Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Tianyuan is a super sect. Since Qinghe became the head teacher, there have been two major turmoils. One of them was that the core disciples of the sect rebelled and colluded with outsiders. The millennium foundation was at stake, but they were still calm and calm, strategizing and eradicating the rebellion step by step. , Destroy internal traitors, behead foreign enemies.

But now, with just a few words from Gong Yilin, he had to put up all his energy, so that he wouldn't be overwhelmed with killing the other party and the other party's wonderful sect.

But who is Qinghe? He quickly calmed down, thinking about what Gongyilin said just now, which revealed a lot of key information. What he said just now shows that his master is still alive, so powerful, it stands to reason that he should have ascended long ago, and it is only a matter of nearly a hundred years before the last thunderbolt falls in the sky. Why did his master stay on this continent.

"Your master will live a long life this year?"

"Live as long as the sky."

"Where's your senior brother?"

"Smaller than Master, older than me."

It seems that he also knows that he is not going to tell the truth. Gong Yilin is the only person who uses other people's mouths to tell the truth. If you want him to take the initiative to reveal some secrets that he doesn't want to say, it's like letting the last thunderstorm fall again. Still difficult.

Reasonably ignore his nonsense, "You have already decided to go to the Buddhist hall?"

Gong Yilin, "Yes, I originally planned to wait another half a year, and it happened to be my first anniversary when I went back like this, but I just remembered that this place is only a small world constructed by memory after all, the passage of time must be different from the outside world, and the inheritance is mostly a year inside and outside One day, I guess this is about the same, I don’t want to stay here for more than 300 years, besides, I want to take you out and disappear for more than a year, Tianyuan thought I kidnapped their mountain guards and ran away.”

"Run away?" As if hearing some big joke, "They will only think that you have done something earth-shattering and weeping ghosts and gods. In the end, maybe you sacrificed yourself in order not to hurt Tianyuan."

This sentence is absolutely true. Ever since Gongyilin came up with the 35 out of [-] thing, it has a high status in the hearts of the younger generation. When it comes to Gongyilin, everyone will give a thumbs up and praise, "That Lord Sanxian, you are truly a good chivalrous man without vanity!"

The money of the disciples in the pit gate has also established a good reputation!Throughout the ages, he is definitely No.1 in the world.

"It's a pity, it's a pity. If I can stay in there for a few more years, maybe I can go back to the teacher's school for the first seven years. Then I must have a lot of sacrifices." Said, Gong Yilin untied his belt.

Inexplicably thinking of the issue of sexual orientation mentioned by the public, Ikki spread his wings, and a gust of wind swept by.

Gong Yilin raised his head, and was facing the gloomy black bean eyes of the little bird. Although it didn't use its spiritual sense to send a message this time, the emotion it wanted to express was clear at a glance: it was interrogating why he took off his clothes if he disagreed with him.

"Sigh." Gongyilin sighed, walked up to the little bird, bent down, and looked straight into its black bean eyes, "We're leaving, aren't we?"

The little bird nodded slightly.

"Coming here, I witnessed the joys and sorrows, but when we left, there were still only the two of us. We came here at ease and left without leaving anything behind."

There is some sadness in the words.

Bian Feichen's aptitude is rare in thousands of years. Thinking that such aptitude was eventually ruined by love, Qinghe sighed in his heart. No matter if it is a human, a monster, or a spirit beast, everyone has a heart of cherishing talent. Bian Feichen like this is simply a It is indeed a pity that the aptitude born for ascension may end up in the mortal world forever.

"Since I can only go away empty-handed, I have to change into new clothes. I can earn a little... Well, why don't you turn your head away from looking at me?"

The little bird simply flew out of the door, completely out of sight and out of mind.

Gongyilin took off his clothes leisurely and hummed a little song with a playful expression, but his eyes did not fluctuate, staring in the direction of the little bird.

"You turned your back on me," murmured, taking off his outer clothes, and even his inner clothes. Gong Yilin's body was cold and fair, but his figure was strangely good. If he didn't take off Ordinary people would think he was a frail scholar, "Facing his back doesn't mean he's defenseless, but his vigilance has been lowered. It seems that this Kunpeng has completely given up the idea of ​​killing me."

