Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Someone put river lanterns under the bridge, made a wish piously with the palms together, and three people walked side by side on the bridge, creating a delicate atmosphere.

"That...brother?" Wei Zhi's tone was hesitant.

Gong Yilin nodded, "Can't you see it?"

Wei Zhi said solemnly: "There is a big difference in appearance."

Gong Yilin laughed and said, "Probably because of the different birth methods. I gave birth to a viviparous child, while he gave birth to an egg."

Wei Zhi: ...

"I'm just kidding." Gong Yilin spread out his hands, playing with taste: "Don't take it seriously."

Of course, Wei Zhi couldn’t take it seriously. His rationality told him that the person in front of him could never be the younger brother of Qinghe’s head teacher. Not to mention the differences in personality and appearance, Qinghe had spent a long time in Tianyuan before becoming the head teacher. During those years, he seldom left the mountain, let alone heard that he had a younger brother.

"Who are you?" Wei Zhi asked directly.

Gongyilin gave Qinghe a wink, signaling him to cooperate with him, but the latter received the signal, but did not continue to follow his wishes, and only said: "You can't fool him."

Wei Zhi: Sure enough, he was lying to him.

Gong Yilin sighed regretfully, "It's rare to come across something interesting, and it really loses a lot of fun to reveal it so quickly."

"Your fun doesn't stop there." Qinghe meant something.

Gong Yilin said sincerely: "Although I have done some outrageous things recently, you have to believe that I am a good person in essence."

With this familiar tone of voice, this boastful demeanor, a name suddenly appeared in Wei Zhi's mind, "Gong..."

Gong Yilin smiled and said nothing, but made a 'shh' gesture.

"I thought you had left here a long time ago." Wei Zhi frowned and said in a low voice, "Do you know how many people want to find you now."

Gong Yilin, "In order to see my face, these people are hard enough."

Wei Zhi raised his forehead, feeling like he was talking to a duck.

Gongyilin was grinning, he didn't seem to be worried about being hunted down at all, he pushed Qinghe and Weizhi forward, "Meet an old acquaintance in a foreign land, no matter what, you should buy me a drink."

"If you're so greedy, I might as well take you to Luohualou for a drink tomorrow." Qinghe turned around, glanced at Gongyilin, and stopped at a splendid building in the distance. The lanterns are not lit, and some small stalls and night clubs have just opened, and the darkness and light are intertwined, giving people a strong visual impact.

"Alcohol can cause trouble, let's forget it," Gong Yilin laughed a few times, "Besides, we are not old friends from other places, we just met a few days ago."

I accidentally ran around with a certain bird in the sunset.

Although they didn't talk about where to go, the three of them tacitly walked towards the place with few people, from the bustling to the remote alleyway, which is not far from the location where Gongyilin bought the house.

He pointed to the place surrounded by trees, "I've lived there all these days."

"Would you like to take a look?" Qing He asked casually.

The white flag hanging high was no longer visible, Gong Yilin shook his head, "I'm afraid that a net has been set up there long ago, and senior brother also took all the people and things in the house to evacuate a few hours ago, so there is no point in going any further."

"Brother?"

"It's my ninth senior brother," Gongyilin said in a deep thought, "he's good at everything, but he can't laugh. If you and I go together, there will always be times when we meet him." His fingers lightly touched Chu "It's a pity that my land deed is probably just a blank piece of paper from now on."

"It's good that people are here." Qinghe said lightly.

Gongyilin nodded, "Indeed, people can rebuild anything. One day, I will let the name of the Ax Gang resound in every corner of the cultivation world, and make any painter proud to join it."

One sentence is full of pride, and the person who speaks is confident and powerful, with his blue shirt fluttering with Ye Feng's sleeves.

Probably because his attitude was too firm, neither Wei Zhi nor Qing He laughed at the name of the Ax Gang.

"Do you want to go?" Qinghe caught a glimpse of his profile from the corner of his eye, his voice was low and magnetic.

"Wait a little longer," Gongyilin looked at the flagpole standing alone in mid-air not far away, "I wonder if Brother Jiu has kept my white flag properly."

Standing still in the wind for a long time, a burst of fire pierced the sky, and there were noises and curses from a distance. Those people who were waiting around the gate of the house, found that the building was empty, and vented all their anger on the land. Di Sanchi also wanted to find something, but when he found nothing, the flames mixed with anger, and the whole house was burned from the inside to the outside.

