Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

People from the Puppet Sect will be chased and beaten one day. Thinking about this scene is really exciting. 【

However, Gongyilin's excitement didn't last long. Soon, he had to face the most urgent problem, for example...how to find a way out?

"Underworld beast." Gongyi Lin Meifeng raised slightly, "I don't know much about this kind of monster, why don't you tell me the details."

"Don't understand?" Qinghe was slightly surprised. When he met the ghost beast, Gong Yilin rushed out regardless. He thought it was just the other party's whim, and he didn't take his question to heart afterwards.And the word 'modest' has never been associated with Gong Yilin, so if he said that he didn't know much about it, it was probably a beautified answer.

It is not difficult for Qinghe to guess that to restore the facts, it should be that Gongyilin has no knowledge of ghost beasts at all.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Gong Yilin felt cold all over his body, like goose bumps, "You look at me like you're seeing an unknown creature."

This metaphor is quite appropriate.

"It's just strange," Qinghe said with a smile in his eyes, "So there are things you don't understand."

Although Gong Yilin gives people the appearance of being unrestrained, but he is knowledgeable and talented, but even Qinghe can't deny it, or from the Peacock Princess to the daughter of the Emperor Yu, he has only met Chang Le who has never met before. Nor will he ever forget him.

"I am not a god, but a sentient being."

Just one of many beings.

He is open to his own shortcomings.

"Why?" Not in a hurry to find a way out, Qinghe watched him leisurely from the sidelines, it seemed that for him, the answer to this question was far more interesting than finding an exit.

Gong Yilin frowned, "If you don't know, you don't know. Why?"

"You are different." Qinghe said very firmly, behind this, there must be some intriguing reasons worth pondering.

"I'm a young man, not a talented person," Gong Yilin's pupils shrank, "If I say no, I don't have it."

After finishing speaking, he realized that he had used the wrong words, and hurriedly corrected him, "Slip of tongue, slip of tongue, you are a hero."

Seeing his expression, Qinghe was even more sure that the other party must have something to hide from him.

Qinghe: "A feather."

Gongyilin hesitated, "One more, I want the one on the wings."

Qinghe: "Yes, let's explain the cause and effect as well as your past."

Gongyilin gritted his teeth, and said indignantly, "It's agreed to increase the quantity without increasing the price!"

……

The yellow sand was blown up in the air by the wind and turned three times and three times. The body of the monk in white had changed from still warm to no temperature on the ground. Time passed by every minute and every second, and there was no consensus between the two.

In the end, Gong Yilin chose to back down a step, "A feather, I can tell you the cause and effect."

"You should know that's not what I wanted to hear."

Gongyilin took a deep breath, "I know."

It was just an introduction, Qinghe took the initiative to throw out an introduction for the first time, hoping that he could understand Gongyilin's past, not from other people's mouths, but from himself, telling himself little by little.

"I don't want to say it." Gong Yilin said directly.

"It's hard to explain in one word?" Qinghe's words contained deep meaning.

Gongyilin coughed, stared at him affectionately, and said seriously: "It's probably too much to write down."

Qinghe: ...

Should he be thankful that the person in front of him still has the last shred of shame.

Knowing that he was embarrassing this chance of further heart-warming communication, Gong Yilin laughed and smoothed things over, "It's not that you want to tell me about the ghost beast."

Qinghe stared at him fixedly, "No rush".But what he said next made Gong Yilin break out in cold sweat:

"Could it be that the victims of your so-called endless crimes include Tianyuan or me?"

Gongyilin laughed dryly, "How come?"

Then turn your back and look at the sky and the earth and the yellow sand, but you don't look at the Qinghe River.

Could it be true that part of the reason why he came to Tianyuan in the first place was to make a fortune and leave.

Qinghe's memory seemed to be brought back, after a long time, he said, "35 out of [-]?"

Since Gongyilin set up this gimmick on the first day, hundreds of disciples went bankrupt in just a few days.

Gongyilin trembled, turned around, dark but very calm, "You can't question my character, when I set up 35 pick seven, I was based on the idea of ​​benefiting Tianyuan disciples, and I even gave up the rewards I got. Without hesitation as the final prize, if all this is just for making money, wouldn't it be a big joke to cheat the world?"

The righteous words still contained so many unspeakable grievances and anger that Qinghe couldn't help being a little shaken.

"Furthermore, they don't want to make progress and only want to rely on treasures, so they will lose everything. This is just an opportunity for them to learn a lesson."

Qinghe thought about it carefully, and felt that what he said was indeed reasonable, and the weirdness in his subconscious was deliberately ignored by him.

Seeing his calm expression, Gong Yilin felt relieved, and felt joy in his heart: It's not so easy to get out, just like a gambler's mentality, always thinking about making money at once, saying that when he returns to Tianyuan this time, he can Take a good inventory of how much you have gained.

