Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

A grandpa's cry broke his heart, and those who heard it burst into tears.

Facing the sobbing face buried in his arms, Gongyi Linpi smiled and said: "Stop calling, I won't agree to it."

A pair of jade arms hugged him even tighter, and Ning Qing said in an almost stubborn tone: "Grandpa, you are my grandpa." After speaking, she raised her head and stared at Gong Yilin with tears in her eyes, "You are angry with Ning'er back then. Leave without saying goodbye, right?"

Gong Yilin thought about it carefully again. After little Lolita left, his first thought was: From next month onwards, there will be an extra meal for one person.

After a hundred years, seeing such a charming woman, Gong Yilin couldn't help but said: "Since we finally met, shouldn't you settle the meal money back then?"

God knows how edible the Yaozu were when they were young. Originally, one job a day was enough. Since he had this kid, he had to rob his house every now and then. That wasn't enough. Going out to hunt became a necessity of life.

In those years, in order to support a child, how hard he lived!

"Grandpa, let's go upstairs and talk about it." After his emotions calmed down, he took Gong Yilin's sleeve with his frail and boneless hands, and pulled him upstairs, as if he didn't want to attract strange and searching eyes from the people around him. , disturbing their reunion.

Gong Yilin said seriously: "I think it's good to be in broad daylight, and the privacy of the box is too good. It's not good if you touch me."

Ning Qing smiled through tears, and dragged him upstairs without any explanation.

When Gongyilin was about to break free, the woman walking in front of her turned her head and smiled sweetly, "Fire Bird Feathers, I'll pull out some for you if you want." He said with a playful wink, "The premise is You first agree to my request."

"any request?"

"Answer me a question first, have you ever thought about it over the years..." You may think this question is too explicit, Ning Qing put it another way, "I remember that grandpa was collecting money everywhere to support me, knowing that I am a demon clan Heirs, but treat them as if they were their own."

"Treat yourself," Gongyilin said with a stiff smile, "It's better to use another adjective, for example, something like seeing death as home."

"Okay," Ning Qing nodded obediently. Beside Gongyilin, she didn't have the slightest image of a proud iceberg princess. I'm afraid the Emperor Yu himself would be surprised when she saw it. I ran for my life in the grassland for a whole three thousand miles, and grandpa never thought of leaving me behind."

"It was only then that I realized the truth that there is great power in numbers." Gong Yilin rolled his eyes, who would have thought of repelling a few people, and then a group of people would come over, kill a group of people in a fit of anger, and finally chase one The gang eventually turned into a small monster army.

The monster clan was fighting among themselves, fighting for the king with great power, he almost died without a place to bury him.

He carefully looked at Ning Qing who had grown from a lolita to a girl like a flower like a moon, and sighed: "As expected of a monster, the genes are powerful. No matter how cold you are when you are young, you will be just as beautiful when you grow up."

Ning Qing couldn't help laughing out loud, the girl who had been in a daze had her almond eyes widened, and the lady who was usually so cold that people dare not approach her laughed so many times in just a short while, and, at last The most important thing is that miss has a grandfather. Yuhuang's father was unfortunately implicated in the third war between humans and demons when Yuhuang was very young. Besides, these two people don't look alike ...

"At that time," Ning Qing paused before asking, "Was it ugly?"

Gongyilin said honestly: "When I rescued you, I always thought you were a turkey, but I didn't expect you to be a firebird."

If it was Firebird, he would have plucked his hair and run away long ago.

Ning Qing's smile froze for a moment, then she shook her head and said, "You haven't changed, it's been so many years."

She was no longer a child ignorant of the world, but her most respected savior has been living like a hundred years ago. His tone, demeanor, and appearance have not changed. any stamps.

When he actually walked into the private room, Gong Yilin carefully looked at the furnishings and decorations in the private room. It was hard to imagine that such a small space could hold so many decorations. The invincible daffodils, the carpet made of giant beast skins... are too cumbersome to make people feel obtrusive.

Walking on the carpet, the extremely soft fur made Gong Yilin feel his feet hurting. Now every step is stepping on mountains of gold and silver!

Ning Qing personally poured wine for him, the wine on the table was worth one thousand spirit stones per jug, the last time Gong Yilin drank was not at the same level as this one.However, he didn't have much reaction when he drank it in his mouth. He doesn't like wine, so he only drinks one or two glasses occasionally.

Putting down his wine glass, he said, "I think the auction of Huo Niao Ling is just a gimmick to lure me out."

"Grandpa predicts things like a god, Qing'er's clumsy plan is also helpless." Ning Qing said.

"Tell me, what can I do for you?"

Ning Qing was taken aback.

The corners of Gongyilin's lips curled up, "It's not difficult for the Emperor Yu's forces to find someone. Over 100 years have passed, and now you are making rumors to find me. There are only two possibilities, to seek my life or to ask for something else."

