Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Not only Gongyilin, but even Gu King, when they heard this part of the past, they felt emotional, but they were not deeply moved.

Just like Gu Wang privately thought, no matter how others tell or replay the memory fragments, there is absolutely no feeling of being there, on the contrary, like an outsider, staying out of the matter, watching with cold eyes.

He said it was a pity again, and there was nothing more to say. Five days later, it will be the Grand Competition of Artifact Refiners, and Gong Yilin is more interested in the painting.

"If "The Stairway to Climb the Immortal" can really transform people into immortals, such a treasure, how could it fall into the hands of the Nalan family?"

Seventh Senior Brother said indifferently: "The Nalan family has learned Taoism through painting, maybe there is some adventure."

Gongyilin raised his eyebrows: "Are you joking?"

Brother Qi said seriously: "This kind of thing can't be joked."

Hearing this, Gong Yilin looked at him with a half-smile.

Seeing that he didn't buy it at all, the seventh senior brother rubbed his forehead with a look of endless headache: "In fact, sometimes if you are not so smart, or if you know how to pretend to be stupid, your personality will be much more pleasing."

Gong Yilin said sharply: "Senior brother has a good personality, but it seems that he hasn't been liked by anyone for thousands of years."

He raised his head proudly, "I have it."

Seventh senior brother looked at Qinghe who did not refute him, and really couldn't pick out the thorn in Gongyilin's words, he could only think in his heart that the sky was blind, there is no reason for someone to like someone with such a bad personality.

Seeing his silent and depressed look, Gong Yilin became more proud: "Those who like me are all of status and status, not to mention the princesses of the Peacock Clan a few years ago, even the daughter of the Emperor of Feather has a deep admiration for me." .”

As he spoke, a burst of smug laughter broke out.

It's a pity that this time, instead of getting angry at the provocation in his words, the seventh senior brother looked at him sympathetically.

After laughing for a while, Gong Yilin also felt that something was wrong. There seemed to be a cool wind blowing around him, and his sanity returned instantly, reminding him of who was standing next to him.

"Don't look sideways." Gong Yilin comforted himself by covering his ears, "As long as you don't turn your head, you won't see anything."

He pretended not to see, but it didn't mean that Qinghe also turned the page, and the cold voice came without warning: "We'll talk about your love affair with the princess of the peacock clan later, I'm very interested."

The word 'good' is pronounced with an accent.

Gong Yilin felt that his body was covered with a layer of icy slag because of this sentence, and he could not hear the meaning of interest at all from the uneven tone of his voice.

He tried his best to make himself forget about this matter, and prayed that Qinghe would also forget about it. He raised his head and smiled at the unscrupulous senior brother who was gloating: "Now we can talk about the origin of "Climbing the Immortal Ladder"."

Senior Brother Seven looked very calm, "The ancient treasure was acquired by the Nalan family by chance, so there is nothing to explain."

"The world of cultivation has never lacked people with great chances. Some people fall off a cliff and still survive. Some people obviously die, but they can be reborn by chance. But the Nalan family does not have such luck."

Gongyilin deduced the fate of the Nalan family as early as when he and Nalan Yihuang formed a relationship. Although he could only catch some vague directions, what is certain is that the luck of the Nalan family is not very strong , and even some light black lines, he still doesn't know what it means, but it's definitely not a good thing.

"They don't need any big chances," Seventh Brother said, "The pair of "The Stairway to Climbing the Immortals" was originally a gift from someone else, and the Nalan family didn't spend a single bit of effort during the whole process."

"A gift from someone?" Gong Yilin asked, "Who?"

Seventh Senior Brother didn't answer directly, but stared at Gongyilin with extremely complicated eyes: "Do you believe it?"

Gong Yilin was confused because of his inexplicable question, but he habitually refused to say a word, and only said: "That depends on what you are referring to?"

"Do you believe in the character, character, and everything you have observed with the naked eye?"

Gong Yilin thought for a while and nodded.

