Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

He looked up at the crafting shop, among Nagato's countless crafting shops, this shop is not very eye-catching, but its scale is not bad, and guests come in from time to time.

"Aren't you following up to have a look?"

Gongyilin shook his head, pointed to his own face, "We'll talk about it when I can return to my original face and identity."

With the troubles he caused, unless the Nalan family collapsed, Nagato would have to live with his tail between his legs.

Qinghe reminded lightly: "The Nalan family has some background, it is not easy for you to completely eradicate him overnight."

"Isn't there still you?" Gong Yilin asked back.

The tone without any hesitation made Qinghe subconsciously feel that this was a matter of course. He was stunned for a few seconds and after thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong. Why did he take the effort to help the person in front of him smash a force?

His throat twitched, and he wanted to speak a few times. Seeing Gongyilin looking around, he dismissed the idea, ruining the Nalan family was within his ability, but beyond his rationality. After weighing it for a few seconds, he found that he had no feeling Seeing rejection, he decided to let nature take its course once.

"Go in and have a look." Just as Qinghe made a decision, Gongyilin tugged his sleeves and walked into the crafting shop where Long Shao had just come out.

There are not many magical artifacts on display, but they are related to different varieties. Gong Yilin randomly picked a few to appreciate. Although they are not treasures, they are all of high quality and there are no defective products.

And Qinghe stood behind him, the two of them were slightly staggered, and only glanced at these magical artifacts. With his qualifications and status, these must be despised, but seeing that Gongyilin was interested, he followed to see more A few glances.

I don't know if it's because he subconsciously made a detached decision just now at the door, he pays more attention to Gong Yilin, and wants to see what's different about this person, so that he deserves to be treated differently.

Seeing that Gongyilin came in and didn't directly ask the boss about the magical artifacts that Long Shao came in to look at just now, but carefully selected them like an ordinary guest, Qinghe had a smile in his eyes.

The play is still very good!

Soon, the boss took the initiative to greet him. He only thought that Gong Yilin was a newcomer to Nagato, and such people can be found everywhere every day, so he carefully introduced several magic tools to him.

After Gongyilin listened patiently, his eyes gradually fell on the center of the wall. A curved bow hung there. It looked plain and unpretentious, but anyone could tell that this curved bow was far from other magic weapons in the crafting shop. comparable.

The boss noticed his gaze and said with a smile: "This bow is called the crescent moon, and it is the treasure of our shop."

"Sharp and introverted, worthy of the word 'Treasure of the Town Store'," Gongyi Lin Yuguang caught a glimpse of the small word 'Li' at the bottom of the bow and arrow, and asked after a pause: "How much?"

"I'm really sorry, but this bow is not for sale." Afraid that Gong Yilin would be unhappy, the boss explained again: "Actually, many customers have taken a fancy to this bow before, but this crescent moon is the last work of Mr. Li Chang'an during his lifetime. Its value cannot be measured by money.”

Gong Yilin said: "It seems that the boss has great respect for Mr. Li, and he must be able to smile with his knowledge."

"Although Mr. Li's works are not many, they are all high-quality works." As if thinking of the young master who had nothing to do with the world, the boss shook his head regretfully: "He was also kind, but it is a pity that he died at a young age."

Gong Yilin nodded in understanding, pretending to be casual and said: "I saw a young man walking out in front, wearing black clothes, with a dignified appearance, and he was a little regretful when he left. Do you also want to buy this bow?"

"Young master in black clothes?" The boss was stunned for a moment, then reacted, waved his hands and said, "You are talking about him, he didn't come here to buy a bow, I thought before that I also mistakenly thought he wanted this bow, after all, every It takes a long time to watch each time."

"every time?"

"He will come here every few years," the boss said, "I reminded him that this bow is not for sale, but the young master said that this bow called Crescent Moon is really not suitable for sale."

His eyes fell on the string of the bow. Even though it had not been pulled away for many years, it was still as tenacious as before. The boss sighed: "Thinking about it later, he might be Mr. Li's friend during his lifetime. Every time I look at him, it's like being in a Remembering the dead." He made a gesture of 'please', "There are still some magical artifacts in the inner hall, if you don't like any, you can go in and pick them with me."

Gongyilin shook his head slightly, declining his kindness, "No, I want to take another look."

The boss didn't say anything, and went to greet the next customer.

With his fingertips, he drew a circular arc through the void, copying the shape of the bow once, "When the world appreciates the moon, it is the reunion. As for the new moon," Gong Yilin put down his hand and chanted: "In the three or five nights, the new moon shines, The heart of an old man two thousand miles away."

He stood quietly directly under the bow, closed his eyes and meditated for a long time, seemed intoxicated, seemed to have new worries.

