Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

No matter what kind of thoughts they have, whether it is the Dragon Clan on stage or the people watching the show, it will not affect the two who are in a delicate confrontation at this moment.

Gongyilin asked with a half-smile, "Do you still need to vote?"

"King." Hearing this, other dragons shouted anxiously. It seemed that as long as the Amethyst Dragon King gave an order, they would rush up and turn the venue upside down.

Zijing Dragon King looked at Gongyilin with an expression as cold as ice, and raised his left hand in a 'stop' gesture, signaling the rest of the dragons not to act rashly.

"This battle is considered a draw."

There are three reasons why the Amethyst Dragon King chose to compromise: firstly, there are young dragons in the team today, and for the dragons who are struggling to reproduce, the safety of the young dragons is above all else, and even the dragon's favorite money is far inferior; He has no chance of winning, and the current situation is faintly leaning towards Gongyilin, unless force is used to coerce the voters to subdue. Having said that, let alone a lot of powerful monks came to the scene, once he makes a move, he is not sure of winning against Shangqinghe ;The last reason, and the most important one, is that beautiful worm. If it is really like what Gongyilin said, this worm is an accompanying Gu. Once Gongyilin makes any mistakes, it will also be distracted. .

In fact, there is another reason that Zijing Dragon King subconsciously wants to ignore. He also has a cognition in his heart. The opponent played the last hole card, which would have dire consequences for both parties.

When speaking, Zijing Dragon King's eyes were fixed on Gongyilin. A draw was already the biggest concession he could make. If the other party didn't know what to do, he didn't mind fighting for both sides.

Gong Yilin was also thinking at this time. The Dragon Clan is famous for its pride and bravery. The Amethyst Dragon King is one of the Dragon Kings. Being able to say a draw should already be the biggest concession he can make. There are so many benefits, and he has a care in his heart, Gong Yilin nodded and smiled: "Just as the Dragon King said."

"A tie? What is this?" The words of the two people spread to everyone's ears. They were naturally unwilling, and handed over a low-grade treasure to watch a good show. The people who came had more or less shameful intentions. Now How could they be willing to end up in a tie with a few random words from the parties?

"Everyone, please listen to me." Gong Yilin turned around and looked around, only to hear him say in a voice full of emotion: "Everyone who comes here thinks highly of Tianyuan."

Everyone nodded, it was because they were too respected that they wanted to destroy Tianyuan's prestige.

"As for the competition between me and the Amethyst Dragon King, I think I have no grudges with the Amethyst Dragon King in the past, and I have no hatred in the near future, but I met once a day by chance, and came to an accidental bet, although I personally feel that the competition has not yet been counted as a draw. It's a pity," Gong Yilin's tone was up and down, and his eyes were red as he spoke.

It seemed that he was really sorry, and his intestines were green.

The people who come from several major sects today are of high status, but not all of them are masters. Masters pay more attention to martial arts cultivation. These people are the real wealth of the sect. They will not show their strength in front of others unless it is absolutely necessary. Today is Tianyuan Compared with their home court, their manpower is weaker in momentum.

But being relatively weak does not mean that they have to give up and come here just to hear you talk about a draw, which is too bad!

"I have waited so hard to come here, and you are too disrespectful of me by acting like this!" A sect elder couldn't help standing up and scolding.

"Your words are too insulting." As if greatly stimulated, Gong Yilin took a step back, pointed to a hilltop and said, "The reason why you come here day and night is because we regard each other as friends. The kind of friends who hold hands with each other.”

There was no sound at all, and as soon as these words came out, the surroundings were so quiet that even a needle falling to the ground could be clearly heard.

Friend, who is your friend?

Someone was about to argue with him, when Gong Yilin looked at the mountain he pointed to with trembling fingers and said, "Of course, there will always be a few people among them who want to make trouble, but fortunately, I have sent the headmaster to take the slanderous words against him." The person who hit him flew away, and returned a piece of pure land in Tianyuan."

A faction's face almost turned pale when he heard this, obviously thinking of their leader being slapped away by Qinghe's slap just now.

The expressions of the rest of the people, including the one who spoke just now, changed their faces. This sentence was obviously a disguised warning to them not to talk too much. Although they wanted to tear this slanderous kid into pieces, they really had to be a little bit afraid of Qinghe's strength. It is not wise to offend a super sect for a low-grade treasure.

"Glamorous." Nalan Yihuang couldn't help frowning when he saw that Gong Yilin had controlled the situation on the court.

The few people who originally wanted to speak looked at me and I looked at you, but none of them wanted to be this early bird.

