Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Open marriage?

Does it mean Ming Media is getting married?

Wei Zhi looked at Qinghe with a questioning gaze. The latter pressed his temple lightly, looking a little tired, "How is the news about Long Shao?"

"He didn't deliberately hide his tracks. He went back and forth between Nagato and the Devil's City a few days ago, but recently there is no sign of leaving. He has been staying in Nagato," Wei knew: "But it is difficult to guess what the intention is."

Qinghe sat quietly on the spot, and after a while, he suddenly said: "It is rumored that Long Shao loves a human woman, is there any progress in the investigation of this matter?"

Wei Zhi shook his head: "I haven't found any human women around Long Shao, it's probably just a rumor."

Qinghe raised his head and looked at him: "Since there is a rumor, it is either a rumor spread by someone deliberately, or there is another hidden story, so ask someone to check it out."

Wei Zhi nodded, "One more thing." The matter was very important, even though he was sure that there was no other person around, he still lowered his voice habitually: "As for the exhibition after the Artifact Master Competition, the Nalan family will use the name of the Du family The exhibits on display already have some eyebrows."

"Oh?" There was a hint of interest in Qinghe's eyes.

"Speaking of which, I would also like to thank the spy who was detected by that contact point, and got a lot of news out of him." Having said that, Wei Zhi was not at all happy. A good thing, "It's strange, this person has served Tianyuan for more than [-] years, and he has made several great achievements during this period, who would have thought he would be a spy."

"Strange?" The temperature in Qinghe's eyes dropped sharply, "It's nothing strange when it's connected with the previous events."

Wei Zhi suddenly remembered that the elder Tianyuan who wanted to attack and kill Gongyilin had been in seclusion for a long time. The possibility is very unlikely, even if he fled in the chaos, with Tianyuan's intelligence network, he would be able to find out his whereabouts within a day, no matter what, he would be doomed.

When a monk has reached a certain level of cultivation, he cherishes his life more and more, knowing that he must die, but insists on going his own way. It is really difficult for Wei Zhi to think of the reason why he is fighting with his life.

"Besides belief," Wei Zhi smiled wryly, "it is almost impossible to have other reasons."

Some organizations will continue to instill some crazy beliefs in the members of the group, so that they can escape reason and do things for themselves.

Qinghe stood up and walked to the window. A primordial spirit from the Gongyi Forest had stayed here before. He stretched out his hand and slid over the window coffin. His fingertips were covered with a layer of dust, as if no one had ever come. Pass.

It is true that no one has been here, at least not a living person. How many people in the world can do it.

"There is no such thing as pure faith." Qinghe withdrew his finger, "The most essential motivation to guide people forward is temptation."

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In the clear night, Wei Zhi walked alone in the quiet path, reminiscing what Qing He said just now.

"Temptation," he repeated in a mutter, feeling that these two words are used a bit inhumanly, but they are very suitable for the present world. People have what they want, and it has nothing to do with the strength. The human heart is full of endless desires. The source, there is a desire for people and things.

Passing by a bush, Wei Zhi paused, and hooked his index finger tremblingly.

"Desire for people... Ming marriage, or... Dark marriage?"

A crazy idea came from the bottom of his heart. Although he thought it was impossible and unrealistic, looking at all the signs, the relationship between Gongyilin and Qinghe was always mixed with intentional or unintentional intimacy. He shook his head: "But I wish I had thought more."

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"Zhou Tianbei, 13-year-old draws energy into his body." Not yet aware of the horror he unintentionally brought to Wei Zhi, Gong Yilin is studying the list that Li Xingzong handed him, "I'm still playing with knives, no, no, this It's too violent,"

Turning over this page, my eyes stayed on a line of small characters, "Taiyin Profound Physique, a physique that is unique in a million, is a bit interesting," quickly skipped, and looked to the next page, "Ouyang Jing, Lian Zhan in the Northern Desolation Realm Thirteen Loose Immortals," Gong Yilin's eyes widened, "Are you kidding me, such lunatics haven't become immortals yet, staying in this world will cause harm to others!"

The beautiful fingers turned back to the previous page, "It's decided, let's start with this Taiyin Mysterious Physique. After all, she is a woman, and she can still seduce if she can't be beaten."

Fortunately, there is no one around at the moment, otherwise you will definitely be shocked by his shamelessness. As a loose immortal, with a solid cultivation accumulated for thousands of years, and countless life-saving cards, he would pick a woman as a striker, and he said it so confidently , High-sounding, and also unique in the world.

"Huh," stretched comfortably. After making the decision, Gong Yilin felt a lot easier. Starting with the weakest, the other two should investigate the details first. In this round, he tried to find a way to let the two fight first, and he reaped the benefits of the fisherman.

