Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

At first, he still felt a little guilty, but when he saw Qinghe standing in front of him as if nothing had happened, Gongyilin instantly straightened his back. As the owner of the fire dragon horse, the head teacher of Tianyuan, he threw this horse with the blood of a divine beast in front of him. In the back of my head, I felt embarrassed, just worrying blindly.

Putting aside the matter of Huolongju again for a while, Gongyilin walked to Qinghe and said, "The clue you want to track down is at Du'emen, but the grievance between me and Nalan's family is about to start here."

"Opening soon?" Qinghe seemed to hear some interesting words, and his tone rose slightly.

"I know what you're thinking," Gongyilin said, "Ever since I killed Emperor Nalan Yi, I have formed a relationship with the Nalan family. I originally thought that beheading one of their celestial talents would be an endless situation. Unexpectedly, it is so 'calm' today."

There were people who pursued and killed him privately, but none of them could cause him trouble in terms of strength. So far, the Nalan family has not sent a decent master from the clan, and most of them spend a lot of money to hire killers on the black market. Lin couldn't help but guess where they used their manpower.

Just as Gongyilin made a few guesses, a black beetle suddenly drilled out of the ground under his feet. It was small, but it didn't emerge from the soft soil. Instead, it used a small horn on its head to hard Suddenly, a small hole was dug out of the bluestone slab and passed through.

Gongyilin recognized at a glance that it was Li Xingzong's black beetle. He stretched out his hand, and the black beetle quickly crawled along his sleeve to his palm and stopped. The wings on both sides shook quickly. : "Senior Brother Nine asked me to find him?"

The black beetle flapped its wings again, then quickly descended to the ground along the same path, and drilled a small hole in the ground again to leave.

With his thumb dragging his chin, Gong Yilin's eyes flickered. It seemed that Brother Jiu had already heard the news that he was coming to Nagato. His previous efforts were for naught. After all, Li Xingzong did not give him the spirit stone. In terms of lavishness, no one can compare to the former prince Li Xingzong. It is common to spend a lot of money.

"Unfortunately..." Gong Yilin looked regretful, Li Xingzong gave him the spirit stone very readily, the fly in the ointment is that discipline is also strict, with Li Xingzong around, he can't do anything too outrageous.

Qinghe is different. He is basically in a state of turning a blind eye to what he has done.

Seeing the various changes in Gongyilin's expression in just a short moment, Qinghe felt a little interesting, and didn't say anything to wake him up, saying that the mind of a person who can't show his emotions is the most unpredictable. Qinghe thought so at first, but when he met After Gongyilin, I know that the most unpredictable thing in the world is a person with changeable expressions. You can capture his every expression, but it is difficult to fathom it.

After thinking about it, Gong Yilin decided to go there. Senior Brother Jiu is not very patient. Even if he ignores it today, he will probably come to arrest him the next day.

After making a decision, a few small tears appeared in his eyes immediately, "My family knows what happened between me and you, and they have already sent someone to arrest me and go back. In order not to implicate you, I decided to go back with him!"

Said, with a generous expression on his face.

"kindness."

Gong Yilin knew what it was like to knock down cotton with a punch, and he was going to see the other party appear embarrassed, but he was so calm and calm, he sighed softly: "I will leave today, I don't know when the next time we meet. "

"Five days at the latest." Qing He said expressionlessly.

Five days later, in the Grand Competition of Artifact Refiners, he didn't believe in Yi Gongyilin's character, so he would do nothing.

The little sentimentality of parting was completely lost by the blow, put away the pretentious parting gesture, Gong Yilin resumed his serious expression, and said in a serious tone: "I have a hunch that this time the Artifact Refiner Competition is just an introduction. , there will definitely be a series of incidents involved behind it, whether it is you or me in the next few days, it is better not to act too much."

Qinghe's eyes were softer, but he spoke in a different tone: "Didn't you claim to know everything in the world, just do the calculations in advance and make preparations early."

