Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Gongyilin had a straight face, his eyes were full of confusion, and he tried his best to create a false appearance of my innocence, but Qinghe had already become immune to his appearance.

Qinghe's eyes penetrated through layers of darkness, and finally stopped at one place——

"Whether it goes or stays is up to you."

Although Qinghe is more inclined to bring the doom squirrel with him, after all, it is safer to tie unknown things to a visible surface, but if this matter really makes Gongyilin unhappy, no matter how much he thinks about it, He won't make up his mind either.

Uncharacteristically, Gongyilin didn't make a decision right away, but rubbed his chin lightly with his fingertips, as if he was in deep thought. Soon, he made a decision, and a dark light flashed in his eyes, "Take it."

Three words blurted out loudly.

Just as Qinghe wanted to nod his head in relief and say a few words of appreciation, he heard Gongyilin add: "But the premise is to cover his face."

squeak!

There was a sharp cry in the darkness, like a saw sawing through a giant tree. The noise made by the friction made people feel uncomfortable instinctively.

This is the unique cry of the doomed squirrel. According to ancient books, the sound of the doomed squirrel is like a chicken crowing, like a cicada, and the current extreme hissing means that the anger of the doomed squirrel itself has been burned to the extreme.

Gongyilin: "Look, it agreed, and even cheered."

Qinghe: ...

Until the end, the doomed squirrel didn't wear a ridiculous mask. Qinghe couldn't do such a stupid thing with his own hands, and Gong Yilin didn't force it. Anyway, the doomed squirrel just followed in the dark silently, and he couldn't see it.

Going forward, basically no monsters were encountered, but Gong Yilin's expression did not relax at all, his eyes were even slightly narrowed, and his ears caught every subtle sound coming from the wind.

"Do you think it's a little strange?" Parked in a canyon, Gongyilin asked suddenly.

Qinghe nodded, in fact he noticed something was wrong earlier than Gongyilin.

Gong Yilin said: "The route we took was carefully selected by me. It stands to reason that we should have been able to meet some of them, and we even took a shortcut, so we can outflank them."

The word 'outflank' has already pointed out Gong Yilin's intentions, thinking of taking advantage of the black and hitting a sap hard.

"But along the way, apart from this bad luck squirrel and the monsters along the way, there is no trouble."

Quiet, so quiet that it almost seemed unreal to him.

Qinghe said slowly: "There is always an end to the road. Since you have chosen this road, why not continue walking, what lies ahead will always be clear at a glance."

Gong Yilin nodded, and just as he was about to step on the road again, his eyes narrowed slightly, "There is a voice."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and listened carefully to the sound coming from afar.

His hearing is excellent, almost comparable to Qinghe's eyes that can see in the dark.

"...very faint, like a person's breathing."

Gongyilin's eyes flashed, "When do you say that a person will breathe intermittently, it varies from shallow to shallow."

Qinghe: "Let's go to Wushan for the joy of fish and water."

"..." Gong Yilin's lips trembled, pretending not to understand his hint, and coughing, "Of course it's time to die."

Qinghe looked at Gongyilin from top to bottom, then nodded, "You're right."

"It's not the kind of desire to die." Gong Yilin pressed his temples and said with a headache: "There is probably someone in front who is about to die."

"En." Qinghe nodded his head, pointed his toes, easily passed Gongyilin, and flew forward.

"So I pretended not to understand on purpose." Seeing his elegant figure, Gong Yilin secretly cursed 'shameless' a few times, and followed him up.

Behind him, the doomed squirrel in the darkness pawed the ground quickly, and after a while, it sneaked into the dug tunnel and moved forward unimpeded underground.

Darkness can cover a person's vision, but it cannot cover up his sense of smell, especially the smell of blood. He will infinitely magnify it in an absolutely quiet and dark environment.

In order to prevent fraud, Gong Yilin did not step forward immediately, but stood behind Qinghe, carefully observed the surrounding terrain, and made sure that no one was hiding in the dark and waiting for a surprise attack before he stepped forward.

Even though he had observed carefully, Gong Yilin was ready to retreat with his hands hidden in his sleeves, holding a spinning star-shaped boomerang. As a hidden weapon, he was not only guarding against people who might appear suddenly, Also guard against the wounded lying on the ground.

Qinghe held his wrist, shook his head slightly, "There's no need to prepare, he's dying soon."

Gongyilin was startled, and magnified the flames at his fingertips. This was a very risky move. The bloody smell in the air proved that a tragic fight took place here not long ago. Now it is possible that the winner of this fight is still alive. Before going far, he rashly turned on the flames, and it is very likely that they will be recruited back.