I'm not afraid of those who can't be beaten, but those who are shameless. Gong Yilin has always been afraid of others since he lived. Silly.

With Erlang's legs crossed, I roughly browsed the next few pages. There is nothing particularly worthy of attention. A dying genius is not enough to pose any threat.

The good mood didn't last long. Turning to the last page, an old man the size of a thumb was holding a broom, sweeping the dust off the register.

"Ce Ling." Gong Yilin frowned. The chance of the birth of a book spirit is extremely small, but only one in a billion. The last time I saw a book spirit was on the first day of Tianyuan. book spirit.

The booklet in his hand that recorded the list of the great talents is very new, and it should have been compiled recently. It is impossible for such an existence as a book spirit to be born.

Gong Yilin took a closer look at the gray-clothed little old man, and felt that he looked a little familiar. He held the little old man between his fingers and placed it in front of his eyes, "It seems to be by the old man's side."

The little old man gave him a cold look, and a broom smacked his finger, a red mark appeared immediately, Gong Yilin didn't feel any anger, he let go of his finger, the little old man touched the paper with his feet, and immediately lowered his head to do his own thing again .

"This kind of attitude, and the supercilious look in his eyes," Gong Yilin pouted, "it's definitely the old man's man."

The old man he was talking about was his master, the Patriarch Zhaixing. Although he looked only in his early forties, when he thought about how long the old man had lived, Gong Yilin couldn't help but treat him as a middle-aged man against his will.

"Tell me, what did the old master ask you to come here?" After confirming that it was someone from his master, Gong Yilin immediately lost interest in research and asked a symbolic question.

"Unworthy apprentice, the master craftsman returned to the master's gate as soon as possible. Before he left, he forgot to give you a word to your ninth brother. You need to bring it." Leng Bangbang raised his head and repeated what the master told him, the little old man He never looked at Gong Yilin again, and concentrated on doing his own things.

"Master, the old man really said so?"

The little old man ignored him.

Gong Yilin didn't insist on asking, he believed that a little book spirit would not dare to falsely pass on the old man's order, so he took out a small boxy box from the storage bag, and inside it was a thin sheet of paper. A mask like a cicada's wings, "with the glazed handkerchief, it was an excellent opportunity to sneak into the Nalan family, but it would be a pity to leave now."

Counting the days, if Yujian goes back and forth, at least it will take four days, and if you go back and forth without stopping, you can only catch up with the Grand Master of Artifacts when you reach Nagato. It's different, Nagato's situation is unclear at the moment, and old people are coming here one after another, it's not his style to do nothing.

"If you can come back two days earlier, there is still a chance to make up for it," Gong Yilin thought for a while, but couldn't come up with a reasonable plan. Suddenly, he slapped the table and looked at the hard-working Ce Ling, his eyes lit up.You must know that every book spirit is full of knowledge, their minds can accommodate almost all the knowledge in the world, and the questions that need to be answered are simple and convenient.

Lowering his head, Gong Yilin approached Ce Ling, "I have a question I want to ask you."

Ce Ling didn't make a sound, and Gong Yilin didn't care to continue to say: "From Nagato to Shimen, how can I complete a round trip in two days? Do you have any good flying magic weapons to recommend?"

If there is, find a way to steal it and borrow it.

"The essence of the flying magic weapon is driven by the monk's vitality. With limited manpower, the flying magic weapon naturally has a limit. It can travel [-] miles a day. Even a top-grade treasure doesn't have this ability."

Hearing this, Gong Yilin was inevitably disappointed.

"If you want to complete a round trip within two days, the flying magic weapon can't do it. There is only one way."

Gong Yilin's intuition was difficult to achieve, so he still asked, "What kind of way?"

"In this world, there is only one race that can soar up to [-] miles, day and night, and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sky."

Gongyilin was taken aback, "You mean..."

"The Kunpeng family," Ce Ling said lightly, "Only they have this ability."

Riding Qinghe back to the teacher's gate?

Gong Yilin quickly rubbed his face with his hands, the scene was so beautiful that he didn't even dare to think about it.

"After asking the question, please close the booklet, dust will accelerate the aging of the paper." The little old man stopped sweeping the floor and gave him a dissatisfied look.

Gong Yilin closed the roster, put it aside, and immediately fell into deep thought. There is a solution now, but the key to the problem is whether it is worth a try.

His eyes lingered on the glazed handkerchief. It would be a pity to give up such a good opportunity to get close to the Nalan family. Before the Artifact Master Competition, he wanted to find out as much as possible about the Nalan family. In the name of what kind of treasures are going to be exhibited.

