Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Qinghe was silent for a while, tapped the edge of the table lightly with his fingers, his eyelashes curled up exceptionally under the candlelight, "Would you like to talk about it?"

This is a very gentle tone, not an order, not a question, but a listener, if Gong Yilin is willing to make a statement, he is willing to be a listener.

"Is there anything to say?" Gongyilin walked back from the window, with a smile in his eyes, and just put away the slightly bitter smile on his mouth. At first glance, he really felt that he was in a good mood. Lunhu Guangshanyue, "It's almost like the one in the legend."

A cold and slender hand stretched out, half-holding Gong Yilin's hand hidden in the sleeve robe from below.

"Legends are legends after all, I want to hear what you tell me, okay?" The deep voice is like an elegant and vicissitudes of erhu, flowing slowly.

It is said that once a cold and cold person becomes gentle, even gods and Buddhas can't stand it. Gong Yilin finally tasted this kind of feeling today. With a tenderness that he can't refuse.

He didn't refuse, and let Qinghe pull him with moderate strength, while he lifted up his robe and sat opposite Qinghe again, the two sat opposite each other, silent, Qinghe was waiting, waiting for Gongyilin himself Open your mouth.

In the past, this was what Gong Yilin often did. He used silence to get others to speak, including Chang Le, whom he had just met. He also used silence to let the other party tell everything he wanted to know. position of the person.

"I still remember that it was at the beginning of Tianyuan. One day, senior brother said that he would go on a long journey. After returning..." As if muttering to himself, at this moment, Gong Yilin's eyes were extremely quiet, and he slowly said that A sealed past.

Stepping on the Immortal Gate in the first year of Tianyuan

Near a mountain range on the east side, there are many shrubs and green trees. All the branches and leaves are covered in layers, covering the sunlight from the sky. There is no sunlight leaking for a hundred years, making this place a ghostly land.

At this time, in the jungle, one person and one giant beast fell into a confrontation.

The giant beast was more than 20 meters high, and it was filled with black air. Its fangs were exposed and stained with blood. On the opposite side of it, there was a man standing with a sword and a straight spine, like a standing tree. Pines and cypresses, but if you look closely, you will find that his hands are trembling slightly, and some faint blood on his sleeves splashed like plum blossoms.

The giant beast delivered a fatal blow earlier, but it only injured the monk's arm. It was furious that such a small human monk had fought fiercely with him for so long. The dark air instantly enveloped the male monk's whole body.

Roar!

With a leap of ten feet, the monster opened its mouth wide and charged again. Compared with the 20-meter-long monster, the male monk opposite it was as small as an ant, but that was it. The giant beast, he did not dodge or dodge, his eyes were calm and calm, only to see a layer of silver light condensed in his palm, converging in the long sword.

"go with!"

The male cultivator let out a low shout, and the blade of his sword shot toward the mouth of the giant beast like a streamer of light!

The giant beast didn't take it seriously at first, his whole body was like a layer of rock black as iron, indestructible, especially the mouth, where there were many barbs on the giant tongue several meters long, enough to stab a monk to death, just a sword , As long as the upper and lower teeth are closed, and a bite is casual, the sword can be split into two in an instant.

But as the sword light got closer and closer, panic gradually appeared in the giant beast's eyes. The sword is not scary, but the sword light is terrible. Time to dodge!

Seeing that the sword was about to enter its mouth and pass through its throat, a phantom appeared out of thin air, and when it grabbed it from the air, the sword that was rushing forward with unstoppable force was firmly grasped, and the person who grasped the edge of the sword, the palm of his hand No scars at all.

The giant beast escaped unharmed, and joy flashed across its eyes. Seeing the man who grabbed the sword's edge turned his back on him, his joy was even greater, and he wanted to bite it when he was unaware.

The man didn't seem to notice anything. He looked at the cultivator ahead and shook his head, "Swords are not meant to be thrown out as hidden weapons."

The monk who originally fought with the giant beast was Gong Yilin, and he said nonchalantly: "I am not a swordsman, and the sword is not something that cannot be discarded for me."

"Children can't be taught." The man sighed, waved his hand casually, and was very close to him. Seeing that the bloody mouth that was about to devour him suddenly froze, there was a rattling sound between the fangs, and there was only a 'bang', a huge The beast's high head was split in half from the middle, and it exploded directly, spraying blood mist all over the sky.

While teaching this restless junior, the man bent down, took out the dagger from his waist, and took out the beast crystal from the giant beast's head.

Seeing that the beast crystal was about to be collected by the shameless man, Gong Yilin didn't care about maintaining his appearance as a handsome and refined scholar, so he rushed over and said in a vicious voice, "Give it back to me!"

But no matter how hard he tried, the man's clothes were fluttering, just one foot away from him.

The beast crystal finally fell into the storage bag of the man in white. Gong Yilin stared at his waist and said coldly, "Is it a human?"

The man in white smiled and said, "It's not good to steal things from children."

Gongyilin became angry from embarrassment: "There are eyes but no pearls."

The man in white looked at Gong Yilin who was no longer a child, and said, "Compared to my age, you are indeed a child."

Gong Yilin pouted, but did not deny it.

The man in white walked up to him and wanted to reach out to touch his head, but was dodged, "When you live a few hundred years, you will be happy because others say you are young."

Although he admits that what his elder brother said is the truth, Gong Yilin doesn't believe this point at this time.

"Okay, it's just a beast crystal. I don't even think about how many good things you have taken from senior brother over the years."

Gongyilin wrinkled his nose, but did not deny it.

