Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Further on, there is Gongyilin's division guarded by layers of formations.

Qinghe didn't fly directly to the mountain gate and landed. Gabu's formation, which had been perfected for thousands of years in the clouds in the sky, was so terrifying. If Qinghe came here alone, he might still be interested in challenging him, but today, he just sent Gongyilin back for a while. It is rude and provocative to go to the teacher's gate and touch the formation for no reason. Even if his personality is as cold as an iceberg that has not melted for a thousand years, he has not done such an act.

"After many years, I finally came back here again."

Gong Yilin's tone was also quite emotional.

Near nostalgia is more timid.This was not reflected in Gong Yilin. He first rushed to the nearby grove, and patted a few big trees that were crooked and cracked. It was planted when it was planted, but in a blink of an eye it grows so luxuriantly, the senior brother said, it takes ten years to grow a tree and a hundred years to cultivate people, but I grow a tree in a hundred years!"

Facing the tree in the middle that was suspected to have been struck by lightning a few times, Qinghe rationally did not say anything.

"Look, this vicissitudes of bark... God, there is actually a small flower on the tree. This is the legendary dead tree with flowers!"

The trembling little flowers on the dead branches trembled a few times because of his voice, and seemed to be in danger of withering at any time. Qinghe glanced at Gongyilin, "If I read correctly, this tree has suffered at least There have been three lightning strikes, one of which was no less serious than the first profound lightning strike when a monk ascended to the sky."

Although it is best to survive the first profound thunder, at least I have never heard of a monk who died under the first profound thunder, and few were even injured, but what would happen if he was chopped on a tree?

Qinghe looked at the crooked trees and felt from the bottom of his heart that their vitality was too tenacious.

"Ahem, as the saying goes, how can you see a rainbow without going through the wind and rain, the sky will send a great responsibility to the people, and you must first work hard..."

A cold gaze wrapped around him, with a trace of coolness.

Gongyilin rubbed his nose, looking embarrassed, "I just want them to evolve, so I often add some pills or bury some treasures under the tree when breeding, who knows how long it will take?" It's been a long time, the first time the thunder was just struck by a coincidence when someone from the master's family was crossing the catastrophe, who would have thought that it would cause a change in the treasure, thus forming the second and third catastrophes."

I don't know if these trees are also contaminated with the incomparable "luck" of Gongyilin.

Not long after, Gongyilin ran to a huge rock again, "Hahaha, I'm finally taller than it!"

Qinghe shook his head, letting him mess around, looking over Gongyilin towards the mountain gate covered with spells, his gaze was more solemn, even Tianyuan's huge intelligence network couldn't detect any news, all of them were the pride of heaven, It has never had a reputation in the comprehension world.

Some sects have endured for a long time, and they become a blockbuster.

In some sects, the soldiers do not move, and if they move, the world is in chaos.

Gong Yilin didn't bother at the door for too long, walked up to Qinghe and said, "Let's hurry up and go in. I haven't seen you for so long. My seniors must miss me!"

A token emitting golden light appeared in his palm while he was speaking, and a terrifying beam of light erupted from the surrounding talisman papers. At this moment, all the peaks seemed to sense it, and there was a faint roar, and the two mountains actually moved to one side One inch, a door opened quietly, the dazzling light made it almost impossible to keep your eyes open.

Taking a step, the terrain is actually a little higher. The front seems to be flat ground, but every step forward is a step higher. Looking down at all living beings, it's like... soaring.

A dazzling beam of light shot up into the sky, and Gongyilin looked ahead with strangely calm eyes, "My teacher's name is...Taxian."

Qinghe turned his face to look at him.

Gongyilin said indifferently: "If you step through the sky, you can destroy the true immortal."

When you walk in completely, the door behind you closes automatically, the light dissipates, and there is a creaking sound when the door closes, as if entering another world, the sky is as clear as blue, and the surrounding mountains rise from the ground, calm and majestic.

Gongyilin stopped in his tracks, his breath sank to his dantian, and the cloud and mist shook with a low growl: "Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, Fourth Senior Brother... I'm back!"

After shouting, he lifted his chin triumphantly: "Look, there will be a line up to welcome soon, with the sound of gongs and drums."

Silence, eerie silence, even the birds in the mountains stopped singing.

Qinghe: "Welcome in line? The sound of gongs and drums?"

Gong Yilin was very calm, as if it was commonplace: "They must be shy. Since they have arrived, there is no rush. I will take you to visit one person first. As for the others," he paused, smiling on the inside. Said: "I will visit them one by one in the future."

The gloomy tone made the body of the person hiding in the river not far away tremble, sinking deeper, for fear of showing any traces.

The road to where Gongyilin is going is very steep. The exact location of a mountain that was created between two tall peaks should be a huge canyon, with turbulent water flow and extremely harsh terrain.

"Where I'm going," said the slender hand pointing away, "it's there."

When he heard Gongyilin say that someone wanted to visit first, Qinghe's first reaction was to think that Gongyilin's master, but along the way, went to a place where the spiritual power was slightly weak, and felt that something was wrong. Looking in the direction pointed, there is a small bulging mound.