The Seventh Senior Brother sighed without showing any traces, and after a while, he returned to his previous relaxed expression, as if nothing had happened, but there was an invisible worry in the depths of his eyes, "When you return to Nagato, there will naturally be a chance to know you Everything you want to know."

After finishing speaking, he reminded again: "I told you about the grievances between Long Shao and the Nalan family. I want you to prepare early. No matter what, Long Shao will definitely not let the Nalan family go. You can use this to do something good." Make a fuss."

Seeing that he no longer talked about the previous topic, Gong Yilin frowned slightly. He always felt that Brother Qi wanted to tell him something, but because of his answer, he chose to back down.

What to believe, or... who to believe?

"I'll notice," Gongyilin nodded.

"For these three days, you will stay at the master's gate. Master has been in a bad temper recently, so don't make him angry if you have nothing to do."

Gongyilin: "I will try my best."

...that's an honest answer.

"After three days, I and several other brothers will leave the division with you."

Gong Yilin suddenly remembered something, and said: "The last time we met, Brother Nine told me that the old man sent all the brothers to various places to establish his own power, why did they all come back this time?"

"Looking at you." Brother Seven replied concisely.

The three words fell directly on Gong Yilin's head like a meteorite, and he smiled stiffly and said, "Senior brother really knows how to joke."

"In view of your past "brilliant" escape methods that did not even repeat the tricks, Master felt that it was necessary to ask some of us to come back and watch you."

Gong Yilin sneered: "Why doesn't he call Brother Ninth anymore? We can have a reunion dinner when everyone is here."

Seventh Senior Brother looked at him in surprise: "Why do you think so, if you really ask Ninth Senior Brother to come back, what excuses do you use to trick you back?"

Gongyilin: ...

He felt the whole world's malice towards him.

"I've already said what should be said. How to do the following things depends on yourself."

"I've said everything I need to say," Gongyilin said, "but I don't know anything I need to know, except for a love story that ended in tragedy, and the core treasure "Climbing the Immortal Ladder" that connects all of them. .”

Seventh Senior Brother pretended to be unfathomable: "Ignorance is bliss."

Gongyilin sneered, and said bluntly, "Get lost."

Seventh senior brother waved his sleeves and left with the wind and sword.

Facing the back that was getting further and further away until it disappeared, Gong Yilin knew that he would not be able to ask any more questions, so he wanted to trick the people around him to see if he could ask anything.

"About the origin of "Climbing the Immortal Ladder", I don't think it can be hidden from the head teacher of a super sect, right?"

No matter whether you can ask in the end or not, it is never wrong to pour a bowl of ecstasy soup made with sweet words first.

Qinghe glanced at him faintly from the corner of his eye, "Now do you have time?"

Gong Yilin nodded.

Qinghe: "Plenty of time?"

Gong Yilin continued to nod.

"Very good," Qinghe said with satisfaction: "Since we have enough time, let's talk about the Princess of the Peacock Clan."

Gongyilin: ...

Why did he still remember it after so long.

At this moment, Gongyilin has a new understanding of the image of the Kunpeng family: good memory, narrow-minded, and likes to settle accounts after autumn.

At this moment, after the fall, settle accounts and settle a romantic debt first.

"Ahem," Gongyilin cleared his throat, pretending not to care, and said, "It happened many years ago, and I can't remember clearly."

"Is the princess of the peacock clan beautiful?" Qinghe asked unexpectedly.

The peacock feast of that year came to mind. The peacock princess walked lightly and made noises. All the beauties in the audience could not match her beauty. Gong Yilin nodded without hesitation: "The figure is hot enough!"

As soon as the words came out, he realized what he had said, and Gong Yilin hurriedly remedied: "I mean that you can't just judge people by their appearance. No matter how good her figure is, I won't take it to heart."

"Oh?"

If you want to talk about what Gongyilin is most afraid of when talking with Qinghe, it is that the other party only speaks a single syllable word, or ends with a questioning tone, such as 'oh', 'um', etc. Once such monosyllable words are used , never a good thing.

