Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

This kind of unwillingness lasted for about half an hour. The strong wind on the cliff made Gongyilin feel that his facial features were about to be blown into the legendary knife-cut silhouette. The defeated rooster tremblingly walked to the next door.

Without the bamboo slips, Gong Yilin hesitated for a while, then stepped forward, and found that there was no light curtain blocking him, took a deep breath, and strode in.

Bright, clean, walking in the damp and cold cave is like bathing in the sun, and it is a completely different world from the dark cave just now.

"The way of cultivation is different, and the inheritance is different, so it gives people a different feeling?" There is a wooden table in front of it, and there is an unfinished chess game on it. Gong Yilin walked over and bowed his head to study.

"What did you see?" A person suddenly appeared in front of him, and Gong Yilin took a step back in shock. After a dozen breaths, he calmed down, and then carefully observed the stranger who suddenly appeared: a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, Dressed in coarse linen, with a kind face, he looks like a good old man to anyone.

Gong Yilin couldn't help frowning, this appearance was too deceptive, and he couldn't help but want people to put down their guard, even in a fight, you wouldn't take such an ordinary-looking person to heart, but this is such a person A man can kill a powerful monk with a snap of his fingers.

"What did you see?" The man asked again, seeming to be extremely patient.

Gongyilin looked down at the chess game on the table. Heizi was lonely and brave, and Baizi was almost beaten back, but that was just an appearance. Looking at the overall situation, the possibility of Baizi winning in the end was greater than that of Heizi. With his eyes closed, he said without even thinking about it: "The chess pieces are made of star nanmu, and they are priceless."

Xingnanmu is worth thousands of gold, if you can quietly put two in your pocket when you leave, that's it!

The bland eyebrows obviously twitched. After waiting tens of thousands of years for someone who might obtain his inheritance, the middle-aged man said against his will: "It's good not to be confused by appearances."

Gong Yilin, "If you don't want to praise me, you don't have to force it. Your expression just now is like swallowing a fly."

The middle-aged man was not angry, his eyes were all on the chessboard, "You do have some skills."

As soon as Gongyilin smiled, he heard the other party say: "Even when I was alive, I never met someone who made me want to swing my sleeves. You are the first." After finishing speaking, he raised his head, Shi Shi gave Gong Yilin a look, "It's probably the last one."

This is the first time they have looked at each other, and there seems to be a stormy sea hidden under those calm eyes like a clear pool, which is daunting.

Gong Yilin couldn't help but straighten his mind. It is absolutely impossible for such a person to be fooled by his few words.

"You are conducting the test of the inheritance of Buddhism and Taoism," the middle-aged man returned his eyes to the chess game, his eyes were fixed on the white pieces, he seemed to have thought about the next step, but he did not take any action, he spoke calmly There was something else in his tone, "Although I don't know what happened in the small world, the answer must not be your own."

Gongyilin asked without answering, "How can you see that?"

In front of people who don't know the depth, lying itself is unwise, and retreating is a good way to deal with it.

"You're too young." The middle-aged man said softly, as if he was recalling his past time, with a sense of desolation in his tone for no reason, "It's impossible to have such a feeling."

Gong Yilin scratched his head in embarrassment, "You're absurd."

The middle-aged man was taken aback, "I'm not praising you again."

Gongyilin gave him a mysterious smile, "I understand." He said as if he knew it well but didn't say it.

The middle-aged man resisted the urge to support his forehead, "Zen, this illusory thing is rarely understood by anyone. Even if you can understand it, it's not something you can do at your age."

Gongyilin seemed to be thinking, looking at the middle-aged man's face, trying to infer something from it, but he was a little disappointed in the end, and didn't see anything.

"Are you going to report me?" Gong Yilin asked tentatively.

"Report?" The middle-aged man shook his head after repeating the somewhat childish words, "The so-called inheritance test was originally not prepared for people to pass. It is your ability to pass it. I won't say more."

Gong Yilin keenly grasped the information in his words, "You mean the person who set up the inheritance test didn't want people to take away the inheritance?"

"Thousands of years ago, a peerless Supreme of the Immortal Saint Clan was born. He loves to collect all kinds of martial arts skills, but he doesn't use them for himself. Of course, he is already strong enough. It is estimated that many so-called handed down skills I don't like it either," the middle-aged man said slowly, "Fortunately, he doesn't bother to do murder and extortion, otherwise it will be a catastrophe for the world. It is these people who have been saved by him who swore the oath of heaven and earth to leave the inheritance in the undead holy clan after death."