Most of the house is full of trees, which will burn at any point, and thousands of trees will gradually turn into dead wood along with the house.

The flagpole of Gongyilin was the last to ignite. There was nothing on it, but the white banner with the name of 'Axe Gang' seemed to be printed in Gongyilin's pupils, and it was completely burned by the fire.

The fire was raging, and Wei Zhi couldn't help looking at Gongyilin, wondering if it was because of his disguise, he couldn't see any emotion on Gongyilin's face, but he thought, after living in a place for so long, it is inevitable that there should be some feelings, Then he comforted: "When you get back to Tianyuan, you can reorganize your residence, which is also surrounded by green trees, which is no worse than here."

The pupil seemed to be condensed into a small red dot, and half of the sky was blurred by the flames. Gong Yilin raised the corner of his mouth, "Are you worried about me?"

Wei Zhi thought for a while and said, "It's a bit."

Gongyilin turned his head to look at Qinghe, with a mysterious smile: "What about you, are you also worried about me?"

Qinghe's eyes fixed on his face, meeting Gongyilin's eyes, he clearly saw the arrogance in those eyes, fearless.

"Not now."

Hearing the word 'now', Gong Yilin rolled his eyes, opened his arms, stretched his waist, and turned around first, "It's time to go, let's go to Nagato!"

Behind him, the fire was shining into the sky, Gongyilin looked up at the few stars, Nagato, Nalan's family, Li's family, Long Shao, parallel lines that seemed impossible to intersect would all meet there.

"Don't wait a few more days?" Qinghe didn't believe that Gongyilin would let go of such a good opportunity to do evil, and left now.

"Originally, according to my senior brother's intention, although we have different paths, we should set off at the same time as me." Gongyilin glanced at Qinghe, and immediately said: "But I am going to go one step ahead and go to Nagato."

"Are you looking for a craftsman to make crafts?" Apart from this, Qinghe couldn't think of any other reason for Gongyilin.

"There's no rush to refine the weapon," Gongyilin said with a smile, "I'm more interested in our bet."

Although Wei Zhi, who was accompanying him, didn't speak, his heart was fluctuating. He seemed to be with the teacher along the way. When did the two make a bet?

"If you lose at that time, some people shouldn't deny it." Hearing that Gongyilin still remembered the bet, Qinghe's mood suddenly improved a little.

Gong Yilin walked a few steps quickly, came in front of him, turned around, and said with a smile: "Although I am sometimes ambitious and unscrupulous, there is one thing that even Master praises."

"Oh?" Qinghe raised his eyebrows.

Gongyilin pointed to his lips, and slowly said four words: "I am willing to bet and admit defeat." He looked at Qinghe, "What about you, do you accept your debt if you lose?"

"One word from a gentleman, one quick whip." The cold voice floated along the night wind, and it was especially pleasant.

Gongyilin smiled even more freely, clenched his four fingers, and pointed his thumb towards him, "If you say a word, I'm willing to admit defeat."

Under the night, the three of them each stepped onto the flying treasure. Qinghe himself was the Kunpeng, so naturally he didn't need the flying treasure, but he kept his identity a secret. Naturally, it was impossible for him to fly through the sky in front of Wei Zhi, so he and Gongyilin took a sword together and flew to Nagato.

……

From all over the world, tens of thousands of knights, with the treasures of heaven and earth, gather at Nagato.

There is a gathering of heroes, some show their glory, some die, and some people once said that the most dangerous and safest place in the cultivation world is Nagato, which is jointly presided over by ten families of refining masters, and no one dares to come here It's a mistake, but under this, as long as the craftsman's crafting is not disturbed, it is common for people to kill and seize treasures.

A majestic stone tablet stands in this land, and the word "Nagato" is burned out with different fires. Each stroke contains the profound meaning of refining. Thousands of people, later there was a decree that no one was allowed to stay under the stele.

Wei Zhi looked at the unfamiliar faces around him, feeling a little uncomfortable, "I've already arrived at Nagato, so there's no need to hide like this."

Gong Yilin, "I'm not afraid of the Puppet Sect, but there are indeed some troubles with the Emperor Yu."

Thinking of the 'Grandpa', at first I thought it was hearsay, but after it was confirmed that it was true, a crack appeared on Wei Zhi's indifferent expression, "Thank you for being able to figure it out, to deceive a monster race."

Gong Yilin said with some embarrassment: "A hero doesn't mention his bravery back then."

Qinghe said coldly from the side: "The debts of the year, now pay back."

