Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Not intending to bring up the embarrassing past, Gong Yilin skipped this episode and continued.

"Later, I asked again and again, but the senior brother didn't tell me what exactly he brought back." Gong Yilin's tone was inexplicably sad, "Once he was annoyed by my questioning, and he only vaguely revealed that the thing was not It can help monks prove the Tao, and it can also help them become immortals."

Qinghe pondered, "Things should be far from that simple."

"Naturally," Gongyilin sighed, "I also doubted it for a while. After all, if it is such a treasure, the elder brother would have already become a fairy through it. The monk is not a dragon, and he can remain indifferent by guarding the treasure."

Speaking of this, his eyes suddenly flashed coldly, "Although I don't know what it is, it seems that senior brother has other uses for this thing."

Qinghe looked up at Gongyilin, waiting patiently for him to continue.

"One time, the senior brother laughed and called that thing "Miesheng" after drinking. Not long after, the senior brother went down the mountain, and the master uncharacteristically sealed the master's gate for 300 years. After 300 years, the mountain gate was opened again. The seventh senior brother went down the mountain to practice and brought it back. The news that the elder brother has died."

Qinghe knew very well that with Gongyilin's temperament, it was absolutely impossible to do nothing. Sure enough, he only heard Gongyilin say: "300 years have passed, and those who participated in that war have long since died, and those who disappeared have disappeared. Even though he wanted to investigate, he could only return in vain."

"There are two people in the division that cannot be disobedient. One is the senior brother and the other is the master. The so-called truth, except for the dead senior brother, is only known to the master. Unfortunately, one will never tell me the truth, and the other will never tell me the truth." I will tell you that Master sealed the mountain gate for no reason, so he must know something. At the beginning I..." Gong Yilin's tone faltered, "I knelt in front of Master's door for three whole nights, and I vaguely remember the way Master opened the door to come out. It's very strange, the years can't be reflected on the face of a cultivator, but I feel that the master is old for a moment, to be precise, it is the vicissitudes of life."

That was the first time he knew that even a peerless powerhouse would feel tired.

"Regarding what happened to senior brother, from the beginning to the end, the master only said six words."

Qinghe shook his hand lightly, and could feel a slight tremor in it.

"Self-inflicted, you can't live." He paused every word, and pronounced each syllable very clearly, "Later, I found some news intermittently and after several twists and turns. The rise, and the process of rising is inexplicable, and even some small sects that are not obvious and leaky have begun to develop in the direction of super sects."

"If my guess is correct, there must be the Nalan family among them."

The cold light in Gongyilin's eyes subsided, but his voice sank, "Didn't it mean that there is a treasure in the Nalan family that can help people become immortals? I remember that the elder brother described the treasure in his hand as being of the same use."

Qinghe should have comforted him a few words, but after thinking about it, he gave up. There are so many coincidences in the world. If it is said that the death of Nalan's family and Gongyilin's elder brother has nothing to do with it, he might not believe it.

"There must be a way before the car reaches the mountain."

"What?" Gong Yilin looked up at him in surprise.

"It's not a word you often say." Qinghe's eyes were soft, "Since that's the case, why bother to be mediocre."

Gongyilin trembled, and after a long silence, he let out a long breath, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

After finishing speaking, he looked out the window, "It's getting late, the spiritual power here is thin, I'll go find a better place to practice."

Qinghe nodded, and directly pointed out the direction for him, "Northwest side."

"Thank you." Gong Yilin's eyes were full of inquiry, and he pointed out the direction where the spiritual energy gathered, which showed that Qinghe could keenly perceive the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and such a person would often get twice the result with half the effort in cultivation.

Qinghe stared at the back of him as he walked out, knowing that Gongyilin had mixed feelings, although he always said that "there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain", but in fact he had a plan in his heart to make Gongyilin unprepared It's almost impossible to do one thing.

Qinghe suddenly felt a kind of thought that he had never felt before, pity or sudden distress. The fragility that Gongyilin showed in front of him after digging through layers of barriers was something he had never thought about, and he couldn't help but want to protect him. impulse.

