Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

"Are you afraid of me?" The friar in white revealed a slight surprise in his tone.

It was at this moment that Gongyilin felt that what was in front of him was not an illusion constructed by resentment, but a living person with thoughts and flesh and blood!

"Huh?" Not far away, Kunpeng retracted its wings, and a faint brilliance lingered around it. When it opened its eyes again, it looked like a cold monk.Qinghe walked to Gongyilin's side, and said through voice transmission: "It's a bit weird."

Gongyilin nodded, let go of his five senses, and tried his best not to let go of any changes around him. Soon, he was sure that there was only himself, Qinghe, and the image of the senior brother, Ning Qing and Yuhuang, who were suspected to be made of resentment. Not in this illusion.

"Follow me." The monk in white said lightly, turned and walked forward, not caring about the suspicion that Gong Yilin showed just now.

Gongyilin and Qinghe looked at each other and chose to follow.

Along the way, the monk in white didn't speak, and Gongyilin didn't feel embarrassed. His eyes moved to midair from time to time. I don't know if it was his illusion. The sky that was originally just dark clouds became more and more gloomy, and there were some red cracks in the middle, like It is the mouth of a huge monster, and it will open its mouth to devour everything in the next moment.

"Where are you taking me?" Gong Yilin asked after walking several miles.

"It's just a short cut. Could it be that you really want to cross mountains and ridges to reach your destination?"

What the monitor lizard said earlier suddenly appeared in Gongyilin's mind. He climbed over 36 peaks, walked through muddy wetlands, and crossed the raging waves of the coast before he could reach his destination.

"The "Star Picking Art" has been cultivated to the extreme and can draw the power of the stars. It is not a legend. If the giant lizard wants to escape from here, its own strength is far from enough, and it needs the power of the sun, the moon and the stars." The white-clothed monk's voice came from the front. came.

Gongyilin curled his lips, that's why he hated talking to this person, this kind of existence who seemed to be able to guess other people's minds just by looking at his back was not pleasant at all.

"You haven't answered me yet, where are you going now?"

The monk in white turned around, as if he couldn't understand why Gong Yilin would ask such a question, "You have become stupid."

This is the conclusion he finally came to.

When Gong Yilin could still fight back, he said another sentence calmly, but it stopped in Gong Yilin's ear like a stormy sea, "Of course I will take you to get married."

Gongyilin stood there dumbfounded as if possessed.

The monk in white pointed to Qinghe, "Good match."

Pointing to himself again, "Gao Tang."

Looking up, "It's an auspicious day."

Gong Yilin, "Your sister!"

As soon as the words fell, the person had already been thrown several miles away, but fortunately Qinghe caught him in time.

The monk in white, "Swearing, it's not good."

Qinghe's pretty eyebrows frowned, even though Gongyilin's words were always open, it didn't mean he could tolerate others attacking him in front of him.

The white-clothed monk saw the murderous intent in his eyes clearly, and without the slightest bit of annoyance, he said without thinking, "It's good to protect your weaknesses." Then he turned around and continued walking forward.

Gongyilin straightened up, broke free from Qinghe's arms, and fixed his eyes on the white figure in front of him, "No matter how powerful a person's resentment is, it will definitely not reach such strength."

Just as he was speaking, he could vaguely hear the sound of swords and swords intertwining.

But looking around, no one was fighting, not even a human figure.

"What we are in now is a separate space surrounded by a layer of natural barriers. What you hear is fighting from the outside world." The monk in white explained that he seemed to have infinite patience here in Gongyilin.

Hearing the words, Gong Yilin was refreshed, stepped forward and moved a few steps to the left, touched the void with his hand in mid-air, as if feeling something, "Could this be the legendary Two-dimensional wall?"

I don't know if it was his illusion, but when he uttered these words, he seemed to see the friar in white staggering and not standing firmly.

Fingertips, the white-clothed monk turned around abruptly, losing his composure for the first time, and said viciously, "Don't use the vocabulary I taught you indiscriminately."