Gongyilin showed a flattering smile, and approached Qinghe, "Didn't I find a backer?"

Knowing that it was rhetoric, Qinghe's heart couldn't help but let out a cold snort on his face.

Gongyilin accepted it as soon as he saw it, and looked at the stone tablet outside the Nagato. On the left side of the stone tablet was a towering ancient poplar tree with a huge crown.

"It was a night of heavy rain, but I seemed to see catkins flying."

King Gu once said this to him when he was in Tianyuan.

Gongyilin unconsciously took two steps to the side, and looked up at the old poplar tree, which was luxuriant in branches and leaves, simple and vicissitudes.

"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time." Wei Zhi reminded.

Regarding Nagato's rules, Gong Yilin still knew a little bit, he nodded slightly, and returned his gaze to Nagato behind the stone tablet, "Let's go in."

……

Without Nagato, it is hard to imagine the prosperity of Nagato.

The world of self-cultivation pays attention to clean cultivation, and Tianyuan is a typical example of pure cultivation. After Gongyilin left, some nonsense barely added a little popularity. Entering Nagato is like entering another world.

Along the way, there were no less than a hundred shops selling magical artifacts, and Gong Yilin was dazzled.

"The relatively common Magical Artifacts sold here are of high quality, which cannot be compared with outsiders, but at best they are common. If you want to get a real high-level Magical Artifact, you must ask a famous artisan to forge it yourself."

Seeing that Gong Yilin seemed to want to visit a few shops, Wei Zhi reminded him.

Seeing the monks, craftsmen, and vendors everywhere, Gong Yilin shook his head regretfully, "If you can still try your luck in the market, you might be able to find one or two treasures, but unfortunately, I'm sure there are no people who appear here. Knowledgeable."

Qinghe glanced at him, and said: "For example, you not only know the goods, but also have an eye above the top."

"If you want to use it, of course you have to use the best one." Gong Yilin said bluntly: "When the matter at hand is finished, I will see if I can ask everyone to help me reforge a flying magic weapon."

"That flying sword of yours is not a mortal thing at all." Wei Zhi said beside him.

"The appearance is not good enough," Gong Yilin snapped his fingers, "I want to create a unique style that is unique in a million."

Wei Zhi was silent.

Gong Yilin, "No comments?"

Wei Zhi thought for a while and said, "I don't dare to think about it just to hear it."

"..." Gongyilin turned his head to look at Qinghe, who returned a look of 'you are happy'.

"The idea of ​​a genius is something you ordinary people can understand," Gongyilin waved his hands in pain, and then told Wei: "Is there any good craftsman to recommend?"

Several people walked and watched, Wei Zhi thought about it for a while, and said: "Hua Yun's flying treasure was made by a craftsman in Nagato."

Thinking of the beautiful green lotus flying in mid-air, not to mention Dorafeng, Gong Yilin's eyes straightened, "I wonder which craftsman it is?"

"It's a refiner from Nagato Li's family." Wei Zhi said again: "But I heard that he passed away unexpectedly many years ago."

"Li Changan?" Gong Yilin blurted out.

Wei Zhi nodded.

Looking at Qinghe, Gongyi Lin said, "Could it be that you also know?"

If Qinghe knew the inside story, it would be very detrimental to his bet.

Seeing his nervous expression, Qinghe twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, "Huh?"

"Huh?" Gongyilin swallowed, "What do you mean?"

Whether to know or not to know.

Qinghe didn't answer him directly, and began to look carefully at some objects on the stalls on both sides. Gongyilin rushed to him in a 'shua', lowered his voice, and pretended to be malicious: "Hurry up!"

Thinking that he might disguise himself as a woman and play the erhu and sing ditties if he loses, Gong Yilin's heart almost collapsed. He kept chasing Qinghe and asking him. If the other party really knew something inside, he had to think of another countermeasure.

Qinghe seemed to have made up his mind to keep his mouth shut. He was a silent person, and if he didn't want to open his mouth, he could not say a word for several months.

Seeing Gongyilin chasing after him, Wei Zhi, who had been watching silently, was really curious, wanting to know what kind of bet he made and what the bet was.

Regardless of which direction the head is turned, one can see a magnified face clearly reflected in the pupils when one lifts one's eyes.

Qinghe took a step back, away from Gongyilin's harassment, and finally said: "Don't jump up and down like a flea."