His calm and pleasant voice made the maid who was still in shock regain her sobriety, and re-examined the man she had looked down upon.

Every part of the facial features is meticulously crafted, too beautiful, and the thin lips are raised, warm and affectionate.

Will the lady be angry because of his words?

The servant girl couldn't help looking over, but saw a hint of sadness on her young lady's brows, her red lips parted slightly, and she said three words softly, as if accepting her fate: "I want something."

The sadness seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and disappeared like a cloud in the mountains for a moment, "Leave Nagato, okay?"

Gongyilin glanced at her with a half-smile, "What if I say no?"

Ningqing's red lips moved a few times, but she didn't say anything.

"If I say no, what are you going to do?" Seeing her silence, Gong Yilin's smile deepened, and he raised the cup on the table, "Are you going to give me the antidote?"

Ning Qing's pupils dilated, and she suddenly looked at him, "You, how do you know?"

"Passion fruit itself is very smelly, but it can emit a strange fragrance after drinking." The tip of the nose sniffed the edge of the cup lightly. The power of a monk."

Meimu stared at him for a long time, then said with a clear voice: "You didn't drink."

Gong Yilin, "My master used to say that when you go out, don't drink the wine given by others if you don't want to be dead in the wilderness. The elder brother also warned me that good wine and beautiful women are paired together. Be careful. Because the poison can't be contained in the wine, it will be painted on the lips of beautiful women."

Taking out a handkerchief embroidered with red plums from her bosom, Ning Qing wiped off the fat on her lips, "They are all right."

Gongyilin finished the exquisite refreshments on the table in a leisurely manner, then stood up, stretched and raised the bead curtain, ready to go out, before leaving, he still politely said: "Thank you for your hospitality."

"Huo Niao Ling, don't you want it?" Ning Qing didn't stop her, but spoke slowly.

"I found a better one." Gong Yilin turned around, blinked, without the slightest indignation after being calculated, "beautiful, hard, and very heavy, but it's a pity that I haven't been able to get it."

"Is it the same color as your clothes?" Ning Qinglian moved lightly, approaching him, "I remember you always liked to wear red clothes in the past."

What a proud young man in fresh clothes and angry horse!And she was protected in front of that person, holding the reins with delicate hands, controlling the direction of travel, as if controlling the whole world.

That feeling, even if she stood on the thousand-foot-high Guanyue Pavilion in the future, she never aroused the feeling of controlling everything again.

"I came to Nagato from a long distance. With your wisdom, you may guess the reason?"

"Yes." A word resounded loudly.

"I've tried everything possible to lure you out, can you find out what's behind it?"

"can."

"Calling you grandpa in public, can you understand this painstaking effort?"

"can."

The footsteps were calm and hurried, without any sign of stopping, and Gong Yilin didn't even look back.

"Gongyilin!" A voice came from behind, this was the first time Ningqing called this name after they met, cold, wronged, and mixed with a trace of resentment.

The white back finally stopped, and Gong Yilin looked straight ahead, "Nagato is muddy water, you must have heard some news and wanted to persuade me to leave, but with my personality, I can't give up halfway."

"In these years, you must have been paying attention to my news. Just now, in Luohualou, a grandfather is enough to make the Emperor Yu angry. When the news spreads, many people will search for my identity, and soon the people of the Puppet Sect will also know about me. The whereabouts, not to mention that I killed Emperor Nalan Yi, is enough trouble in itself. Considering all aspects, I am afraid that it is the wisest choice for me to leave Nagato immediately."

Ning Qing stared at the back, her pride did not allow her to ask, why you don't appreciate her painstaking arrangements?

For more than 100 years, how many days and nights, every moment, she was afraid, afraid that she would never see the man who called her Grandpa in her memory again, afraid of his troublesome personality, afraid of his troublesome personality before her. He died when he grew up.

"I just want you to be safe." A soft murmur, a tear fell.

Gongyilin raised his footsteps again, leaving a soft voice behind him, the cynicism faded away, and the lines were full of seriousness, "I am very grateful that you want to silently settle the trouble for me behind your back, but what I want is someone who can accompany you." I am a person who shares weal and woe together." At this point, he finally stopped for a moment, tilted his head slightly, showing the perfect arc of his side face, "At least in spirit, he wants to be completely side by side with me."

It's just that in this world, it's so difficult to meet such a person who is in the same boat through thick and thin.

Walking out of Luohualou, the street was still full of people walking in a hurry, Gong Yilin took out his bamboo hat and put it on his head, and said with a wry smile, "Next, I'm afraid we will have to change our appearance for a while."

Disguise, name change, a new identity.

Don't worry about the first one with Brother Ninth, and the third one, if you can follow Qinghe, you will be safe.

As for the second one, a spring-like smile appeared on Gong Yilin's face, "From today onwards, my name will be Yun Tian."

The sky of the cloud of righteousness.