Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Looking up at the surroundings, he said nonchalantly, "He is dead, why does the illusion still exist?"

Qinghe saw that he was pretending to be stupid and pretending to be stupefied, and his appearance was a little different and pleasing, so he suddenly thought of teasing him, "If you don't say the last few words, he can live longer."

Gongyilin turned around to himself, as if he was carefully observing the entire illusion, and said as if there was no one else: "Everyone is mortal, obviously, his death is lighter than a feather."

"If it weren't for your kick, maybe he still has his eyes open now."

Gong Yilin glanced at the corpse on the ground, and said against his will: "He is also keeping his eyes open now."

It's just death.

"But he can't open his mouth," Qinghe said, "you should ask him about the illusion."

Gong Yilin looked dangerously, "Are you accusing me?"

Qinghe, "If you do something wrong, you should be punished."

Gongyilin chuckled, and twirled his fingers in his palm, "Tell me, what punishment?"

The last two words were spoken very softly, and the provocative charm was obvious.

Over played.

Qinghe turned his head away. In terms of flirting, he probably won't be able to compare with Gongyilin if he lives for a thousand years. "I'll take a look at the surrounding terrain. It's better to get out of this illusion as soon as possible."

Gongyilin looks around, the yellow sand is long, and the road ahead is flat... It is a terrain that can be seen through at a glance, "Some people are dead, but their eyes are still open, and some monsters are alive, but they open their eyes and say nonsense."

Qinghe raised his eyebrows, turned around, and accidentally rubbed the lips of the two people who were too far away. They both said that the temperature of the lips was warm. Because Gongyilin was a ghost cultivator, the temperature of his lips was very low, and he could even use a slight Cool to describe.

But Qinghe couldn't help feeling hot in his heart, and his expression was a little awkward, probably because he wasn't used to such intimacy, and the anticipation was a little strange. On the other hand, Gongyilin licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, as if reminiscing, and then touched his chin, " The taste is good, next time we can try to change the place, here the yellow sand is all over the sky, mixed with some earthy smell, it is out of style."

No matter how much romance and a little bit of shyness are in such an expression and voice, it is almost ruined.

Qinghe opened his mouth to speak, but was caught off guard by the approaching figure in front and took a step back.

Those slightly cool lips bit his lower lip fiercely, hot and passionate, but they pulled away when he just recovered.

It took a long time for the initial shock to dissipate. After Qinghe regained his composure, his calm and calm appearance was completely torn apart for the first time, in the most unexpected way.

Gongyilin waved his sleeves, "Now we can seriously study the surrounding terrain."

Qinghe didn't even know the reason for the kiss, everything seemed to be an accident, but he always felt that the initial 'rubbing' was intentional by Gong Yilin.

Gongyilin beside him had already turned his back, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth where Qinghe couldn't see.

"The ghost beast is a solitary monster, and basically it will live alone before reaching adulthood." Qinghe walked to him, "For some reason, this person appeared in the illusion created by the ghost beast."

"Could it be..." Gong Yilin frowned.

Thinking he was thinking of something, Qinghe asked: "Do you have any ideas?"

Gong Yilin turned his face to the side, and said seriously: "What is the unspeakable relationship between this dead monk and the ghost beast?"

"..."

Gong Yilin, "What's your expression?"

Qinghe turned his head away, "It's nothing."

Gong Yilin bent down and began to pick off the white-clothed monk's clothes. , his movement was very fast, and he tore off a section of the belt almost immediately, but someone moved faster than him, like the power of thunder, he grabbed his wrist in one go, stopping the evil that came down. OK'.

"What are you doing?"

Gong Yilin looked innocent, "See if we can find out his identity."

Qinghe lowered his head and looked at the half-waisted corpse, "Take off your clothes?"

Gongyilin didn't seem to notice the sullenness in his words, and explained: "Let's see if there is an identity token first. If you are lucky, you can see some old wounds on his body."

Qinghe, "Looking for an enemy?"

Gongyilin smiled, and the communication with Qinghe was always just point-to-point, and this weird feeling of tacit understanding would occasionally give him a sense of pleasure.

After all, the other hand that was still in a free state did not idle, and quickly stripped off the remaining clothes before Qinghe stopped it.

When the latter made another attack, the dead monk in white had turned into a corpse lying in the sand with his upper body bare, and it took only a few blinks of an eye to go from dying to dying in the wilderness.

Qinghe looked at Gongyilin's skillful undressing movements, seemingly unintentionally said: "Your movements are very fast."

Without following his words, Gong Yilin explained, "I'm also left-handed."

Qinghe looked at the right wrist in his hand, then at the dexterous hand that had just taken off the coat of the deceased, and remained silent.

Gong Yilin stood up and approached his earlobe, "So when you need me to help you with something in the future, remember to ask me to use my left hand..." He moved closer, "It's faster."