Almost swearing, "You can't use a good metaphor to describe me. Last time I was called a dog, but this time I'm a flea again." Gong Yilin glared at him, "You can't describe me like a cat or a hedgehog. !"

Qinghe frowned, "Is there a difference?"

Gong Yilin, "He is also a strong man, do you think it is better for me to call him a strong man or a man with a horse?"

"A strong man." Qinghe and Weizhi said in unison.

Gongyilin clicked his tongue and said: "It's hopeless." After speaking, his tone turned around, looked at Qinghe and said softly: "Just ask, do you know anything about Li Changan?"

Qinghe remained silent, and at some point, he had an extra hobby. Seeing the person in front of him when he tried his best but was powerless, he really looked like a cat scratching its paws, and it was a bit lovable.

Just when Gongyilin's mouth was parched, a beautifully dressed girl walked by her, the smell of makeup was particularly strong, and looking at Qinghe's stern profile, Gongyilin's eyes flashed, he tugged at Qinghe's sleeve, and said softly : "My good brother, just talk about it!"

Stumbling under his feet, after living for hundreds of years, Qinghe was almost tripped by himself.

He was lucky, Wei Zhi was frightened directly, and he would not go on the road.

The word 'brother' has several consonants in just two words, especially the very long end consonant, and there is a hint of coquettishness in it. I'm afraid the top oiran in the brothel doesn't have such skills.

What if the seductive voice came from a man's mouth?

Gongyilin looked up at him, his eyes were very clear and innocent, he opened his mouth wide, as if he was about to speak again.

"I don't know." Before he uttered the first word, Qinghe completely stopped teasing him, and said directly.

His elbow was lightly touched, Qinghe turned his face, and saw Gongyilin approaching him, staring at Mou's position, and whispered maliciously in his ear: "Honestly speaking, listen to me shouting, you just Not a little reaction."

"Reaction?" Qinghe said in a serious tone, "You mean nausea, dizziness, or vomiting?"

Gongyilin: ...

The two fought and failed to gain the upper hand, so they simply gave up the fearless verbal battle and returned to the topic, Gong Yilin: "So, you don't know Li Changan well either."

Qing He nodded slightly and said: "One year Hua Yun forced Wei Zhi to accompany him to Nagato. I know this. As for the follow-up, it is their own business."

Hearing this, Gong Yilin had no choice but to ask the person again, "Tell me about it, Li Changan."

I was afraid that Gong Yilin would also call him brother, and he also didn't like to talk, but Wei Zhi almost immediately answered, "I've only met a few times, so I don't have a deep impression."

Gongyilin just smiled and said nothing.

"I see," Wei Zhi sighed, "I'll tell you from the beginning."

Gong Yilin patted him on the shoulder, "Then thank you very much."

Wei Zhi took a step back silently, "That was many years ago, when Hua Yun was defeated in a battle with others, and the flying magic weapon was attacked when he fled..."

"Failed in the fight?" Gong Yilin's eyes sparkled, he didn't expect Hua Yun to have such a past.

Wei Zhi glanced at him, and Gong Yilin made a gesture of surrender, "I don't ask, you tell."

"Although it turned defeat into victory afterwards..."

"Turning defeat into victory, could it be you who helped him?" After being beaten and fled, there is no way to turn the tide of the battle.

It was Qing He who answered him, "Hua Yun was chased all the way back to Tianyuan, and happened to meet Wei Zhi, and Wei Zhi slapped the man to death on the opposite mountain in a rage."

Gong Yilin, "...has courage and courage." He turned his head to look at Wei Zhi, "Go on, I promise not to interrupt this time."

Slapping people to death with one slap, it is better for him not to provoke such a man.

Wei Zhi shortened the story as much as possible to avoid further interruptions, "Although he escaped, the flying magic weapon was completely damaged. Hua Yun spent a whole year collecting materials and pestering me to accompany him to grow up. He wants to create a new flying weapon, and he is determined to create at least a middle-grade treasure. There are many refiners in Nagato, but there are only a handful of people at the palace level. Such people are not particularly precious. It is almost impossible to get the materials."

Gong Yilin nodded in understanding. The materials Hua Yun collected were definitely not bad, but they were nothing in the eyes of the master craftsman.

"In this case, it is the best choice to find an experienced and well-reputed craftsman. We found Li Chang'an on the recommendation of a friend in the past. Magical artifacts are well-known.”

Gongyilin couldn't help asking: "Li Changan, what kind of person is he?"

"You must have met one of the Li family members."

Gong Yilin was stunned, and laughed, "Your intelligence network is too big."

