Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

A gust of wind drifted by.

There was no sound in the room, Qinghe put down the brush in his hand, and laughed at himself, how could he take that man's joke seriously?When he walked to the window, he was about to open the tightly closed window, and just revealed a gap——

'boom'!

With a loud noise, the window was closed again, and some fine sawdust fell due to the violent vibration.Qinghe narrowed his eyes slightly, the room was still empty, there was no one else but him, but he felt strangely that there was an extra person, it was chilly behind his spine, an invisible hand was wrapped around his throat from the back of his neck at some point, Snap firmly.

Qinghe didn't panic in the slightest, a cyan glow emerged from his fingertips, and was about to touch that hand. At this moment, layers of water waves seemed to suddenly enter the house, flowing in every corner, and all the furniture and decorations were scattered. Moisturized by the water, gradually distorted in the space, the quiet and simple house is no longer, replaced by green mountains and green waters, with picturesque scenery.

Stepping out, the world gradually becomes clear. The majestic mountains, isolated cliffs, and butterflies flying by from time to time declare that the world is invincible.

His slender and cold hands turned into fleshy little pink fists, and he looked down at his body, wearing a peach-pink robe and thick-soled soft shoes woven with golden strands. Qinghe found that he couldn't fly with luck, so he walked quickly to the river. Reflecting a small face with pink make-up and exquisite eyebrows, the eyebrows and eyes are exquisite and picturesque. This face obviously does not belong to him.

It seems somewhat familiar.

Qinghe closed his eyes and thought for a few seconds, the outline of the facial features gradually enlarged in his mind, and gradually overlapped with a person's face.

"Little forest."

Someone yelled in the distance, he opened his eyes, and saw a figure slowly approaching, a man in white, handsome and elegant, with a strong character, the man in white stretched out his hand to touch his head, Qinghe turned his head away in disgust .

The man didn't care at all, as if he was used to it, he smiled lightly and said, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"It's okay." The two words blurted out uncontrollably, and Qinghe was surprised for a moment. His body movements and language did not follow the orders issued in his brain, but like a puppet being manipulated, every move was arranged in advance OK

Qinghe quickly calmed down and analyzed the current situation. Now he seems to be possessed by Gongyilin when he was a child. Everything in front of him may be an illusion, but he still doesn't know how to get out.

"Let's go." The man in white took his hand, and Qinghe tried to shake it away, but it was useless. He could only follow him step by step over the mountains and ridges. Halfway through, the man in white stopped suddenly, "Although the scenery along the way is beautiful. , but walking too much also makes people feel tired.”

As soon as the words fell, Qinghe's body was rolled up by a strong force, and he stepped on a white cloud condensed by water mist. His surroundings looked soft, but his feet seemed to be on flat ground. Get up and move forward suddenly, like a solitary boat sailing towards the vast sea.

Soon, the originally majestic mountains under the feet condensed into a crooked curve. Looking from the sky, there was a faint mountain gate located on the highest peak not far away. array.

"Is it good?" A voice rang in his ear.

Qinghe still had a cold face, as if the owner of this body only had this expression: "Shang Ke." After speaking, he stretched out his little hand, "Where is the thing I want?"

"Don't worry," the man in white looked very patient: "You are still too young, and the Qisang Sword is too strong. Now you, there is no way to fully grasp it. If you force the sword, you will be swallowed by the sword's evil spirit."

It turned out that Gong Yilin really wanted to practice swords since he was a child, but Qinghe still couldn't control his language and body, so he could only mechanically continue to speak with the lines that seemed to be arranged: "I want it now."

"Is that so?" The man in white touched his chin and put his hands on his shoulders, "There is a shortcut."

Just as Qinghe was about to say something, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, fast and abrupt. He couldn't help lowering his head. First, the pink robe was stained with a drop of blood, like a plum blossom, and then the plum blossom gradually bloomed. Flowing from the hole in his chest, the finger that pierced his heart was pulled out, only the tip of the nail was stained with some blood.