It was the first time I heard Bingshan in front of me speak in a joking tone, and Gong Yilin thought it was pretty good. A new experience always brings pleasure to people. This is probably because of the obvious differences in personality between him and Qinghe, and even some The reason why it is hard to bear the other party's temper at times, but they are happy to get along with each other.

He did not deny the first point in Qinghe's words, but said bluntly: "Some things are expected, but not within the scope of ability."

Gong Yilin is a little proud of himself, but he is not too arrogant. There are endless geniuses on this continent. Although some old monsters have disappeared now, who knows when they will show up again. Don't act too hastily. This is the best way to save your life.

"It's best if you understand this." Qinghe looked at the bluestone bricks with two more holes on the ground and said, "If you don't follow, that little guy will probably run away."

"The black beetle is most proud of its invincible horns, not its speed." Gongyilin said: "Besides, in terms of speed, who can be the opponent of your Kunpeng clan."

He described the facts in a straightforward tone, which was not a special compliment, and he didn't waste too much time after he finished speaking: "Great Artifact Refiner, I hope you won't disappoint me."

Leaving a meaningful sentence, Gongyilin didn't stop much. The speed of the black beetle is not top-notch, but if it takes a while, it may not be easy to catch up.

Walking out of Du'e Gate, without looking back, he summoned a flying sword and walked with it.

After he left, Qinghe did not leave Du'e Gate directly, but instead walked back to the back of the main hall, passing Suoxin Bridge and Longxiang Bridge without stopping until he came to the third bridge.

There are three strange bridges blocking Emen, Suoxin, Dragon Elephant, and Burning God.

The Suoxin Bridge is just relying on the magnetite at the bottom of the bridge to create illusions. The Dragon Elephant Bridge looks magical, and exploring it is just a skillful formation, which makes it difficult for people to use their strength, but this Burning God Bridge...

Qinghe's eyes turned cold, and he stepped up directly. It was different from the situation when Cai Gongyilin stepped on the bridge. There was no light curtain around him to protect him, and he was directly eroded by the flames without any damage.

Kunpeng's wings are impenetrable by fire and water.

There was a sea of ​​flames under the bridge, Qinghe stood on the bridge, his black hair was flying against the heat waves, his eyes were deep, as if he was looking at something through the flames, even when the violent fireworks touched his eyes, he would bow his head slightly.

The Du'e Gate is unguarded, and the Suoxin Bridge and Longxiang Bridge, which were deliberately publicized, have made the Burning God Bridge gradually neglected. Said... to cover up.

He jumped down, ignoring the raging flames and waves, like a goshawk directly throwing himself into the sea of ​​flames, making it difficult to find his trace.

At the same time, in a mansion in Nagato, the decorations are magnificent and luxurious, and some places are very brand new and dusty, obviously renovated recently.

Looking at the luxurious residence, Gong Yilin couldn't help being speechless: "This is the rhythm of you wanting to go to heaven!"

Isn't it just to meet up, find a place for a secret meeting, and unexpectedly choose such a place.

Li Xingzong is sitting on the seat in the middle. It is rare for him to wear a black robe today, but a navy blue gown. His brows and eyes are a little more elegant. Coupled with his leisurely demeanor holding a teacup, he looks like an elegant The scholar, the first time he opened his mouth, he said something that made Gong Yilin almost vomit blood:

"Anyway, I don't lack spirit stones."

Gong Yilin, who was injured by the critical blow, put on a look of 'I refuse to talk to rich people'.

"You don't need to be too sad." Seeing him like this, Li Xingzong comforted him: "You have been poor for more than 1000 years, and you should get used to it after thinking about it."

"..."

Gongyilin turned expressionless and turned to leave. At this moment, Li Xingzong's voice sounded from behind: "I originally wanted to give you a 'big gift', but now I don't need it."

Great gift?

He stopped immediately, turned his head with a flattering expression, and called out very obediently: "Senior Brother Ninth."

With Li Xingzong's wealth incomparable to the enemy's country, any shot is a gold mine or a silver mine, not to mention Dali, at least it has to be a Lingshi mountain range or something.