Wei Zhi: "You and Li Wang met in Luohualou, so it's not a secret." He looked at Gong Yilin and asked almost the same question as before: "Li Wang, what kind of person are you?"

"There is a kind of aloofness in his bones, but a bit of cowardice in his character." He quickly commented.

Wei Zhi nodded, "The same is true for Li Changan, but compared to Li Wang, he is more gentle, gentle, and aloof from the world, and there is nothing to say about what happened after that. Li Changan helped Hua Yun refine a middle-grade treasure. After we settled the expenses, we didn't stay any longer and returned to Tianyuan. As for the news of Li Chang'an's death, I also heard it unintentionally two years ago."

Gongyilin was slightly silent. Long Shao's later favorite person was probably Li Chang'an. There was a flash of understanding in his eyes, and he was a little bit unjust for the Gu king. He was immersed in the environment of demons fighting and fighting since he was a child. Attracted by bright and gentle people.

Seeing him lowering his head and wondering what he was thinking about, Wei Zhi didn't bother him, and waited until the three of them had walked for a while before he said, "We're going to investigate the matter of the elder last time, how about you?"

Gong Yilin came back, smiled and shook his head, "I have other things to do, it seems that we have to split up."

Wei Zhi didn’t force it, they had their own intelligence network, they had their destinations wherever they went, and they walked in two different directions at the next intersection. Before leaving, Gong Yilin said to Qing He with lips: “Willing to bet Give up."

I don't know whether to remind myself or the other party.

Qinghe replied with four words: I hope so.

In this way, each goes his own way.I don't know how long it took, Gong Yilin seemed to wake up with a start, and suddenly turned around, almost forgetting that there were only a few hundred spirit stones left in his storage bag, and he couldn't survive near Nagato, let alone the most prosperous place in Nagato. of a street.

There were Qinghe and Weizhi among the various people who came and went. Gongyilin couldn't help shaking his head, recalling what he was doing just now. He obviously wanted to follow a short-term meal ticket at the beginning, but in the end At the juncture, he said that he would work separately from them.

It was hard to imagine such stupid words coming out of his mouth.

The matter has come to this point, it is useless to be harsh on oneself, and the most important thing is to find a way. For a while, countless thoughts appeared in his mind, and finally Gong Yilin decided to go back to his old profession.

In less than half an hour, there was an extra table, a chair, and a fortune-teller in green shirt on a street where countless shops selling magical artifacts gathered.

An alternative always attracts people's attention. Although no one patronizes after a period of time, some people still stop to look at it, some don't care about it, and some pass it by with a smile.

In the world of comprehension, few people believe in fortune-telling, unless it is God Dream Valley, which has absolute authority in divination, and a few dudes even rolled their eyes when they passed by. Care until finally someone sits down.

A young man with a playful smile, a typical joiner in the fun.

"Hey, fortune teller, why don't you do the divination for yourself?"

Gong Yilin knocked on the table.

The young man frowned, "I'm asking you a question, what are you doing knocking on the table?"

The index finger coughed twice again on the table. The young man was about to have a seizure when he heard a voice from far and near, "He is asking you to pay the bill." As the voice got closer, a fiery red long The man with foreign hair looks handsome and young, but there are a few faint lines in the corners of his eyes. The vicissitudes and wisdom in his eyes cannot be concealed, "Did no one tell you that there is a fee for asking fortune-telling questions?" ?”

"You..." Just as the young man was about to have a seizure, he felt a gust of air flow past his chest, and when he raised his head, he was already ten meters away from the fortune-telling booth, and the man with fiery red hair was already sitting in his original position. The young man looked at the man in horror, swallowed, and left quickly.

Hundreds of translucent spirit stones were placed on the table. The fiery red-haired man was very polite and advanced, but he didn't appear to be overbearing.However, Gong Yilin could tell that this must be a person who had been in a high position for a long time. He put away the spirit stone on the table with a calm expression: "It seems that a big customer has come. What do you want to ask?"

"Measurement." The man with fiery red hair said softly.

Gong Yilin spread out a blank sheet of paper and placed it in front of the fiery red long-haired man.

I saw the latter brushing the pen and ink, the characters on the paper were vigorous and powerful, and the characters themselves were even more shocking - it was the character 'father' without sloppy strokes.

"Just test this."

The fingers of Gong Yilin's left hand under the table trembled. With fiery red hair and the word 'father', he seemed to have vaguely guessed something.