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

"Follow up."

As Qianqing said, she stepped forward quickly, stepped on the clouds, and flew towards Wangqing Peak.

Lin Zichu hastily drew out the Hanshu Sword, and at the same time said to Pei'er: "You go back."

Pei'er said: "Brother, can your body take it?"

Lin Zichu squeezed the sword formula with his hands, and stepped on Hanshu's sword.The spiritual power in his body was initially settled, but under forceful urging, he couldn't stand still, and the blade of the sword swayed.

But he said in his mouth: "Naturally there is no problem. Besides, I am with Qianqing, even if there is any problem, he will help you, so you don't have to worry about it."

After finishing speaking, the Hanshu Sword buzzed, carrying Lin Zichu forward.

When Lin Zichu approached, Qian Qing accelerated her flying speed, and the two moved forward side by side, with Shuang Ye and Shen Hua following closely behind.

Along the way, Qianqing did not talk to Lin Zichu.He was agitated, his cheeks were tense, and his jaw was rigidly arched.

Until she climbed Wangqing Peak and entered the palace, Qianqing didn't say a word.He walked straight into the palace, and the palace door closed automatically behind him.

Shuangye and Xinhua lowered their eyebrows and stood on both sides of the palace gate.

Lin Zichu was wandering outside the door, after a while, he gently pushed the palace door open.

After approaching Qianqing Palace, he did not forget to close the door tightly.

When Qian Qing left Feng Zhaoming's place, it was not too early.At this moment, the sun was setting, and the fluorescent light was not awakened in the room, and the light was slightly dim.

Qianqing was alone, standing in front of the window.The paper window in front of her was wide open, and the hot summer wind was blowing towards her face, causing Qianqing's pockets to flutter slowly.

Lin Zichu quietly looked at Qianqing's back, for some reason, he just felt that this young monk with his back to him must be very, very lonely at the moment.

He involuntarily walked forward and stood beside Qianqing.

Qian Qing glanced sideways at Lin Zichu, then turned to look out the window.

The bright red sunset was completely hidden behind the horizon, the golden glow gradually faded, and dusk slowly descended.

"Ten years ago," Qianqing stretched out her hand and pointed to the east, and said, "I was brought back to Zhengyang Xianzong by Master. In the past ten years, I have been looking for the person I forgot. No matter how you announce it to the world, you haven't found any useful news."

Qianqing laughed, and quickly changed the subject before Lin Zichu could answer.

"Can you drink?" he asked.

Lin Zichu nodded slightly.

In the next instant, Qianqing had a round-bellied wine jar in her hand.

He touched the cork on the wine jar with his fingers, and when he opened the cork, the room was immediately filled with a tempting aroma of wine.

Qian Qing raised her head and took a big sip, the wine spilled out, wet Qian Qing's chest.

Lin Zichu said: "May I have a drink?"

Qianqing passed the wine jar over.

Lin Zichu looked down, then raised his head and drank.

Compared to Qianqing, he drank much more elegantly, with his lower lip pressed against the wine jar, and the tip of his tongue touching the wall of the jar, without spilling a drop of wine.

The two shared a jug of wine, and when it was completely dark, the wine in the jug was still full, and the amount did not decrease.

Only then did Lin Zichu discover what the wine jar in Qianqing's hand was.It turns out that this object is called 'wine enters tongue and comes out', and it is a kind of altar-shaped fairy device. If wine is put into it, the wine jar will be filled with wine in a steady stream.

Most of this object is made by the powerful spellcasting practice of the Dao of Transformation, which is relatively rare, and it will only be used to entertain guests when large-scale events are held.

Lin Zichu took a long breath.He drank so much that his throat burned and his cheeks burned.

When he found that the wine jug was filled with wine, he stopped drinking.

For a moment, only the sound of Qianqing drinking alone was left in the hall.

He straddled under the window frame, holding the wine jar firmly with his right hand.Qianqing looked at Lin Zichu and asked, "Why don't you drink anymore?"

"I can't drink anymore."

"You drank more that time before," Qian Qing said, "But did you feel bad after getting sick?"

Lin Zichu said: "This wine is too strong."

Qianqing nodded and accepted Lin Zichu's answer.He shook the wine jar and asked, "Why do you use silver needles to suppress the aura in your body?"

Lin Zichu paused, and didn't want to explain in detail, he just said: "...it has something to do with my physique."

Qian Qing pondered for a while, and said: "You also said before that because of your physique, when you touch my Gang Mao, the Gang Mao will glow."

"..." Lin Zichu remained silent, his drunken eyes fixed on Qianqing.

"Show me one more time." Qianqing put down the wine jar, took a few steps forward, and walked in front of Lin Zichu.

Lin Zichu said softly, "What are you looking at?"

"Look at you touching my butt."

Lin Zichu's heart sank, and when he was about to refuse, Qian Qing grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the side of the bed.

Qian Qinggui is the son of the Immortal Lord, the beds in the palace are all clean and tidy, no outsiders are allowed to approach.

But Qian Qing didn't seem to take it seriously, he pressed Lin Zichu on the bed, took his hand, approached his pillow, and beckoned him to touch it.

Lin Zichu had no choice but to hesitate.

Then she raised her hand, opened the crystal box, took out the Gangmao contained in it with both hands, and put it in front of Qianqing.

Qianqing held her breath, her eyes fixed on the things in Lin Zichu's hands.

The masonry was dilapidated and spliced ​​together by external force, but the scorched marks could not be covered up, it was in a mess, without the smoothness that jade should have.

