Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

"A little higher, a little higher."

The man in the Chinese suit trembled a little while holding the rope. Although he was a small person, he would do anything to survive. To put it bluntly, as long as someone was more capable and defeated the person in front of him, he would choose to betray without any hesitation. .

But this is just an if, at least his current life is in the hands of the other party, and this person who is both good and evil is currently his half master.

"Ah." The man in the fancy dress sighed deeply.

When the flag was raised to the highest point, he turned around and said to Gongyilin: "My lord's calligraphy is a good one, but the name is too...popular." Of course, men in fine clothes like those used by local ruffians are not He would say, "If someone comes to visit and sees this name, I'm afraid it will do damage to your lord's reputation."

Between the lines are full of earnest words, looking like they have broken their hearts.

"First of all, you are the one in charge of reception," Gong Yilin paused while watching him, and took out the bamboo hat from the storage bag, "Secondly, I have this."

Man in fancy dress: ...

If he had met this brazen person when he was cultivating Taoism, even if his aptitude was mediocre, he should be a generation of martial arts masters now. For nothing else, just wanting to kill the person in front of him with his own hands is the motivation to practice Taoism.

"There's nothing going on recently, you're in charge of picking up guests at the door, I'm practicing in the house, and I use a messenger talisman if I have something to do."

After finishing speaking, he stepped into the gate of the house, leaving behind a handsome figure.

Taking a deep breath, the man in fine clothes looked up to the sky and sighed, what kind of luck did he have, he insisted on provoking Li Wang in Luohualou that day, and it was nothing more than provoking Li Wang, and he also provoked himself this big Buddha.

It is said that it is easier to invite the Buddha than to give it away, and I am afraid that he will not have a happy life in a short time.

The lack of pruning of the trees and the overgrowth of more than a decade made the rooms in the house dim even during the day.

Being dilapidated has its benefits. Gongyilin found strangely that being in such a damp and cold room is more conducive to his comprehension of the "Futu Jue". Naturally, the cultivation body and the environment of ordinary people's cultivation cannot be generalized.

Just like the damp ghost air is a disaster for ordinary monks, but it is of great benefit to ghost cultivation; the precipitous place with many lives is the favorite place for monsters and beasts; the devil's air can promote the breeding of demons, and the vitality is violent. But I can't ask for the cultivation of the demons...

Gong Yilin suddenly opened his eyes, changed his cross-legged position and got out of bed.

"The magic energy seems to help me practice."

The words that the Gu King sent to him in the hall's divine consciousness that day suddenly came to mind, "Demon Qi, is it the demon clan?"

How come, Gong Yilin walked to the window, looking at the lush leaves, it stands to reason that he should ask himself now, "How can a bug be a demon?" When this idea just came up, a handsome man suddenly appeared mind -

"How can butterflies have wings, how can monks find longevity, why can't mountains and rivers embrace the earth, and gurgling streams can't embrace hundreds of rivers?" The child seems to have countless questions, full of curiosity about the world.

"You are still young, you need to study more." The man in white didn't answer him.

"You don't answer because you can't." The child said firmly.

"Your question itself is wrong." The man in white drew out the soft sword at his waist. The sword was radiant and cold, and every move was seamlessly connected with each other, and the flowers in white clothes were scattered. I am afraid that the coldest woman in the world will be shocked when she sees this scene. There were ripples in his heart, the sword dance stopped, and the soft sword was retracted. The man in white looked back at the child under the tree, and said lightly: "What is the reason for the butterfly to produce wings? Where can monks find the road? How can mountains and rivers embrace the earth? How can streams melt the sea? That's what you should be asking."

The child pouted, "What's the difference between this and what I asked?"

"If you have doubts about something, be sure of it first," the man in white looked at the child with cold eyes, "Also, never say that something is impossible, there is only one reason for the impossibility, you is not capable enough.”

The picture was like a spring thunder in the sky, it only exploded once and then stopped abruptly.

"Go and confirm it first," Gong Yilin said softly, "So what I should ask is why the Gu King is a demon?"

"Yes or no, it's up to you." A cold voice came.

Gongyilin's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes lit up, "Senior Brother Ninth."

A burst of purple mist streaked across the air, as if a separate space had been split. A man in black robe appeared and stopped just ten feet away from Gongyilin.

"Little Junior Brother."

A small amount of fine soil was stained on the hem of the black clothes. Gong Yilin twitched his mouth when he saw it, "Are you going to move mountains again?"

Li Xingzongzi glanced at him, and said calmly: "It's not worth mentioning that I opened up a road."

Gongyilin looked at him steadily, "You don't produce roads, you are just a porter of nature."

"Why hasn't the habit of talking nonsense been changed for so many years?" Li Xingzong took a few steps forward. At this time, he was only three feet away from Gongyilin. People at this distance do not take precautions.

But Gongyilin and Li Xingzong were in a state of complete relaxation, and they were slightly wary of the outside world.