Gong Yilin sneered twice: "It is said that people are not frivolous and waste young people. I just saw injustice. At that time, the unicorn clan forced the peacock princess to marry. You must know that unicorns are uglier than the other. As a justice Cultivator full of emotions, how could I allow such a heartless thing to happen!

"so?"

"So I singled out the unicorn family with my sword, beat them to pieces, and retreated to the barren grassland thousands of feet away to resettle." Gongyilin said proudly: "What, young master, am I very powerful? "

"It is indeed very powerful. Did the princess of the peacock clan fall in love with you at first sight, and then she will not marry you?"

"It goes without saying," Gongyilin said, "I was very touched, and then I rejected her. Everyone in the cultivation world knows that the peacock tribe does not have a dowry when they marry, but the dowry requires thousands of spirit stones. Fortunately, I am brave and brave." , not fascinated by beauty."

Recalling the scene at that time, Gong Yilin couldn't help standing up, and told the whole story development process impassionedly. own tragic.

The story is so ups and downs that if it is more folk, it will definitely become a popular story.

In the past, Qinghe only thought that Gongyilin was like a lazy cat, but now he feels more like a fox, a fox that can’t hide its tail, looking at Gongyilin who is complacent and obsessed with affirming his own IQ , even if there was some anger in my heart, I couldn't vent it at this time.

The way to get along between people lies in sincerity, and between humans and monsters lies in mutual attraction and mutual accommodation, and being able to find one's favorite side from the other's absurd character.

This process is quite miraculous, like a joyful adventure, at least in the current state of Gongyilin and Qinghe, they are enjoying each other.

……

Until night fell, Qinghe only saw Gongyilin's master and seventh senior brother, and the rest of them disappeared. Gongyilin had been quick to talk before, saying that he would visit them one by one, but at the last moment he ran away first There is no shadow.

Surrounded by steep mountains, the terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack. In such a large space, if you think about it carefully, it is normal that there are only a few teachers with a dozen or so people and you can't meet a few.

"Are you curious why the number of disciples in the sect is less than a hundred?"

A voice came from the opposite hill. A man in a long gown was lying halfway up the hill holding a wine jug, his clothes half uncovered, and the smell of wine was all around him.

Now, with his left hand propped on the ground, he stood up tremblingly, walking staggeringly, as if he was in danger of falling from the mountain at any moment.

Shaking the jug vigorously twice, seeing that no drop of wine fell, his face was full of disappointment, he threw the jug directly down the mountain, and looked at Qinghe with drunken eyes: "You are... junior brother, junior brother's, belch... new lover."

As he said, there was a bit of inquiry in his eyes, he was still a hundred feet away, and he moved to Qinghe's side in the blink of an eye, "strange, a living lover."

Hearing these words at night, if ordinary people would probably be terrified, Qinghe asked very calmly: "Does he like to collect dead people?"

"It's not collecting," the man in the long gown burped again, "It's collecting, collecting their identities, don't underestimate this, using other people's identities, my little brother has saved himself from danger several times, and sometimes even topped it off." He got mixed up with other people's identities, so we all said that those who died were his lovers."

While talking, he patted the storage bag, and another large jug of wine appeared in his hand, and he took a sip: "What about you, what is your identity?"

Qinghe didn't answer, he was not interested in talking about his relationship with Gongyilin with outsiders.

But in fact, the man in the long coat only cared about the wine in his hand, and he drank almost casually and said a few words. The object of the conversation could be a monster, a person, or a tree or a grain of sand. Answer, he doesn't care what to answer.

At this moment, he tremblingly walked up the mountain with the jug in his hands, "Young brother is in the Ten Thousand Ghost Forest to the west. If you are interested, you can go find him."

After the voice fell, the long-clothed man had already returned to his original position, and went to the ground. His whole body seemed to merge with the sky and the earth, his limbs were spread out, and he couldn't feel any breath from him at all.

……

Wan Guilin, as the name suggests, is related to ghosts.

