Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Gongyi Lin Dou Niao was in high spirits, and he didn't pay attention to watch the match at all. The next two rounds of competition were full of ups and downs. Five refiners succeeded in forging medium-grade treasures. After five rounds of competition, With 100 people, there are only 50 people left. With reference to the results of the five rounds of competition just now, the two groups with the lowest scores among the remaining 50 people are eliminated. In this way, there are only 30 people left on the field.

According to the total score, the total score of the Gongyilin group temporarily ranks first. Although the remaining [-] refiners who were eliminated looked regretful, they finally admitted that their skills were not as good as others. , It is indeed too difficult to go beyond.Of course, this does not include the group who were maliciously interrupted by Gongyilin before and caused the refining to fail. They all looked at Gongyilin like crocodiles lurking in the deep sea, always wanting to jump out of the water and bite the upperborn. One mouthful.

Elder Baixu ordered the eliminated craftsmen to be taken to the side hall for a temporary rest. Chang Le looked at the craftsmen who did not leave Du'e Gate directly, but left in two teams, with more worry in their eyes. She couldn't help looking up at Gong Yilin, trying to get some clues from his expression, but she was disappointed. Gong Yilin kept whispering to the bird on his shoulder, never paying attention to the situation on the field.

"First of all, I would like to congratulate the 30 finalists. You are all qualified to participate in the next finals. Among you, the champion of this year's Artifact Master Competition will be born!"

Hearing the word 'champion', almost every refiner has an indelible fighting spirit in their eyes.

"Of course, the old man will fulfill his previous promise and win the top [-] in the refining master competition. Each of you can take the refining furnace in front of you when you leave."

Having already entered the finals, gained fame, and now they are able to take away the high-grade refining furnace, some of them had uncontrollable joy on their faces. They were very self-aware. With his skill in refining weapons, he already had a guess in his mind about who would be the strongest in this competition, but most people still refused to admit defeat, and they all wanted to make a final effort.

"Since it's already the final, won't we still judge the outcome based on the results of the group?" Some people are very confident in their own strength, and can't help but ask about the rules of the final competition, eager to show off their skills.

His voice attracted the attention of many people present. Seeing that a refiner who had forged a middle-grade treasure in the fifth round, his eyes were full of admiration and vigilance. This will be the strength to compete for the top three player.

Probably because of the man's previous strength, the elder Baibeard nodded and explained, "Of course not."

Hearing this, everyone was relieved. There are too many variables in the group stage, and luck is really important. What kind of people are grouped with often determines the final outcome. The group of Gongyilin just now is the most successful example. For example, the most powerful refining masters are in their group, and there is Gongyilin who plays cards unreasonably. All these undoubtedly give them the advantage and opportunity in the group stage.

"The last round of assessment, assessment rules..."

Ding Ding Deng!

Just when Elder Baibeard was about to read out the rules, a person ran out of the door and whispered something in Elder Baibeard's ear. The elder frowned first, then shook his head, and the person who ran out said something What, the elder still had a look of disapproval in his eyes, but finally nodded slightly.

The man who ran out turned around and walked in after the elder nodded in agreement. He never looked at anyone below, as if there was no one or anything worthy of his concern on the field. Seriously, "Due to some temporary changes, the rules for the final discussion and assessment have also changed."

No one commented. After all, they didn't know the rules yet, and they couldn't understand the meaning of the elder's expression at this time.

"The final assessment will be held in three days. On the day of the final competition, the requirements you mentioned earlier will also be fulfilled."

"Request?" Many people wondered secretly.

It was Chang Le who responded the fastest, "Could it be that you want us to see the final prize?"

Elder Baibeard glanced at her and nodded slowly.

There was surprise in Chang Le's eyes. She looked at Gongyilin immediately, and the elder's words undoubtedly broke her previous guess. Originally, this would be an abrupt move, and at least it would attract the attention of others, but Because everyone was in shock, they ignored Chang Le's subconscious movements.

"Dare to ask the elder," Chang Le also knew that his actions just now were inappropriate. He glanced around vigilantly and found that no one noticed, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Why is this year different?"