But when Gangmao touched Lin Zichu's skin, a warm light shone in front of their eyes.

Both of them can see at night, and there is no fluorescent light in the room, which makes the emerald green color of the gang in front of them even more beautiful.

Lin Zichu couldn't bear it, and said: "Qianqing, mortal things are mortal things after all, how can you be so concerned about them? It's just a piece of mortal jade, the more you cherish it, the more painful it will be when you lose it."

If someone else said such things, Qian Qing would have been furious already.

However, today Qianqing just said "really" softly, and stopped talking.

Instead, it was Lin Zichu's emotions, like boiling hot water.

His shoulders trembled, and he couldn't help closing his palms together to cover the sapphire in his palms.

Darkness returned to the room.

Qian Qing and Lin Zichu lay side by side on the bed with their arms crossed, Lin Zichu moved to the right, their cheeks were almost touching each other.

Smelling Qianqing's body, looking at his slightly red cheeks, Lin Zichu said softly: "...Dare to ask Qianqing, have you heard of Liujiao Xuedong tea?"

Qian Qing nodded, and said, "There is a treasure in Xuanying Xianzun's hall."

"This hexagonal snow winter tea..." Lin Zichu sighed, and said, "Actually, it is brewed with the blood of a monk with a cold dragon crouching in the snow."

Qian Qing was taken aback, and said, "This is the first time I've heard of it. But I saw that the tea in that cup was white."

"That's right, the blood of monk Frost Dragon Crouching Snow should be red," Lin Zichu said: "But when he died unfortunately, the blood in his body turned back into ice and turned into snow winter shape."

Qian Qing said: "It sounds disgusting."

Lin Zichu smiled and said: "But this is indeed a rare famous tea in Zhengwuzhou. Qianqing... people with the body of Hanlongwoxue have a much shorter lifespan than ordinary monks."

So I had to endure it.

The atmosphere in the room fell silent, until Qianqing asked, breaking the silence.

"so what?"

Lin Zichu woke up like a dream, and said: "So... so, I don't think I will have much time to hold this gang... for you to watch."

Qian Qing said: "Fellow daoists are joking. I don't need you to remind me. I know that it must be the first to be destroyed, not you to die first."

"No," Lin Zichu said suddenly, "You and I are about the same age, so you can just change my name and don't need to call you 'daoyou' or anything..."

Qian Qing looked at Lin Zichu, paused, and smiled, "Then it's better to be respectful than obey orders."

Lin Zichu's heart was about to break, he wanted to hear Qianqing call him 'big brother', he wanted to see his dependent and trusting eyes again.

Could this humble wish never come true?

When he spoke again, Lin Zichu's voice was already a little hoarse.He said:

"Qianqing...I asked you a few questions before outside the Baizang Immortal Palace. There is one question that you didn't answer, can I ask you again?"

Lin Zichu's heart suddenly beat faster.

"If the person you want to find is standing in front of you, but you don't recognize it, how can it be good?"

After finishing speaking, Lin Zichu loosened his closed palms, and the shining green light was reflected in front of the two of them again.

Qian Qing frowned, his face showed a transparent green light under the fluorescent light, and his expression became more anxious.

After a while, he said, "Because I can't remember... So, it's not impossible. Lin Zichu, I have something that I've wanted to say for a long time."

Lin Zichu was startled.

Then I heard Qianqing say: "Although a large number of time fragments in my brain have been destroyed, there is actually a way to restore the memory."

Lin Zichu's pupils suddenly constricted: "What?"

Qianqing nodded, and said: "It's a long story, in short, to restore my memory, I must need the blood of Sect Master Bairen of the Puyue Sect. My master has begged a lot of blood from Sect Master Bairen over the years, and it exists Inside the Evil Pavilion."

Cold sweat broke out on Lin Zichu's forehead, and he said in a shy voice: "In this case, why can't Qian Qing remember the person he forgot?"

"This is the key," Qian Qing said, "If you want to restore the fragments of time, you need to pour the essence and blood of Sect Master Bairen into my left ear, and then flow out from the right ear. Master always feels that my cultivation is still low, lest I can't Accepting the blood essence of a cultivator who transforms himself into a god like Sect Master Bairen, he set a rule that only if I can beat him by ten moves in actual combat with Master, will he help me restore my memory."

Lin Zichu suddenly realized.He had been thinking before that Qian Qing's temperament was blunt and unruly, but when she came to Feng Zhaoming, she would suppress her temper and call Feng Zhaoming 'Master'.

In the past ten years, Feng Zhaoming had paid a very high price in order to restore Qianqing's memory and beg for the blood of Patriarch Bairen.

Even if Qianqing doesn't say anything, it can be seen that he is actually very grateful for Feng Zhaoming's kindness.

Lin Zichu sighed: "Feng Xianjun acted like this, he is really considering you wholeheartedly."

Qianqing said anxiously, "You don't know, I can't wait any longer! You have a good question. If the person I love is not long in life, and I procrastinate like this, won't I regret it when I find him? What's more, I have poured the blood of Sect Master Bairen into my ears several times before, and I remembered a lot of related memories."

"……really?"

"Yes, I have seen the man, I have seen the man's eyes, I have seen his wrist."

Lin Zichu hastily moved his eyes away, not daring to stare into Qianqing's eyes again.

Qianqing murmured: "As long as there is a little more... just a little more, I can 'see' that person's face, and I can think of him."

"……yes……"

Qianqing nodded, and said: "So, I need to sneak into the hall of the master and take away some of the blood of Sect Master Bairen. I still need your help in this matter."

"..."

Lin Zichu was startled.