Seeing that it was almost done, Gong Yilin continued to say impassionedly: "I hope that after today, everyone can work together to continue to maintain our friendship, share weal and woe, and create a glorious era together!"

"Ouch." Someone couldn't help but want to vomit.

Gong Yilin pretended not to hear, and continued to talk about some scenes. Of course, he didn't do things too extreme, but let people entertain the sects who came here, and made a big feast. For some reason, Qinghe also agreed with his nonsense .

For a while, the venue turned from the top of the mountain to the indoors. During the banquet, Gongyi Lin pretended to inadvertently pull the relationship between several middle-level sects, and used words to sow dissension among the big sects. The garden is tilted.

Losing a low-grade treasure and being able to find an ally is a great thing for some middle-level sects, but the big sects feel more balanced when they see other sects feel bad. I think it's actually okay, and it's an acceptable weird state of mind.

There are gains and losses, each cares about each other in their own hearts.

Gong Yilin was a little drunk, his eyes swept over these high-ranking and powerful people, all of them were smiling but he didn't know what he was planning in his heart, and there was a smile of unknown meaning at the corner of his mouth, thinking that it would be a blessing if it was too much, no one would know until the end Who is the final winner.

After drinking for three rounds, the banquet ended, and when they left, some sect leaders toasted Qinghe with smiles on their faces, and some super sect leaders even left one or two rich gifts, which were far more valuable than a low-grade treasure. Even the head of the sect who was slapped by Qinghe and flew to another hill was included in this list. Judging from his expression, not only did he not bear any grudges against Qinghe, he even chatted and laughed with some other heads.

After suffering such a dark loss, it is also a kind of ability to try to recover a little loss in the end.

Gong Yilin wrote down the faces, young or old, some thin, some obese, they stood together in twos and threes, and on the surface they exchanged pleasantries, but in fact they had already divided into camps. A handsome face emerged.

Many, many years ago, a handsome man was standing on the edge of a cliff with a child in his hand. The child had a serious face and was lifeless.

"Xiao Linzi, do you think this mountain is tall, how does it compare with the sky and the earth?" the man said, his voice was far more beautiful than any beautiful musical instrument.

The child's attention was obviously not on what he said, "Don't call me Xiao Linzi."

"Okay," the man looked at him dotingly, "Junior Brother Yilin, tell me what you think."

The child's eyes were round and glaring, but the man obviously didn't like this, and just looked at him with a faint smile.

"The mountain is very big, but it is not as high as the sky and not as thick as the ground." The child replied sternly.

"How do monks compare with mountains and lakes?"

The child did not answer this question immediately, but gave the answer after thinking for a while, "A powerful monk can overturn mountains and even move the starry sky, which is nothing to a monk."

The man shook his head, "Sure enough, he's still a child, and he said some silly things."

The child gave a 'bah', "You can say some frustrating words."

The man was startled, looked at the place where he was 'pooh', and laughed, "Do you think I'm lying to you?"

Child, "Among all the seniors, you are the most deceptive."

"It's true." The man bent down and pinched his delicate nose, "From now on, little brother Yilin will grow up, so don't be fooled by him again."

"Don't call me Junior Brother Yilin." The child was anxious, standing on tiptoe was about to bite him.

Naturally, the man didn't let him succeed. He stood up and looked down at the howling wind below the cliff, with a look of deep vicissitudes in his eyes, "Overturning mountains and seas, what you see is just appearance, what they overturned is not a mountain, but a pile of rubble The rockery piled up with loess is not the sea, but the fake water formed by countless water droplets. The mountains and rivers have spirits, and the real mountains cannot be crushed, and the real sea cannot be moved.”

"You lied again."

The man shook his head, "In this world, there is a mountain called the Undead Mountain, which no one can shake, and a sea called the Boiled Sea, which no one dares to cross. Legend has it that the Immortal Mountain has countless treasures, and the Boiled Sea lives almost The extinct sea butterfly family."

The mountain that cannot be shaken, the sea that cannot be crossed, the man said casually, but the child kept it in his heart. Although this elder brother often said some wild words, this sentence did not sound like a lie.

"However, it doesn't matter if the sky is thundering or the earth is shaking, or the Holy Mountain of Immortality, you should be more careful about people." The man suddenly said.

"people?"

The man pointed to the part of his heart, "To be precise, it's here, the human heart, the human heart is a prison, and there are countless ghosts living in it, one or two will be released at some point."

The child looked down at his chest, "What does a ghost look like?"

