Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Thousands of species in the world regard other races as heterogeneous, but in one aspect, they are extremely consistent.

All things have curiosity, such as human beings, animals, and ghosts and ghosts.It's just that the degree of curiosity varies from person to person, and all beings are different, just like Qinghe, who can be described as dull, and the few curiosity is completely wasted on Gongyilin.The doom squirrel is the opposite. Its curiosity is so strong that it can melt itself away when it is burned.

Just like now, it is struggling to dig a tunnel, galloping underneath, not to be left behind by Gongyilin and Qinghe, but in its heart, it is always thinking about the reason why Qinghe is willing to put aside his unhappiness and lead Gongyilin to move forward at a high speed.

Like a feather tickling at the tip of my heart, all my thoughts are fruitless.

How did it know that Gongyilin persuaded Qinghe with just a few words:

——I just want to ride on your back.

A sentence full of erotic desire can most arouse thousands of reverie.

Skyrocketing up to ninety thousand miles, in the darkness of silence, Gongyilin truly felt the unfathomable height of the sky, lowered his head and said to Qinghe: "What do you think the world will be like after ascension?"

Qinghe didn't answer, and the wind whistled past his ears. Gongyilin said to himself: "Will it be different from the current world, where monks still fight and fight for resources, or is it a paradise where there is nothing to contend with?"

"At least the sky there will be higher." The words fell lightly in his ears, and the corner of Gongyilin's mouth twitched, "Your answers are always unique."

There were a few figures vaguely ahead, revealed under the flickering fire of Huang Quan, Gong Yilin said in a low voice: "Go down first."

Kunpeng's snow-white wings gradually closed, leaned over and slammed down. Like a sharp sword, a white light was drawn in the darkness, and it went straight to the ground. Because of the dive, its broad back was almost at a ninety-degree angle. Gongyilin's arms were rigid. He hugged Kunpeng's neck to prevent himself from being thrown off.

"You can't fly more gently!" Gongyilin gritted his teeth in its ear.

"Oh?" Qinghe said indifferently: "I thought you would be eager to see your old acquaintance for a while."

At fault first, Gong Yilin could only squeeze his arms tightly. The extremely fast flight made the wind in the sky still become a wind blade. He buried his face in the soft feathers, and put more force on his hands.

"If you fly so fast again, I'll strangle you to death."

It was said that a smile flashed across the deep pupils that belonged exclusively to the Kunpeng clan, but the speed did not slow down at all.

Touching the muddy ground under his feet again, Gongyilin took a deep breath and said: "Humans are indeed a kind of creature suitable for living on the ground. From this point of view, there is no benefit from heaven," he said without forgetting to shake his head , sighed long and short: "The world only knows how to ascend, so it's actually good to be a stable monk?"

Qinghe has returned to the form of a human being, and he glanced at him from the corner of his eye when he heard this, "What is the purpose of your cultivation?"

Gong Yilin: "It is more convenient to serve cheating and abduction."

Qinghe: ...

"Just kidding," Gongyilin laughed dryly, and said, "Actually, I don't have any purpose in cultivating, it's just that I don't want others to be better than me and live a better life than me."

Especially those rare and exotic fruits, Lingzhu Tianbao, wouldn't it be wasteful if he didn't enjoy them?

Kunpeng's flying speed is too fast, even if the doom squirrel can rank among the top three in this continent in terms of ground travel speed, and has already used all its strength, it was exhausted and out of breath at this time, so it arrived.

When he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when he heard such shameless words for the first time, the doomed squirrel raised its paw, almost exhausted and stimulated, and fainted.

It is never a wise choice to be with such a cunning human being.

It was too late to turn around now, Gong Yilin had already noticed the movement underground, and said in a slightly playful tone: "Unexpectedly, this squirrel looks short and ugly, with short legs, but the speed is pretty good."

The doom squirrel poked its head out of the ground, and then broke out of the ground with its whole body. In a short period of time, it has learned not to care too much about this scheming human being, otherwise it will only suffer from itself.

It has to be said that this decision was quite wise. Seeing the doom squirrel standing in place like a puppet, Gong Yilin lost interest and refocused on the few figures seen in mid-air .

"Conservatively, we're still [-] meters away from them." Gong Yilin rubbed his thumb against the pad of his index finger, thinking for a moment, "Come closer, but not too close."

Qinghe, "Aren't you still worried about the safety of Yuhuang's daughter?"

"Here, I only believe in you and me. Others, with past friendships, will definitely not be saved, but basic vigilance is still necessary." Gong Yilin blinked at him, "Little Ming important."

Qinghe shook his head, put his arm on his shoulder, "Let's go, I'm here, no one can touch you."

Hiding in the dark is obviously not Qinghe's favorite style of doing things.

