Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Not the same as when I left.

The prosperity of Nagato remains the same, but there is a lot of strong man's breath. Anyone with a little foresight can feel an undercurrent flowing under Nagato, which is about to reach the boiling point, and there is almost no roar.

Gongyilin sat on the Kunpeng's wings, looking down, he could see some familiar faces, most of them were enemies, and there were also some strong people who were very unfamiliar, some in twos and threes, and some alone.

Far away in mid-air, a person stepped on a green lotus, as if waiting for someone.

A very long distance is at the speed of Kunpeng, but it will be reached in the blink of an eye. Gong Yilin saw the person standing with his hands behind his back, and called: "Brother Wei."

Wei Zhi also nodded to salute, but stared at Kunpeng intently: "Brother Gongyi."

Knowing the doubts in his heart, Gong Yilin explained with a smile: "I asked you to borrow it from the head teacher."

When he said this, Kunpeng visibly shook his body in displeasure, but the strength was just right, and he didn't shake Gongyilin down.

The suspicion in Wei Zhi's eyes gradually dissipated, but when his eyes shifted to Gongyilin, it was even more weird. Gongyilin and the head teacher obviously didn't have many opportunities to meet, but he was familiar enough to borrow Tianyuan's mountain guard beast at will.

Reminiscent of Qinghe's previous phrase 'marriage in the dark', he seemed to grasp something and didn't dare to think about it.

Fortunately, Wei Zhi is not a gossip person, he pays more attention to the improvement of practice and the things that need to be paid attention to now. The doubt is only for a moment, Wei Zhi quickly opened his mouth to talk about business: "Have you met the head teacher?"

Gongyilin shook his head very calmly, as if he had never seen it before.

After hearing this, Wei Zhi couldn't help frowning.

Gongyilin said: "But what happened?"

Wei Zhi sighed: "Originally it was still a confidential news, but now it's okay for you to listen to it."

Gong Yilin was dumbfounded, and immediately smiled and said: "From your tone, it seems that something extraordinary has happened."

As he spoke, he jumped off Kunpeng's back, summoned a flying sword, and walked in the sky.

Kunpeng gathers its huge wings and transforms itself. A small and cute little bird sits on Gongyilin's shoulder, one person and one bird, standing on a sword. The itching of the heart.

For no reason, Wei Zhi felt that this scene was surprisingly harmonious.

The two were flying in mid-air, Wei Zhi suddenly said: "Have you heard of "Climbing the Immortal Ladder"?"

Gongyilin cleverly concealed the surprise in Zhong's eyes, and said curiously: ""Climbing the Immortal Ladder"."

The little bird perched on his shoulder lowered its head and pecked him. Gong Yilin was in pain and glared at him. The little bird combed its feathers coldly and ignored him.

Gong Yilin suffered a dark loss and could only swallow it, but he quickly returned to the business and listened to Wei Zhi.

"There is a painting in the legend, if ordinary people see it, they can become immortals if they realize the Tao."

Gongyilin laughed: "If a mortal body can prove the Tao and seek immortality without practicing, there will be no countless monks fighting for the top, let alone killing their relatives to prove the Tao."

"It was just a rumor a long time ago, but it was rumored later." Even so, Wei Zhi agreed with Gong Yilin's statement: "The tempering of strength can only rely on one's own efforts. The more convenient methods are, the closer they are to heretics."

There was some ambiguity in Gongyilin's words, "It's okay to be heretic, but I'm afraid it's some evil spirit."

"You mean..." Wei Zhi caught something vaguely, and was about to delve into it, when Gong Yilin interrupted him: "Brother Wei just talked about "Climbing the Immortal Ladder". Could it be that Nagato's recent arrival of a large number of strong men has something to do with it?"

Wei Zhi nodded: ""Climbing the Immortal Ladder" was originally a secret, only known to some super sects and profound cultivation families, but recently, someone has spread the news. Climbing the Immortal Ladder."

Gongyilin said: "This is a good thing, maybe there is still a chance to watch it, what a chance."

Wei Zhi turned his head away when he heard the words, but saw the coldness in Gong Yilin's eyes, talking about the chance, but there was a murderous intention appearing.

"It seems that you already know that the last exhibit was exhibited by the Nalan family through the hands of the Du family," Wei knew, "The news that you beheaded Nalan Yihuang has spread, and the Nalan family's ambiguous attitude to this A lot of people speculate that you have a big backing."

"They pretended to be fools and tricked me, but they even got involved with me," Gong Yilin sneered, "No matter what the Nalan family is planning, they will find out after this competition."

"Indeed," Wei knew, "I only hope that the overall situation will be in our hands."

Gongyilin smiled and remained silent.

After flying without Yujian for a while, Nagato's stone tablet was already clearly visible, Wei knew: "I still have to go to the head teacher to report this matter, this time I won't go with Gongyi brother."

Gong Yilin: "Instead of wasting time on searching, brother Wei should think about countermeasures first. I believe that in the near future, there will really be a change in the Nalan family, and the Qinghe sect will show up on its own initiative."

"I will think about it," Wei knew, "I guess I met the head teacher a few days ago, who would have expected him to disappear suddenly, but with the head teacher's cultivation, it is estimated that few people can do nothing to him."

Gongyi Lin Xindao, of course it's not human beings, but ghosts.

As if aware of the thoughts in Gongyilin's mind, the little bird bowed its head and pecked again.

