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

Jingxin Arrow Bamboo leaves are peculiar, like arrow feathers, thin and sharp, full of evil spirit.Although it looks quite scary on the outside, this kind of fairy bamboo actually has the effect of calming the mind, which is very magical.Only in places with strong spiritual power and peace and harmony can such bamboos grow.

At this moment, on the Zhenhui Peak, Qingfeng, Mingyue and other disciples dug out the Chuanzhu bamboo one by one from the top of the mountain, and replanted the Jingxin Arrow bamboo.

Then plant five hundred bamboo milk brought by the suzerain personally to reconcile the damage caused by the unacceptable water and soil to the immortal bamboo.

Even though Qingfeng Mingyue and the other disciples could use the immortal method, after a lot of hard work, they were still gasping for breath.

After everything was ready, Qingfeng sent away the introductory disciples who were helping, and stood on the top of the mountain, looking around.

Jingxin Arrow Bamboo likes dampness, under the sunshine, the leaf surface is moist, coupled with the influence of bamboo milk, the peak is more green.

Qingfeng said: "Mingyue, the Immortal Monarch and Sect Master Bairen are talking in the Banxie Pavilion at this time, telling me that the two of us don't have to wait, but I always feel that we should wait outside the hall."

"That's right," Mingyue said, "Hundreds..."

Before the words finished, Qingfeng raised his hand to cover Mingyue's mouth.

He didn't let go until Mingyue's eyes revealed a clear expression.

Then, a divine consciousness came.

Mingyue whispered: "Sect Master Bairen has an eccentric personality. As early as when he was a sword boy, he had a strong desire to possess Feng Xianjun and did many ridiculous things..."

With a heavy expression on Qingfeng's face, he said via voice transmission: "Sect Master Bairen is also the master of a sect. This time he came to visit, and he has taken on the face of the entire Puyue Sect. Maybe he won't do anything indecent."

Mingyue said: "He has a meticulous mind, a flexible mind, and a high level of cultivation. He is really a hero. It's just about love, so... oh."

Qingfeng said worriedly: "Back then, the position of Sect Master Bairen was humble and low, so he had to be restrained. However, his status is so high now, for the sake of Xianzong's appearance, I'm afraid...I'm afraid it's not good for Feng Xianjun to refuse sternly."

"Yes," Mingyue said: "The situation is like this, even if Xianjun doesn't let the two of us go to serve, we should stand outside the door."

Qingfeng nodded.

The two of them jumped up, turning into two red phantoms, which instantly dissipated in the air.

At the same time, inside the Banxie Pavilion.

In front of a square wooden table sat two male cultivators who looked young but had strong spiritual pressure.

One of them was dressed in a red and white robe, with a cold demeanor, lowered his eyes, and kept silent.

The one on the opposite side was dressed in a royal blue robe, with his hair combed up high, and he was very heroic.

"According to the calculation, this deity has been more than [-] years, and has not been to this evil pavilion." The blue-robed monk moved his eyes and 'looked' at Feng Zhaoming.

Feng Zhaoming didn't say a word, just lightly pointed with his right hand on the wooden table, and there were two teacups, which were placed in front of the two of them.

Sect Master Bairen smiled, raised his sleeve with his left hand, and raised the teacup with his right hand.

His divine sense, which has always been unscrupulous, is rare at this moment, and he only looks at the teacup in front of him.

Then Sect Master Bairen smiled and said: "Mr. Feng is so stingy, only entertaining guests with a cup of water?"

There was no annoyance in the words, but Feng Zhaoming still explained: "It's not clear water, but green lychee juice."

On Jueding Peak, there is a tree named Qingli after its fruit.

It takes a hundred years for a qingli fruit tree to produce a qingli. The skin of the qingli is uneven, like scales, but the taste of the fruit is extremely sweet. If it is condensed into juice, it can even move the face of a fairy.

It's just a whole green lychee, which can only be brewed with green lychee juice the size of a thumb. Even in Xianzong, this thing is relatively rare.