Elder Baibeard's words were very cautious, and he hardly said much, but he said the main point: "It has something to do with the final prize."

The ambiguous answers made everyone curious about the final prize again.

"In the past three days, I hope everyone will not walk around, after all, today is different from the past."

The elder glanced lightly at the refining furnace on the table and all kinds of precious refining materials, meaning something.

Killing Yuebao is not uncommon in Nagato. The refiners on the field quickly realized that there was something in the elder's words. In fact, he didn't need to explain more. No one would risk their lives and property safety.

After the final was delayed, everyone packed up their things and dispersed in twos and threes. The originally tense scene suddenly turned into the image of going to the empty building.

Chang Le didn't leave soon. She also tidied up her things first. Seeing the new refining furnace, she also had some joy in her eyes. She liked the refining furnace just picked from the bottom of her heart. Knowing that it wasn't the best one, but it was the one that suited her best, after packing up her things, she walked towards the periphery of the field.

Gong Yilin looked at Chang Le who was walking towards him, and touched his face, "Could it be that she finally couldn't bear to come and confess to me?"

The little bird ignored his narcissism and let him indulge in his own world.

"It seems that I was wrong." Chang Le walked over with a bitter smile, "The final prize is obviously not the weapon spirit. As for us to refine the weapon, it is purely my fantasy."

Gongyilin smoothed the little bird's feathers one after another, and he grasped the strength just right. He saw the corners of his eyes slightly raised, and said calmly: "This should be a good thing, why are you still frowning?"

Chang Le is silent, deep down, she always feels uneasy, this is not some complicated inference with evidence, to put it bluntly, it is even the simplest sixth sense of a woman, no matter what, she can't feel at ease.

"Actually, your thinking is not necessarily wrong," Gong Yilin's lips curled up, "Before the matter is settled, don't rush to deny yourself."

Chang Le: "But since he is willing to let us go, it proves that he has not interfered with our personal freedom."

"Oh?" Gong Yilin raised his eyebrows, as if he had heard some interesting conclusion, "How can you tell?"

Chang Le was stopped by him, but he couldn't answer for a thousand words.

"I'm surprised that you can infer the existence of a weapon spirit from the clues, because it's a very clever conclusion," Gong Yilin felt the rare soft feathers of the little bird, "People's hearts are sinister, and everything goes to the end. Think about the disadvantages, if you prepare early, you won't hurt yourself."

"But why are they..."

"Why did you let the craftsmen including us leave on the surface?" Gong Yilin stood up and pushed the stool aside, "You want to ask this, right?"

Chang Le nodded.

"Seeing may not be believing. Indeed, judging from the current situation, we can leave Du'emen without hindrance, but if we take a long-term view, we will find that this is far from the case." Gong Yilin said slowly: "First of all, after the competition was postponed, it was obviously a temporary decision to let everyone leave first."

Chang Le nodded as he thought of the man who hurried out of the hall to talk softly with Elder Baibeard just now.

"Secondly, what Elder Cai said just now implied both inside and outside the meaning that everyone should not run around. It is best to stay in one place safely and wait for the competition in three days."

Chang Le had no objection and listened to him continue.

"Believe it or not, there must be many spies outside the Nagato at this time. If someone has the idea to leave, I'm afraid their lives will be in jeopardy."

Chang Le frowned, "But why don't you finish the assessment today, and things will change if they are late. The sooner they move, the better."

Gongyilin spread his hands and looked at her with a half-smile, "Don't you really think of me as a know-it-all?"

Chang Le asked back, "Aren't you?"

"Maybe," Gong Yilin was amused by her appearance, neither admitted nor denied, smoothed the wrinkles on the clothes, stopped answering Chang Le's question, and whispered: "Then, see you in three days."

Chang Le wanted to talk to him a few more words, but before he could open his mouth, Gong Yilin was already a few steps away, leaving her with only a back view, Chang Le bit his lips, after all, there was no catch up.

Outside the Du'e gate, there were not many people there, but the streets of Nagato were bustling again, probably because of the Grand Competition of Artifact Refiners, but compared to the heavy traffic when he first arrived at Nagato, it was nothing.