Qinghe walked from the back to the place beside him, and the two looked up at the bow on the wall together. From the corner of their eyes, they caught a glimpse of Gongyilin's rare and silent profile, and said slowly: "I thought you didn't like Li Changan."

He doesn't know the inside story, but in Fang Bi's tragedy, Li Chang'an is definitely one of the sources. Gong Yilin seems to dislike the Gu King, but he still loves him in private. For Li Chang'an, Gong Yilin should not have a good impression .

The half-closed eyes opened, and a bright light burst out, "I really don't like it," Gongyi Lin Zhengse said: "It's just that I respect every dead person."

All dharmas are accessible, and all dharmas are Tao. The way of ghost cultivation is mostly to absorb essence and cultivate the soul. There are many ghosts in the cultivation world, but there are very few people who can cultivate the real body. Unless there is a great opportunity, great perseverance, Only then is it possible to succeed.There are only a handful of successful people in this continent for thousands of years. Based on this alone, Gongyilin has the capital to be proud.

Qinghe felt that he vaguely touched Gongyilin's way.

Everything is bearish, and life and death are seen through.

If Gong Yilin knew what he was thinking, he would definitely add a sentence: Life is a long road, don't be cowardly and just do it.

"What do you think of this bow?" Qing He asked.

"The people who made it put a lot of effort into it, and they are skilled. The bow is very good, but the name is not good, which means it is incomplete."

"In your opinion, what should it be called?"

The corner of Gongyilin's lips curled up, and he said without hesitation, "Moon cakes."

Reunion and happiness, what a good meaning!

There is no harm without comparison. After hearing Gongyilin's name, Qinghe suddenly felt that the name Xinyue was particularly sweet and refreshing.

What I want to know is already understood, Gongyilin didn't intend to stay here for a long time, he took a few more glances at the curved bow, and then left the refining shop quietly, the street was still crowded with people, just for a short while, he felt as if he had been separated from the world .

"Where is Wei Zhi?" Gong Yilin asked as the two walked forward side by side.

"There was a problem with one of the contact points and he went to check."

Gong Yilin curled his lips, "It's just a place to collect information, and it's so cryptic."

Qinghe didn't speak out to refute. Gongyilin was very shrewd, but in some places he was a bit stupid, and he liked to be serious. He thought more than once, how did such a complicated personality develop?

"What are you figuring out again?" Gong Yilin yawned as he touched it with his elbow, "I'm sleepy, let's go and find a place to sleep."

Qing Heli ignored him.

Passing by several inns, and seeing hundreds of spirit stones taken out by the customers when they checked out from a distance, Gong Yilin clutched his chest and felt a heart-wrenching pain, "Is there any warm, comfortable and big sleeping place in this world, the point is You don’t have to pay for it.”

"Nests made of dry grass, dry branches, or mud." Qinghe quickly answered.

"..."

I almost forgot that this guy was born from an egg!

The two walked all the way, and Gongyilin found that Qinghe's route was very purposeful. The other party did not hesitate to turn at any place or exit from which alley. Anyway, there was no good place to go, so Gongyilin followed. For a while, trying to mix food and drink.

When he was finally tired from walking, a bit of drowsiness appeared in his eyes: "I said why can't I just fly the multiplier in the sky, I am so tired from walking."

Listening to his complaints, Qinghe said calmly: "The multiplier is too ostentatious."

Gongyilin stopped, looked at him and said seriously: "In the cultivation world, a monk who walks a long distance on his feet is really suspicious."

Qinghe turned his head: "Really?"

Looking up to the sky and sighing, Gong Yilin said speechlessly, "If you don't believe me, look around."

Looking over, there were indeed a few curious eyes staring at them. There are murderers and robbers in Nagato at any time. The whereabouts of these two people are too suspicious. Therefore, people secretly kept an eye on it.

Qinghe cast a cold and sharp look, and the people who were staring at him turned their heads in unison.

Gong Yilin, "It seems that you have a clue about the elder who suddenly fell ill and wanted to kill someone when he was in Tianyuan last time."

"He's not sick," Qinghe's eyes turned cold, "It's just someone instigated him behind the scenes."

"Would you like to hear my opinion?" Gongyilin asked with a half-smile.

Qinghe glanced at him, and didn't say yes or no.

Gong Yilin said to himself: "Everyone has a purpose in doing things. No matter who is behind the scenes, he must have an ulterior purpose. Before he knows this purpose, it is better to set a goal first and overcome them one by one. It is much better to break it down into parts than to passively let the other party lead by the nose."

Hearing this, Qinghe asked abruptly, "What is your goal?"

Gongyilin's eyes were full of smiles, and he said without hesitation: "In a short time, I won the bet with you."

Qinghe also smiled, a real smile, and something else in his clear eyes: "We'll wait and see."