"What's more, I came back from the Holy Land of Immortality this time, but I brought a lot of good things, and one of them is even more extraordinary." The man said with a smile.

good stuff?

Gong Yilin's eyes lit up, "Could it be some kind of treasure that can move mountains and fill seas with a wave of your hand?"

"It is indeed a treasure of heaven and earth."

Seeing the man being so honest, Gong Yilin swallowed, lowered his head, and thought about how to get the good things.

"Don't think about it," the man said lightly, "I won't give you this thing."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Gongyilin with great interest, "How about guessing, why didn't I give it to you?"

Gongyilin was silent for a while, then said, "Hot potato."

The man was startled, looked up to the sky and smiled, "My Xiaolinzi is still the smartest."

With a wave of his hand, a blood-red rolling cloud condensed under his feet, and he pulled Gongyilin up to the sky. The two rode forward on the white clouds. Gongyilin looked at the blood cloud under his feet, and the desire for great power rose in his heart Well, a truly capable monk should be able to step on the white clouds with his feet and hold the sky in his hands. Compared with the blood cloud under his feet, those flying treasures are simply unrefined.

Mountains, rivers and rivers are densely covered in the eyes, like a huge fishing net, covering the endless mountains. Gongyilin has excellent eyesight, and can see some big fish and shrimp churning on the water. The man in white saw him bow his head in thought, and asked Said: "Seeing fish and shrimp, but what enlightenment?"

Gong Yilin, "Man is a knife and I am a fish. These fish seem to be living a carefree life, but as long as I wave my sleeves, I can instantly decide their life or death, and even how to eat them."

"anything else?"

Gongyilin rubbed his stomach, "I want to eat fried fish fillets."

There was a trace of astonishment on the man's face, and the smile on his lips deepened at the end, "In the wilderness, there are no knives and dishes for your use."

Gongyilin slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and a pair of swords appeared out of thin air. Holding the two swords, he said seriously: "Use this."

Even the most unpredictable man in white, seeing this scene, couldn't help but froze the smile on the corner of his mouth for a moment, "How many swords do you have on your body?"

Gong Yilin, "Counting the storage bags, there are no more and no less, exactly 480."

The man in white: ...

His lips moved, and he said after a long time: "You are destined not to be a swordsman in this life."

"But I can be an excellent cook." Gong Yilin sharpened the blades of his two swords against each other, making a squeaking sound, "Should I catch a few fish now, chop the fish heads to make soup, and slice the fish meat?" eat?"

The man in white: "...you can't become a saint either."

"The life of a monk is like a river, as long as it is strong enough, it will never end," Gongyi Linman said indifferently: "Fat fortune tricks people, maybe one day I will have a destiny with Buddha and achieve both Buddhism and Taoism."

At this time, Gongyilin would not have expected that many years later, it would be a prophecy.

……

Beside the stream, the torrential water kept flowing down, and there were two young people sitting along the bank. Their faces looked very young. As for how old souls lived in their bodies, I am afraid that only they knew.

In this scene, it is obviously impractical to eat fried fish slices, but grilled fish can still be practiced.

Gong Yilin's fish eating skills are top-notch, but his grilling skills are not top-notch, but even so, he is still in charge of grilling fish among the two, for no other reason than the person sitting next to him is a typical ten-year-old. Refers to the son who doesn't touch the spring water, and has a subtle obsession with cleanliness.

While grilling the fish, Gong Yilin asked, "What exactly did the senior brother bring back?"

The man bent his fingers and tapped his forehead lightly, "Kids don't ask."

Gong Yilin put down the grilled fish, his eyes turned cold, "It seems that you won't tell me no matter what."

The man nodded, "It's good to have self-knowledge, but for the sake of the brothers and sisters, I can tell you the truth." His expression was complicated, "This thing can help people prove the truth."

In all things in the world, monsters rely on their own powerful flesh and blood, and monks rely on magic weapons in their hands, but the two also have the same effect. They both increase mana, but the Tao comes out by itself. The Tao of all living beings depends on the beings stepping out step by step, experiencing and comprehending in life, in the world, only you can help yourself to prove the Tao, this is a universally recognized law in the cultivation world.

Gong Yilin frowned. He could see the evil intentions of the elder brother, and he clearly aroused his curiosity on purpose. Without bluntly speaking, he sneered, "It seems that you are determined to play tricks on me today?"

The man picked up the grilled fish and chewed slowly, "Now I realize that it's not stupid."

The grilled fish was snatched away and teased with words, Gong Yilin smiled instead of anger, and said two words 'yes' on his face, "Don't regret it."

Pulling the clothes vigorously, his fingernails scratched across the fair skin, leaving a few horrific bloodstains, Gong Yilin bit his lip hard, blood oozed out, he didn't care at all, summoned the flying sword, loosened his hair, He ran towards the master's gate as if fleeing for his life, and shouted out of luck while running: "Master, second senior brother, third senior brother, fourth senior brother... help! Senior brother treats me lightly!"

At this point in the story, Gong Yilin drank all the water in the glass on the table, and poured another glass, "Under such circumstances, Elder Brother suddenly chased me and stretched out his hand."

Qinghe: "He gave you something?"

Under such circumstances, this must be the only way to do it. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take a deep look at Gong Yilin. Being shameless to this extent is really a skill.

"At first I thought it was too." Gong Yilin put down the glass, "He did stretch out his hand, but he slapped my butt with his backhand. That slap used at least three successes, and I lay on the bed for two whole days. "

Thinking of the scene at that time, Gongyilin had tears in his eyes, sighed for the past, and raised his glass to Qinghe, "Do you also think he is too much?"

Qinghe: ...well done!