"Where are you going?" asked the little bird on the shoulder.

Gong Yilin, "Of course I went to see Wei Zhi. He has been looking for you for so long. If there is no whereabouts of you, he will probably be really anxious." As he spoke, his steps slowed down, and he looked down at the little bird and said, "Honestly. Said, I have always been very curious, how could Wei Zhi with such a temper be willing to stay in Tianyuan and be a mere elder?"

Some monks are born loners, such as Wei Zhi.

Indifferent, with no desires, and focused on pursuing power, he should have followed a decisive path instead of being burdened by the secular world.

"Back when Wei Zhi was hunted down by his enemies and was seriously injured and on the verge of death, it was Hua Yun who rescued him, and he has stayed in Tianyuan since then." The little bird told the past in a faint voice, as if talking about something. It's a trivial matter, although it is not difficult for others to hear the bloody storms involved in the past from a short sentence.

"Before things get out of hand, there is still time for you to get out." The little bird reminded.

Gong Yilin, "Isn't the Art Refining Master Competition not over yet? Why, don't you have confidence in me?"

The little bird was startled, and for the first time said in a somewhat uncertain tone: "Aren't you just taking chances?"

Gong Yilin looked shocked, "You don't believe me, you know I have never lost since I came into this world."

I looked at him from top to bottom, "I have no experience in refining, but I have talent in refining." The little bird fluttered its wings disdainfully, "What are you going to rely on to win?"

Gong Yilin thought for a while, and said solemnly: "Bribe."

Little bird: ...

Gong Yilin has always been a person who walks the talk.

There are two essences of bribery: winning people's hearts and being willing to spend money.

After half a stick of incense, in an inconspicuous courtyard

"If you want to spend your money, you must be willing to spend your money. Master said, if you are willing to give up, you will get something if you give up." Spread the storage bags on the table, take them out one by one, and put them back one by one, just thinking about it To give it away, Gong Yilin felt a piercing pain, "I can't let go of this." While taking back a treasure, he caught a glimpse of an ornament on the corner of the table from the corner of his eye, and muttered, "Although this is not very useful, it is worth it." After all, you paid for it, and you can’t give it up.”

Because Gong Yilin's shoulders shook violently when he took and put it between the items, the little bird could not fly down and stop on the table. After a while, Gong Yilin intensified his efforts to take out the items in the storage bag one by one Pile them on the table, move their paws again and again until they retreated to the corner of the table, the little bird's patience finally ran out, and the paws directly grabbed one of them firmly and threw it out of the window.

Gongyilin let out a heart-piercing cry, burst out at the fastest speed in his life, and caught the thrown thing before it hit the ground.

After making sure that the things were safe, he breathed a sigh of relief, and pointed at the little bird with trembling fingers: "Who told you to throw my things?"

The latter glanced at the table with dissatisfaction, and corrected him, "It's littering at best."

Gongyilin didn't care about maintaining the illusion of gentleness and jade, pointed at the messy table, and said angrily: "Qiankun bag, loquat flower, suet jade... and this, this, this," pointing at the slender fingers one by one. Looking at the items on the table, "It's all my treasures."

He looked at the little bird and sneered, "What do you have?"

He doesn't even carry a storage bag with him, and a poor jingling bird dares to dislike his collection.

The little bird glanced at him lightly, said nothing, seemed to shake its feathers unintentionally, and the snow-white feathers swayed with the frequency of vibration, like beautiful waves, layer upon layer, making people palpitate.

Gongyilin: ...

I really want one!

Just when he was about to stare at the feather eagerly, Gong Yilin's expression tightened, put away his unruly expression, and frowned: "There is someone."

"It's just a few stalkers." The little bird said indifferently: "If you don't like it, just deal with it."

Gongyilin shook his head, and sent a message from his spiritual sense: "It must be the people sent by the Du'emen. The hundreds of craftsmen who participated in the competition today should be watched by someone. They are just small shrimps. It is not beautiful to clean up the grass and scare the snake."