"I haven't seen you for a few years, but my junior brother can play a lot of tricks, and even thought of the trick of blowing up to death."

Gongyilin's throat twitched, "Here we come, settle accounts after Qiuhou."

"Well, is my sacrifice still there?" After thinking about it, Gong Yilin was still more concerned about his wealth.

"Yes," Li Xingzong nodded, and Gong Yilin felt relieved.

"Master specifically asked me to tell you that the old man will wait for you to go back 'in person' to pick it up."

With a 'thump' in his heart, Gong Yilin moved his lips, "You, what you said is true?"

Li Xingzong gave him a sympathetic look, "If there is anything you want to eat or do, you should do it as soon as possible."

While it is, as soon as possible!

Gong Yilin yelled 'Wow', and rushed forward to hug Li Xingzong's thigh, "Senior Brother Ninth, you have to save me, I don't want to die young."

"Die young?" Hearing the word 'Yingnian', Li Xingzong frowned, "By the way, master asked me to ask you by the way, did you play with girls' feelings when you left the master's school this time?"

Gongyi Lin pretended to be angry, "How can you question my character!"

"That's good," Li Xingzong nodded, "Most Wangnianlian will not have good results."

Year-end love!

Gongyilin staggered at his feet, "You are cruel enough."

"It's the right decision for you to find a yard here for temporary settlement," Li Xingzong said with a naturally paralyzed face, no matter what he said, he was expressionless and cold, "The water in Nagato is too muddy, now is not a good time to step in. "

Gong Yilin suddenly said: "What do you mean when you said 'Yes or no, it's up to me'?"

"literal meaning."

Gong Yilin frowned, "Don't play charades with me, could it be that the Gu King is really related to the demons?"

"I'm not referring to the matter of Gu King," Li Xingzong gave him a deep look, "it's everything."

Gong Yilin was startled.

"That person is neither a benchmark nor a ruler, don't use the senior brother's thinking to measure everything." Li Xingzong's expression did not change, but his tone deepened a lot, "You are you, don't live like a senior senior brother. "

Gong Yilin bowed his head in silence, and the room was dark. Just when Li Xingzong thought the matter was over, he said, "Eldest brother died too early. The dead, especially the capable ones, will be constantly beautified by the living until Apotheosis."

Omnipotent, insight into the world, aloof.

Some people can live as myths when they are alive, and they can be passed down as legends after death.

"When that person died, you were the only one among the senior brothers who was still young. It is inevitable that your every move will be influenced by that person, but you have to be clear," Li Xingzong said meaningfully: "You can trust him, but don't trust him completely. he."

Gong Yilin chewed this sentence over and over again, always feeling that there was something else in it, but he couldn't understand it.

"He taught you to be sure of everything, and today senior brother will teach you one more thing." Li Xingzong said in a deep voice: "Cultivators, in this cultivation world where the jungle preys on the jungle, you must have doubts about everything and never trust anyone."

Doubt everything, trust no one.

The appearance of Kunpeng spreading its wings above the nine heavens appeared in his mind inappropriately, and Gongyilin suddenly wanted to ask: If you don't believe in people, what about the monster?

At this moment, he suddenly felt something, his action preceded his thought, and he slapped the storage bag with one hand.

Soft and creamy.

Spreading his palms with a black face, he really saw a rogue-like insect dizzy in his palm, obviously a little dizzy from the slap just now, "I remember setting up a formation outside the storage bag, how did you run?" Did it come out?" Finally, looking at a bug without legs, he felt that the wording was a bit inappropriate, and Gong Yilin asked again: "How did you crawl out?"

After shaking for a long time, King Gu finally recovered his strength, ignored Gongyilin's questioning at all, and frantically wagged his tail at Li Xingzong in front of him, "Master, you are finally here to pick me up! Come on, let's go conquer the world, my lord!" Your throne must belong to you!"

Gongyi Lin Fu'er, it seems that Senior Brother Ninth's status as a prince in the past allowed him to instill some strange things in the monsters and Gu worms around him on weekdays.

Li Xingzong smiled at the Gu King, the occasional smile on a paralyzed face did not make people feel that the ice had melted away, but rather strange, "The words I just gave to my junior brother also apply to you."

Gu King hooked the tip of his tail in embarrassment, the eavesdropping was discovered, I don't know who the man the master was talking about just now, it sounds very powerful.

"It's all up to you," Li Xingzong said softly, "If you still want to conquer the world on the day when you transform into form, then it will be as you wish."

This sentence sounds a little ambiguous at first, but based on Gong Yilin's understanding of Li Xingzong, it is just a simple statement sentence, just like when parents taught their children when they were young, "If you can do xxx this time, I will..."

Draw a big cake, knowing that the other party can't eat it.

King Gu trembled excitedly when he heard that he could conquer the world.

Gongyilin's eyes were deep and deep. When Senior Brother Jiu said the words just now, he seemed to be sure that after the Gu King transformed into form, he would never miss the so-called grand wish of the golden sword and the iron horse to level the world.