When I got closer, it turned out to be a tomb, without a stele, and overgrown with grass.

Gongyilin looked at the lonely tomb, his eyes were full of desolation, he suddenly said to Qinghe: "I left in such a hurry that I even forgot to prepare the sacrifices, can you lend me one or two."

He had never seen such a sad Gongyilin.

With a wave of Qinghe's hand, the two treasures fell into Gongyilin's hands.

"Thank you." Gongyilin took the treasure and thanked him sincerely. Then...with tears in his eyes, he took a step forward and put it into his storage bag.

Qinghe: ...

"Little brother is deceiving people again." A few miles away, this scene clearly fell into the eyes of the person hiding behind the tree, as if recalling his history of being deceived back then, he sighed.

After putting away the treasure, Gongyilin turned to Qinghe and said, "This is the grave I built for myself when I condensed my body as a ghost cultivator. How about it? Does it have a sense of vicissitudes and arrogance?"

Qinghe stared at him fixedly, without saying a word.

Gongyilin staggered a step, and pressed the storage bag tightly, as if he would not return it to the death.

In such a confrontation, Qinghe suddenly moved!

Gongyilin's secret path is not good, put on a defensive posture, and always prepare to escape with the sword, you don't need to run too far, just hide at the door of the master, after all, it is at the door of your own house, the old man will not let him be "evil" Forces' repression.

The tall white figure approached him, approached, did not stop, and continued to move forward. The moment he passed by, Gong Yilin was slightly stunned. Live in the rhizomes of weeds under the loess and uproot them.

With a little effort, the pulled weeds turned into powder and were blown away by the wind. Qinghe grabbed another handful of soil and buried it in the place where the weeds had grown wildly, filling it up.

One after another, without using spells or borrowing external force, it was like the most common weeding on a grave.

The smile on Gongyilin's face gradually froze, and he remained motionless as if he had been immobilized. He lowered his head, clenched his hands in his sleeves, and tried his best to speak calmly: "It's just a trick to cheat money when I was a child." It's a joke, there's no need to be serious."

As if not hearing his words, he removed all the weeds. The loess-stained hands were in stark contrast to the white clothes. Qinghe stood up straight again, with a particularly straight back. His own strength was unpredictable. Gongyi Forest looks like it stands shoulder to shoulder with heaven and earth.

"I know," his voice was clearly audible in the sky and earth, "that's why I thought... it must be a ghost."

Gong Yilin's shoulders trembled, and he felt that the tears that were originally used for acting could not be held back, and his eyes seemed to have a burning sensation. He walked slowly to the grave, recalling the first time this small grave was piled up thousands of years ago, and he did the same , Without using any magical powers, they piled up little by little, from a small mound to a lonely grave.

I can't feel what kind of mood I was at that time, I just remember thinking that it would be great if I was still alive, if I was alive, my body temperature would remain, my heart would beat strong, if I was alive, I would be a human being, if... someone could be with me.

It's so beautiful to say it in such a cold and thin tone.

In the breeze, mixed with Gongyilin's voice, it faded away between heaven and earth——

"Then you are really unlucky, worse than me."

Holding Gongyilin's hand with the same cold hand, there was a faint smile on Qinghe's lips: "It's really not good, but fortunately we discovered it early."

Gong Yilin also put away the emotions in his eyes, and smiled like usual: "It's a pity that it's too late to turn around."

A few miles away, the man hiding in the green tree wished he could build a grave right away. It would be great to use it to chase girls in the future, and to win sympathy and admiration. Suddenly, he didn't know what to think, sighed softly, and jumped off the tree. Come down, land firmly, without making a sound, look up at the clear sky, and say in a voice that only you can hear: "Even the youngest child among us has someone willing to accompany him, if you know, will you be sad... Senior brother?"

Will you... regret it?

In the breeze between heaven and earth, not only vows but also questions that will never be answered are gone with the wind.

When we left the canyon, it happened that the sun had passed, and the sun was neither hot nor hot, and everything seemed just right.

Gong Yilin walked three steps and looked left and right, looking furtive, Qinghe frowned: "It's not like you're a thief, why are you guilty?"

Putting his index finger upright between his lips, Gong Yilin swallowed his saliva and said, "Master must still be waiting for me to see him."

Qinghe: "Is it related?"

Gongyilin looked up at him: "If you don't count the high-grade magic weapon I stole when I left the master's gate, the three thousand spirit stones, and the destruction of the old man's favorite Huanxiang lotus, it's not counted as the self-made magic weapon in the Holy Land of Immortality. It shouldn't matter that the director and the actor are dead."

"It's just some foreign things," Qinghe said lightly, "I'll just pay for you."

As soon as Gongyilin slapped his thigh, he liked rich and powerful people, and immediately looked shy, full of hope, and said: "Then can you help me return the 180 middle-grade treasures that were damaged in the past few years? 780 low-grade treasures, and 600 yuan of spirit stones?"

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