Little Quiniao, "Didn't you just say to meet Wei Zhi when you find a place to stay?"

Gong Yilin blinked, "Although you can't kill them, there are many ways to get rid of them."

"Trouble." After saying those two words, the little bird changed suddenly, white light flashed, and it regained its handsome and cold appearance. With a flick of its sleeve, there were three "bang bang bang" sounds from outside the door, as if something huge fell down. the sound of the ground.

Gong Yilin put away all the things on the table and put them back in the storage bag, got up and opened the door, looked at the three people who had passed out on the ground outside the door, raised eyebrows, "This is really a once-and-for-all solution. "

"When they wake up, they won't have this memory." Qinghe said lightly.

Gongyilin shrugged, "It's indeed much more convenient than getting rid of them on the road." He turned his face and looked at Qing Hedao: "Is it possible that one day you will use this trick to deal with me, stealing money and sex?"

Qinghe didn't mean to joke with him at all, "Forcibly erasing a person's memory, unless the other person's cultivation level is far lower than his own, otherwise it is difficult for a sage to do it."

"It's just a joke," Gongyilin said with a smile, "You're really boring." He habitually looked over his shoulder, and was taken aback for a moment before realizing that Qinghe was no longer a bird, "Where are we going to find Weizhi. "

Qinghe had just seen that he said to meet Weizhi with confidence, and for a moment he really thought that Gongyilin knew the exact whereabouts of Weizhi, but he didn't expect that he was just talking.

"Go to a contact point," he said.

Gong Yilin's eyes lit up, "The brothel?" Finally, realizing that he had made a slip of the tongue, he quickly restrained his expression and pretended to be careless, "Ahem, what I mean is that the place we are going to must be a place where fish and dragons are mixed."

Qinghe glanced at him, but didn't speak.

After a while, the two walked side by side to the street. Qinghe stood in a corner and did not move again.

After briefly searching around with his eyes, Gong Yilin asked in surprise, "Didn't you say you were going to the contact point?"

Qinghe: "It's already here."

Looking up at the sky, looking down at the bluestone slabs, there are several refining shops around, Gongyilin was slightly startled and said: "This is at best a meeting place."

Qinghe raised his eyebrows slightly upwards, and looked at Gongyilin with some playful eyes.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Gongyilin's mind, and his eyes moved to the surroundings, not as hurriedly as they did at the beginning, but with a sense of exploration. He took in all the passers-by, the surrounding environment, and even an ant on the ground. .

He looked at it for a long time, and Qinghe didn't call him, allowing Gongyilin to spend a lot of time observing.

It wasn't until sunset that Gongyilin looked away.

"Wearing white clothes, in the afternoon he still had his hair tied up, holding a child by the hand, the image of an honest father, but now he has long hair hanging loose, shopping with female monks, a bit more unrestrained taste, the owner of the refining shop , but I didn’t pay full attention to the store, I have to look out from time to time, and there are some pedestrians who are walking in a hurry, their faces are somewhat familiar, if I remember correctly, they have been here for at least two times. three times."

Qinghe nodded, "Observed very carefully."

"So this is the contact point you mentioned." Gong Yilin seemed to understand something, and his tone was appreciative, "It's more like a local area network than a contact point."

On this street from west to east, nearby pedestrians, residents, shop owners, and some people who seem to have no intersection are all secretly spies. In places like teahouses, brothels, and taverns." Gongyilin turned his head and looked at Qinghe Road: "So there is such a clever way, the people who go directly to you slowly blend in, infiltrate, and finally occupy an entire street. "

"The great hermit is hidden in the world," he praised without hesitation, "it is indeed an excellent layout."

Qinghe, "Tianyuan's information network is scattered in various places in the form of contact points, and some have even condensed into a small family. Because of their existence, they can continuously provide information for the sect."

The corners of Gongyilin's lips twitched when he heard this, "Tell me this kind of confidential information, and I won't be afraid that one day I will leak it."

"you will not."