Gong Yilin, "Knowledge becomes valuable only when it is used."

The white-clothed monk completely gave up communicating with him, and no longer cared about trivial vocabulary problems. He drew a circle in front of him with his index finger, and the yellow sand surged in an instant. Thousands of yellow particles broke out at a speed visible to the naked eye, and accumulated into one Humanoid.

In just a few blinks of an eye, eleven sandmen formed of loess stood neatly in two vertical rows. The monk in white snapped his fingers, and the eleven sandmen had a suona in their hands.

Gongyilin was angry with an ominous premonition, "What do you want to do?"

The monk in white raised a gentle smile. From Gongyilin's point of view, the beast opened its mouth and exposed its fangs. "Of course I want to see you get married, and fulfill my unfulfilled wish."

White paper and copper coins are scattered on the yellow sand land.

Of course, Gongyilin knew what these scattered coins were. The paper copper coins with round and square holes were reserved for the dead. Its other name is more familiar to people-"Ming coins".

"You want..." Before the last few words were uttered, the suona's voice sounded, simple and vicissitudes, echoing between heaven and earth.

"A good day, a good match, and an auspicious day in the zodiac should make a match made in heaven." The monk in white said indifferently, his eyes were dull, as if he had completed a task.

If there is a table now, Gong Yilin will definitely smash the table to express the anger in his heart, only to see him grit his teeth and say indignantly, "Even if I get married, my lord, I will definitely not marry a yin relative."

Hearing this, the monk in white narrowed his eyes, "Are you not happy?"

His words were cold, as if Gong Yilin would make some unpredictable actions the next moment if he answered yes.Sensing the coldness on the monk in white, Qinghe stood silently at the place closest to Gongyilin, his eyes fixed on every move of the monk in white.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little stiff.

It wouldn't be surprising if blood spattered three feet in the next moment.

After all, resentment is just resentment, it retains some chaotic memories of people before death, and what supports their existence is that kind of resentment, the unfulfilled wish before death, if anyone tries to block it, gods will block and kill gods, and demons will block and slay demons.

"Don't irritate it yet." Qinghe was about to remind him. After all, it is impossible to estimate how much power this resentment left behind in his master's life, but according to what Gong Yilin had inadvertently talked about in the past, even if it only had one-tenth of the power , is not easy to deal with.

But before he could say anything, Gong Yilin had already taken action, and he slapped his thigh, "That's all I'm going to talk about today, young master, I'm not going to marry a yin relative!"

The monk in white frowned slightly, his eyes were cold and stern.

Qinghe's hand hidden in his sleeve has already been curled up, and he will be the first to launch a fatal attack in the next moment.

At the critical moment, Gong Yilin spoke again, "Of course, for the sake of you being my senior brother, this marriage can be concluded."

The monk in white frowned even more, obviously not understanding why a person's front and back attitudes would change so much in just a short moment.

After finishing speaking, Gongyilin showed a shy and shy smile on his face, like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old who has just learned about the world. , officiate the wedding on behalf of my parents."

The monk in white, "What? You think I'm not qualified?"

"Of course not," Gongyilin vetoed, "It's just that I have no relatives since I was a child. Master doesn't love me, and I don't have many friends. In my heart, only you, brother, are my most trusted and most worthy family members... So, I hope you will take more care of the dowry issue."

"Seven to eight thousand catties of gold and emeralds are enough. Is that person floating in the rivers and lakes? Many people don't understand my character. They prefer to treat the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. If there is any disagreement, I will fight and kill. Therefore, the secrets of the exercises Also come with a thousand or eight hundred copies, it doesn't have to be too new, it doesn't have to be popular, at least it has to be the kind that has been lost for a hundred years..."

After talking eloquently for a lengthy paragraph, Gong Yilin didn't realize that he had obviously reached a state of ecstasy.