A flash of understanding flashed in Gongyilin's eyes, "No wonder, the undead saint clan almost includes the inheritance of thousands of families."

"In addition to his love of collecting inheritance, this peerless supreme also has another hobby, which is to play tricks. He likes to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, so that others can be broken into pieces when they are proud. When the inheritance test was finally set up, it was also based on the age of the person who came. , cultivation base, personality, etc. are divided into different grades. It seems to be a test, but it is actually a dead end. Take you for example, your personality is cunning and eclectic. The test is precisely the Buddha way."

"Is this peerless Supreme still alive?"

"I don't know," the middle-aged man said: "Some people say that he was beheaded, and some people say that he stepped through the void and went to another world. When I died, he had disappeared for a long time."

Thinking of the Buddhist and Taoist inheritance assessment that he participated in before, Gongyi Lin felt lingering fear, "Fortunately, I have another hand, otherwise Hua Mo Nianhua is buried in this holy place of immortality, wouldn't it be a shame to die?"

The middle-aged man laughed, "There are no absolutes, and the test is not completely a dead end. At least I have seen one person succeed."

Hearing the words, Gong Yilin almost raised his head and chest and proudly said, "That's my elder brother, of course he is powerful." He still held back the words.

"About 1000 years ago," the middle-aged man had a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, "a young man came to pass through the most difficult Taoism. He failed the first time. The qualifications of a young man are hard to come by in hundreds of millions of years, so I gave him one more chance." At this point, a sigh overflowed from his mouth, "The second time, he really succeeded. It's amazing to be so amazing A person who has inherited Taoism, must now be the hero of the party."

"he died."

"What did you say?" The middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, his tone full of surprise.

"He's dead." Gong Yilin looked at him and said, "It's said that after he obtained the inheritance of the immortal saints, he became disowned by his relatives, became very demonic, and was eventually killed by the heads of several super sects."

"Joke!" The middle-aged man yelled, "The inheritance of Taoism contains infinite mysteries, and if he takes it away, it will only make him resonate with the Dao. Which idiot came up with such absurd conclusions as the demonic nature?"

"It's really ridiculous," Gongyilin said with a calm expression, "but the result is that he died, and several super sects also paid a huge price, and they haven't fully recovered for nearly a thousand years."

The middle-aged man's eyes were like eagles, he locked on Gongyilin firmly, and asked forcefully, "What's your relationship with that boy?"

Although the other party deliberately spoke in a gentle tone just now, the middle-aged man has nearly [-] years of experience, so he couldn't hear the hatred in it.

Gong Yilin did not succumb to this fierce gaze, but became more and more calm, "It doesn't matter what relationship I have with him, what matters is who I am?"

"Your identity?" The middle-aged man took over the conversation.

Gongyilin ticked the corner of his mouth, and said word by word: "Debt collector."

Those who owe money to his senior brother will pay back the money they owe, and if they owe their lives, they will pay in blood.

The atmosphere was extremely stiff, and the difference in cultivation between the two seemed to be a silent confrontation.

After a long time, the middle-aged man regained his calm face, but he opened his mouth to talk about a completely different topic, "In the past, I traveled the world without relying on such advanced cultivation. That era was so turbulent and magnificent. They're all ants."

No matter how strong Gongyilin's mind was, he could still feel his heart move when he heard that a half-step true immortal was enough to dominate the current mainland, but ten thousand years ago, it was only a threshold to gain a foothold.

"At that time, although my cultivation base was average, I had a kung fu technique that could accumulate luck."

"Accumulating luck, there is such a practice in the world?"

What is luck, invisible and intangible, but no one can say that luck is useless. To put it bluntly, some people are born with supreme luck, and they can have adventures even if they fall off a cliff and survive. Break through, and those who have no luck, even if they are hungry and find some wild fruits to satisfy their hunger, they will be paralyzed by the poison.

Gong Yilin couldn't help but light up when he thought about it, if he could learn this method, it would be of great help to him.

"Don't get too excited," the middle-aged man said, "The special thing about my technique is that it cannot be explained in words."

Gongyilin hugged her chest, "Do you want to teach by example?"

Middle-aged man: ...

"Cough cough," Gong Yilin coughed a few times, "Aren't I just preventing the wolf from happening?"

"Listen, my technique..."

Gong Yilin, "Wait, don't you check my aptitude first?"