"Impulsive?" Qinghe tapped his finger on the position of his chest and heart, and his tone was self-deprecating, "It turns out that this instinct still remains."

He stood up, opened the window closed by Gongyilin, and could vaguely see the figure of Gongyilin going away. Tonight, Gongyilin did not have a sword. Heavy.

There was a smile on the lips, which flashed by, but it was mixed with tenderness. The road ahead was rough, and it was not bad to find someone who walked side by side.

The first ray of the rising sun illuminated Nagato, and along with the name of Gongyilin resounded through Nagato, no, not only Nagato, it should be said that the entire cultivation world had heard of it.

No matter what the process is, this time, the real name has moved the world.

"Hey, have you heard that Gong Yilin, who claims to be a pen fairy, calculated that Long Shao was able to confess successfully, and now Long Shao has betrayed the city and eloped with a mysterious woman."

"Who doesn't know about this now? I also heard that Mozun Shuangsheng was furious and threatened to smash that Gongyilin to ashes."

"This person is courageous enough. I think Tianyuan is unlucky this time, and I'm afraid he will be affected by Gongyilin."

"Not necessarily. Tianyuan is a super sect after all. If there is a war, even Demon Lord Shuangsheng will have to weigh it."

……

In just a few hours, the rumors intensified. The news of Long Shao's elopement swept across the country like a hurricane.For them, this is an opportunity. Originally, they still cared about Long Shao's identity, but now that the latter has betrayed the city, he has nothing to worry about.

It was stormy outside. At this time, by the lakeside of a house, there was a person leaning against the smooth boulder surface with his eyes closed, as if he could not feel the coldness of the rock at all, and his expression was comfortable.

Next to this man, there is another person standing aside, with his hands behind his back, and his expression is very flat, but just like that, it faintly reveals a peerless elegance, especially his voice, like the sound of jade, "Dragon Shao used your name to hide in the dark, and now tens of thousands of people are intercepting and killing, it must be very inconvenient to move."

"Half and half," Gong Yilin opened his eyes, "there are many rumors outside, but most of them are thunder and rain, and Long Shao's strength lies there. Some demons only dare to form a team under the pretext of eliminating the remaining evils." "Once the team is large and powerful, there will be disagreements on many things. The biggest disadvantage is that no matter where you go, there will be disturbances, and it will be difficult to find Long Shao."

"He plotted against you, and you still speak for him," Qinghe said in a teasing tone, probably because the surrounding environment is beautiful and no one is bothering him, so his tone is much more relaxed, "It seems that your heart is growing."

"Everyone has their own gains. After all, it feels good to be able to severely damage the Nalan family without doing it yourself." Gong Yilin straightened up, putting one arm on his bent knee, "The Emperor Yu was bewitched back then, and Fang Bi It’s a pity that the Gu King has lost his memory now, otherwise I would still be able to ask about the acquaintance of Ning Qing and Long Shao.”

In the end, Gong Yilin smiled again, "It doesn't matter if you don't ask, the alliance between the world is just a matter of reason, and for common interests, it is impossible for Ning Qing to have any emotional involvement with Long Shao. I am afraid that she will use Long Shao's hand to attack Nalan. family, and I am also determined to win "Climbing the Immortal Ladder."

Qinghe squinted at him, "You just confirm that the daughter of Emperor Yu didn't have any other feelings for Long Shao."

"Of course," Gongyilin shrugged, "she admires someone else."

"Oh?" Qing He's voice could not hear any emotion, "For example?"

Gongyilin coughed in embarrassment, and looked at the sky, "I think the sky is cloudy and cloudy. I'm afraid there will be a storm in the near future. We'd better go into the house to hide."

The bright sun shone on his body, and even the shadow was stretched very long, Qinghe sneered.

It was not the first time that Gong Yilin spoke out of conscience, Quan pretended not to see it, and spread his hands and said: "Now that I am accused by everyone, do you want to consider expelling me from Tianyuan?"

Qinghe said lightly: "It's all about the demons. Last time they left behind their remnants, it's good to wipe them out this time."

Gong Yilin stood up, "How dare you say that."

It has been a long time since the third human-devil war, but the aggressive instinct of a certain animal obviously did not end with the end of the war.

