Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Adversity sees the truth.

When Gong Yilin opened his arms to maintain a beating smile, Wei Zhi immediately roared: "Run, it's dangerous!"

He is not good at observing words and expressions, even so, he can tell that the head teacher is on the verge of collapse, and Gongyilin is the one standing on the edge of the crater, no one knows if he will fall in the next second .

Gongyilin realized that the situation was wrong a few seconds before Weizhi opened his mouth. Qinghe's face did not seem to be full of excitement and joy.

He pulled up the cordon in his heart.

The moment Wei Zhi opened his mouth, triggered by external voices, the thread stretched to the extreme and suddenly broke. Gong Yilin reflexively lifted his foot and ran. Before running, Wei Zhi looked at him from the corner of his eye. , Weird and bizarre, Gong Yilin raised his chin proudly, who can escape faster than him!

Passing through the bustling market and the bustling crowd, he gasped and ran along the path at high speed, with the green hills swishing past him on both sides, and finally stopped by a small river. Gongyilin took a few breaths, "It's finally safe gone."

At least he didn't feel any breath coming up from behind.

He wanted to pat his chest to let him breathe, until he noticed that the state of his right hand was not free at this time. Gong Yilin turned around in surprise, took a breath of cold air on a hot day, rubbed his eyes to make sure he was right, his right hand , holding the other hand.

Ice muscles and jade bones, this word is originally used to praise women, the cool touch from the hands, but it can only remind him to describe it like this.

Gong Yilin finally recalled the way Wei Zhi looked at him before running away, it was by no means weird, it was clearly the eyes of the mentally retarded!

Who will hold the enemy's hand and run together when fleeing for his life!

Gongyi Lin Fue sighed, it is estimated that there is only one family in the world who can do this. When Wei Zhiming is in danger, it is when his vigilance is the highest. Usually, when he gives birth to this kind of vigilance, his life safety is threatened. Under the circumstances, since he is an acquaintance, he certainly has a reason to drag Qinghe along on the run.

As a result, the journey of life may end today.

Qinghe was indeed very angry, and even had a killing intent in an instant. The last time Gongyilin reported that he "disguised as a man", Qinghe was paid attention to in full view. Countless people are staring at a key position, which is enough insult to the proud Kunpeng clan.

What happened next was beyond his expectation. Gong Yilin immediately chose to run away when Wei Zhi heard danger. It was an instinctive choice.But what was faster than instinct was the involuntarily held hand, passing by a person beside him, stepping over the green mountains and rivers, the eyes that were originally floating with murderous intent gradually calmed down.

The river flowed over the stones, and the difference in height made a loud splashing sound. Gongyilin's panting sound because of the exhaustion just now gradually merged with the sound of the river flowing.

Qinghe glanced lightly at Gongyilin's profile, big beads of sweat slipped from his forehead, flowed down his throat, and fell to the ground.

"That..." Scratching his head embarrassingly, Gong Yilin also felt that this time the oolong made a big fuss, and he ran away just to prevent himself from being slapped away by Kunpeng's wings, and ended up dragging the opponent's paws to run together.

The embarrassment was thrown to the Shimen hundreds of thousands of miles away.

"Hehe." Really didn't know what to say, Gongyilin laughed dryly, and afterwards felt that the word "hehe" didn't sound very good, and when he looked at Qinghe's eyes, it was not so cold that it was icy, but It's plain with a touch of complexity.

Could this be the contempt of the king in the legend?

He didn't know that in the past, when the headmaster of Tianyuan was still alive, Qinghe had accompanied him to participate in the third human-devil war that broke out in this continent. On the battlefield, Qinghe had personally seen many monks who said their promises of benevolence In a blink of an eye, the former leaves his companions to escape alone, and even the lover who was lingering in the past pushes the Taoist partner out to suffer a fatal blow in order to survive the next moment.

But as cunning as Gong Yilin, as shrewd as Gong Yilin, he was able to surpass his own instincts and lead him to flee for his life.

The feeling was... surprisingly new and fascinating.

"Come again."

Gongyilin was startled, "What?"

"Pull me away."

The palm waved twice in the air, "Did you become stupid by the wind?"

A ray of breeze blew slightly, turning in the air, drawing a perfect arc, a strand of hair on Gongyilin's temples snapped, and he immediately laughed twice, "Just kidding, whatever you say is what you say. "

Reluctantly, he took Qinghe's hand and ran for a while. When he stopped, he turned his head and said without smiling, "It's all right now."

"No, I don't have that feeling." Qinghe whispered.

The intoxicating feeling just now did not appear.

"Run again."

Gongyilin's foot slipped, but he could only succumb to the opponent's majesty and continue to run forward.

"Come again."

"Come again."

……

"Again……"

"You'd better kill me." Gong Yilin lay down on the grass in despair, looking at the sky hopelessly, "Running in the sunset, that's my lost youth."

Seeing Gongyilin limp on the ground like a dehydrated salted fish, Qinghe frowned, "Get up."

Gongyilin didn't even bother to move his fingers, he hooked his toes, "If you have the guts, get down."

A small vortex of airflow appeared above Qinghe's finger, but Gongyilin didn't even bother to hide when he saw it, and turned over, looking as if he wanted to kill or cut him.

Of course, he can't really wait for death. The pen on his chest is enough to help him resist an attack from Zhundao Immortal Venerable. trust.What to do after this is to calculate the probability of success, and give a preview of how to react after failure, but Gong Yilin suddenly wanted to bury his face in the soft soil through the grass The impulsiveness, the momentary choice when he was running for his life just now really frightened him-someone crossed the line.

For a long time, Gongyilin has clearly divided the world into a box, who lives on each floor, and how he should treat it.