The man in white wiped the blood from his hands, and said as if nothing had happened: "If you can gather the body of a ghost cultivator and master the power of yin and yang, if you can do it, you will be able to 'resurrect from the dead' and successfully control the Qisang Sword. If you can’t, this mountain range is where your bones are buried.”

What's it like to fall from a cloud?

Qinghe only soared in the sky before, never thought of this kind of scene, everything around him fell quickly, but he could clearly see a person standing on the white clouds, that person looked down at him indifferently, sinking into the cliff end.

With a muffled snort, all the bones in his body were shattered. Qinghe tried his best to open his eyes, and the pain gradually disappeared. The surrounding scenery was unfamiliar yet familiar. He slowly got up and stood on a piece of green grass, examining his body with some puzzlement. , the blood hole that was just pierced on the chest is gone, and there is not even a trace of blood left.

"Little forest."

He suddenly raised his head, and a man in white came to him in the distance, touched his head, and dodged reflexively, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Familiar scene, familiar tone.

Qinghe was powerless to resist, and then walked halfway up the mountain, stepped on the cloud of water mist, was pierced through the heart again and fell off the cliff.

There is no logical repetition, and people's demeanor and behavior are also fixed. Qinghe is almost sure that this is a brilliant illusion. Put it on the man in white, but pay close attention to the surrounding scenes, and understand the "eyes" of this illusion

After experiencing six deaths and standing on the white clouds for the seventh time, he stretched out his hand and said that sentence again: "I want it now."

Only this time, he didn't wait for the man in white to say the last word, his five fingers became claws, without the slightest hesitation, he directly sank into the chest cavity, took out a still beating heart, and threw it into the clouds.

With only a blood hole left in his entire ventricle, the scene in front of his eyes became more and more blurred. The face of the man in white shattered with the white clouds condensed by the water mist under his feet, and the whole world fell apart. All gradually collapsed.

The green mountains and green waters are no longer there, but the slender and cold hands are still there. He is still standing there without moving an inch. Nothing in the room has changed. The ground is clean, and the water can still be seen. The only thing that has changed is, It was an elongated black shadow in front of the window, only the outline of a person could be seen, and it looked very frightening at night.

Qinghe was not afraid, and sat down to talk with him: "The illusion is created seamlessly. Putting the eyes on the 'body' is the most successful place, but it is also a big failure."

If you can be cruel, it is not difficult to get out of the illusion.

The black shadow stretched to the edge of the table, the blurry figure gradually disappeared, and Gongyilin's appearance gradually became clear. He poured himself a glass of white water, but didn't drink it directly: "The eyes of the formation are nothing but falling on the sky, the earth, or people. But let me ask how many people in this world can deliberately kill themselves without hesitation."

With some water on his white fingers, he turned it gently on the table, and a perfect circle was formed, and he said softly: "Past life, past life, I am your life, if you want to continue your relationship with me , please draw a circle on the paper..."

Qinghe raised his head, just in time to see Gongyilin's drooping eyes, his eyes flickering, the words in his mouth carried an invisible temptation, as if they could hook people's souls away, "I hate recalling that memory." Gongyilin slowly Said: "Several people have asked me the same question before, and none of them came out of the illusion alive."

"Who is that person in the illusion?" Qinghe asked after a long silence.

Only by using real memories combined with brilliant illusions can such an exquisite illusion be created. He has no doubt that it is what Gong Yilin has experienced before.

The corner of Gongyilin's lips twitched, and he looked up at him, with a flair: "My senior brother, you can regard him as someone who has made me."

"He killed you." Qinghe stated the facts.

"It wasn't his intention," Gong Yilin straightened up, "at least not because of the ridiculous reason he said at the time."

Qinghe could feel that the person in front of him respected the elder brother he was talking about, and he felt a little ridiculous, how could someone make excuses for the other party after being killed by someone who was regarded as a close relative.

Seemingly seeing what he was thinking, Gong Yilin looked at him quietly with his head propped up, and laughed out loud: "Senior brother is a person who can think about how to walk thousands of steps after taking one step, and he is extremely defensive. As you can see, besides, I also managed to condense ghosts and cultivate my body later on. During that period of time, my consciousness almost disappeared between heaven and earth, but I could feel a powerful blood essence protecting my soul."

