Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

About ten feet ahead was a hidden cave. Gong Yilin stepped forward, retracted, and then retreated.

"I've thought about it," Gongyi Lin said with a smirk, "For monks of my generation, safety is the most important thing on the way of cultivation, and safety is the first." He took two quick steps back as he spoke.

The little bird in the sleeve got annoyed and patted his hand with its wings impatiently.

So cool!

It didn't use much power, just to wake it up, the thorough coolness still remained on the snow-white wings, life was extinct, the rare coolness, the pulsation of the blood was basically not felt.After the death of the living beings, the souls linger, and they suck the essence and blood in the state of primordial spirits to practice ghosts. Among them, there is a one in ten thousand chance of reuniting with the remnants.

But Kunpeng sneered at the fact that Gongyilin was carrying supreme luck. He could wake up the black dragon with a random howl, so he must have been lucky.

Just as it fell into meditation, Gongyilin had already stepped forward, pushed aside the dead branches and leaves, and a narrow cave revealed its embryonic form.

It was daytime now, and the view in the cave was dim, but an elder was still clearly visible feeding water to the person lying on the ground. Hearing the noise, the elder pulled out the sword at the waist of the person lying on the ground without saying a word and stabbed at him.

Gong Yilin pretended to dodge it, but he was relieved in private. This person is not a martial arts practitioner, at most he has some fists and kicks. That sword is not bad, and it exudes a murderous aura. The real powerful one should be the owner of the sword. , Unfortunately, he was lying on the ground, dying.

The clothes on the wounded man's chest were almost soaked in blood, but his consciousness was still there. It could be seen that he was a tough man, "Let him go, my life, you can take it away."

Gong Yilin glanced at the elder whose legs were trembling. The two men were very different in terms of clothing and courage, and somehow they were related.

The good-looking fingers inadvertently hooked the feathers of the little bird, signaling it to be calm, and then pretended to be a frightened literati, "Brother, you, what are you talking about?"

The people on the ground frowned, "Why, aren't you from the same group?"

Gong Yilin suddenly realized, "Are you referring to the gang of vicious people riding horses? Just now I met them at the foot of the mountain and asked me if I saw a wounded person. So it was you."

His trouser belt was thrown away on a tree by a little bird before, and now he was dressed in a mess, with a piece of sleeve broken, which added a bit of persuasiveness to his words.

"Did you tell them?" the elder lost his voice.Suddenly, he slapped himself hard again, and murmured: "I was really scared, you have never seen us before, how can you tell them our whereabouts?"

Gong Yilin's face turned pale and said: "I think those people are not good people, they might be bandits. I thought that some people might be murdered, so I sneaked up the mountain to see if I can help you."

"Help?" The man on the ground sneered, "As for your small body that was blown down by the wind, you should leave quickly."

To put it simply, Gong Yilin has a general understanding of this person's temperament, his face is cold and his heart is warm, and he drove him away because he was afraid that he would cause trouble to his upper body.

I saw Gongyi Lin's thin lips trembling a little, but his expression was firm and he said: "My father once said that as a doctor, you should hang a pot to help the world. Although my medical skills are average, I will definitely not do such a thing as dying!"

The little bird in the sleeve finally understood at this moment why the fairy puppet couldn't bear it back then, and gave him a 'pooh'. Although he couldn't see Gongyilin's expression at this time, he could imagine from his tone that the other party was How upright and upright, upright.

"Doctor?" The other two repeated in unison. The elder was even more surprised. He stepped forward and looked at the injured man excitedly, "Great! You are saved."

There was also some surprise in the eyes of the injured man, he struggled to get up and bowed, "If you get out of trouble this time, I will thank you two for your great kindness in the future."

"It's absolutely impossible," Gongyi Lin Xu helped him up, "It's the duty of a doctor to save lives and heal the wounded, so saying that would break me."

The elder couldn't help shaking his head, "When the road is injustice, I draw my sword to help. Although I am old, I understand this truth very well."

The little bird in the sleeve chirped disdainfully. It seemed that the elder was not related to the injured man, but he dared to risk his own life to save others. Judging by his clothes, the injured man should belong to a certain party. The guards of the guards, martial arts are not bad, and those who can make such people willing to be guards must have great skills. Now they are mixed with a public instrument forest, which can be called a beast in clothes. This combination is absolutely perfect.