"Some have hideous faces, some are transparent, and some are just like what is written in the scriptures, turning into beautiful and charming bodies to seduce people's souls."

The child looked up at him, "That's easy, just dig it out."

"You are really interesting." The man suddenly picked up the child, lifted it up high, and hung his body in mid-air. The style of the cliff was so big that it scraped against his ears and made his skin hurt. .

"Are you afraid?"

The child's legs trembled a little, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Don't be afraid."

"You are also a liar, little liar." The man did not put him down, but said in this dangerous posture: "Your body is shaking, which means you are afraid, and what makes you afraid is death. Let go, you fall, there is absolutely no way out." After speaking, the man stood quietly for a while, and after an unknown amount of time, he suddenly loosened his hand slightly, and his limp body slipped away from his palm.

The child's body slid down a centimeter, and was firmly caught by a pair of beautiful hands. The child's face turned pale, but he bit his lip and said nothing.

"What a stubborn kid." The man smiled slightly.

The child remained silent, but stared at the man with hatred.

"Look, just now I released a ghost that lives in your heart." The man's long, smooth hair like a waterfall fluttered in the wind, and there seemed to be stars in his eyes. "This ghost has a hideous appearance. Most people like to call it fear."

The child bit his lower lip and said, "If it's released, will it still live in?"

"Of course, it will still be alive until you die," the man said. "Envy, hatred, hostility, there are countless ghosts living in the human heart, but only one is the most terrifying."

The man stopped here.

Knowing that he was deliberately trying to get him to talk, the child deliberately didn't ask. After a while, seeing that the man really stopped talking, he still couldn't help asking: "What is it?"

There was a gust of wind blowing, and two words floated in the air.

Forbearance.

"Some people hide all their dark emotions in the deepest part of their hearts and hold back. These people are like poisonous snakes waiting for their prey in the dark forest. Once they decide not to hold back, they will It will release a power thousands of times stronger than ordinary people."

The child didn't feel afraid, and asked instinctively, "What should I do if I meet such a person?"

"Laugh." The man resolutely said: "At any time, keep smiling, so that the other party can't see the true thoughts in your heart, don't ignore anyone who is weaker than you, every step you take, you must calculate the thousands of people behind you. Ten thousand steps, only in this way can we remain invincible."

……

"Smile." Gong Yilin repeated it in his mind, firmly remembering the faces with the same smiles just now. He used the excuse to go to the lake to blow the wind to sober up and leave. Live wanting to be close.

He suddenly recalled that the second senior brother held his sign language before leaving the teacher's door and said earnestly: "Don't pay too much attention to what the senior brother said before, what taught you, just be yourself."

"Be yourself?" The face on the lake was a bit puzzled, Gong Yilin raised his hand, and for some reason he flicked his sleeve, a gust of wind shot out from the sleeve, wrinkled the lake surface, and distorted the reflection that had been suspicious for a moment just now Can't see the shape clearly, "Easier said than done."

Gong Yilin turned around and murmured: "Senior Brother will never make mistakes, never did it before, and never will in the future."

Under the cool night wind, a fat and fat bug poked its head out, wanting to see the surrounding scenery, but just when a small part of it was exposed, it was bounced back mercilessly with a finger, and Gongyilin pretended to be angry: "Don't think that I don't know what's going on in front of you!" Go in the storage bag and leave yourself a small gap to try to sneak out."

The Gu King who was dismantled had no sense of shame at all, and Gong Yilin clamped it up with two fingers, looking at the Gu King who was constantly twisting his fat body, he smiled sinisterly, "How dare you know what's crooked?" Brain, I will give you to the Dragon King to be the Dragon Mother."

Gu King shook his fat body vigorously, revealing a certain key part, "I am male."

"..." I almost vomited out all the things I had eaten at the banquet just now. Gong Yilin threw it back into the storage bag, walked quickly back to the resting place, set up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote a letter: You gave me the Gu King I am in love with the Amethyst Dragon King, and we are about to discuss marriage. Please prepare the dowry and send it to Tianyuan within three days.

With a swipe of the pen, the words "Senior Brother Ninth Enlightenment" landed on the cover of the envelope.

When he was furious and sent the envelope with the communication tool dedicated to Shimen, he suddenly remembered something.

"Senior brother Jiu knew that I lied to them by pretending to be dead last time when he received the letter." Gong Yilin paced back and forth in the room, "It's not good, it's not good, if I go back by surprise, I won't be able to get the sacrifice. Entering the small world from the Holy Land of the Undead can be regarded as a useless effort."