"It turned out to be green lychee juice." Sect Master Bairen put the teacup to his nose, sniffed it lightly, and said, "Why did you use this thing to entertain me instead of immortal wine? Could it be that Feng Jun thought that I still drank it back then?" The little sword boy who will be disciplined by you for some wine?"

Feng Zhaoming didn't argue fiercely, he said softly: "Green lychee juice is good for wood monks."

Of course Sect Master Bairen knew.It's just that Feng Zhaoming's words will undoubtedly make him more happy.

Take a closer look, even the teacup in your hand has a concave-convex shape, which is made of lychee peel, lest other wood and porcelain cover up the sweet and extraordinary taste of lychee juice.

Sect Master Bairen raised his teacup, raised his head and drank it in one gulp. He said:

"As long as it is given to me by Feng Jun, even if it is a poison that burns my throat and cuts my belly, I will still drink it."

A pair of lifeless eyes stared fixedly at the person in front of him.

It was clearly a pair of blind eyes, but looking at Feng Zhaoming, there were explicit emotions in those eyes.

Sect Master Bairen put down his teacup, walked slowly to Feng Zhaoming, and said:

"After all... for this deity, I can see you..."

His voice was low and hoarse, adding exciting ambiguity.

Sect Master Bairen bent down, raised Feng Zhaoming's chin, and said softly:

"Being able to see such a bewitching beauty like you, Xianjun, I have no fear of how many eternal love tests I have to endure."

This is really ridiculous.

Feng Zhaoming, as the first disciple of the Dongkun Immortal Lord of the Zhengyang Immortal Sect, has pure six roots, ruthless and desireless.After becoming the head of the immortal king, he behaved decently and should be a model of righteousness.

How about gorgeousness, how about confusing people?

These two shocking adjectives were overshadowed, but Feng Zhaoming remained calm and did not open his mouth to refute.

When it came to the two little fairy boys standing outside the hall, they couldn't help but gasped in surprise and anger.

Sect Master Bairen's eyes moved outwards, and soon turned to Feng Zhaoming's face, two fingers groped the smooth skin of the fairy ambiguously, Sect Master Bairen said: "Qingfeng and Mingyue are right outside the door, can you hear me?" It doesn't matter if you and I are talking? Feng Xianjun, do you know that this deity..."

Feng Zhaoming's expression remained unchanged, and with a wave of his right hand, a sound-proof barrier spread outward from his palm.

The room is covered with a transparent membrane, blocking all sound.

The corner of Sect Master Bairen's mouth curled up, and he continued: "Do you know what this deity wants to come this time? A glass of green lychee juice is not enough for this deity to come to Zhengyang Immortal Sect to expend spiritual power."

"..."

Facing the stuffy gourd-like fairy in front of him, instead of feeling bored, Sect Master Bairen was very interested.He straddled Feng Zhaoming's waist in an extremely dissolute posture that outsiders would never believe a suzerain could do.

He leaned close to Feng Zhaoming's ear and whispered to him: "This venerable came here... to send myself to the bed of the immortal king."

Feng Zhaoming closed his eyes and sighed inwardly.

"This deity takes pity on you, not only let you be on the top, but also give you blood later, so that you can use it to please the little fairy master. Only this deity can do such a good thing."

After saying that, Sect Master Bai Ren leaned forward, kissed Feng Zhaoming's vermilion eyebrows, and continued: "You have taken advantage of me so many times, so don't frown and show a reluctant expression."

The eyebrows are Feng Zhaoming's pulse points.

The whole body of the monk is protected by aura, which is hard and indestructible. Only the pulse point is weak and can be fatal.

Even close relatives rarely touch other people's connections like Patriarch Bairen.

This is not only rude, but also too presumptuous, because even between couples, you can't joke about life and death.

However, the master of Bairen moved smoothly, and he didn't take it seriously at all. He even stuck out his tongue and licked it.

Feng Zhaoming opened his eyes and looked at Bai Ren sharply.