"Meeting is fate." I don't know whether this sentence is addressed to the two people in front of me, or to the little bird.

"River of the same feather." A flat voice came from his mind.

"It depends on the person. You and I are a match made in heaven." Gong Yilin said in a low voice.

The little bird simply closed its eyes and ignored this thick-skinned person.

Gong Yilin took full advantage of his words, restrained himself in time, and lowered his head to check the man's injuries.

"Fortunately, it's just a flesh wound. The incision was a bit deeper, but at least it didn't hurt the bone." As he spoke, Gong Yilin took out a blue porcelain bottle from his bosom. As soon as he uncorked it, a refreshing smell emanated from it. .

After pouring the medicinal powder on the man's wound, Gong Yilin frowned slightly, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

Seeing Gongyilin's reluctance to give up, and through the fragrance that was emitted just now, the injured man judged that the medicine was worth a lot, and he immediately stated that he would make compensation afterwards.

Gong Yilin disagreed and said: "Prescribe the right medicine, no matter how much compensation you get, it's just something outside your body."

"Mr. Gao Yi." The man even added a title, gratefully saying: "But after all, thanks to Mr.'s kindness, he will definitely be rewarded afterward."

Gong Yilin hummed vaguely.

Also panacea?The little bird with its eyes closed, opened its black bean eyes, smelled the lingering fragrance in the air, and was sure it was just an ordinary hemostasis powder. As for why the fragrance was emitted, it was probably Gong Yilin's secret manipulation.If it hadn't been for the temporary recovery of its cultivation base, it would have closed its five senses long ago, and it would be pure if it couldn't see it.

Under the nourishment of the so-called 'precious medicine', whether it was due to psychological effects, the man's injury probably recovered the next day.Gongyilin's cultivation has recovered a little after a night of punching the acupoints.

"The two rescued me. I'm afraid it's not good to stay here for a long time. It's better to find another place to go. I will cover all the expenses."

Gongyilin sighed secretly, "I'm alone, don't worry about me."

The elder also said: "I am getting old, and my wife and children have passed away one after another due to accidents. If you really want to repay this kindness, just help find a job to make ends meet."

A dark light flashed in Gongyilin's eyes. Someone actually had the same calculation as him. Looking for a job at this age, it is easy to be bullied. Based on his knowledge of the injured man, this person will never sit idly by.

Sure enough, the man thought for a while, "I have a job. You can go with me if it's convenient." The elder took him in regardless of his life, and there was a kind of arrogance in his bones. insult.

"I don't need any reward," Gong Yilin said immediately, "I was supposed to go to the imperial capital in two days, but the date just happened to be moved up."

"Sir, are you going to the imperial capital?"

Gong Yilin nodded. Although he didn't know the suitable identity of the man, if he guessed correctly, the power he is loyal to should be in the imperial capital.

"It's just right, I'm going back to report. My husband can come with me, and I'll have someone to take care of me on the way."

Gongyilin smiled and said, "If that's the case, it will be troublesome."

"It's a little effort," the man said, "I haven't asked for your name, sir."

"Gongyilin."

"Brother Gongyi." The man cupped his fists.

Gongyilin returned a salute.

"this……"

"My surname is Lin." The elder responded readily, "You can call me Lin Bo."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

The annual meeting is here, and the host Xian Puppet came onto the stage, "The first program is a song from Tianyuan Kunpeng. Please warmly welcome everyone."

Amidst a burst of applause, the huge Kunpeng descended on the stage, with its wings wrapped around the microphone, looking at Gongyilin, raised its neck and sang aloud:

"Simply speak and speak simply

Progressive emotions please omit

you are not an actor

don't design those plots

No comment, I just want to see how you are round

……

I, who should be acting with you, turn a blind eye

forcing someone who loves you to improvise

......"

Afterwards, reporter Xiaoya asked Gong Yilin what he thought of the song Kunpeng chose that day.

Gong Yilin: "Life is like a play, and acting is the most important thing. It is jealous of my adaptability."

Reporter Xiaoya: If you were asked to sing a song for Kunpeng, what would you choose?

Gongyi Lin Xiemei smiled: "I am a little bird."