About one stick of incense passed, and he didn't think of any good way. Gongyilin couldn't help but sighed, "I can only hope that the dowry that Senior Brother Jiu sent to the Gu King will be richer, so that I can deduct some from it. The sacrificial money will be returned."

The idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. After a sleepless night, a white pigeon landed on the window eaves outside Gong Yilin's bedroom. The brother was born in the royal family, and many of his habits follow folk customs, including flying pigeons to pass on letters.

And the little thing on the window eaves is not as simple as it seems. Back then, Brother Ninth got a strange beast egg in the ancient temple by accident. After all the hard work and hard work, it turned out to be a blue goshawk with the blood of a divine beast. , can be regarded as the direct descendant of the ancient goshawk.

Gong Yilin looked at the little white pigeon sympathetically, but unfortunately, he was forced to transform into a white pigeon by Brother Nine after he became an adult, so he could help contact the business and send a letter if he had nothing to do.

The cyan goshawk has already opened its spiritual consciousness, so how could it not be able to see what Gong Yilin was thinking in his mind, and roared at him, the frightening eagle cry came from the body of a white dove, the scene was really joyful Of course, Gong Yilin didn't expose it directly, pretending to be frightened, and walked over carefully to remove the letter tied to the white pigeon's leg.

The cyan goshawk stretched out a paw proudly, with a proud look of "my lord has a lot", Gong Yilin looked at it with hatred, and wanted to smash this goshawk into soup for a moment, what did it really look like What kind of pet does the owner keep, the pet is like the owner, this sentence is not false at all.

The letter paper was made of very high-grade paper. Gong Yilin saw the faint watermark on the bottom, and concluded that this paper was exclusively for the royal family. He couldn't help but support his forehead.

"Little brother, since the last farewell, I have been feeling uneasy. Every day, I hope that my little brother can live up to the high expectations of the master and find a way to make money. During the time when the senior brother is away, do you eat? Do you sleep well? Is everything going well..."

Taking a long breath, Gong Yilin glanced at the goshawk staring at him on the window eaves, and pretended to smile, this thing that only complains, if he shows a little impatient expression, it will definitely go back and complain Brother complained.

Twenty nos in a row, Gong Yilin roughly summed it up, that is: You have been away for too long, senior brother misses you, how did you eat, how did you sleep, how did you enjoy yourself... See the last paragraph at a glance, ten lines, Gongyi Yilin's eyes gradually became serious.

"In a few days, senior brother will go to Nagato, and this journey will be trekking, but senior brother has already made some calculations in his heart, so there is no need for junior brother to worry..."

Gong Yilin's smile froze on his lips, "Patience, the elder brother said that you must be patient in life." He repeated to himself, he must insist on reading this letter instead of throwing it away as a paper roll now go out.

After seeing each other for such a long time, Senior Brother Ninth became more and more verbose.

"Junior Brother, if you have nothing important to do, you can come to Nagato and meet up with Senior Brother. Bring the Gu King."

A ball of flames burned from the edge of the letter paper, and soon the letter paper was reduced to ashes in the air. Gong Yilin raised his head and said to the blue goshawk: "You tell senior brother that the letter has been read, and I will go to Nagato in a few days."

As soon as he finished speaking, the blue sky goshawk spread its wings, turned around and flew to the sky without hesitation.

Gong Yilin walked to the table and found a chair to sit down on.

"Bring Gu King." Tapping the table with his fingers, Gong Yilin frowned slightly, "Why did Senior Brother Nine deliberately explain this sentence?"

You must know that although his senior brother is chatty, he never talks nonsense.

"Senior brother didn't even mention my fraudulent death in the letter." Gong Yilin didn't feel the joy of having escaped a catastrophe. God knows that settling accounts after Qiu Hou is even more terrifying, "Nagato." He stopped his fingers, stood up and walked to the window , looking at the trajectory of the blue goshawk leaving, I don't know what I was thinking.

After a long time, he sighed in a low voice. Although he is good at calculating, sometimes he feels a little powerless. There are a lot of things recently, and just feeling bored, Gongyilin suddenly has a smile in his eyes, "I almost forgot , Master Qinghe's true identity," he rubbed his chin, "should we expose it now or pretend not to know for the time being, and save it for molesting in the future?"

"Poor Huolongju," Gongyilin shook his head, "So I'm not the only one who forgot you."

Suddenly, he suddenly remembered that when he went to Canglan Country, he was riding on the back of Kunpeng. Gongyilin blushed for no reason, and there was no one around. Follow the head, um, that's it."

The lie was repeated many times, as if it could become true, at least Gong Yilin had successfully convinced himself.