The last second seemed to be a life-and-death feud, and this second it was early spring and February. Li Xingzong was almost laughed at by him. Face, wanting to ask for candies, but being too awkward, took out a small box with a square shape from the interspatial ring, and said, "Take it."

Gongyilin looked at the interspatial ring greedily, "Actually, it's fine if I want it."

Li Xingzong snorted coldly, and made a gesture to take back the small box, Gongyilin immediately rushed up to snatch it, and kept the things firmly in his hands, before he heaved a sigh of relief: "It's just a joke, brother, don't take it seriously."

"This thing is in your hands, use it wisely."

When he said this, his curiosity became even stronger. Gong Yilin opened the box in his hand, and inside was a soft object as thin as a cicada's wing. Gong Yilin had disappointment in his eyes: "It's a human skin mask again?"

Aware of his complaint, Li Xingzong said slowly: "Even if this mask is the Emperor Yu, it is impossible to see through it."

Gong Yilin's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"How have I ever lied to you?" Li Xingzong said, "This thing is called 'Glass Handkerchief'. Once you put it on, even if you are born with divine eyes, you can't see the mystery of this thing."

"Glass handkerchief?" Gong Yilin frowned: "Brother Jiu once said that Brother Jiu has something that is made from the extinct Tianbing silk. After wearing it, it can deceive the eyes of thousands of people."

A flash of complacency flashed in Li Xingzong's eyes: "Now you should know how precious this thing is."

Gongyilin looked at the mask that was not even one-tenth of the thickness of the paper in the box, with a strange expression on his face: "But the name of this thing that Senior Brother said at the time does not match what Senior Brother Jiu said just now."

Li Xingzong frowned: "As far as I know, this thing only has the name 'Liuli Pa'. Tianbing silkworm silk is harder than steel. At that time, the person who refined it borrowed the famous 'Liu Li Qian Ren Knife' from the knives at a huge price. Cutting off the silk, it took ten years to successfully refine it."

Gong Yilin was puzzled and said: "Brother also told me this story at the time, but the senior brother said it was called 'knife-sliced ​​noodles'."

"Knife... knife-sliced ​​noodles?" Li Xingzong twitched the corner of his mouth and cursed in a low voice: "That bastard."

Gong Yilin said indifferently: "Eldest brother said that those who scolded him are all jealous of his peerless elegance and unrivaled miraculous skills."

If it weren't for his self-proclaimed royal demeanor, Li Xingzong would definitely swear.

He took a deep breath, told himself that the dead are the greatest, and no longer care about this joke, and confessed: "With the 'Liuli Pa', you can go wherever you want. As for how to use it, I believe you have a good idea."

Gongyilin smiled, with high spirits, and raised the box in his hand, "Don't worry, I won't let it bury its due brilliance in my hands."

"I feel Zen in you, and the inheritance of Buddhism and Taoism must have benefited you a lot."

Hearing the words 'benefited a lot', Gong Yilin's face became a little ugly. So far, he has not felt benefited at all except for the same unlucky and even worse unlucky.

Seeing his unnaturalness, Li Xingzong said seemingly unintentionally: "Master asked me to give you a sentence. Taoism emphasizes mastery, while Buddhism is about cultivating supernatural powers. Don't use your experience in practicing Taoism to apply to Buddhism."

Gongyilin was stunned, as if he was enlightened. With this sentence, his confusion was solved. He has been practicing the Taoism method and practiced "Futu Jue" step by step. It has been several decades, so every day he tirelessly practiced the "Buddha Jue", but he forgot that Buddhism emphasizes compassion and understanding, and one needs to experience it in person in order to gain something.

Seeing that he had realized something, Li Xingzong was relieved in his eyes.

Gong Yilin came back to his senses and saw Li Xingzong who was sitting upright, with a faint aura of a king. He had never connected the Nagato Li family with his senior brother before. The big reason was that Li Xingzong's own aura was too much. Fan Fei, and the Li family, he has only met Li Wang, is self-proclaimed lofty, has arrogance in his bones, and succumbs to the world, without the slightest aura of a king.