A large amount of corpse energy gathers here, and it is inevitable that some ghosts and wandering spirits will be born. These spirits can't absorb much energy, and the time they can usually stay is extremely short, just like the reflection of a person before death, but the short time does not mean that they are not dangerous On the contrary, these ghosts and wandering spirits are more aggressive. Once they encounter strangers, they will devour their souls as their own nourishment.

Qinghe walked along the road, and also met several of them, and with a quick pinch of the magic formula, these evil spirits dissipated in the sky and the earth.

The deeper he went into the forest, the more evil ghosts and wandering spirits piled up around him. Even though countless companions had sacrificed, they still kept going forward. After being entangled for a long time, Qinghe gradually lost his patience, and directly condensed a fireball, which struck him The side of his body formed a barrier, without any shrill roars, clusters of green will-o'-the-wisps were twisted and torn apart, and dissipated directly between the sky and the earth.

The whole process is chilling.

"Your life is so exuberant that it makes the ghosts here lose their minds and think about rebirth." Not long in front, lay a man half covered with fallen leaves. It was Gong Yilin. Overhead, your eyes look dark and deep under the shallow moonlight in the dark night, "To them, you are like a fairy without clothes walking on the street, and everyone wants to take a look."

Qinghe has long realized that no matter what is said to Gongyilin, it is always a bit indecent.

Gongyilin himself seems to be aware of this problem, "This metaphor seems a little inappropriate, after all, I don't know how to do it, and only ordinary people can look down on mediocrity."

Qinghe sneered: "In the small town in Canglan, I don't know who is going to call out to see the oiran in the town."

So much so that I still remember it later and feel regretful.

"At best, I just went to join in the fun." Gongyilin shook his head, shaking off a few fallen leaves on his hair: "Even if the real oiran stands in front of me, I can still sit still, after all, I am so masculine." .”

The last four words were said firmly, without any hesitation.

"This is one of your few advantages." Qinghe said lightly.

Gong Yilin: ...So why is he so unbearable in the eyes of the other party, even being a good boy can be counted as one of his advantages.

With a swipe of the finger in the air, like a shooting star in the sky, there is a crescent moon arch bridge-like light in the dark night. The evil spirits who had been haunting Qinghe, seemed to be guided, and lined up slowly. Slowly move away in one direction.

"They have no thinking, only a little instinct left." Gong Yilin put down his hand: "The only thing they lack is some light. They like places full of vitality and light."

Qinghe: "You pointed them to the direction of the sunrise. Without the nourishment of this forest corpse, these evil spirits will soon dissipate."

"This is where they belong." When he said this, the expression on Gong Yilin's face was neither happy nor sad, as if he was stating a simple fact.

Qinghe couldn't help but think of the scene he saw in the illusion. Gongyilin was still a child at the time, what kind of world did he see after he died?Darkness, terror... still no end in sight.

As if seeing what he was thinking, Gong Yilin chuckled, "I'm different from them."

Qinghe looked at him.

Gongyilin spread out his arms and said slowly: "I am not bewitched by light."

He would rather lose himself in the dark than follow anyone's instructions or arrangements.

"It's such a beautiful day, it's too disappointing to talk about this topic." Gongyilin didn't want to talk about this topic again, stood up, and the fallen leaves fell to the ground.

"Beautiful scenery on a good day?" Qinghe's tone rose slightly.

"You can also be regarded as a beauty on a good day." When he said the word 'beauty', Gongyi Linte shamelessly pointed at his own face, then walked over and stopped beside Qinghe: "To be honest, in this Dark night where you can't see your fingers, how did you find me, could it be that you were guided by my beauty?"

"A man who is addicted to alcohol told me." He mercilessly interrupted Gong Yilin's cheeky behavior of putting gold on his face.

"Abstinence to alcohol?" Gong Yilin's eyes slightly raised, "Do you like men who lie on the mountainside with a wine jar and don't dress well?"

Qinghe nodded.

Gong Yilin: "That's my third senior brother, Shen Xiujie, he is the only one in the school who has the same hobbies as me."

Qinghe: "Do you like drinking?"

"Don't get me wrong," Gong Yilin corrected, "What we have in common is being a good man."