Could it be that he is a genius from the sky, and he immediately hit the opponent's love for talent.

"Your aptitude?" The middle-aged man glanced at his roots, with obvious disgust on his expression, "Almost no one has passed the inheritance test here, and finally one will appear. I have no patience to wait any longer."

Gongyilin frowned, "But once the inheritance is completed, you will disappear completely in the world."

"I'm already dead," said the middle-aged man, "what's left is just a wisp of primordial spirit, and it will only be a relief for me to completely dissipate. Come down, it will only increase the sorrow."

Gongyilin could understand his thoughts, if one day all his masters and senior brothers were gone, there would be no need for him to commemorate this world.

"This exercise is called "Futu Jue", and I will only demonstrate it for you once. How much you can understand depends on your understanding."

Hearing this, Gong Yilin took out a strange-looking pen out of nowhere, "As the saying goes, a bad pen is worse than a good memory, let me take a note."

The middle-aged man shook his head. He was sitting cross-legged and soon entered a strange state. A huge vortex appeared around him. At the same time, a majestic voice sounded in Gong Yilin's mind: " The Dao has just been formed, the five lucks and six qi, and those who obey the five elements are lucky..."

As the voice sounded, Gong Yilin couldn't help crossing his legs like a middle-aged man, following the voice guiding him in his mind, until his heart sank completely.After an unknown amount of time, a strange breath poured into his body, his whole body became smooth in an instant, and his body seemed to become a wonderful carrier, waiting for the aura of heaven and earth to pour in.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes, and there was a trace of satisfaction in his eyes, "If you want to turn your body into a container to absorb luck, your current state is at best a funnel, and no matter how much luck pours into your body, it will be a waste of money. "

"Container?" Gong Yilin seemed to have touched a little doorway, but he couldn't fully cross the threshold, but he could feel that the things that had been absorbed into his body with great difficulty were slowly released. Hold this breath.

"I have practiced "Futu Jue" for [-] years and I have just completed it. How can you, a junior like you, be able to complete it overnight."

Gong Yilin tensed up when he heard this, and then relaxed, calming down, "I'm the one who was stunned."

"Just understand." The middle-aged man maintained a cross-legged posture, and his body suddenly floated over in such a flat manner, as if riding a cloud. The index finger lightly tapped Gong Yilin's eyebrows, and the outline of all the exercises appeared instantly. In the latter's mind, "If you understand this set of mental methods every day, you will definitely gain something."

While speaking, his body was almost translucent, gradually becoming like a thin piece of paper. Just before he was about to completely disperse, he took a deep look at Gongyilin for the last time, and sent out four words, "I can do it myself."

Gong Yilin pursed his lips, and seemed to be struggling, "If one day I am the enemy of the whole world, I will definitely find a new inheritor for this exercise before then."

It was rare for the middle-aged man to show a sincere smile, "It's good that you have this kind of heart."

After saying the last word, his figure completely dissipated between the sky and the earth.

Gong Yilin looked at the place where he disappeared, and couldn't help sighing slightly in his heart, the way of heaven is fair, mortals still have a handful of loess when they die, and monks, no matter how amazing you were in life, when you die, you will have your last breath. They all disappeared.

Although he has not yet fully digested this technique, Gongyilin's temperament has improved qualitatively compared to before. Now Gongyilin seems to be surrounded by a spring breeze, which is refreshing, and he can't help but want to deal with it.

When he maintained this sanctimonious appearance and flew down to the cave, he deliberately stood with his hands behind his back, pretending to be an outsider.

There was no cheering scene as expected, Gongyilin's nose moved, looked down, and immediately accelerated the speed of the flying sword, descended from the sky, and shouted angrily: "You guys are cooking hot pot behind my back!"

I saw him striding forward, pointing at Xian Puppet and Kunpeng, "It's okay for them two, you two are a puppet and a big bird, what a joke."

Immortal Puppet, "I don't eat, I'm just responsible for lighting the fire."

Kunpeng remained silent from beginning to end, especially aloof.

In the end, Bian Feichen said chillingly, "You have been gone for a day and a night, we can't just wait forever."

one day one Night?

Gongyilin was taken aback, he just yelled a few times and practiced the kung fu for a while, yet so much time had passed.He shook his head, looked at the scene in front of him and said angrily: "You guys even have a reserve of bowls and chopsticks."

Several lines of sight focused on Bian Feichen, who looked calm, "There are extra iron pans and bowls and chopsticks inside, if you want, I can lend you."