Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

There are thousands of stars, and the moon is almost invisible tonight, and every star shines extraordinarily.

Gongyilin, "The stars are like a dream."

Kunpeng, "It is rumored that the stars contain great energy."

Gong Yilin stretched out his palm and waved it twice, "If you walk with the sword at this time, maybe you can really experience the feeling of being able to pick stars."

Kunpeng, "On this continent, there is an ancient country called Daliang. The royal family of Daliang has a mental method that is said to be able to communicate with the power of the stars."

Gong Yilin glared at him, feigned anger and said, "It's such a beautiful day, you can't think about anything else except practicing."

Kunpeng talked about the matter, "I said, the Daliang royal family has a good idea."

Gongyilin glared at him, but the latter ignored him completely, staring at the stars with his deep eyes, thinking about the records in his memory about Daliang's imperial family's mentality.

"Forget it, forget it," Gong Yilin shook his head and sighed, with a look of regret, "It's my fault to talk about romance with you stupid guy. I think that when I came to Canglan Country, I wanted to see the beauty of the flower leader Qingqing." Rong, it's a pity to be disturbed by you, but you don't know such a beautiful scenery.

Young girl?

Kunpeng’s good memory told him that the only time this name appeared was in He’an Town, when one of the young people said, “Miss Qingqing will be on stage in a while, so hurry up and leave.” In the end, he suppressed the other party's thoughts with coercion, but he didn't expect that time had passed, and he was thinking about it until now.

"Things have come to this, we can only see if there is any chance to meet that Qingqing girl in the future," Gongyilin sighed, looking like a disciple, "But I am more interested in Bai Mo and Bian Feichen now." How will it be chosen?"

Kunpeng's eyes froze when he heard the two names, and he commented for the first time: "If you really have feelings, why do you need to calculate?"

"When two people fall in love, there are a lot of conditions. This person's appearance, bearing, achievements, and even the cultivation world pay more attention to his personal worth." Gong Yilin looked at him sideways, and said with a smile: "But whether it is in the cultivation world , or the mortal world, one thing remains the same, two people love each other, no matter whether they become resentful spouses or not in the future, they have given their sincerity."

For a moment, Kunpeng felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. From the first meeting, he knew that Gongyilin was good at calculating everything. After that, all kinds of things showed that he was not only calculating the world, but also calculating people's hearts. At this time, he showed how much he valued a sincere heart. For no reason, he asked, "The words are very beautiful, but I'm afraid they are empty words. If one day you like someone, you will not be able to do it yourself."

Gongyilin thought about it for a few seconds, and said in surprise, "How can you be sure that I like someone?"

The temperature in Kunpeng's eyes dropped again, and Gongyilin was always doing Tai Chi when he spoke, and his questioning was meaningless in the first place.

The night wind in the forest was much stronger than other places, and the leaves rustled from time to time. After an unknown period of time, Gongyilin suddenly said, "If I like a monk, I will go to prove the Dao with him. If I like a heinous The devil, how about falling into the abyss with him?"

"Why are there no ordinary people?"

"Cultivators compete with the heavens for their lives, and mortals cannot accompany me forever."

"Then, what about the demon?"

"Demon..." Gong Yilin raised his head and said calmly, "My life is like a demon."

In the same night, dozens of miles away, Bian Feichen and Bai Mo also had a conversation, but Bai Mo almost just nodded and shook his head. Although Bian Feichen was talkative in the past, after so many years, his words were sharp and somewhat tit-for-tat.

"I'm going to rest." Bai Mo closed his eyes and explained briefly.

On the contrary, his thin body highlighted the contours of his facial features, like a sharp sword, sharp but ruthless.

Bian Feichen stared at his side face for a long time, with complicated eyes, "The night when I made an apology, you told me that this matter will be discussed after I return from victory. Did this sentence come from your heart?"

Except for the sound of the wind, no one answered. The fairy puppet in the distance opened his eyes, and his gaze was darting towards the distance like an eagle. Why can't these two people follow Gong Yilin's example and go far away to talk?

"Are you sincere to me?" Bian Feichen pressed him step by step.

Bai Mo closed his eyes and remained silent.

"If I didn't attack Bai Ce that day, would the ending be different today?"

"Self-abolishing the meridian, expelled from the palace, but it came from your mouth?"

"During the years when I was imprisoned, was there a night that you regretted?"

"Lin Bo, but you killed him?"

"No." Two words floated out faintly.

I didn't expect him to speak, Bian Feichen was startled, Bai Mo didn't like to talk, he remembered that when he was young, he used to chatter in Bai Mo's ear all night while Bai Mo was correcting official documents, but the other party was as steady as a green pine, without the slightest distracted.From then on, Bian Feichen understood that if Bai Mo didn't want to talk at the beginning, he wouldn't even open his mouth if the world collapsed.