His tone was too firm, and Gong Yilin slowly put away his smile, "It's hard to say. These days, there are many people who fly apart from Lao Yan, few who fly together, many who turn against each other, and few who help each other." Leaning his back against the wall, he asked: "How can you be sure we won't get to this point?"

"You won't," Qinghe continued after repeating, "I'm here, so I won't."

Gongyilin rubbed his temples, this kind of strong self-confidence inevitably gave him a headache, a heartbeat, and a burden.

Looking at the sun, he asked: "We are standing here, doing nothing, are you sure Wei Zhi will take the initiative to find it?"

Qinghe nodded.

Gong Yilin, "The problem is that we have been standing at the entrance of this street all afternoon."

Qinghe, "The speed of message transmission is bound to be very slow."

Gongyilin raised his eyebrows, "I would like to hear the details."

"Everyone here will act like a normal person, shopping, spending time with friends, or finding a hidden place to practice. While doing these things, they will find an opportunity to reveal the news to the next person, and the next person will do the same. By analogy, it won't be too soon when the news reaches Weizhi."

Gongyilin sighed secretly, "No wonder Tianyuan's intelligence is always perfect."

The background of the super sect is not as shallow as he thought.

Waiting until the evening, a man in a dark blue robe came from a distance, his breath was easy to identify, his appearance was also very abrupt in the crowd, he was handsome and indifferent, just one look at Gong Yilin and he was recognized as Wei Zhi.

Although he had received the information in advance, Wei Zhi couldn't help being surprised when he saw Gong Yilin. He usually had no expression on his face, but just now his pupils shrank suddenly, and he could see the clue without looking carefully.He couldn't help looking at Qinghe, as if surprised that he would show his contact point in front of Gongyilin without any cover.

Weizhi has stayed in Tianyuan for some years, and he has seen many qualities from Qinghe, and these qualities Qinghe has not deliberately concealed, such as being strong, cold, meticulous and thoughtful... When Qinghe took over Tianyuan, it was at a time when the elders of various factions were fighting for power Seizing the position, turning the situation around with one person's strength, and securing the position of the head, naturally requires many qualities that ordinary people do not have, but among these qualities, there is no trust.

What's more, some of Qinghe's decision-making and deployment are completely according to his own ideas, until the implementation is completed, people around him gradually understand, but now, he has revealed one of Tianyuan's cards in front of Gongyilin, it can be said that he has no reservations, From the side, it shows that he has completely trusted this person.

why?

Even though Wei Zhi's curiosity is not strong, even much lower than that of ordinary people, he still has to ask himself this question: Why does the headmaster wholeheartedly trust a person who has been in Tianyuan for less than a year, and this person still doesn't know the origin, Deep and shallow, everything becomes a mystery.

Just for appreciation?

Gong Yilin naturally didn't know what was going on in Wei Zhi's mind, so he greeted him warmly, "Brother Wei."

Wei Zhi nodded, temporarily throwing away the distracting thoughts in his mind: "You have a new look again."

Pointing to the glass handkerchief on Momo's face, "I thought it was perfect, but you recognized it at a glance."

Wei Zhi, "When the people below passed on the news, there was also your current portrait in it. After checking, it was not our own, and the only thing I could think of was you."

Gongyilin smiled and said, "My honor."

Wei Zhi, who was always indifferent, also rarely returned a smile.

Turning his gaze to Qinghe, Wei Zhi felt relieved, there was no news about Qinghe before, even if he had information about Qinghe's strength, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.The world is so big, and there are so many strong people, no one can guarantee that he will reach the top, and no one can be invincible in the attainments of warriors.

Qinghe, "Is there any news that might be useful?"

"Long Shao and Yuhuang's daughter have gotten closer recently. The reason for this is still unknown. Secondly, recently, powerful people from all over the world have arrived in Nagato one after another. The news that Nalan's family has "Climbing the Immortal Ladder" is spreading more and more. Yue Guang has not yet found a channel for the news to spread, but there should be no less than three forces contributing to the flames."

Qinghe, "It's an open secret that Nalan's family has "Climbing the Stairway to the Immortals". I'm afraid many youngsters spread the news and take advantage of the troubled waters to find some benefits."