Sect Master Bai Ren said with a smile: "But you can't always take advantage of it. If you want the essence and blood of the deity, there are conditions. For example, the location of the act must be chosen by the deity."

"..."

"I heard that the little fairy master often comes to Banxie Pavilion to ask the fairy king in person, where is it?" Sect master Bairen said: "The little fairy master has the bone of the fairy master Dongkun in his body, and when you see him, you will definitely think of Dongkun. Hmph. I have had sex with you in the Banxie Pavilion, and when you teach the little fairy master in the future, maybe you won’t think of him, but me!”

Sect Master Bai Ren turned his face very quickly, he was still smiling before, but after a cold snort, he quickly changed his mood, appearing extremely angry, and at the end, he even forgot to call himself.

"presumptuous."

Feng Zhaoming scolded, his right hand was like lightning, he grabbed Sect Master Bairen by the shoulder, and ripped him off.

Then he stood up, and the wooden bench behind him was kicked over, cracked twice, and split into several pieces.

The atmosphere in the room was tense, and a fight was about to start.

At this moment, Sect Master Bairen took a deep breath, his face softened a lot.

He said: "...I have come to Zhengyang Immortal Sect through untold hardships, not to fight with you. That's all, I have already figured out what kind of temper you have."

After finishing speaking, Sect Master Bai Ren stepped forward and silently restored the wooden bench.

After that, he grabbed Feng Zhaoming's collar with one hand, and wrapped around Xianjun's neck with the other, wrapping around his body like vines...

At the stage of cultivating the gods, he has long been unaware of the changes in cold and heat, and Bai Ren has long forgotten what it feels like to be scorching hot.

However, the chest of the man behind him was so hot that it almost burned him, making Sect Master Bairen covered in sweat.

His calf cramped, his toes stepped on the sheets hard, every inch of his body was wet with sweat, even his eyelashes were unbearably wet.

"You... you bastard..."

The secret place behind the venerable master was not lubricated, and Feng Xianjun entered deeply from behind, and couldn't stop for a long time, Bai Ren trembled and scolded: "Bastard...you dare to let Longyu come here...you...you Dare to let her come, you only have the little fairy master in your heart, you have never thought of me... ah..."

Sect Master Bairen couldn't hold his elbows any longer, he panted and fell on the bed, the sheets were full of Xianjun's cold breath, he held Feng Zhaoming's arm tightly, his whole body trembled, his body stiffened, and he held his breath.After a few breaths, Fang Cai lay limp on the bed, short of breath.

I do not know how long it has been.

Feng Zhaoming withdrew the sharp blade in his hand, and put the blood in front of him into the crystal box.

Blood is extremely important to a monk, a handful of blood is the limit point that can make a monk critically weak.

After being sucked by Feng Zhaoming for a handful of blood, Bai Ren would not suffer much harm theoretically, but his face was still extremely pale and his lips were colorless.

Sect Master Bairen took a breath, healed the wound on his chest indifferently, he laughed at himself, didn't hold back, and said: "Feng Xianjun, I know that you are sleeping with me for essence and blood. Can you not As soon as it stopped, blood was taken immediately? I was burned by you behind me, and you stabbed me in the chest again, really... I don’t understand the situation.”

Feng Zhaoming didn't open his mouth to defend, he put the crystal box in his cuffs, cupped his hands and said: "The suzerain can rest here, I will offend you if I go out on business."

After speaking, he turned to leave.

"Hold on."

Feng Zhaoming's footsteps stopped for a while, and he didn't look back.

Sect Master Bairen looked at Feng Zhaoming's back, paused, and said: "In more than a month, there will be a martial arts performance in Zhengyang Immortal Sect. As the Sect Master of Puyue Sect, I will bring my disciples to participate. "

Feng Zhaoming nodded and said, "Welcome Sect Master Bairen."

Sect Master Bai Ren said with a smile: "At that time, can you ask for a peak near Feng Xianjun, so that I can live in it?"