After being temporarily reassured by Gongyilin's "full body of righteousness", Qinghe finally brought the topic back to the beginning, "The beast of the underworld is independent, and he doesn't have much power in itself. He mainly lives by absorbing the resentment of the dead. The stronger the monk , the power of resentment after death is also greater, the resentment of a supreme being is enough to make a still young ghost beast into a fairy."

You can become a fairy without practicing.

"No wonder," Gongyilin murmured, "There are tens of thousands of books of all kinds in Taxian Pavilion, but there is no information about ghost beasts or other similar monsters. It must have been deliberately hidden."

He raised his head and explained to Qinghe, "A few years after I cultivated the body of a ghost cultivator, I was extremely thirsty for power. Once I was inspired by the demons. Since the demons rely on fighting with each other to plunder each other's devil energy for cultivation, ghost cultivators The Tao is similar to the magic way, can we learn from similar methods?"

"Later, I asked Master, and he dialed a few words, but none of them had anything to do with my proposal. The information about the demons in the door also inadvertently decreased, and finally disappeared completely. Now that I think about it, it's probably because I was afraid that I would enter by mistake. Astray."

Qinghe, "Your method may not be unfeasible, but at the later stage of cultivation, it is easy to breed inner demons. At that time, the only way to go is to slay demons and enter the Tao. Few of those who have followed this way since ancient times can end well."

Gongyilin said, "For things like cultivation, it's better to take things one step at a time and be more steadfast."

Although he loves to play tricks and tricks, but in terms of practice, he is quite satisfactory.

Qinghe's eyes showed admiration, and he was obviously very pleased with Gongyilin's realization.

After all, the personality is distorted like this, and the value of cultivation is still correct, which is really commendable.

Gongyilin shrugged, "So, here comes the most intriguing part. Do you guess that this illusion was created by a ghost beast, or was it constructed by this dead monk on the ground?"

Qinghe glanced at the body of the monk in white, "It's beyond his power alone."

Gongyilin, "What about the ghost beast?"

"If part of your senior brother's resentment is completely swallowed up by this monk, it must be difficult to do it with the ghost beast alone. After all, the ghost beast lives by absorbing resentment, but it consumes far more each time it casts a spell than he absorbs it once. .”

"It is almost impossible to construct such an exquisite illusion, and even create a separate space."

"It's indeed a very delicate illusion." Gongyilin took a few steps to the left, without any joke in his tone, and said to the point: "I can hear subtle noises from the outside world, and I can feel the wind in this space. From the sun to the sun, even the clouds move accordingly with time."

"This is quite a big effort," Gongyilin said, "Even if I want to set up such a situation myself, I will spend a lot of energy and even resort to external things."

Qinghe, "If the two forces are combined, it may not be impossible."

Gong Yilin, "You said that the beasts of the underworld are independent in nature, not to mention that both monsters and monks hold their own identities and think that they are more noble. It may be very difficult for them to let go of their barriers and cooperate."

Qinghe asked back, "Difficult?"

Gong Yilin laughed, feeling that he was seen through for a moment, "When this man died, he said that there was a voice to induce him to do all this. Although it sounds absurd, I really care about it."

"Absurdity is truth." He shrugged, "A saying that the elder brother used to say."

Qinghe frowned, but his eyes were neither happy nor sad, "You seem to take his words as the truth."

Gong Yilin looked up, "Because he rarely makes mistakes, at least I haven't seen them."

Qinghe, "Everyone makes mistakes."

"You too?" Gong Yilin asked.

Qinghe said lightly: "A lot."

The dark clouds had the urge to disperse, and Gong Yilin was amazed at the reality of this illusion, as well as at Qinghe's honesty, "This is the difference between you and him, the elder brother said that he would never make mistakes, because his perspective and Everyone is different."

Qinghe shook his head, this statement was too rampant.

Gongyilin pointed to the sky.

"Brother, he said that he sees no dead corners in every corner of this world, from as large as thousands of sects to as small as green forests and marketplaces. He calls this God's perspective."

Qinghe could feel that Gongyilin didn't say some key information, and Gongyilin was rarely sad, because he almost didn't recall the past, and without reflection, he wouldn't hurt the toss of spring and autumn.

"However, sometimes I feel that such a senior brother is more real than you." Gong Yilin said, "You always put on a high posture, aloof and peerless..."

And honesty.

"So sometimes I can't control it, and I always want to pull you off the altar. It's better to roll a few times in the mud."

With a 'snap', Gong Yilin's unruly left wrist behind him was firmly grabbed.

Qinghe's eyes carried a warning.

"It seems that the trick of slapping the east and hitting the west sometimes doesn't work well." Gong Yilin laughed twice, retracted his claws, and incidentally put on hold another failed stealthy hair-plucking plan.