"I can't rule out this possibility. Also," Wei Zhi glanced at Gongyilin, and asked Qinghe for his opinion with a questioning look. After the latter nodded, he said, "There are rumors that the young master Bi came out of the rivers and lakes again. one of the pioneers."

After hearing this, Gong Yilin frowned, and then his brows eased. Gu King's memory is unlikely to recover so quickly. Even if a miracle happens, his memory is fully recovered, Brother Ninth will notify him in advance.

"What else?" Qinghe asked.

Wei Zhi shook his head.

The three of them talked while walking, and made many scattered speculations. When the sunset completely extinguished its last brilliance and the lights came on, the three of them walked along the river, passing the colorful boats. The two monks chatted with each other nervously, almost ignoring the precarious situation at hand.

Stepping on an arched bridge, looking at the bustling waterfront, Gongyilin suddenly remembered the scene where he met Qinghe and Weizhi a while ago, near Luohualou, also on a bridge.

Wei Zhi also seemed to think of the situation at that time, shook his head and said: "Mao Duoduo, Mao Xuewang, I really don't know how you thought of such a name at that time."

Qinghe suddenly said from the side: "The alias he uses now is Yuntian."

Apparently also thinking about the origin of Yuntian, from Yibo Yuntian, Wei Zhi's expression is a little weird.

Gong Yilin said without the slightest bit of embarrassment: "As the name suggests, people uphold the principles that are worthy of the name, laughing and laughing."

He is so well-deserved that it is difficult for others to say anything.

The memory ended with an embarrassing point, and the topic quickly returned to business. Wei Zhi said, "The major forces have gradually blocked the outside of Nagato. Today's Nagato is easy to enter and difficult to exit. It is not easy for me to go back to heaven for the time being." Court."

Qinghe: "Find a place to hide from the limelight, and try not to be active recently. You only need to be responsible for delivering orders, and let the people in the contact point do the rest."

Wei Zhi nodded, "It happened that a traitor was dealt with some time ago, and the people at the contact point were checked again. Now all the people left are usable people."

Qinghe's expression was normal: "You can do it as you see fit."

Wei Zhi, "Does the head teacher want to stay with me at the contact point?"

Qinghe shook his head, "I want to accompany him to the finals of the Artifact Refining Master Competition."

Wei Zhi looked at Gongyilin in surprise, "Unexpectedly, brother Gongyi is also proficient in refining weapons."

Gong Yilin smiled embarrassedly, "I understand a little bit, that's all."

Wei Zhi only regarded him as being modest, but as for Qinghe, he had already seen through the essence of Gongyilin, and he would definitely stop him without hesitation for any praise, never knowing what restraint was.But having said that, every time at this time, Gong Yilin's eyes are bright and moving, and the corners of his brows and eyes are full of smiles, which makes people's heart itch.

The three of them parted not far under the bridge, Wei Zhi disappeared into the vast night alone, Gong Yilin was not in a hurry, and walked with Qinghe for a long time.

Seeing that Gongyilin didn't seem to have any intention of resting tonight, Qinghe asked, "Is there something wrong?"

His eyes were like a deep pool, no longer as clear as before. Gongyilin's eyes flickered slightly, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

After finishing speaking, he paused, turned around, and returned along the same road.

Qinghe, "You have already had a lot of troubles."

Gongyilin shook his head with a smile, "Trouble is an opportunity, but the trouble in the past can only be regarded as business, but today it is real trouble."

Qinghe didn't know it, but just a few words ago, someone drew a circle in an ancient temple in the wilderness, "Past life, past life, I am your present life, if you want to renew your relationship with me, please write it on paper." Draw a circle... Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, can I succeed in my confession?"

Gong Yilin could hear the call from more than ten miles away. His expression and movements were the same as before, but his body was a little stiffer. I asked about the cause of Bixian's death, and Gongyilin separated out a ray of soul, so I knew that his current state must be lack of soul, and his soul was incomplete.