But right now, this is something that has to be done. If you want to find out the whole story, you must first know the identity of the person lying on the ground.

The clothes of the people on the ground were torn in many places. It is not difficult to see that he was injured by a sword. The fierce sword wind even left large and small gashes on his face. The whole face was covered with blood, and it was difficult to distinguish the specific who is it.

One of the few advantages of Gongyilin is that his memory is extremely strong. From the general outline of the person alone, the facial features and facial features can already be matched with a face in memory.

It's not someone who has such an unforgettable memory, but he just had some impressions from a quick glance, "He was the craftsman who entered the Du'e gate with me, and he should have been assigned to the first group at that time."

Gong Yilin raised his head and thought for a while, "I remember that in the main hall, he chose to follow Mrs. Bai."

He knelt down, brushed away the sticky hair around the ears of the half-dead artisan, and said in a soft and bewitching voice, "Who hurt you, where is Mrs. Bai?"

"Save..." A trembling hand stretched out, "Save me."

Gong Yilin shook his head, "You are hopeless, but tell me about your enemy now, maybe I will avenge you."

"Help me," the man kept repeating these two words, his face was already showing death, but his eyes were full of desire to survive.

Gongyilin sighed. The Grand Competition of Artifact Refiners was originally the dream of countless Artifact Masters. The big family recruited, but this year happened to coincide with the century-old agreement, and all kinds of conspiracies and tricks emerged one after another. These refiners who should have enjoyed glory could only become victims of a conspiracy competition.

"Please... save me..." After saying these words, the eyes of the dying craftsman opened wide, and his chest didn't rise or fall anymore.

"The heart vein was almost severed by a sword, even the most brilliant healing medicine will be powerless." Gong Yilin couldn't help but think of Chang Le, who was also young, and participated in the Artifact Master Competition with enthusiasm, but he didn't know her Is it still alive now.

"It's not your fault." Qinghe stood beside him and said in relief.

Gong Yilin stretched out his hand to help the refiner close his eyes, "I never blame myself for the death of others." His eyes narrowed, "Grand Competition of the refiner, I do have many ways to prevent it from being held, but Blocking is worse than sparse, even if it is successfully blocked this time, there will be a next time soon. The century-old agreement has come, "Climbing the Immortal Ladder" has come out, in order to get this legendary picture scroll, there will always be endless tricks, Countless people were buried with him."

He changed the topic, "So I only believe in absolute power." With Huang Quanhuo in his body, he is in alchemy, and the refiner may not be without talent, but Gong Yilin has invested all his energy and means in martial arts, and would rather be on martial arts. Xia is very cruel, and he is unwilling to invest a single point in alchemy and refining equipment.

Qinghe didn't make a sound. It was difficult for him to comment on Gongyilin's right or wrong. People from all walks of life and ethnic groups have their own ways of dealing with the world. enough.

"There is still a strange fragrance in the air, leaning towards the sweet pollen smell," Gong Yilin sniffed carefully, "Madam Bai should have been here not long ago."

"The title of 'Thousand Poison Hands' is not for nothing. Presumably this craftsman did not die under her hands." Qinghe said lightly.

Gong Yilin nodded, "Madam Bai is good at poison, it is impossible for her to have such an achievement in the way of swordsmanship, besides, she is not a fool. In such an environment, the weapon refiner with the strange fire undoubtedly plays the role of a pair of eyes. Without this A craftsman is leading the way, I'm afraid she's just like a headless chicken, wandering around indiscriminately."

His eyes swept over the refiner whose body was getting colder on the ground, "The two of them must have encountered another force here, and after a life-and-death struggle, Mrs. Bai took care of herself and left, leaving the refiner behind to wait." die."

Gong Yilin frowned slightly, "I wouldn't dare to be careless about Mrs. Bai's poison. To drive her to such a degree, the other party must be a great character."

Qinghe stared straight ahead. From the beginning to the end, he did not pay too much attention to the dead craftsman, "Which way do you want to go?"

Gongyilin raised his head, only to find that a road in front of him diverged into two forks, one on the left and the other on the right. The one on the left was densely forested, while the one on the right was lined with strange rocks. It looked like a mountain road, extending steeply upwards. where.

His eyes swept into the darkness intentionally or unintentionally, looked at the doomed squirrel and said, "Which way do you want to go?"

The doom squirrel flicked its tail, and pointed the tip of its tail at the steeper mountain road on the right without hesitation.

"Understood," Gongyilin nodded, "take the densely forested road on the left."

After finishing speaking, he strode forward, ignoring the doomed squirrel in the dark with a confused face.