Gongyilin was also very straightforward, "Just as you said, go directly to meet them."

Now that he has made a decision, there is no need to cover up his whereabouts, and he simply shines the light of Huang Quanhuo. Soon, Emperor Yu noticed the movement behind him and stopped.

Seeing his footsteps stop, Ning Qing frowned slightly, "Father, what happened?"

"Someone is here." Yuhuang said.

Ning Qing turned her head, only to see a little starlight appearing in the darkness, bright and bright.

It's hard to tell whether it's an enemy or a friend. In this secret place, it's not a pleasant thing to be followed by someone at any time. Ning Qing raised her vigilance, "Who is it?"

The person at the starlight place in the darkness didn't answer, Ning Qing frowned even tighter, pulled out the saber at his waist, raised his hand and slashed across, the red light of the knife was like a blood-stained sickle, piercing the darkness, it's a pity that the sharp light of the knife But like a stone, it sank into the boundless sea and disappeared without a sound.

Ning Qing wanted to strike again, but was stopped by Emperor Yu.

Emperor Yu gently pressed her wrist, "There is no need to try again."

Although she didn't know why he made this decision, Ning Qing still put away her saber obediently, even so, her eyes were firmly fixed on the approaching light source.

"Pointing at an old friend with a blade, Ning Qing, this is not a good way to welcome."

When the familiar voice came, Ning Qing put down her vigilance, her brows were stained with joy, "It's you?"

A little displeasure flashed in Yuhuang's eyes, in essence, he was extremely disliked by Gongyilin, not only because of his rude words before, but also because of his evil spirit in his life, Ning Qing's liking for Gongyilin was what really made Yuhuang feel like a stick in his throat , the daughter he loves the most, has her own heart but is not a good match. It is indeed a terrible thing.

What was even worse was that Gong Yilin didn't put his mind on Ning Qing at all.

Yu Huang, who has lived for tens of thousands of years, can see this at a glance, and Ning Qing, who is still young and experienced, can also clearly feel it, but she is the kind who either doesn't care about it, and once she picks it up, she can't get it back. The character of letting go easily.

Gong Yilin didn't know what kind of waves his arrival would cause in other people's hearts, but he still greeted Ning Qing familiarly, "It seems that fate is not shallow, and we can still meet in such a big secret realm."

Ning Qing tilted her head and smiled at him, "Who says it's not... It's a rare coincidence, since it's better to meet..."

"Let's go together." Gong Yilin accepted her words.

The corners of Ning Qing's mouth curved down, but the smile in her eyes deepened. She nodded and turned around, making sure that Gong Yilin had followed before she started walking.

I don't know when, when she talked with Gong Yilin, she was a little more careful, carefully avoiding her eyes from meeting Qinghe. Maybe it was the last time they broke up in the restaurant, or maybe it was a failure to provoke her. Strangely, the thought of being compared was born.

"Your things." Hearing the familiar voice, she felt warm all over her body, Ning Qing turned her head, and a red feather appeared in front of her eyes.

"This is..." Ning Qing was slightly stunned, "Isn't it because of this that you deliberately chased after him?"

Is he... worried about her?

The doomed squirrel has been hiding in the dark. Hearing this, he sneered in his heart. Just now, Gong Yilin was on guard, and he was not even ready to come out to meet him. The little girl would think, if Gong Yilin really nodded, she didn't know what she would be moved by. appearance.

To its surprise, Gongyilin didn't make any suggestive gestures, "It's just on the way."

He replied, without any pretense.

Hearing his answer, Qinghe felt a little warmth in his eyes.

Ning Qing felt a little disappointed, but still kept smiling.

After she took over the red feather, Gong Yilin asked: "I saw traces of fighting near this red feather, did I encounter some strong enemy?"

Ning Qing pondered for a while, as if she was thinking about how to answer his question. After a while, she slowly said: "It's not a strong enemy, if you have to describe it...it should be, undead."

Undead?

The monks on this continent are very secretive about these two words. It is not how powerful it is, but the meaning it represents. It is a subtle connection between life and death, so that almost no The monks are willing to admit the existence of the undead. They are different from the evil spirits formed by resentment. The existence of the undead means that reincarnation may exist.

Cultivators can transcend life and death, but they cannot control reincarnation, so they prefer that reincarnation does not exist. Once a monk can ascend, he has already transcended reincarnation and has nothing to do with it.

Gong Yilin seemed to have heard some funny words, he had no taboo against 'dead spirits', and even seemed very interested, "Why don't you tell me more about it?"

Ning Qing didn't hide anything, and quickly explained what happened just now.

At first, Gong Yilin still had the mentality of listening to the story, but as Ning Qing explained, his eyes gradually became more serious, until finally he fell into deep thought.