Qinghe slightly frowned.

Gong Yilin shook the white water in the cup, looked at the floating waves in it, "If one day you kill me with a sword, I will also find an excuse for you."

The eyes of the two met, and the other's gaze was very serious. Gong Yilin waved his index finger: "Just kidding, the person in this world who can kill me is either dead or not yet born."

He stood up, his feet were very light, as if floating in mid-air, this was just his primordial spirit, as for the main body, somewhere in Nagato, Qinghe's voice sounded behind him: "The reason, the reason why he killed you. "

Gong Yilin turned his head and shrugged slightly: "I don't know." Seeing that the latter's brows were getting deeper, he added: "I didn't ask."

Believers will not doubt it.

A point that is difficult for many people to do, but it appeared on a person who can be called a cunning person. Qinghe suddenly felt a little jealous of the white-clothed man he saw in the illusion, and wanted to plunder this believer to himself. The peach blossom eyes locked on him firmly with serious eyes, I don't know what kind of style it is?

Seeing that the primordial spirit was about to dissipate, he suddenly said, "Where are you now?"

Gong Yilin blinked: "A desperado, of course, is hiding in an unknown corner." He spread his hands: "The disciples of the puppet sect have also assembled in Nagato these days, and premature exposure of their whereabouts will be harmful to me." Nothing to gain."

Qing He tapped lightly on the table: "I have received news that there are quite a few people who want to hear from you recently, and there are a few of them who seem to have nothing to do with you, such as... Zhou Tian from the Crazy Sword Sect Bei, Shangguan Yubing, the descendant of Xuanbing Palace, and some geniuses who have recently gained fame."

Gong Yilin thought of the roster that Li Xingzong handed over to him before, and his eyes flashed coldly: "Sometimes you don't go to make trouble, and trouble will come to you automatically."

"As long as you know."

Gong Yilin smiled contemptuously: "We must use some extraordinary measures at extraordinary times. Waiting for these people to come to our door is a fool's way of doing things."

Seeing him like this, Qinghe knew that he must have some bad idea.

Sure enough, Gong Yilin said in a gloomy tone, "Poison is something that can be used once and for all. Although I am not good at using poison, I have a Gu King who can control tens of thousands of poisonous insects..." The words said Halfway through, he stopped suddenly, gritted his teeth and said, "That dead bug who hates the poor and loves the rich won't know to crawl back once he runs out."

In fact, Gu King had a pretty good life when he left Gongyilin. He could have a free house to live in without cheating, free food to eat, and insect life could not be more happy. If he can pass through those weird dreams, and From time to time, a sour feeling arises in his heart for no reason. He feels that his dream of accompanying the original owner to conquer the world and dominate the world will gradually corrode and wither in such days.

The leaves on the head rustled, and the Gu King narrowed his eyes, looking at the Amethyst Dragon King who sat on the branch next to him at some point, with a very emotional tone: "Can there be hundreds of trees, thousands of trees?" Find my existence in the green leaves, and you are also a great existence."

The Purple Crystal Dragon King said in a light tone: "It's not difficult, you are fatter."

"..."

The Amethyst Dragon King personally demonstrated a wrong way of teasing a man, and paid a big price for it. After that, for a long time, no matter how he intentionally or unintentionally brushed up his presence, the Gu King didn't even look at him .

This unilateral cold war lasted until the end, and ended with the Amethyst Dragon King's words, "You will be responsible for tomorrow's food." Turning into a small circle to be cute, looking at him flatteringly.

... The Amethyst Dragon King really felt that the speed of this face-changing was influenced by Gongyilin, and he silently wrote down a small black account in his heart.

"Didn't you realize that I've lost weight recently?" Gu King murmured complainingly.

Amethyst Dragon King looked at the thick little tail, and promoted the virtue of silence is golden, without breaking it.

Sighing deeply, King Gu showed off his sympathetic tail even more, "I really feel sorry for myself." Shaking his fleshy body, King Gu looked at Amethyst Dragon King wonderingly, "Why don't you speak?"