The burning sensation penetrated from the ears to the heart.

"Fairy!"

Qinghe cursed secretly.

"Look here." Gong Yilin's tone returned to seriousness, pointing to a dark ailment on the left side of the monk's chest in white, "Does this scar look familiar?"

Qinghe moved his gaze to where he was pointing, his eyes and cultivation allowed him to see a little deeper, "The meridian inside is also damaged, and the subcutaneous injury is difficult to heal, which is rare."

Generally speaking, when a monk has cultivated to a certain level, many old wounds can heal on their own, and some of them can completely change their physique when they are tempered by Tianlei, and there is no trace of the past in their entire body.

If there is a flaw, it must be almost fatal.

This is also the reason why Gong Yilin insisted on looking for wounds. Once information about old wounds is found, it is not difficult to find clues.

"The people who were looking for "Climbing the Immortal Ladder" back then were all geniuses from all walks of life. No matter how low-key they are, it is impossible for them to be unknown in the cultivation world. It must be a world-shattering battle for these geniuses to receive fatal injuries, although not everyone I know, but it’s not hard to find out after a little inquiring.”

Qinghe, "It's not like there are no unknown people."

Not only is there, but also has the ability to turn clouds and rain.

Gong Yilin smiled and said: "I am an exception. Of course, so are my seniors. Master has always been low-key in his work. What's more, my style of work is not suitable for being exposed in broad daylight."

Of course Qinghe knew what the "style of conduct" he referred to, not only did he know it, but he also had a deep understanding of it.

"It's impossible to hide your whereabouts without a background." Gong Yilin carefully inspected the wound, "If you don't have a background or a reputation, you are doomed to be bullied. Background is born, but fame is acquired." Relying on one's own strength with one punch and one palm, once one becomes famous, fame is still very important."

Qinghe, "What about you?"

Gong Yilin, "I'm naturally going with a low-key and rich background."

The corners of Qinghe's lips curved, as if the ice melted in early spring and March, "How do you feel?"

Gongyilin raised his head and thought for a while, "It's pretty smooth." He looked at Qinghe, "What do you think?"

Qinghe said without hesitation: "It's not just chic."

Gongyilin was slightly stunned, and laughed loudly, "I thought you were like this, always with your eyes above the top, looking down on those who rely on the background to walk the rivers and lakes."

Qinghe thought for a while and said, "You are an exception."

Gong Yilin, "My honor."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and stopped talking.

"There are still bruises on the wound. It can be seen that this person must have been tortured by this injury in his life. He has to rely on his cultivation to suppress it. It seems that the effect is not very good. At least he can still recover after absorbing some of the remaining strength of the elder brother. No qualitative breakthrough."

"It was a heavy blow," Qinghe said, "It should be a violent frontal blow."

"That's interesting." Gongyilin smiled: "In addition to physical training, most of the competitions between monks use treasures, and even physical training, they will also be equipped with one or two weapons that are handy, and monsters have their own specialties. Phoenix Breathing fire, diving into the abyss, attacking head-on like this, hitting hard with an iron fist, it doesn't look like a monk, nor like a monster."

Qinghe's eyes darkened, "Continue."

Gong Yilin, "He just asked me something..."

"What's your relationship with the puppet gate!" The resentful words of the monk in white before his death were still in his ears.

"The puppet sect is based on immortal puppets, and what they are best at is refining puppets. They are the most well-known, and the most feared are immortal puppets. But it is impossible for a sect to grow and survive only by one unique skill. Tianyuan Shang There are hundreds of top-secret mental methods, not to mention the puppet gate."

"The trick of blinding the eyes is a secret art of the Puppet Sect. In the past, one of my seniors was acquainted with a direct disciple of the Puppet Sect. The latter had mentioned this secret art unintentionally."

"Acquaintance? I didn't mean to mention it?" Qinghe obviously didn't believe it.

"Ahem," Gongyilin coughed twice, "I don't need to explore the specific details. In short, in the end, this trick was mastered by the senior brother, and then I lost to me in a bet."

"Blindfolding is a top secret," Gongyilin looked playfully at the white-clothed monk on the ground, "but he can see it at a glance. Isn't that interesting?"

Qinghe: "A mortal enemy?"

The corners of Gongyilin's eyes were raised, and his eyes flickered, "Maybe it's from the same sect. Whether it's Qiu or the same sect, he's dead anyway, and he's also related to the puppet sect. It's not difficult to go out and investigate."

Qinghe, "Maybe there is a more concise method."

Gongyilin, "I would like to hear the details."

Qinghe, "Those who come to the secret realm may not have people from the puppet gate, just catch one or two and ask them."

"It's a good idea," Gongyilin smiled, "I was chased so badly by them in the past, and fled to the Holy Land of Immortality. Now I don't find a reason to give back, and I feel really sorry."