Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Gong Yilin claims to be a man of principle.

His greatest principle comes from not being moved by beauty, the distance between Qinghe and him is only a little away from leaning forward, and he can rise to the point of kissing.

However, he actually sat upright on the spot, without any intention of going any further.

"Tell me." Qinghe's breath stayed on his face when he spoke, which was different from his temperament, it was too warm, which made Gongyilin's face turn red slightly.

"I don't want to jump to conclusions until things come to fruition."

Qinghe straightened up, as if he had wished, "You rarely hide things from me."

Gong Yilin turned his head away: "This time is an exception."

"Exception?" Qinghe repeated the word, and suddenly said: "If I ask you another question, will you answer truthfully?"

Gong Yilin: "The premise is that it has nothing to do with this illusion, and it has nothing to do with "Climbing the Immortal Ladder"."

"Both of your requirements can be met."

Gongyilin nodded, as if asking casually, he would know everything.

"Tell me your age." Qing He asked calmly.

"..."

Gongyilin seemed to have been poked into the spine, and his sitting posture lost the uprightness of the pine and cypress just now. He cleared his throat, "I think we should talk about your first question."

Seeing his sudden stiff sitting posture, Qinghe had a rare smile on his face.

"Although I prefer the second one..."

Gongyilin's eyes were fixed, and Qinghe continued: "But if you insist on coming to talk about the previous matter, I respect your choice."

The image of the cold and pure Kunpeng in his mind was completely dead in his memory. Gong Yilin caught the dim light in Qinghe's eyes, and sighed that he had lost his sight.

"It's a long story, and it goes back to when I was very young, I would pester my elder brother to tell me stories before going to sleep."

Qing He brain made up a small version of Gong Yilin with black stuffing like glutinous rice balls, and suddenly regretted that he had missed so many interesting moments with him.

"In the beginning, the elder brother used some boring little stories to prevaricate me. I don't know when, he prefers to tell me fairy tales. Among them, the legend of Nuwa mending the sky has been told more than a hundred times."

Qinghe was a little surprised: "You can actually hear it?"

According to Gong Yilin's temperament, he is greedy for novelty, and his patience is easily lost.

Gongyilin laughed a little weakly: "At that time, there were still people trying to cross the catastrophe and become a fairy. Although the last thunder did not fall, the first few dozen were scary enough. After all, I was young at that time..."

It's normal to be afraid of thunder and rain, right?

Qinghe's voice was a bit cold: "Didn't you say that you slept together for a while?"

Gongyilin shook his head, Qinghe's expression just softened a little, and he heard him say: "I'm really scared enough to get into the bed of Senior Brother, but I usually kick him down in the middle of the night."

Talking and laughing a few times: "So no one wanted to take me with me when I was young, probably because it was difficult to correct my sleeping position."

Sensing the intensification of the coldness of the people around him, Gong Yilin skipped this paragraph and went straight to the point: "At first I didn't take it seriously, but when I think about it as an adult, there are many things that this story can learn from."

Qinghe seemed to think of something, his eyes sank.

"No one has ascended in this continent for hundreds of years. There are different opinions on the reasons. In my opinion, to be precise, even Master has hinted to me that it is because of the exhaustion of spiritual energy. If a person wants to ascend, he must absorb countless spiritual energy from heaven and earth. The stronger the person, the greater the aura needed for ascension.” Gong Yilin’s eyes flashed with reminiscence: “The former big brother once said with a smile that once he ascended again, the whole space would be broken. I always thought he was joking... ..."

"Now that I think about it, senior brother never jokes for no reason."

Gong Yilin stood up, and could vaguely see some figures looking for treasure not far away: "The people who come here basically cover the entire continent representing the top power. In the past, these people were the most powerful people. May be qualified to become a fairy."

"Feed back the world." Qinghe said slowly.

Gongyilin: "Although I really don't want to admit it, this is indeed like the style of a big brother. Once countless strong people die, the spiritual energy in their bodies will return to the sky and the earth. To put it bluntly, they seem to be used to mend the sky. stone."

The voice stopped here, and Gong Yilin raised his head, looking at the almost sun and moonless sky, his eyes were full of sarcasm.

Could it be that for this world, for the so-called Dao, I risked my own life, and now, I have to use the blood of countless strong men to help you complete your Dao... Big brother, is this really the you I know?

Suddenly there was some warmth in the palm.

Qinghe held his hand: "There must be a way to stop it."

Gong Yilin lowered his head: "I will find Emperor Yu and Ning Qing as soon as possible."

Qinghe understood what he meant, and at most he would help other strangers. As for life or death, it all depends on luck.

"Maybe things aren't as bad as you think."

Gong Yilin: "Eldest brother will not let me take the way of ghost cultivation for no reason. In other words, even if everyone here dies today, I still have a way to resurrect with the remnant soul... It really is a plan."

Qinghe didn't speak, nor did he let go of his hand.

After quite a while, the melancholy dissipated without a trace, Gong Yilin said with a light smile, "But speaking of it, I am the smartest among the masters, the master once said that there is always a way to break the situation."

Qinghe said in an almost certain tone: "If it were you, you would definitely be able to do it."

"If I fail..."

"That's what they deserve."

The unreasonable defense of shortcomings made Gong Yilin feel warm in his heart.

He put away the stall, and the two walked forward for a certain distance. There were obvious fluctuations in the space in front of them, and there should be some disputes.

"A lot of people are gathered in the same area now, just scattered to hunt for treasures. I will take advantage of the chaos to catch a few disciples of the puppet sect and ask them about the blindfold."

He had a vague feeling that the identity of the monk in white who died at their hands was definitely more interesting than he imagined.

Qinghe frowned: "Maybe there are some people secretly observing the situation."

It is not too easy to capture the person who took the puppet door without leaving a trace.

Gong Yilin suggested: "Why don't you change back to your original form and take them away?"

What responded to him was a cold gaze.

Gongyilin: "...It's just a whim." He coughed lightly: "Since it's difficult to rob, then use deception."

"how do you want to do it?"

Gongyilin hooked his fingers at him, and when Qinghe approached, he seemed to whisper in his ear, but his lips seemed to brush against his earlobe inadvertently.