"Mozun Shuangsheng and I have met each other a few times in the past. If you say that Long Shao's 'defection' this time is not his intention, I don't believe it." Gong Yilin stretched out his long arms and made a gesture of embracing the sky. "The biggest winner should be Shuangsheng. The two factions of elders in the demon clan have been fighting for a long time, and one faction is eyeing the position of demon venerable. This time, with the help of Long Shao, he can justifiably remove many obstacles. "

"The poor side who is hostile to him now thinks that he has taken a big advantage. He wants to get rid of Long Shao and cut off Shuangsheng's left and right arms. They must soon pay the price for their arrogance."

After speaking in one breath, Gong Yilin squinted at Qinghe, "Do you think my analysis is logical, and I am like a god in the sun?"

Like a god?

It was the first time I heard people use these four words to praise me, even Qinghe who didn't change his face when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth this time.

"It's said that you are young and frivolous. Look at those old guys from the Demon Race. They are all getting old and have a bad temper. They are imitating young people to usurp the throne. Now they are not shooting themselves in the foot."

As he said that, he still pretended to be sorry.

Seeing his embarrassing appearance, Qinghe calmly said: "Compared to Long Shao, you should worry about your own safety first."

Gongyilin looked like nothing happened, and he was like a puddle of mud lying flat on the smooth surface of the boulder. Qinghe admired his ability a little bit. On such a smooth rock surface, he was able to remain motionless without any slippage. As a sign of going down, Gong Yilin raised his thin lips lightly, "Isn't there still you?"

Ignoring his extraordinarily cheap tone, this sentence still sounds a bit heart-warming.

"In two days' time, it will be the final of the Artifact Refining Master Competition, and the matter will come to an end." Looking at the white clouds floating in the sky, Gong Yilin turned his head slightly, reached out and tugged at Qinghe's robe, "Guess, it will come to an end." How many people died?"

"Others don't know, but you..." Qinghe looked at him and said seriously: "With me here, you will live for a long time."

Gongyilin's smile froze, "You really can talk."

Stealing Fusheng for half a day, with the breeze blowing, Gongyilin rested his thoughts on cultivation and decided to enjoy the rare tranquility. His talent can be said to be unique, even in a school where there are many evildoers, he is one of the best Yes, Gongyilin's master Zhaxing Laoren once said to his friends, 'This son's talent is comparable to another unworthy disciple of mine. '

The "unworthy son" in the old man's mouth refers to Gong Yilin's elder brother, and this sentence is enough to make the greatest affirmation of Gong Yilin's talent.

But in terms of cultivation, Gong Yilin and his most admired elder brother are on the same ground, with an insurmountable gap. The reason lies in his "slackness". Complete a little bit at a fixed point, and there will never be any more involved.

On the contrary, all the other energy of Gongyilin was spent on some "heretics", such as cheating and abducting various precious magic weapons, researching Qimen Dunjia, the hexagrams of stars, manpower is limited, and others who specialize in it all hate that there is not enough time. And he, involving hundreds of kinds, can be said to be advancing slowly, and his cultivation speed in some ways is comparable to that of a tortoise.

At this time, this stubborn boy who was talented but not motivated was lying on the boulder, licking the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, his eyes were wet from facing the sun just now, and he looked very attractive, "I'm hungry."

Qinghe's heart thumped, goblin!

"Osmanthus cake, pea yellow, lotus root cake..." A series of non-stop reporting the names of a bunch of snacks. It stands to reason that it doesn't matter if you don't eat for ten days and a half months, but he is delicious. Sweets, keeping him from eating is equivalent to killing him half of his life.

Qinghe rubbed the center of his brows, and turned his head away from seeing Gongyilin's seductive appearance at this time. There is a certain kind of person who is born with the ability to captivate people's hearts, but he is addicted to it and cannot extricate himself.

In Nagato, you can find a refining shop at random, and even walk a few steps with your eyes closed and stop to find a shop, but there are almost no places that sell food.

This is also understandable. Few of the monks pay attention to the desire of tongue. Although ordinary spiritual fruits can't provide much aura, they are born out of nothing. As for ordinary food, no one pays attention to them. Will take a bite or two.

