Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

"Xiaoya." Gongyilin called out in a low voice.

A person walked out of the water mist, his whole body was filled with the azure breath of the ocean.

He first looked around at the surrounding scenery, feeling a little helpless between his brows. There were no enemies, which meant that he was summoned to do something else.

If only it wasn't what he thought it would be.

"Xiaoya," a paw rested on his shoulder, "we haven't done that together for a long time."

Ignoring his ambiguous tone, Hai Die's pupils gradually turned dark blue, "I'm here, and I feel a few powerful auras." Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, "Demons, they came here too?"

"The Demon Race," Gong Yilin repeated in a low voice. This was beyond his expectation, but Long Shao also participated in the snatching of "Climbing the Immortal Ladder" back then, and now the secret realm is basically open to the top generation in the mainland. Demons have no reason to miss this opportunity.

Xiaoya, "My perception is unmistakable. There is a smell of demons here, and it is not far from you. Even after tens of thousands of years, this smell will make you sick."

Gongyilin smiled lightly and said, "If Mozun Shuangsheng heard these words, he would probably face me with swords."

There have been three wars between humans and demons on this continent. The oldest one can be traced back to ancient times. The monks and demons at that time were far from what they are today. Great battle, but the second and third times combined were not as tragic as the first time.

Basically all races were involved in that battle. In the first human-devil war, Hai Die chose to side with the human race and fought fiercely with the demon race. Both sides paid a considerable price, especially Hai Die. Butterflies, already rare in number and extremely difficult to reproduce, almost disappeared within a few hundred years after that. Many monks believed that this ancient and powerful race had completely disappeared.

Gong Yilin, "There is one thing that I don't understand. In the ancient battle, why did Haidie stand in the human camp?"

At that time, it was obviously the demons who had the upper hand.

"In the first human-devil war, I was not born yet, so I don't know the inside story, but according to the remaining memory inheritance, it seems that it was because of the order given by the ancestor himself, and the whole family fought against it."

But judging from his awkward expression, there should be something to hide. Gongyilin turned his head to look at Qinghe. Tianyuan has a long history. Qinghe is the head of Tianyuan, so he should know something.

Sure enough, Qinghe said, "It is said that it is because of the deep friendship between Patriarch Haidie and the leader of the human race, the Kunlun Sect."

As for how deep it is, I am afraid only the person involved knows.

"Forget it, these ancient powers have long since fallen, and it's meaningless to pursue them." Gongyilin looked at Haidie again, and said something very strange: "Xiaoya, I believe that with our tacit understanding, we will be able to cooperate." Seamless."

Xiaoya reluctantly nodded, her originally handsome face struggled a little, "It's getting started."

Early death and early birth.

Gongyilin nodded, raised his head, and at the same time, Xiaoya also made the same movement, and a long cry resounded through the world.

The wind rumbles in the sky, and the dragon roars in the sky.

Gong Yilin tapped casually, and the Yellow Spring Fire on his fingertips exploded in the air, rendering the sky golden.

In ancient times, the dragon and the phoenix are auspicious, and the natural vision can only explain one problem, there is a treasure here.

When everyone came for the secret of longevity in "Climbing the Immortal Ladder", such a movement was enough to attract the attention of all major forces.

Witnessing Qinghe looking towards Gongyilin during the whole process, it is obvious that this is not the first time that the other party has done such a thing.

Qinghe knew that Gongyilin could imitate dragon's song long ago, but it was the first time he had heard that Haidie could imitate Fengming.

After doing all this, Xiaoya turned into a mimesis and perched on Gongyilin's shoulder.

Butterfly falling on the beautiful man's shoulder, visually it is very dreamy, but unfortunately there are only Gongyilin and Qinghe here, and only Qinghe can appreciate the whole process.

Sitting on his temporary booth again, Gong Yilin said with a smile: "Next, it's time for the volunteers to take the bait."

Qinghe suddenly approached him: "Could it be that you really want to tell someone's fortune here."

Gongyilin nodded, and the latter lowered his voice, his breath almost lingering on his face: "Tell the truth."

"Getting together is the best policy right now." Gong Yilin's face gradually became serious, and he didn't hide it from him: "I have a very bad guess."

His eyes were set in the distance. Although he couldn't see anything, the powerful aura gathering from all directions couldn't be ignored at all.

"They're coming."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, two figures fell to the ground first, one in gray with one eye, and the other with a burly figure and an ax brand on his arm.

Gong Yilin licked his lips, "Could it be someone from my Ax Gang?"

Qinghe glanced at him, Gongyilin coughed lightly, and gave up promoting the gang he had founded.

The two people who came here were obviously high-cultivated, they came to explore the way first, they only had a heart of defense against Gongyilin, and regarded them as competitors to snatch the treasure. The current situation is unclear, and they kept a respectful attitude towards Gongyilin.

Seeing the two people looking around, wishing they could open all the cracks in the ground, Gongyilin couldn't help shaking his head, and asked Qinghe who was beside him in puzzlement, "Why would they rather find an unfounded treasure than come to me for fortune-telling?"

Qinghe thought for a while, and really answered him seriously: "Maybe they know you are a liar."

Gongyilin: ...At that time in Shimen, he really needed to spend a hundred and eighty years before revealing the ambiguous relationship between himself and the person around him.

What kind of obsession, no matter how touching a confession is, it can't make up for his doubts about his ability.

I searched around, but found nothing. The man with the ax brand on his arm was the first to look at Gong Yilin. He didn't act rashly, but his eyes were dangerous.

Long Xiaofeng Ming, it is clear that there is a treasure in the world, but they came here and found nothing. It can only explain two points, one is that the treasure is really hidden deep, and the other is that it has been taken away first.

Apart from them, there are only these two in front of you here.

Gongyilin didn't know where he came from, but Qinghe and the others did know. The man branded with the ax seemed to be quite afraid of him, and asked, "Did Master Qinghe find any traces of the treasure?"

Qinghe glanced at Gongyilin, who smiled magnanimously, stretched out his hand and made a gesture of 'please' to the man, the man with the ax brand hesitated, and stood opposite him.

Gong Yilin pointed to the small flag next to the tree, "Professional fortune-telling, no one cheats, and you will pay ten if you fake it."

Pay ten for a fake one?

The corner of the man's mouth twitched, how can I pay for it, and test it ten more times?

It was difficult for Gong Yilin to come up with something, curiosity got the upper hand, and he said in a deep voice, "Forget it, just do the math for me."

His slender, fair fingers tapped lightly on the table twice.

The man understood, took out the spirit stone and put it aside, with a threatening tone, "Sir, you must be sure."

"It's natural." Gong Yilin put the spirit stone up and said, "Take money from people."

The second half of the sentence did not continue.

Based on Qinghe's understanding of Gongyilin, if he can help people eliminate disasters, it may be worth far more than this amount.

A bamboo tube appeared out of nowhere in Gong Yilin's hand. He grabbed the bamboo tube with both hands and shook it vigorously.

After a while, he said to the man, "Take one."

The man flicked his hand stiffly, Gong Yilin took it and glanced at it, and read out the above result with a solemn expression: "Place the lottery."

There is no follow-up.

The man couldn't make any kind expression at all, he gritted his teeth and said, "This is what you call fortune-telling?"

"This is a shallow level," Gongyilin said in a matter-of-fact way: "This process is usually used for two hundred spirit stones. If you add another hundred, you can unlock the lottery, and double the number of times you can try the newly launched red rope algorithm."

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