Seeing that his gaze was still on him, Li Xingzong said, "Is there anything else?"

Gongyilin suppressed the doubts in his heart, and shook his head: "Five days later, there will be the Artifact Refining Master Competition. If you are also interested, you can go and see together."

"I'm interested," Li Xingzong said with a cold expression, "as long as you take away that idiot who only knows how to paint."

Thinking of Yue Lang's madness in the painting, Gong Yilin laughed twice: "I suddenly thought of something else, let's take a step first, see you, brother."

After finishing speaking, his feet moved slightly, and he was tens of meters away. The tall and straight figure quickly condensed into a small black spot and disappeared into the distance.

"This guy," Li Xingzong shook his head, "runs faster than a rabbit."

Suddenly, right in front of him, there was a gust of air surging, faintly forming a vortex, and there seemed to be a blood mist rolling in the middle. It stopped suddenly, and after it dissipated suddenly, a man who seemed to be nearly forty years old walked out, wearing a blood-red robe. , with a straight back, sharp eyes like knives, and an aura that can shake people's hearts. The most shocking thing is that there is a faint layer of blood mist around him, which did not collapse with the disappearance of the vortex. Man, the first impression he gives is that he is a murderous monster.

"Master." Li Xingzong immediately stood up from the chair, his heart was shocked, and he bowed respectfully.

"Get up." The majestic voice made people feel like they were in a cold pool.

Li Xingzong raised his head slightly, "I don't know if Master is here, do you have anything to explain?"

The man in the blood-red robe glanced at him lightly, just one look was enough to shake people's minds, Li Xingzong's heart trembled, and he quickly withdrew his gaze.

"Where's your senior brother?"

Li Xingzong said: "Junior brother still has something to do, I left just now." He took a deep breath, and said: "The glass handkerchief has been handed over to junior brother, with the character of junior brother, he must go to Nalan's house for a while, will you? Will... be in danger?"

"He has always done things properly, but you," said the man in the blood-red robe, "The Nagato Li family is just a branch, and the bloodline has withered. You just want to help out at critical moments for the sake of the same clan, and don't worry about such trivial matters. Too much effort wasted on it.”

Li Xingzong lowered his eyes, "I know."

"Also, your junior brother is not deeply involved in the world, so you should be more careful, and don't let him mix with some dubious, even non-human monsters."

Li Xingzong's eyebrows twitched, is he still inexperienced?As for your precious apprentice who has already cultivated to become a master, and now he is about to be snatched away by a cub of the Kunpeng tribe, of course, these words are just thinking in his heart, it is absolutely impossible for him to say them.

"The top ten refining master families will soon be unable to grasp the dark situation of Nagato, and the troubled times will rise. Those old guys will definitely not be idle. I am not the only one who will accept disciples. There must be many disciples of those old guys. Among them There are also those who are amazingly talented, and the teacher has already sent all the disciples in the school to various places to fight for the front, and in this battle of Tianjiao, I want to see who has the ability to fight against the heroes and leap into the dragon's gate."

The voice of the man in the blood-red robe resounded in the room, and a streak of thick ink was splashed into the sky from his sleeves. The sky and the earth turned pale in an instant, and there seemed to be a pair of invisible big hands piercing through the void, creating black and white chess games one after another.

A beam of light then shot up into the sky in front of Li Xingzong, a golden light flashed in an instant, and there was an extra roster in his hand...

"Zhou Tianbei, at the age of 13, draws energy into the body, cultivates the supreme and domineering mad knife, at the age of 16..."

"Shangguan Yubing, the descendant of Xuanbing Palace, Taiyin Mysterious Body..."

"Ouyang Jing, beheaded thirteen loose immortals in a row in the Northern Desolation Realm. He is a cruel man and is called 'killing demons'..."

Li Xingzong suppressed the shock in his heart, "This is..."

