Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Once some thoughts arise, they will make a series of inferences. Gong Yilin silently recalls what he has learned about the life experience of the ninth brother: born in the royal family, a real prince. Back then, the Li royal family itself was an extremely powerful dynasty. There are countless branches, but unfortunately, with the changes of the times, the once powerful dynasty gradually declined and fell apart.

Looking at his thoughtful expression, Qinghe guessed what he was thinking again, a surname mentioned by accident could also generate countless associations, wondering if he should admire his broad mind.

It happened that Gong Yilin raised his head, met his gaze, pondered for a while, and spoke first: "One of my seniors is named Li."

"The surname Li...you thought of Li Chang'an." Qinghe probably understood what he was thinking, and said, "Even if there is a connection between them, it won't be very deep."

Gongyilin raised his eyebrows: "Where do we start?"

Qinghe looked at him: "You have already reached the conclusion yourself, why bother to ask me."

Gong Yilin thought it was very interesting. He hadn’t met someone who came to chat like this for a long time. Two people can chat, not necessarily because they have a common topic, or have a certain emotional foundation for each other. The most basic premise is , The other party must be able to understand what you say, at least be able to understand what you mean, so as not to play the piano to the cow.

Thinking about it, I feel a little regretful: "You should talk more, maybe we can still have a good conversation." Feeling the iceberg-like gaze from the other party, Gong Yilin coughed and returned to the topic: "My senior is Although I can't understand the temperament, I can still see most of it. The nobility of the royal family and the domineering arrogance of the prince are fully displayed on him. Some temperament, especially the royal family, is not formed by deliberate cultivation. Under the edification, the natural elegance in gestures and gestures cannot be concealed by disguise."

Qinghe: "Li Changan is obviously not such a person."

Gongyilin nodded slightly: "He may be the bright moon in the mountains, lonely and proud, but he must not be the sun shining brightly in the daytime." He couldn't help lowering his head and chuckling: "If it is possible, I really want to see you." On the one hand...he when he was alive."

"This is impossible," even in the world of cultivation with countless possibilities, it only belongs to the living. Qinghe didn't know what to think of, but glanced at Gongyilin... There is no absolute, everything always There are exceptions.

The person in front of you is the best example.

"I asked in person, and the answer I got was quite boring. Even if senior brother has any relationship with the Li family, it won't be too close. At most, he saw one of his juniors occasionally. If he is successful, he can mention it," Gongyilin said. Shaking his head, he said, "But it's impossible to travel thousands of miles to Nagato."

Especially for a road idiot.

You must know that Li Xingzong is a typical example who doesn't like to go out. In Shimen, he can nest in one place for many years without moving. Once he goes out, even in the nearest place, it takes at least ten days and a half months. In the journey of finding the way.

"I don't know Lu, but I pretend to be confident," said Gong Yilin, and coupled with Brother Ninth's exclusive expression on his face, it was a perfect match.

Qinghe said coldly: "Isn't it true that there are still people who can clearly ask the whole story with just one sentence, but still have to work hard to find the so-called answer."

Gong Yilin: "I am looking squarely at the fairness of our bet."

"I have my own intelligence network." Qinghe reminded him.

Gong Yilin: "I don't have anything like the intelligence network, but I have one thing that you don't have." He thought for a while and added: "It doesn't include the pectoral muscles."

Hearing this, Qinghe's face sank, and the latter immediately corrected his attitude, and said seriously: "Luck, I've always been lucky."

Frankly speaking, Qinghe never believed in those illusory things, but he didn't say anything to refute, just said: "Maybe."

Thinking of luck, Gongyilin couldn't help but gritted his teeth secretly. The cheating Maitreya Buddha inheritance, the "Futu Jue" that accumulates luck, has been practiced for so long, and it is considered to be somewhat effective. There are many misfortunes on the road, setting up a fortune-telling booth, holding a martial arts contest to recruit relatives, you can meet Yu Huang, this kind of luck is no one.