Although the possibility is unlikely, Qinghe still patiently searched everywhere, and even sent spies to be placed in Nagato. Nagato brings together the characteristics of the world.

He has excellent hearing, passing by the door of some shops, he can still hear people inside talking about this Artifact Master Competition, which did not follow the rules of previous years, but changed again and again.

Just as Qinghe was about to continue walking, he suddenly saw a beautiful figure standing beside the flower stand in front of him. The girl was slim and graceful, wearing a long embroidered skirt, with a hosta pinned in her hair, very fairy-like.

Qinghe glanced lightly, feeling that she looked a little familiar, the woman took the initiative to step forward, and gave a graceful salute, she looked like a secular woman, with a bit of the charm of weak willows supporting the wind.

Qinghe's eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Ning Qing." The woman was extremely understanding, and she took the initiative to say her name.

Qinghe nodded, but the first thing he said was to ask: "Where is there food for sale?"

Ning Qing was startled, and said with a smile: "Grandpa wants to eat?"

When the word 'Grandpa' came out of her mouth, she didn't feel the slightest awkwardness, on the contrary, it had the taste of a little girl acting like a spoiled child.

Qinghe didn't answer, just asked: "Where is it?"

Ning Qing stared at him without speaking, as if she wanted to see through him. She wondered if it was because she was by Gong Yilin's side when she was young, and had acquired Gong Yilin's habits. They all liked to use sudden silence to take the initiative.

Unfortunately, this point does not apply to Qinghe.

Ning Qing obviously reacted quickly, sighed quietly, "I really don't know what he likes about you." He was puzzled, too smart and conceited, this type of person, that person should have been avoided in the first place That's right.

After all, she was the first to lose the battle, "Can I delay you for a while?"

Qinghe directly bypassed her and wanted to leave.

A watery voice came from behind, "I just have something to tell you."

Qinghe's footsteps did not stop.

Ning Qing seemed to have expected this to happen, and added: "Presumably Grandpa will chase you out soon, and he will change his mind about the snacks he wants."

Qinghe's footsteps just stopped.

Seeing him stop, Ning Qing said slowly: "It looks like the weather is not very good, maybe there will be a heavy rain soon, why don't you go to a restaurant and talk about it?"

Looking up at the dazzling sunlight, Qinghe once again came to a conclusion in his mind: this ability to tell lies with eyes open was definitely learned from Gong Yilin.

……

"A pot of Huadiao wine." Ning Qing seemed to be a regular customer here, so she found a box with ease, but Qinghe was not interested in the luxurious and warm box, and chose a seat by the window.

Ning Qing followed him to the small table by the window and poured him a glass of wine herself.

Accompanied by the sound of Huadiao wine falling into the glass, she had a calm expression, "Sitting here must be to see him for the first time."

Qinghe let out an 'en' casually, without denying it.

Ning Qing couldn't help laughing out loud, but the smile didn't reach her eyes, "You're so serious, aren't you afraid that I'll lie to you?"

"It's best not to," Qinghe raised his glass and took a sip, "because the price is not something you can afford."

Ningqing lowered her eyes, "It's just a joke, how dare I really lie to you."

Qinghe didn't have much patience, and he wasted all of it on Gongyilin, so he was too lazy to play guessing games with Ningqing, "Miss Ningqing is here, since it's not just to exchange pleasantries, it's better not to go around the bush."

Ning Qing, "I just want to talk about a rumor about a thousand years ago."

Thousands of years ago, Qinghe could have thought of the disaster of Tianyuan.

"It seems that you have already thought about it," Ning Qing said, "I wonder how much inside information Master Qinghe has about Tianyuan's disaster?"

Qinghe didn't have any hesitation in his eyes, he still looked out of the window, "I'm here, just listen, don't answer."

Ning Qing sighed: "To impress the head teacher, it is really as difficult as impressing a piece of iron." She stood up, walked to the window, looked at the endless stream of figures, and tapped lightly on the window coffin with her fingers. , This action is very similar to Gong Yilin, I don't know if it is a deliberate imitation, or the actions of that person have long been engraved in her soul.