"The important place of the palace is under your care. How can anyone enter?" Bai Mo said slowly, "You don't really think that I haven't investigated Lin Bo's background and family."

Bian Feichen's lips moved slightly.

"Knowing his identity, how can I accept your wishes in the palace?"

He moved, seemed to hesitate for a moment, and finally said: "It has nothing to do with Ce'er to destroy your meridians."

Bian Feichen's eyes suddenly burst into intense color, "Why is that?"

Bai Mo kept silent again, but Bian Feichen didn't intend to let him go, and said word by word: "Tell me, why?"

Break your path to immortality.

This answer has always been kept in Bai Mo's heart, and it has almost become his inner demon. Unfortunately, he didn't say it before, he won't say it tonight, and he won't say it in the future.

"Whatever the answer is, so what?" Bian Feichen suddenly relaxed, "There is no turning back between you and me."

Bai Mo's shoulders trembled slightly, too small for anyone to notice.

"Ascension is all-or-nothing. You made me worry about you and ruined my Dao heart. I put a voodoo on you to insulate you from the undead body. Now that Lin Bo has passed away, I am not the young general back then. I have paid so much. I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled, do you understand... foster father."

Bai Mo suddenly opened his eyes, "Father, these two words linger in his ears, it seems that someone shouted yesterday, but after thinking about it, he feels that it has already happened in his previous life.

Bian Feichen smiled suddenly, with compassion and relief in his eyes, "Even if we torture each other, I will never let go in this life."

There was a ruthless taste in the words, "After today, I will live and you will live. If I die, I will kill you first."

Bai Mo has heard countless threats in his life, some people take his rights, some people take his family members, but these people are all dead now, including the last emperor of Canglan Kingdom, he just used some means to support Bai Mo Ce took the position, but he only said three words to Bian Feichen's 'threat', "I'll wait."

What are you waiting for? He didn't say anything, Bian Feichen felt a bit at a loss, whether he was waiting to grow old together, or parting and reuniting, entangled until death?

The air was completely silent, and Immortal Puppet felt much more comfortable. Human beings, why do they have to use language to talk about things that can be solved with thinking? How good it is now, he can finally close his eyes and rest.

The sky was a little bit clearer, just as Gong Yilin guessed, the old man of the undead saint clan did not show up, Bai Mo had already made a choice, if he chose not to eat the food that Bian Feichen gave him at that time, the old man would definitely help him Completed the transformation of the immortal body, but Bai Mo made a choice and entrusted his life to Bian Feichen.

Gong Yilin didn't sleep all night, but when he came back, he was full of energy.

"I'm afraid I will disappoint senior." Bian Feichen looked at Gongyilin who was coming from a distance, and said something for no reason.

"No problem," Gongyilin waved his hands nonchalantly, "I didn't think you would really go back."

Bian Feichen was relieved, Gongyilin's cultivation was far above his, and if he used force, he had no chance of winning.

"However," Gong Yilin changed the subject, and his tone was a little serious, "God's Dream Valley treats you well, even if you don't go back, you should go back."

Bian Feichen smiled wryly, "I will go back to the master's door to plead guilty first." He was not afraid of being blamed by the master's school, even if his cultivation base was abolished and expelled from the teacher's school, he would have no complaints, but, thinking of the disappointed eyes of the master, the old man's expectations for him Hope, I can't bear it.

"You left the master's gate and went back to He'an Town alone. You can hide it from others, but can you hide it from your master? But he didn't make a move to stop you."

Bian Feichen shook his head, "I'm afraid Master has been disappointed in me by then."

"In the past, the owner of Shenmeng Valley left Guzhong to accept you as a disciple because of a hexagram. He must have known that your master-student fate will not last too long."

"The hexagrams are really so miraculous?" Bian Feichen couldn't help but ask.

Gong Yilin looked at him with a cold gaze, "As a person in the Valley of Gods and Dreams, you should be the last person to suspect."

"I've never doubted it, maybe I've been worrying too much recently." Bian Feichen glanced past Bai Mo inadvertently, "If fate is fixed for a few days, what do you need to do?"

"Fate is determined, but who can say that you can guess the will of God," Gongyi Lin Xinsi did not waver, "We predict and predict luck, but to seek good luck and avoid bad luck. Maybe sometimes we can touch the corner of fate, but who can tell?" Speaking of truly seeing the whole picture, God’s will is unpredictable, and life itself has countless possibilities.”

"Life itself has countless possibilities," Bian Feichen murmured and repeated. Looking back on the road he had traveled in the past, he had encountered countless choices. Tens of thousands of choices still lead to the same path and the same person in the end. Are there really countless possibilities in life? Why does he think there is only one?

Seemingly seeing the melancholy in his eyes, Gong Yilin said softly: "You think there is only one choice, because that is what your heart desires."

Bian Feichen's eyes lit up, as if he had realized something in an instant, his eyes were burning, all his obsessions were aroused by the white ink, that was what his heart wanted, and the ending he was going to, whether it was happy or sad, naturally only related to that person.