Qinghe couldn't help being distracted. In fact, in a duel between masters, especially when the enemy's situation is unknown, a little distraction would be fatal. However, Qinghe still made this low-level mistake, saying these tens of thousands of words in Gongyilin. Finally, he silently calculated his belongings, including the assets of the entire Tianyuan.

In the end I found out... not enough!

As a result, his thinking became more scattered, from being distracted to being distracted. With a very high IQ, he quickly deduced a map, and the several sects closest to Tianyuan had detailed plans for their family backgrounds.

It's a pity that the bigger the sect is, the more self-confident it is, and it hates real money. Soon, Qinghe turned his mind on the demons.

Greedy, jealous, and indulgent, the demons love nothing more than golden jewels and jade hairpins, corrupt and luxurious.

If the property of the demon clan can be collected in the hands, it can barely make up enough. It seems that it is necessary to unite with the great super sect this time to discuss the plan of eliminating demons and defending the way.

It was Gongyilin who woke him up. Qinghe felt that his sleeve had been pulled lightly. When he came back to his senses, he saw Gongyilin looking at him with innocent eyes, "What are you thinking?"

Qinghe's eyes are far away, and his words carry a deep meaning: "The future."

The future of looting.

Fortunately, Gongyilin didn't pay much attention to him now, otherwise, with his usual keenness, he would definitely be aware of Qinghe's weirdness.

At this moment, his eyelashes fluttered, like the trembling wings of a butterfly, and he looked at the monk in white with some flattery in his eyes, "What do you think, senior brother?"

The monk in white looked down at him, and only answered with one word, "Okay."

Neat.

Qinghe standing beside Gongyilin frowned, a dead person has more capital than him?

Gongyilin's eyes immediately became bright. At this moment, the annoying suona, the weird sandman, and the ominous marriage in the dark are nothing in his eyes. The flowers are all in bloom.

The senior brother owned countless rare birds and beasts, hundreds of treasure mountains of spirit stones, not to mention the cultivation secret books, he himself is a master of various schools of thought.

All these things disappeared after his death.

Gongyilin rubbed his hands secretly, unexpectedly today, he was lucky enough to take over, even if it was only part of it, it was a mess!

The undead possessed the memories of the master's life. Although they were incomplete, there was no guarantee that there would be a part about the whereabouts of the treasure.

"Where is it?" Gongyilin swallowed, and asked expectantly.

As soon as the monk in white raised his hand, hundreds of wooden boxes fell from the sky. Qinghe hugged Gongyilin's waist and flew back several hundred feet. Before him, the wooden box sank to the ground. Due to gravity, half of the box was submerged in the ground. Among the yellow sand.

No, it was more like a coffin than a wooden box, and they were connected by a red ribbon tied with a bow.

Instead of being frightened by the situation, Gong Yilin leaned out half of his body, lifted up a huge wooden box with his hands, and when the lid was opened a crack, he could already see a corner of it.

There are all magic tools and treasures, but I don't know if it is because of a thin layer of dust in the air, their colors are a bit dim.

The moment the box was completely opened, Gong Yilin finally saw the whole picture clearly, and stood there dumbfounded, without making a sound for a long time.

After a long time, he stretched out his finger and tapped lightly, with a 'pop' sound, a small hole appeared in the middle of the seemingly valuable treasure.

Gongyilin raised his head at a 45-degree angle, with a look of astonishment on his face, "It's paper?"

The friar in white reminded him, "You are a yin relative, and it would be too unlucky to use a genuine dowry."

"Baoqi?" As if waking up from a big dream, Gong Yilin's eyes slowly opened wide, and he was about to rush over with his sleeves up, "Baoqi, bad luck to your family, I call you bad luck..."

Qinghe hugged his waist from behind to prevent him from rushing forward.

Gong Yilin, "Let go of me, I'm going to fight him today!"

Qinghe sighed, "You can express it in another word."

Gong Yilin, "He and I can only live together. From now on, there will be him without me!"

"You are all dead." Qinghe reminded.

What is the comparison between a ghost cultivator and an undead?

Gongyilin: ...