"Tianyuan used to be an obscure sect that lacked financial resources and secret books to support, but it rose suddenly after Tianyuan's disaster." Ning Qing tilted her head slightly, and her eyes fell on Qinghe, "Tianyuan, Tianyuan, but the difference in pronunciation , won't the head teacher think it's just a coincidence?"

She didn't wait for Qinghe's reaction, and continued on by herself, "He left the teacher's school 31 times to pursue the truth, and each time he stayed outside for only a few months and returned without success. After staying for such a long time, the head teacher will not think that it is still a coincidence?"

"The Holy Land of Immortality, Tianyuan, Nagato, his footsteps have stepped on every place related to the long-dead person, wouldn't the head teacher think that these are all coincidences?"

At the end, her tone suddenly rose, although it still sounded good, it was sharp, but Qinghe's eyes on her became colder and colder, and the aura radiating from her body almost made Ningqing spit out a mouthful of blood.

Even so, she raised her chin without the slightest fear. This was a psychological contest and her last chance. She was betting that these words of hers could shake the belief of the people in front of her. Taking root and sprouting will surely create an insurmountable gap between Qinghe and Gongyilin.

It's a pity that the facts are destined to disappoint her.

There was no expression on Qing He's face, his cultivation and mind were far above Ning Qing's, even if Ning Qing never took his eyes off Qing He for half a second and tried to catch every trace of expression on his face, he still couldn't see anything.

Maybe he listened, maybe he didn't.

Ning Qing didn't stay for too long, she left a suspense for herself, not deliberately, but because she was afraid that she would meet Gong Yilin soon, with Gong Yilin's intelligence, once she saw her, she would be able to guess everything about today, then At that time, she really is, there is no chance at all.

After she left, Qinghe's eyes were still looking out of the window. His gaze was as cold as water and as cold as the wine in his glass. After some time, a figure appeared more than 1000 meters away. Qinghe still recognized him at a glance through the crowd. , he got up and walked out of the building.

Gongyilin waved at Qinghe from a long distance, afraid that he would not see him, trotted over, pouted, "Why are you walking so slowly, I thought I would have to chase for a long way."

After finishing speaking, he directly pulled Qinghe's sleeve and walked back.

"Don't you want sweets?"

Gong Yilin shook his head, "No need, Master has changed his mind, what's so delicious about those sweet and greasy things?"

After he finished saying this, no matter how he pulled it, Qinghe's body stood firmly on the spot like a rock.

Gongyilin had no choice but to turn back.

"Why didn't you eat it?" Qing He seemed to have to ask for an answer.

Gongyilin frowned, "Didn't I already tell you, I suddenly don't want to eat."

Qinghe looked at him, motionless.

The two confronted each other in silence. After a long time, Gong Yilin took the lead in a gesture of surrender and pressed the center of his brows, seeming to have a headache, "If I'm not wrong, there are only two places where you can buy sweets. The nearby Luohualou, although Luohualou is near Nagato, the distance is not short, not to mention that Nagato is heavily guarded, and it is impossible to freely enter and exit, there is only one place left, which is... Hualou, cough, that is , um, a brothel."

Qinghe was taken aback.

Gong Yilin turned his face away, with an unnatural expression, "A stupid goose like you, if you go in, you won't be eaten by those female fairies. I'm thinking of you."

His tone became weaker and weaker, but his back became straighter and straighter, as if to prove the authenticity of his words.

A faint smile slowly appeared in Qinghe's eyes, and spread to dispel the thin ice in his eyes. He looked down at the hand that was pulling his sleeve, changed it into a grip, grabbed Gongyilin's wrist, and gently hugged him. he.

This was the first time they hugged, and they were caught off guard, at least for Gong Yilin. He glanced at the surprised eyes of passers-by, and deliberately said old-fashionedly: "Cuddling and hugging on the street, it's just a bad thing for you to do this." symbol of."

Qinghe hugged him even tighter, "Didn't I say..."

"En?" Gong Yilin pricked up his ears.

"...I'm obsessed with ghosts."

Gong Yilin was slightly startled, and immediately the corners of his lips curled up, and he hugged him back.