Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Gongyilin is the closed disciple of Stepping on the Immortal Gate.

He was the youngest when he started, and he was still a round dumpling, so the whole family loved him very much.

There is only one exception. He often sees a man at the door. Although he always has a smile on his face, his body exudes a kind of coldness that rejects people thousands of miles away.

The master said, that is the elder brother.

The strong first impression planted a seed in the heart of the young Gong Yilin, who always felt that the elder brother had more prestige than the master.

Holding the principle of non-interference, Gong Yilin feared not to avoid it.

At first the man ignored him, but as the days went by, Gong Yilin avoided him more and more, the man was aroused instead, and caught the little dumpling one day in the back mountain: "Why are you afraid of me?"

Gong Yilin bit her lower lip tightly.

The man grabbed his collar, shook it a few times on the edge of the cliff, and said with a smile, "If you don't say anything, I'll let you go."

There was a strong wind on the mountain, and the two of them were in a precarious state from a distance.

"You are not a good person." Gong Yilin said so.

"That's not true."

Gong Yilin said again: "I will not be a good person in the future, so I can't hang out with you."

The collision of evil and evil will only annihilate the last bit of conscience.

The man was startled, then leaned forward and back with a smile, "God is afraid that I am too bored, so I finally sent a fun one."

Gong Yilin was quite dissatisfied with the quantifiers used to describe himself.

"You don't need to worry too much, we won't get along for a long time," the man said indifferently, "The division has been silent for too long, and in a few years I'm going to go down the mountain and make a name for myself."

Gong Yilin still has a sense of belonging to the teacher, and immediately said with pride: "No one in the world knows the king."

The man shook his head: "I don't want people in the world to know me, but to make them afraid of me."

Gong Yilin only felt that this person was very evil, and being carried away for a long time made his throat uncomfortable and he coughed several times.

The man finally lowered him to the ground.

Afraid of being blown away by the wind, Gongyilin clung to the rock.

The man rubbed his head: "In the future, I will cover you in the division."

Adhering to the concept of being a man who has advantages and does not take advantage of them, he will suffer losses, Gong Yilin nodded.

One big and one small, one smiling fox, and the other wilted. Ever since Gong Yilin got on the thief ship of the elder brother, everyone in the whole sect was in danger.

It's cold in winter, and Gong Yilin hugs the pillow to rub the bed.

"I want to hear a story." Yawning, she still did not forget to ask.

Man: "A long time ago..."

Gongyilin: "This is the 250th time this year you have told the story of Nuwa mending the sky."

The man patted his back and said, "Listen carefully, it's different every time."

Gong Yilin opened his eyes, losing part of his sleepiness.

The moonlight illuminated the man's face too white, making him smile very strangely at the moment: "The key lies in the stones that mend the sky."

He has always been able to make people understand only three or four points of his speech. Gong Yilin is used to it, and no longer entangles with this question: "Master said that brother is the best at divination in the sect, why don't you admit it?"

"It's not me."

"Who is that, Second Senior Brother?"

"Far in the sky, close in front of you."

Gong Yilin blinked: "You're making fun of me again."

The man raised his hand to make an oath: "Your qualifications are second only to mine."

Gong Yilin still didn't believe it, and tugged at his sleeve: "Do the divination for me."

"What kind of?"

While Gong Yilin was still thinking about it, he suddenly said: "It's better to count it as a marriage."

Hearing that because of anticipation, Gong Yilin's gaze was even brighter than the moonlight for a moment: "Isn't my girl weak and beautiful, with no regrets?"

The man seemed to see something interesting, and the corners of his eyes were lined with a smile: "Your he can fly, and he has a whole body of feathers."

"...Birdman?"

"Can also walk upright."

Gong Yilin buried his face in the quilt: "I can't accept falling in love with birds and beasts."

The man smiled lightly and said, "Love can surpass everything."

Gong Yilin showed half of his face, and said seriously: "Love cannot surpass the reproductive isolation between cross-species."

After speaking, force yourself to fall asleep, pretending that the conversation just now was just part of a dream.

As the night fell, the man looked at the sleeping child and helped him cover the quilt. His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: "You will be happy."

The winter snow outside the window is falling profusely, covering everything in silence.