Gong Yilin couldn't help but think, could he have been deceived?

After all, it was the inheritance obtained by cheating and doing everything possible, and he was still reluctant to give up.

"Forget it." Gong Yilin comforted himself silently in his heart: "With a lot of accumulation, one may inadvertently achieve great feats, condensing the luck of heaven and earth into one body."

When passing Suoxin Bridge, Gong Yilin couldn't help looking up at the bridge. There were a lot of slightly familiar faces that he saw just now. The intoxicated ones were still intoxicated, and the painful ones were still in pain. He looked sideways at Qinghe: " Didn't you walk from the bridge to the bridge unimpeded all the way?"

"There were three steps in the middle."

Gong Yilin stopped in his tracks: "Three steps?"

Qinghe gave a faint 'en'.

"This is really a strange thing," Gong Yilin said, "I thought you could stop for a blink of an eye at most, but I didn't expect it to take three steps."

"Don't do any more useless work." Seeing his small thoughts, Qinghe directly interrupted his intention of trying to talk: "I won't tell you about the illusion I saw."

"Stingy ghost." Gong Yilin couldn't help muttering, and finally realized: "How can you scold ghosts, isn't it even me who scolded myself?"

Hearing this, Qinghe's eyes were completely smiling.

……

Walking back to the vicinity of the main hall, the number of registration teams did not decrease at all. A steady stream of craftsmen came in from the door and rushed to the registration place without looking up.

Gong Yilin frowned: "There are so many people, even if we choose carefully, it will take a lot of time. There are only five days left for the Artifact Refiner Grand Competition, so the time is a bit tight."

Qinghe: "All the craftsmen who signed up will submit a magical weapon, which will be tested by the craftsman who owns the earth fire. To put it bluntly, it will be burned on the spot. If there is any damage, the qualification will be directly brushed off."

"With different fires, the degree of firmness of the magic weapon is also different, but it is too hasty to judge success or failure based on flames, without considering the skill and experience of the craftsman himself."

Qinghe glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and the latter suddenly leaned closer: "So I said earlier, the so-called big competition is just to recruit talents for the family, the level of weapon refining is second, and the key is the strange fire. Cultivators with high-level strange flames can always be looked at differently."

"Don't think about causing trouble," Qinghe said in a deep voice after explaining a sentence: "Originally it is most suitable to take the fire dragon horse for a trip this time. The fire dragon horse has the blood of a divine beast in its body, and the flames on its body are not comparable to ordinary monks."

Gongyilin rubbed his nose guiltily: "It is said that the old horse knows the way, but I don't know if the Huolongju has returned to Tianyuan at this time."

At this time, at the foot of Tianyuan Mountain.

The gatekeeper saw a dark mass coming from a distance, and his first reaction was the monster race. He carefully identified it, and it seemed to be in the shape of a horse. Although he couldn't feel any hostility, he still called his companions around to look at it. down.

"what is this?"

"I don't know, it seems to be a horse."

"Why do I think it's a donkey...how can a horse be so black?"

Not far away, Huo Longju almost fell from the sky when he heard these words. Thinking of what happened along the way, he felt sad: "Gongyilin, you and I will not be at odds!"

That fellow stole the sycamore seeds by himself and slipped away quite quickly. It was a pity that it faced Phoenix's wrath alone, and was chased and killed for thirty thousand miles. It was not until passing through Zhongzhou City, relying on its familiarity with the terrain and routes, that it barely escaped Phoenix's attack. Chasing and killing, even so, the half-dozen and half-run all the way, still caused the fire dragon horse to lose its original smooth and smooth sideburns, and the whole body was incomplete and lacking hair, and there was a burning smell.

Looking at the Tianyuan Mountain Gate that was about to arrive, Huo Longju wept deeply and made up his mind: "When I arrive at Tianyuan, I must report Gongyilin's evil deeds to the head teacher in detail. It is unforgivable for the divine horse to land on the Immortal Mountain!"