He looked at Bai Mo's eyes gradually clear, the latter's expression remained unchanged, but there was a hint of a smile in his eyes.

"Thank you, senior." Bian Feichen looked at Gongyilin, and respectfully saluted, "I'm going back to the teacher's school." After a pause, he raised his head to look in Bai Mo's direction, "Come with him."

Gong Yilin nodded, "This trip has been delayed for too long, you should go."

"Senior's great kindness, Bai Chen will never forget it." Bian Feichen said, the word 'Bai Chen' means that he is ready to fully face all the past and the future.

Gongyilin nodded, "See you by fate."

Bian Feichen took out the storage bag, "Here are the sycamore seeds that senior entrusted to me for safekeeping."

Gongyilin took it and gave it to Kunpeng, "I have a dead breath on my body, so it's not suitable for me to carry this thing."

A green lotus bloomed at Bian Feichen's feet, turning into the size of two round platforms. Bian Feichen and Bai Mo stood on top of it. In the blink of an eye, the green lotus flew up into the sky. The two figures moved away, growing stronger under the brilliance of the green lotus. Clean and elegant.

Gongyilin watched the two figures disappear, and said with some regret: "When I chose the flying magic weapon, why didn't I think of choosing Qinglian or something like that, and finally chose a sword?"

"It's very suitable for you." The fairy puppet who had been silent all this time suddenly said.

Gongyilin: ...

Turning his head to face the majestic mountains, Gong Yilin said, "At any rate, they are considered your descendants, so you really don't want to send them off?"

"Within ten thousand miles, the Undead Sacred Mountains belong to the Undead Sacred Clan. They haven't come out yet, so what can I do?" The old man of the Undying Sacred Clan didn't appear, but his voice went straight to the sky.

Looking at the endless mountains and the high mountains piercing into the sky, Gongyilin suddenly felt absurd. No matter how high the flying magic weapon flies, it is impossible to pass the mountain of the undead saints. This is limited by the law. , Bian Feichen controlled Qinglian at a distance of a hundred feet from the top of the mountain. If the whole mountain was compared to a human face, the height was just at the position of the eyes, as if the Immortal Mountain was watching them leave.

"The seeds of the sycamore tree have been obtained, and this trip is considered complete." Gong Yilin turned around and looked at Kunpeng and Xian Puppet, "Do you want to stay and continue to wander or leave now?"

"I'm here only to ask for the sycamore seeds. It doesn't matter if I want to leave or keep it." The fairy puppet said lightly.

"What about you?" He looked at Kunpeng.

"Let's go." A voice sounded in Gongyilin's mind, and just now he felt a powerful aura from the divine sense left in Tianyuan, "A visitor is coming soon."

Gongyilin frowned, hearing Kunpeng's tone as if he was an uninvited guest, but he didn't see him hurrying back, as if it wasn't very serious.

Kunpeng spread its wings, lifted Gongyilin and Xianguo, circled low and flew high into the sky.

After about a stick of incense, they left the range of the Immortal Mountain. Without the suppression of the enchantment around the Immortal Mountain, Kunpeng jumped up and headed towards the height of ten thousand feet.

Along the way, Gong Yilin, who was always eloquent, sat cross-legged, frowning, and after an unknown amount of time, he asked, "Do you feel like you forgot something?"

Seeing that his expression didn't look like a fake, Immortal Puppet thought about it for a while, and didn't feel that he had forgotten anything, "You have obtained the inheritance, and the sycamore tree seed, so the rest is irrelevant even if you have it."

"Too."

……

Bian Feichen went back to the teacher's door to plead guilty. The request that Gongyilin promised that day was considered fulfilled. The task was completed. On the way back, he had the leisure to watch the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers under Kunpeng's wings. For [-] miles, the heaven and the earth have turned into miniatures one after another, with a panoramic view.

A huge figure protruded from the clouds, and such a powerful energy fluctuation alarmed the disciples guarding the gate of Tianyuan Mountain.

Just as someone was going to report to the master, a disciple suddenly shouted: "It's the mountain guard beast, hurry up and inform the elders, the mountain guard beast is back!"

"Look! That's Senior Sanxian Gong Yilin, who has just entered Tianyuan. He really has an extraordinary bearing."

Since Gongyilin accepted the inheritance, his temperament has made a qualitative leap. From a distance, he really looks like a fairy.

"What is next to it looks like a puppet, so realistic."

"Hey, where's the fire dragon horse?"

Gongyilin, who was receiving worship from above, slipped. As soon as he was about to arrive, he stood up and put on a coquettish pose. , is the big joke.

But now, Gong Yilin obviously has no time to worry about this matter, what about the Fire Dragon Colt?

He said that he seemed to have forgotten something, and it turned out that he forgot the Huolongju in Canglan Country.