The Amethyst Dragon King thought for a while, and said implicitly: "I just feel sorry for my ears."

Gu King: "Loyal words are harmful to the ear and good for deeds." He sincerely suggested: "So you should treat me twice as well, at least take care of the food."

Hearing that the Amethyst Dragon King's heart moved, he poked the crystal clear worm's body with his fingertips, and the Gu King shook his body in dissatisfaction. He just stopped this kind of evil, "I will give you extra meals from tomorrow."

Hearing his promise, King Gu excitedly bent over an arc.

The Amethyst Dragon King looked at this scene with a smile and said nothing, of course he had to feed it well, and he could only eat it when he was fattened up.

It's a pity that the Gu King has not yet seen through the essential characteristics of the sex of the Dragon Race. It only pays attention to the immediate interests, such as what to eat tomorrow, and what good things will happen. In this point, it is completely different from Gongyilin, even if it knows what is going to happen , also let nature take its course, without exerting external force to interfere.Instead of asking him to build a blueprint for the future, he would rather think about whether the sun will rise tomorrow as usual.

Gongyilin is just the opposite. He can predict the general trend of the world, make precise arrangements for any event, think of all possibilities in advance, and formulate emergency plans. In his hands, ten things can be accomplished, and absolutely everything is possible. Human intervention and promotion are indispensable.

With the food guaranteed, King Gu paralyzed, lying on the leaves, squinting lazily, and began to figure out how Amethyst Dragon King found its traces every time.

Time flowed slowly between them, and no one broke the silence until the first raindrop fell in the sky, followed by the light rain that began to fall, pattering on the leaves, King Gu felt the splash of rain Bloom on the body and enjoy the rare coolness.

Amethyst Dragon King: "Since it can transform into form, why not?"

King Gu shook his head: "It's not a sea of ​​people, there is a lack of audience, and what's more important is that I am as graceful as I am, what if I make others feel ashamed?"

In fact, these words contained some thoughts of comforting himself. Originally, the Gu king thought that his transformation must be a handsome, handsome, resolute and ruthless man. Who would have expected the truth to be so cruel, but after the transformation, he turned out to be like a weak woman .

The night is bleak and rainy.

The cold wind rolled up the sleeve robe of the Amethyst Dragon King. He was wearing a large cloak outside today, and his strange purple hair fluttered messily in the moonlight, which was very seductive. "If you take human form now, I will tell you every time Find your way."

Gu King's eyes sparkled, "Really?"

Curiosity can always easily shatter the rules and regulations set by oneself such as reason and principles.

The Amethyst Dragon King nodded.

Almost as soon as he nodded, a light curtain rose from the originally empty side, and after the light dissipated, suddenly there was another person, dressed in green, and the most amazing thing was that extraordinarily beautiful face. Confusing.

"Now...you can say it." Sitting next to him, King Gu picked a leaf and put it on his lips and blew a little tune at will, melodious and melodious, like flying flowers in March.

The night after the rain is always more autumnal and poetic. The Amethyst Dragon King took off his cloak and put it on the Gu King naturally. His figure was supposed to be taller than the Gu King. His body was covered under the cloak, and Gu King's face looked more delicate and small against the backdrop of this ill-fitting cloak.

He lowered his head, and the moment he put on the belt, he whispered in Gu King's ear: "I've wanted to do this action for a long time."

With the warm breath, the skin on the side of the ear became hot, the Gu King didn't know where to put his hand for a while, so he could only look away, to relieve some embarrassment and pain, he seemed to feel a little relieved.

Unknowingly where the courage came from, it raised its head suddenly, and almost collided with the forehead of the Amethyst Dragon King. It didn't notice it at all, and blurted out: "It is safe and beautiful to shelter from the wind and rain, but I don't need it."

After finishing speaking, it was like a heavy stone fell to the ground in my heart. If a person appeared out of thin air, he didn't care about you, and he had no reason.

"You misunderstood." Amethyst Dragon King put down his hand and said.

For a moment Gu King couldn't tell whether he was calm or lost.

