Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

The world is in smoke.

No one knew what happened in the Artifact Refining Master Competition, but since then, the powers in the world have been reshuffled, some great sects have lost their masters, while small and medium sects have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

The world is disturbed, but Tianyuan is another scene.

Under Qinghe's command, no one would dare to commit crimes, and the life of the disciples remained the same: meditating, cultivating immortals, and going down the mountain to practice.

There are some differences in being methodical——

"The head teacher has been retreating in the back mountain for a long time."

"It's not retreat, I heard it's cultivation?"

"training?"

"Gossip, it is said that the head teacher is bald."

The back mountain has just entered winter, and the air-conditioning is raging, but the trees are still lush and the peaks are continuous.

As the focus of the topic, the huge Kunpeng occupies more than half of the mountain. In front of him, there is a box with dense feathers inside.

A sigh escaped.

Gong Yilin returned to the teacher's door alone in an emergency, and left a letter before leaving: If you want to marry, you must have a pillow.Remarks: Black heart cotton is not required.

The betrothal gift of others, ten miles of red makeup, is vigorous and vigorous. Gongyilin is greedy for money by nature, but this time Qinghe didn't let a single spirit stone out.

In fact, if possible, Qinghe hopes that he can walk a spiritual mountain.

Looking back at the tail, he couldn't bear to look directly.

Three months later, when Gongyilin came back, Qinghe took human form and shook his head.

Patting him on the shoulder, Gong Yilin comforted him: "Take it slowly, don't get bald all at once."

It was winter, and as a ghost cultivator, Gongyilin's body was cold, and Qinghe hugged him to sleep with his body every night.

In the same room, it is inevitable that there will be dry firewood and fire, and Gongyilin will refuse in time every time he has to go further, "If you don't make enough money, let alone Wushan, it is impossible to stop even if you try it."

Qinghe maintained the appearance of a gentleman, and deepened the hug between the two: "Compared with you, lust is nothing, and it is very good as it is now."

Gongyilin leaned on his wings and closed his eyes again.

Almost at the same time when he closed his eyes, Qinghe immediately pecked off a few wings for storage.

As winter goes and autumn comes, the raw materials for a pillow are finally gathered.

Qinghe personally went to Huayun and asked for a fiery red cloth.

Hua Yun looked at it and felt strange: "Isn't it just a pillow, why bother?"

Qinghe's voice was cold and serious: "This is no ordinary pillow."

Hua Yun raised his eyebrows. Indeed, Kunpeng's wings are hard to find. If they are used to make utensils, they can be upgraded to a higher level. I don't know why the head teacher was so dazed that he actually used them as a pillow.

"It's the capital to marry a daughter-in-law." Qinghe emphasized seriously.

That is what the folks often call the wife book.

Hua Yun was stunned by what he said, and because of her status, she didn't dare to refute. After Qinghe left, she shook her head helplessly.

That night, Qinghe handed the pillow to Gongyilin as if offering a treasure, and it was stuffed with feathers.

The cold face was slightly stained with a thin layer of red, "Is it okay?"

At that time, Gongyi Lin Zheng had finished bathing, his clothes were half untied, he lay on the bed with his head propped on his side, he stretched out a finger and poked it... It was not like the softness of the usual pillow, but it was a little hard, and he could feel the majestic aura rushing inside. move.

Qinghe felt that he was poking him, and the roots of his ears began to turn slightly red.

"I love so much."

After a long time, Gong Yilin finally spoke.

Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, turned his face to avoid looking directly at him: "Can we get married?"

Gong Yilin: "I wasted a few thoughts, and I'm considering whether to take a break."

Qinghe's body froze slightly.

Gongyilin smiled and said, "Why don't we change the process and start with the bridal chamber?"

His body became even stiffer, but his tone of voice trembled slightly because of the turmoil: "Can, is it possible?"

Gongyilin suddenly moved closer to him, with a cold body, but a warm tone of voice, Qinghe thought he was going to kiss, and subconsciously leaned forward.

The half-cool lips swept across his cheeks, and he whispered close to his ear: "Mandarin ducks form a twin night in the quilt, and a pear tree presses a crabapple."

Qinghe's throat moved.

Gongyilin laughed even more happily: "Actually, this poem is written about an old couple and a young wife."

Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and then told the truth: "You are hundreds of years older than me between us, it should be the begonia pressing the pear blossom."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that he had committed a taboo. Age has always been the top secret that Gong Yilin wanted to hide.

Just now it was still warm under the red luan's tent, but in the blink of an eye the cold wind was blowing.

Qinghe: "You look very young."

"..."

Qinghe: "We..."

A burst of murderous intent swept across, Qinghe did not dare to resist, and was kicked out of bed.

Gong Yilin threw the pillow off the bed, turned his back to him: "Go to the floor."

Qinghe hugged the pillow and tried hard to rub against the bed.

Without any warning, Gong Yilin grabbed the corner of his clothes and said with a sneer, "I will not exceed the rules in the next hundred years. After all, it is not good for an old cow to eat young grass."

There was no movement after a long time, and the corners of his clothes seemed to become light and fluffy.

Unable to hold back his curiosity, Gong Yilin turned around and glanced, but the shy and cold man was gone, and there was a little fluffy thing on the soft bed.

"Qinghe?" Gongyilin was surprised and called out tentatively.

The shrunken Kunpeng looked like a chick, jumping into his embrace fawningly.

Gongyilin stared blankly for a few seconds, his expression changed again and again, and finally he couldn't hold back and pressed into his arms fiercely for a rub.

So cute!

Such Qinghe is completely irresistible!

The little chick came out and pecked lightly on his mouth, and Heidou's eyes almost narrowed into threads in satisfaction.

Gongyilin didn't have the consciousness of being eaten tofu at all, and teased him to play. Qinghe was so happy that he pushed the opponent's clothes away without leaving any traces... and then some more.

Chick Cub lowered his head shyly: "The bridal chamber."

Gongyilin had a half-smile but not a smile: "How did you become a bridal chamber like this?"

In an instant, a man was on top of him, and he had just turned into a bird, and his clothes had already slipped under the bed, which saved a lot of trouble.

Gongyilin closed his eyes and let him do whatever he wanted.

……

The morning sun shone in, and Gong Yilin slowly opened his eyes, his body seemed to be warmed by the people next to him.

Stretching out his hand to cover the light, Gong Yilin turned his head, and a handsome face was reflected in his pupils. He was so close that he could clearly perceive the breathing rate of the other party.

With a face full of pain, he showed a remorseful expression. He was deceived by Qinghe's shy expression last night. Where did he refer to the little silly bird, it was clearly the Kunpeng in wolf's skin.

Qinghe's perception was very keen, Gongyilin's body moved slightly, and he immediately woke up.

"Morning." Continue to avoid staring at each other, as if being taken advantage of.

Gongyilin laughed: "Why are you shy, I am the one who suffers."

Qinghe looked at him expectantly: "bridal chamber, can we do it again?"

As soon as the words fell, he was kicked to the ground with his bed.