Master, senior brother, friend, nodding acquaintance...

But Qinghe, because of various accidents at the beginning, he didn't have time to define the opponent and put him in the most suitable position.

Just when he was at his wit's end, he felt the lawn under him sink slightly, and he didn't need to guess who the person sitting next to him was.

Gongyilin and Qinghe are often in a state of being speechless, and now they are sideways, unable to see their expressions clearly, but the two feel that it is easier to communicate in this state, without having to catch every expression on the other's face, but judging the meaning of what is said True or false.

Eyes opened and closed, closed and opened again, Gong Yilin spoke softly, breaking the rare silence, "Sunshine, lawn, two people, this scene, if it is accompanied by music, it will be perfect."

Hearing the word 'music', Qinghe's originally softened face became stiff for a moment.

Gongyilin's tone rose slightly, "I propose, let me sing a song."

"To shut up!"

"Oh." Regrettably, he forcibly took back the note that was about to be spit out of his mouth.

In fact, Gong Yilin's voice is very nice, but for some reason, singing can have a fatal effect. It has been like this since childhood. In the end, he can only conclude with some regrets: "Born."

As a result, Gong Yilin worshiped people with good music.

"Young Master Bi in the past, a song that shocked Changmen." Inadvertently recalling a sentence that Brother Jiu said, Gong Yilin repeated it in a murmur, then turned around, "Have you heard of Young Master Bi?"

It's even more arrogant than his surname, the surname is Young Master, I can't bear it!

"Fang Bi."

Gongyilin let out a soft 'Huh'.

Qinghe said calmly: "The person you are talking about should be Fang Bi."

Good-looking people are beautiful from any angle, even when talking, Qinghe's profile is extraordinarily handsome.

"Can you lie down and talk to me?" Gong Yilin said sincerely, "I'm so tired looking up at you."

Qinghe glanced at him coldly, and Gongyilin stood up knowingly.

"In the past, Mozun Shuangsheng had two generals by his side, equally divided. One was the well-known Long Shao, and the other was gradually forgotten. This person was Fang Bi."

Gongyilin has a good understanding of the general sphere of influence of this continent and some famous people, but he is not clear about some. For several years, who knows how many people have risen from the outside world during that time, and how many people have fallen. The world of comprehension has never lacked geniuses, let alone fallen geniuses.

Thinking of someone, Gong Yilin's gaze sank slightly, and soon returned to its original clarity.

"So, Young Master Bi is just a name given to him by others."

Qinghe nodded slightly imperceptibly, "Long Shao's surname is Long. According to legend, after the real dragon successfully proves the Tao, he can ride the clouds and ride the fog, call the wind and rain, and Fang Bi's surname is Fang. The two were once jokingly called 'Eight Directions Wind and Rain.'"

Gong Yilin shook his head and said, "If you set up such a flamboyant banner, it will definitely fall in the end. Then Fang Bi's final result must not be too good. Otherwise, why would the world only know Long Shao and not Fang Bi?"

"Fang Bi is a low-key person. The last time he appeared in front of people was many years ago. He is especially good at temperament. The most eccentric six-fingered old monster in "Seven Unique Temperaments" has praised Fang Bi's talent in rhythm."

Gong Yilin, "How does it compare to me?"

Qinghe took a deep look at him.

Gong Yilin turned his head away, "Please don't tell me." He blinked, "But you left Tianyuan this time, isn't it because you came to find me specifically?"

"The elder who attacked and killed you last time has found out some tricks. I am here only to thoroughly investigate the truth and solve the root cause of the disaster."

"What a disappointment," Gong Yilin spread his hands, but he didn't see any regretful expression on his face, "Would you like to make a bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

"I'm here to investigate the cause of Li Changan's death. You investigate the origin of that elder. I bet we will find one place in the end."

There was no raised brow, nor a determined smile. Qinghe probably guessed that Gongyilin was not sure of winning this bet. It was more likely to be a whim, "What's the bet?"

"If I win, you have to listen to me playing the erhu for three days and three nights. If you lose, just sing me a little song."

Received the other party's unfriendly gaze, Gong Yilin laughed twice, but he didn't get away with it, and sighed: "To be fair, you can open the terms if I lose. If you lose, how about singing me a little song?"

Qing He frowned, not because Gong Yilin raised the bet unfairly for the second time, but because it was too fair, no matter how it sounded like he was taking advantage of it, it was not in line with the other party's logic of life.

"It must be sung in its original form," Gong Yilin added.

During the conversation, he had already started to imagine what Qinghe would look like after losing. When he got excited, he stood up directly from the ground, "Come on, learn the movements from me. At that time, you only need to put the left wing on your chest, spread the right wing, keep your legs together, and put your feet together. Separate in a 'figure-eight' shape, raise your neck and sing..."

"I will refer to it."

"What?" Gong Yilin, who was talking about Xing's head, stopped and looked at him suspiciously.

"When you lose." The corners of Qinghe's mouth curved slightly, although it was very small, he could still see that he was smiling.

Under this lethal smile, Gong Yilin's mind was blank for a second, and then he shuddered all over. He was really just on a whim, and he only put himself on the winning side, and didn't think about what would happen after losing. .

"I'm looking forward to it," Qinghe also stood up, and said lightly, "Your erhu solo in disguise."

Drag?

It suddenly occurred to him that he had misled the Amethyst Dragon King into thinking that Qinghe's female partner was wearing men's clothes, which directly caused Qinghe to be scouted by many malicious eyes at the beauty pageant later. Now there are rumors that Tianyuan Zhangjiao is a woman.

The new enmity was added to the old enmity, and Gongyilin was terrified, somehow thinking that he was wearing a bright red robe, sitting in an old room, playing the erhu gloomyly.