At the beginning, the refined scholar could give the dragon marrow directly to Kunpeng, but he gave it to him. He was sure that he would swallow the dragon marrow alone. If he guessed correctly, once he refined it by himself, he would die without a place to bury him. Similarly, the elegant scholar should have left behind, maybe he will leave a wisp of remnant thoughts on the dragon marrow. Once Kunpeng refines it, he will remind it to get rid of himself, so as to avoid future troubles.

I have to say that Gong Yilin guessed it right, and it was not bad, but did he hate that elegant scholar?

Ask yourself, no, although this is undoubtedly a poisonous plan, but such an ancient supreme wants to kill himself, it is as simple as crushing a reptile, but he chooses the most troublesome way.

"God has the virtue of being good at life, and there will always be a glimmer of life left. It depends on whether you can hit the big luck." I have to say that being able to enter this small world is already smoking on the ancestral grave. Here, he used his own blood to help Kunpeng smelted dragon marrow and offered ginseng fruit with both hands to win the favor of the other party. At least Kunpeng would not do such things as ungrateful.

There is a glimmer of life left in the sky.Gongyilin sighed in his heart, the elegant scholar should have deliberately left this trace of vitality, if he did not die, remind him that if he stirs up a bloody storm in the future, he must have kind thoughts, he can kill but not in vain .

When he went out again, he was wearing a green shirt and his long hair was not tied up. The little bird glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and his heart moved. Maybe this person was not as heartless as he looked, and he probably wanted to remember him.

Serious, quiet, solemn.Before stepping into the threshold, an ancient aura has already leaked out of it, and he simply wanted to leave. Gong Yilin didn't bother to hide his figure, and knocked out the guards.

"Their strength is considered to be outstanding in the palace, and they are even sent to guard the Buddhist hall. I think they really have some knowledge."

"The things here will reach Bai Mo's ears soon, the night is long and the dreams are many." The little bird reminded.

It doesn't need to be said, Gong Yilin also understands that there is no time to waste now, if all the masters of the palace really gather, he will be seriously injured based on his current cultivation.

"It's good to go out," Gongyilin sighed: "Although entering the small world for nothing is the dream of all cultivators, how many people can't break through the state of mind when they enter the advanced stage, but with the insights in the small world, they are like God when they break through , but if the cultivation base is sealed inside, you can only move an inch."

He was about to step in, but his footsteps stopped in mid-air, and there seemed to be some surprise between his brows.

"interesting."

The little bird's first reaction was that the temple had set a ban, but soon found that there was nothing.

Gongyilin, "Someone is calling me."

The little bird's wings flew half a beat slower.

"Of course I'm not referring to this world, but reality."

"You want to go?"

Gong Yilin smiled and said: "I don't know if my answer will satisfy the elders of the Undead Saint Clan. I'm only [-]% sure of going out. Besides, even if I leave, I won't go."

Do you have business?The little bird looked at him suspiciously.

Gong Yilin seemed to know what he was thinking, and explained: "The person who summoned me should be in the east. To be more precise, the real world is three thousand miles away in the east."

Three thousand miles away, the little bird made a humanoid expression, as if frowning, isn't that the territory of the demon clan?

Gong Yilin waved his hand and said indifferently: "The current currency of the Yaozu is different from what we use, and it is too troublesome to exchange."

But the little bird didn't believe it. There must be other reasons for Gong Yilin's refusal to accept the business.

At this time, the real world is three thousand miles away

A strange man with purple hair was sitting in the room, his eyes were strange dark green, like whirlpools, able to suck in people's souls, his hands were even more beautiful and fair, even though they had been stained with countless blood, his thin lips seemed to be Talking, like sighing:

"Past life, past life, I am your present life, if you want to renew your relationship with me, please draw a circle on the paper..."

At this point, the man paused for a moment, and then continued: "Tell me, which damned thief has done bad things these years and blamed my Dragon Clan. If what he said is true, I will thank you very much afterwards."

After retreating for hundreds of years, when I came out, I encountered someone chasing and killing the dragon clan. After killing the chasing person, dozens of dragon sons and grandsons knelt on the ground, almost crying together, telling the grievances of these years. Not angry!

It's a pity that the person who blamed him used Longyin, and he couldn't find anyone based on this alone.Coincidentally, Gongyilin's previous paper crane leaflets flew all over the country, and a few of them happened to fly to the retreat place of the purple-haired man.