"The mountains and rains are about to come," the Amethyst Dragon King said: "You can't be alone, so I will stand with you through thick and thin. As for sheltering from the wind and rain... My eyes are not so weak."

King Gu's heart was shocked, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the handsome profile of Amethyst Dragon King, and suddenly thought of a sentence that Gong Yilin said unintentionally a long time ago: "Words of love linger in the ears, and vows of eternal love are far worse than advancing hand in hand."

After talking, you can no longer laugh and make noise, pretend to be stupid, but Gu King doesn't want to face it immediately, and uses the most common way to divert the topic to another direction: "Didn't you just say that you want to tell me that every time How to find out which leaf I am hiding behind."

The Amethyst Dragon King fixedly looked at him, the Gu King looked unnatural to him, he turned into a bug again, and stuck it on the leaf surface, I don't know if it was because of the rain, it could clearly perceive every leaf in the green leaves. A thread of direction, "If you don't want to say it, forget it."

It was he who was impatient.

The Amethyst Dragon King didn't force him any more, and lightly touched the void where the green leaves in front of him were intertwined with his fingers. Only then did the Gu King notice that all the leaves around him had bite marks of various sizes, and none of them was complete.

"If you can not be so greedy, it will not be so easy to find."

Eating meat and eating grass, sometimes the Amethyst Dragon King wonders what kind of strange race it is, or is it just like this.

Gu King didn't feel ashamed at all of these gnawed leaves, and said confidently: "The mouth grows on my body, and I can bite wherever I like."

Where do you like to bite?

The corner of Amethyst Dragon King's mouth immediately evoked a smile of unknown meaning, "It's up to you."

……

Not all rainy nights can be as comfortable as Amethyst Dragon King and Gu King, at least not now in Gongyilin.

A few plump seeds were spread out on the table. These were the seeds Bian Feichen gave him last time in the Holy Land of Immortality. Gong Yilin had been very interested in the cabbage grown by Bian Feichen before. Comparable to elixir, it can help monks practice.

It's just that Gongyilin's current research is not about the cultivation of crops, but about toxicology. How to make the cabbage grown from this seed poisonous, so that people will be unsuspecting, is what he is interested in, and it is also urgently needed now. .

Holding the round seed with two fingers, he looked at the light carefully for a while, but he didn't come up with any good idea. To say that poisoning is not a more suitable choice than letting the Gu king appear, it's a pity that he doesn't know the real identity of those people on the list. As far as cultivation is concerned, all information may be fabricated before they have fought against each other. It is not a good idea to rashly send the Gu King.

When Gongyilin was thinking about how to harm people, Qinghe was thinking about other things under the lamp, most of which were related to Gongyilin. It must be said that Gongyilin was a person who was difficult to be ignored.What's more, along the way, refining the keel, viewing all the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers, there is an extra fairy puppet in Tianyuan, obviously the other party is the type who is good at planning, but it seems that he is taking advantage of it.

Bang bang, the door was knocked.

"Come in." Qinghe put away his thoughts and said aloud.

The person who came in was wearing a gray gown, his shoulders were soaked by the light rain, but he didn't care at all.

"Is there a result?" Qinghe looked at the person coming, and said lightly.

Wei Zhi took off the bamboo hat on his head: "The news received before will always be leaked first, and it turns out that there is a traitor among the people in charge of contacting, and it took some time to clean it up."

Qinghe said 'hmm', "You can handle this kind of thing by yourself."

Seeing his slightly absent-minded state, Wei Zhi couldn't help being surprised: "But what happened to Tianyuan?"

Qinghe shook his head, and asked unexpectedly: "If you owe a favor unintentionally, how can you repay it?"

"Send one or two treasures." Wei Zhi said without hesitation.

Qinghe frowned, thinking of Gongyilin's aggressive character, he said: "With his character, if he knows that there are treasures as gifts, he will find a way to get five or six for himself no matter what."

"It's so greedy." Wei Zhi didn't know what to think of, and joked: "It's not worthwhile to give back five or six treasures. If it's a woman, the head teacher might as well marry her."

"Married him?" Qinghe's eyes flickered slightly: "Wouldn't that be a ghost marriage?"