"This is the information of those old monster disciples. Presumably your information is already in their hands at this time, and whether it is you or those Tianjiao, they will definitely receive the same request." The man in the blood-red robe looked at him. Said in a commanding tone: "Once you meet the person on the file, kill without mercy!"

Li Xingzong looked at the list in his hand and felt a heavy weight for a moment, "Presumably today's situation is within Master's expectations."

Without answering his question, the man in the blood-red robe looked at the dark clouds that had gathered again in the sky, and said in a deep voice, "This game is called inviting you into the urn."

Li Xingzong's tone was a little angry: "These arrogances come here in droves. Among all the disciples, only the junior brother has learned the master's star-picking art. He has the ability to predict the general situation of the world. He must be the target of their spare no effort to intercept and kill. The road is fighting for the front, and the weak will prey on the strong." True, but Master should at least pick him out first."

This is the first time he has contradicted, and it is still in a questioning posture.

"It's mediocre not to be envied by others," the blood-red robe seemed to think of something, and was silent for a moment, "Do you really think that Lin'er knows nothing?"

Li Xingzong was startled.

"There are many sects in this continent, why did he choose Tianyuan?" the man in the blood-red robe said, "Immortals have been born in Tianyuan since ancient times. There are countless sects with many geniuses, but the number of immortals in Tianyuan far exceeds others. The reason, he must also want to explore the reason behind the scenes, although I don’t know why your junior brother seems to stop this behavior recently, but he killed Emperor Nalan Yi before he arrived at the Nagato, it was definitely not a whim.”

Li Xingzong suddenly remembered that there is a saying in this continent that if one can kill Tianjiao, one can plunder the opponent's luck invisibly and make one's path to immortality smoother.

But he quickly threw away this thought: "Although junior brother is a bit willful, he is definitely not a person who kills indiscriminately."

"It's good that you can trust him," said the man in the blood-red robe, "Since you value the friendship of the same sect, I want you to help your little brother as much as possible in the ensuing Tianjiao chaos, build momentum for him, and help him." Aspire."

For a while, Li Xingzong couldn't figure out what his master was thinking. He wanted to push Gongyilin to the forefront and pave the way for him.

"There are some things that you don't know yet," the man in the blood-red robe said, with a desolate voice full of infinite meaning, "This exit is not designed by the teacher. It seems to have had little effect."

A situation where even the master is helpless... Li Xingzong suddenly thought of a person, and his heart was shaken. He had been dead for a thousand years, but the shadow left by that person was too deep, and his voice and bearing could not be hidden even after a thousand years. In the same era, it is the sorrow of all the monks in that era, of course, including him.

……

The night quickly swept through the sunset. On Nagato's night, some places were singing and dancing, while others were so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling could be heard clearly.

Qinghe sat by the window, recalling his experience under the Burning God Bridge today. The closer the flame was to the center, the higher the temperature was. Even he did not dare to act rashly and insisted on facing down.

A sigh escaped from the corner of his lips, he stood up slowly, covered his body in a white shirt, his brows became more stern, the moonlight outside the window was not unique to Tianyuan, unknowingly, he had traveled many places, as if he had never met Gongyi From the beginning, everything changed.

"Can you know everything in the world?" Qinghe suddenly let out a low laugh, fearing that such arrogant words could only be uttered confidently from that mouth.

Ruyu's palm looked warm and mysterious under the moonlight, and a small origami crane suddenly appeared in his palm. Back then, Gongyilin used countless origami cranes to promote his divination ability. Later, Bian Feichen abandoned immortals to farm indirectly. Things.

The body of the ghost cultivator, hexagrams measure everything, and the inheritance of Buddhism and Taoism.

Fingers brushed Lingzhi's wingtips, the original laughter disappeared, but the deep meaning in the eyes, as if thinking of something important, with a flick of the sleeve, all the windows closed with a bang, and the brushes on the table flew away To the palm of your hand, the deep voice played along with the moonlight...

"Past life, past life, I am your present life, if you want to renew your relationship with me, please draw a circle on the paper... Bixian, how did you die in the past?"