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Although it is also a large mansion in front of me, it is completely different from the one Li Xingzong bought before. The latter is decorated like a palace and treasure, but what is in front of him is trees, weeds, and wild flowers competing to grow, full of vitality everywhere, less elegant , a little more wildness.

Gongyilin came here before Yizhuxiang. At that time, he was just a ray of soul who was summoned. He didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment. Now that he is here, he pays more attention. A line of footprints, the mud has not completely dried up, obviously it happened not long ago.

Someone came to look for Qinghe after he left, and just now, this person left.

Gongyilin couldn't help guessing who it was that came to Qinghe so late, and rationally told him that it should be Weizhi, but there were other possibilities.

He took a few steps forward and stood tens of meters away from the door without knocking. With Qinghe's strength, the other party would have clearly sensed it as soon as he stepped here.

"Come in." A deep voice came from inside.

Only then did Gongyilin step up and go in, pushed open the door and Qinghe was standing by the window, the moon and stars were sparse, and there was still a shadow on the paper window.

This is the place where his primordial spirit stayed just now, and it is also here that he laid out the most exquisite illusion in his mastery. As for the final cracking, Gong Yilin's mood was also a bit complicated. First, he felt that he was worthy of Qinghe , as expected', and then gave birth to a bit of regret after the illusion was cracked.

"I don't think you have left anything here." The two were silent, and it was Qing He who spoke first.

Gongyilin's expression quickly returned to normal, and he went straight to the window, stopped beside Qinghe, and said solemnly: "This kind of second visit, you can call it returning to the door."

Whenever Gongyilin puts on this expression, and what he says can basically be equated with nonsense, Qinghe doesn't delve into the jokes in Gongyilin's words.

Gongyilin didn't continue to speak at first, and simply stood aside. The two of them also looked up at the window, as if they were admiring the moon, but no one could know what was going on in their hearts.

"No matter how beautiful the moon is, it's boring to admire too much." Gongyilin turned his face to look at him, "Admiring the moon is not as beautiful as appreciating people."

"There is no one here," Qinghe said, "I am a demon clan, and you are a ghost cultivator."

"Sometimes what you say is more boring than admiring the moon," Gongyilin said seriously from the bottom of his heart.

For some reason, Qinghe was actually amused by his gnashing of teeth and his powerless expression when he spoke.

Gongyilin was stunned by his sudden smile, and secretly cursed that his good looks really misled his younger brother, but he did not miss a single word, "Everyone has their own specialties, and the human realm is under your feet. And the Kunpeng clan is the absolute king only in the sky, I wonder if I am right?"

"Say it straight," Qinghe withdrew his gaze and stopped looking out the window, "what do you want from me?"

Gongyilin rubbed his nose and muttered in a low voice, "I just want to lend you a ride."

His voice is too soft, not even a mosquito's cry.

"What are you thinking?" Qing He said, "Speak louder."

"Ahem." Gongyilin cleared his throat: "I mean, the world is so big, why don't we go and have a look?"

The use of the word 'we' here is a bit subtle, too lazy to talk and go around, Qinghe thought about it carefully, what is there in him that Gongyilin covets, power?Lingshi?Frankly speaking, Gong Yilin has these two things himself, and so do the people around him, so he doesn't need to go back by himself, it's better to visit the body.

Then only speed and identity remain.

The latter Gongyilin is not available for the time being, Qinghe narrowed his eyes: "Where do you want me to take you?"

"It's refreshing to talk to smart people," Gongyilin said with a smile, "Speaking of that place, it's really beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, it's warm in winter and cool in summer..."

"Where are you going?" Seeing that Gongyilin was talking about his excitement, which seemed to have an endless trend, Qinghe had no choice but to interrupt him.

"My teacher," Gongyilin said, "the round trip is 10,000+ miles, we are not in a hurry, we still have plenty of time, we can go back and forth within two days."

After finishing a sentence without any interruption, without any guilty expression on his face, Gong Yilin felt that he was really a person with a very strong psychological quality, and he didn't blush at all.

In short, he would never admit that it was his thick skin.

Qinghe really didn't notice the problem with the numbers behind, his focus was completely taken away by the first three words.

I am a teacher.

There are no three words that may cause ambiguity to express Gongyilin's request to return to the teacher's school with him.

For a sect full of strong men, it would be deceitful to say that he is not interested, especially when his relationship with Gong Yilin is in a state of ambiguity, he has to think too much about such a request from the other party.

"After the Artifact Refiner Grand Competition." He pondered for a while and said.