Gong Yilin laughed instead of anger this time, ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, and 100 years is not too long for a villain to take revenge.

After bidding farewell to Wei Zhi, Gong Yilin stopped under the Nagato stele, retracted his flying sword, and looked up at the tall stele again, with willows on both sides still lingering.

"It was a night of heavy rain, but I saw catkins flying."

This sentence once again surfaced in Gongyilin's mind. Knowing the cause and effect, looking at the stele again, an indescribable emotion arose in Gongyilin's heart. Cut off the Nagato stele with a single knife, and then it was patched up again for unknown reasons.

The vicissitudes of the lines show everything that this stele has experienced, "Fang Bi died here, and King Gu was born here. I don't know what will be left of my Gongyilin in Nagato."

For some reason, Gong Yilin suddenly said with pride: "A man is alive, he should ask for a name after his death!"

A cold water was poured on his head immediately.

"I'm afraid your notoriety has already spread inside and outside Nagato."

Gongyilin: ...

He turned his face away indifferently, and said to the little bird on his shoulder: "Please don't speak human words when you become a bird."

The little bird flapped its wings and patted his face.

Gongyilin snorted twice, and said cheekily: "Grandpa, my beauty in the prosperous age was almost crooked by you."

While speaking, the corner of his eyes lingered around for a while, he took a step and entered the Nagato world, the smile on his face faded away, in the sky, he just felt the breath of many masters, and he really stepped into the Nagato realm. Behind the door, Gong Yilin immediately noticed that there were several groups of people stationed at Nagato.

Unlike before Gongyilin left, there were more people in Nagato, but the bustling has faded a lot. There is no longer a grand scene of people coming and going to choose magic weapons on the street. On the contrary, everyone is full of vigilance, many The people who came to buy the magic weapon all bowed their heads and left in a hurry after buying.

Today's Nagato has been completely reduced to a place of right and wrong.

Gongyilin put on the glass handkerchief on his face, perfectly disguising himself as a young man who is out of everyone's eyes, with a gloomy look on his brows, no matter who looks at it at a glance, it is easy to lower his vigilance.

In other words, it is an image that is easily underestimated.

Gong Yilin was very satisfied with this, and said complacently: "This time, even the Emperor Yu may not be able to recognize me."

A pair of black bean eyes scanned the surroundings, and the little bird's eyes became more solemn, "Nagato is not what it used to be, don't act rashly."

Gong Yilin nodded, "I have a measure."

He walked on the street like a very ordinary teenager, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, hugging a small bird in his arms, looking very scared.

Qinghe flapped his wings twice in his arms, feeling a little uncomfortable, it would be more comfortable to rest on Gongyilin's shoulder.

"Don't move around," Gongyilin said, "This will help me pretend to be a timid boy."

"Young man?" The little bird seemed to be taunting, but finally stopped struggling and half-lyed in Gongyilin's arms, his feathers seemed much softer.

Gongyilin seemed to be walking in a hurry, but he walked very steadily. His body temperature was very cold. The more he went to remote places, the surrounding monks gradually became less advanced. The little bird gradually became tired, and his neck was turned sideways. Gong Yilin's arm slowly closed his eyes.

When he reached a sparsely populated place, Gong Yilin just stopped and looked into his arms. The little bird had lost its usual aloof image and was sleeping soundly in his arms, looking obedient.

Anyone who saw the picture would soften their hearts, but Gong Yilin said angrily: "You are sleeping naked in my arms, get up!"

Qinghe had already been awakened by his breath before he made a sound, and now his first reaction when he heard these words was to bow his head and give him a hard peck.

It was inconvenient just now that there were too many people, but now that they were in a secluded place, Gong Yilin rolled up his sleeves and was about to have a fight with him.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound from the ground, and Gongyilin lowered his head, just in time to see a black beetle come out and climb up directly along his robe. Obviously not happy in his heart, he opened his mouth slightly, and the black beetle suddenly ran away like the wind.

Gong Yilin said with emotion: "It is said that its Achilles heel is speed, but now it seems that it should be its advantage."

The last time Qinghe was not hostile to this little bug, this time he actually wanted to peck it to death.

"Anyone in front of life and death will inspire great potential."

Following the sound, a man in brocade was standing on a small hill in the distance, and the black beetle stopped trembling after crawling to his side.

Gongyilin let out a slight 'huh', "That black robe finally fell out of favor after hundreds of years."

The person on the hill is obviously Li Xingzong. He is wearing the clothes of a dignitary today, standing with his hands behind his back, as if he is ruling the world.

"An old friend came to visit today."

In a few words, it can be regarded as explaining the reason for not wearing black clothes.

The friends Li Xingzong talked about must be extraordinary, Gong Yilin said: "At first glance, they are extraordinary, brother, this is too ostentatious."

Li Xingzong glanced at Gongyi Lin and said: "How can it be compared to my junior brother, I remember I told you not to provoke you too much, but you

Yes, in the blink of an eye, the world is enemies. "

The Immortal Puppet Gate, the Valley of Gods and Dreams, the Nalan House, the phoenix in the Holy Land of the Undead... wherever they go, there is blood and blood.

"The world is an enemy?" Gong Yilin chewed the word repeatedly, looked down at the little bird in his arms, "What do you think?"

With a flash of white light, the little bird turned into a beautiful iceberg man, with white clothes and black hair, and three thousand black hair untied, as if he was the only one in the world, and he opened his thin lips lightly, and said lightly: "No one in the world knows the king .”