayuan Baojing Tower.

After Lin Zichu came back from his father's bedroom, he didn't go to his own residence, but went straight to this place.

He pushed open the door of this building, and the dozen or so servants who followed him stopped and waited outside the door.

Only the little slave with thick eyebrows bowed and knelt, intending to follow Lin Zichu into this building.

Suddenly hearing Lin Zichu's slightly hoarse voice saying:

"...Xiaobao, you stay too."

The thick-browed slave called Xiaobao bowed his head meekly when he heard the words, and said respectfully: "Yes, Young Master."

Lin Zichu stepped into the Dayuan Mirror Building, the door closed automatically behind him, there was no light here, but as a monk, he could see everything clearly.

Lin Zichu looked at the solemn mirror placed in the middle of the building, and sat cross-legged on the futon in front of the mirror for a long time.

His heart was beating like a drum inexplicably, as if foreshadowing something.

Lin Zichu suddenly thought of the kid who suddenly had a serious illness and broke into Weiling Pavilion for no reason, and felt a little restless, as if he was looking forward to something.

interesting!

I don't know what kind of talent Qian Qing is, but Lin Zichu feels strange in his cold dragon crouching snow body.

Lin Zichu shook his slightly trembling right hand, and looked up at the precious mirror in front of him.

He coughed lightly in his mouth:

"……tomorrow……"

Everything is until tomorrow.