"No way," Gong Yilin immediately vetoed it. By then the day lily would be cold. God knows what unconventional methods the other party would think of to punish him if he disobeyed the old man.

Speaking of it, Gongyilin's past can be called a history of blood and tears. Back then, the senior brother who loved him the most was still alive. No matter what mistakes he made when he was young, as long as it was not in principle, he would hug the pillow to the senior senior brother. The room was laid on the floor for two days, and when the limelight passed and the master's anger dissipated, it would be nothing. After the elder brother left, there was no one in the master who could compete with the master. That is, from then on, Gong Yilin could not He doesn't behave with his tail between his legs, of course, even with his tail between his legs, he is much more arrogant than ordinary people.

After all, he was entrusting someone to do things. Realizing that his tone was too blunt, Gong Yilin immediately changed his tone, and said with a pleasant face: "The night is long and dreams are many. It is better to hit the sun than to choose a day. I counted it. Today is an auspicious day. Why don't we step on the moon?" Okay, let’s start now, and we can catch up with the sunrise on the Shimen Waifeng Mountain tomorrow.”

Qinghe stared at him in silence for a while, "What are you going to do again?"

Gongyilin shouted for innocence, "I swear, this time I'm going back to the master's school just to help master send a message to Brother Ninth, during which I pledge my honor... bah, I promise from a man's standpoint that I will never do anything wrong or harm the common people. "

After finishing speaking, he secretly added something in his heart. This oath is only for the way back to the teacher's gate. As for the two legs growing on his body after returning, it is natural to go wherever he wants to go, what he wants to do, for example, to accept The Lan family inquired about information, and tried to find a way to let those arrogances take the lead in killing each other, or to see if there was a suitable time to sell one or two decent treasures from the Nalan family to the black market.

Hearing that Gongyilin didn't use his so-called reputation guarantee, Qinghe somewhat believed his words were true.

"Are you sure you want me to take you there?"

Gong Yilin clasped his hands together, "It's urgent, you have the right to do a good deed every day."

Qinghe looked at him fixedly, and made a decision that he didn't know whether he would regret or rejoice in the future: "It's just this one time, don't make another example."

The corners of Gongyilin's lips curled up, but he didn't say anything dead: "We'll discuss the matter later, and during this time, let's discuss the departure time." He showed a shy look: "Do you think we are now Set off, set off immediately, or is it better to set off immediately?"

"..."

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The wind howled all the way, and all the things on the ground, whether they were familiar or unfamiliar, were all like a flash in the pan. Gongyilin saw the turbulent river and the majestic and continuous giant mountains.

This was the first time he experienced the rapid flight of Kunpeng. He went straight to the sky, and the vast land shrunk in the blink of an eye, and flew past his eyes.

What Chu Ling said is true. No matter how powerful the flying magic weapon is, even the legendary top-grade treasure, it cannot achieve such a speed. risks of.

When Gongyilin was secretly terrified, Qinghe was not completely indifferent. The closer he got to the direction provided by Gongyilin, he faintly felt that there was an formation reverberating among the clouds not far away, and the people thousands of miles below him On the mountain peak, there seems to be blood condensed on the peak, and there is more methane smoke in the valley.

The person who laid out such a perfect formation must be a great power.

Qinghe slowed down, lowered his body and rushed straight to the mountain gate in front of him. No one was guarding him, but there were thousands of strange talisman papers pasted around the mountain gate, revealing a huge coercion in the dark.

Inside the mountain gate, there were only a dozen or so people. Some of them were fishing, some were reading books upside down, and some were studying some weird things. Just came back not long ago.

A majestic and snow-white giant bird hovering in the sky could not fail to arouse their vigilance.

"It turned out to be a Kunpeng," said the fisherman, still holding the fishing rod firmly, but using his ears to perceive everything around him.

The person who was reading upside down turned over a page and yawned: "Finally other races can't help but attack the mountain gate. It's better to do more. The frugal days are too long. Scholars should do more deeds of robbing houses." Live up to your youth."

People who study strange things are the most normal. He put down what he was doing and looked carefully at the giant bird flying in the sky. Look, he was surprised and said: "There is also a junior brother."

He took a deep breath, hid himself in a safe place, and then shouted loudly: "Little brother is back, come out and pick him up!"

As soon as the words fell, the fisherman heard that he didn't want the fishing rod, so he jumped into the water with the calmness just now, hiding his whole body, and the reader threw the book away, jumped to the nearest tree, and disappeared in layers In the green shade... There were only a dozen or so people, but none of them made the same choice in addition.

The Great Demon King is back!

Run!

If you can't run, hide away!