Qinghe sighed softly. Gongyilin always felt that he trusted him too much. In fact, he was the most defenseless person. You must know that Gongyilin is currently in a state of insufficiency. If he has any other thoughts, Gongyi Yilin's life would be lost in an instant.

For a person who always leaves a way out for himself, Gong Yilin obviously hasn't realized that he has undergone a qualitative change in a certain aspect, or in front of a certain person.

The ancient temple in the wilderness at this time

A black shadow fluttered down from the window, like a blurry image, and finally elongated and stopped at a corner of the ancient temple. The candlelight flickered, causing the shadow to twist from time to time with the wind blowing from outside.

This black shadow is obviously a primordial spirit of Gongyilin.

And the person who invited the pen fairy was an unexpected person——Long Shao.

Gong Yilin couldn't feel the slightest sincerity from his petition, and Long Shao didn't really ask for marriage. As long as he nodded and said yes today, his name would surely resound through Nagato tomorrow. The woman elopes, and the latter can justifiably go into the dark to carry out his plan, but he himself is thrown into the center of the storm.

His eyes flicked between the words 'yes' and 'no' in Long Shao's pen, and after a while Gong Yilin made a decision.

……

When the primordial spirit returns to its place, it has already reached the place where it is staying.

Staring at the three collapsed people on the ground, Gong Yilin measured the size, strode over them, Qinghe was behind him, and waved his sleeves after entering the door, the three collapsed bodies stood upright without any consciousness , standing in place like a puppet.

Gong Yilin, "Shouldn't you let them wake up first?"

"There's no need for that," Qinghe said calmly, "They will wake up naturally in the morning."

Gong Yilin looked at the three standing upright in a strange state, "If that's the case, why stand them up?"

At night, it's really a bit infiltrating.

Qinghe replied very simply and rudely, "They are blocking the way."

Gongyilin: ...

The two went back to the room and sat on the stool. Gong Yilin poured two cups of cold water and put the bottom of the porcelain cup in his palm. Some kind of supernatural power was displayed. The originally cold water began to steam, and it was already in a heating state.

"Where did you go?" Sitting opposite each other, Qinghe was the first to break the silence.

"I made a deal," Gong Yilin said, "and a guest came."

Qinghe slid his fingertips along the rim of the cup, "Long Shao?"

Gong Yilin raised his head, "When will you also learn to see the future?"

"It's not difficult to guess." Qinghe lifted his finger from the cup wall, "Long Shao's goal is to destroy the Nalan family, and his strength alone is obviously not enough."

This is true. Although the Nalan family is not a famous family, the background accumulated over the years is definitely quite deep. It is easy to kill one or two people in power, but it takes a lot of preparation and effort to do it. time.

Gong Yilin also put down the porcelain cup and listened attentively to what he said.

"Many people's eyes are now focused on Long Shao. After all, it was Long Shao who adored human women, stayed near Nagato, and gathered countless eyes behind Nagato. Only then did he get the news of "Climbing the Immortal Ladder" If you leak it, you have done enough work on the bright side, so naturally you have to find a way to get into the dark."

Qinghe's voice was deep and deep, and it was pleasant to hear. This feeling was quite miraculous. The other party's thoughts were exactly the same as his own. Listening to him speak slowly now, it was like explaining all his speculations in one sentence.

Gongyi Lindao, "And a ready-made shield just happened to appear in front of him."

Qinghe nodded slightly, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Gongyi Lin Youyou sighed, "In the past, I was the one who took advantage of others. This time, I was really upset to be turned against the general."

Qinghe actually smiled, only a little bit, but it was enough to touch people's hearts, "If you don't want to, you can refuse."

"You know that I can't," Gong Yilin said, "Long Shao is also an extremely smart person. Since he chose to ask me for a pen fairy, he must have expected that I would not refuse, or even like him. wishes."

"It should be due to your fear of chaos in the world," Qinghe said, "What did he ask?"

Gong Yilin curled his lips, "Ask knowingly." He said slowly, "A question that couldn't be more outrageous. Can he succeed in confessing his confession?"

Qinghe, "Did you choose for him?"

Gong Yilin, "It's all fake anyway, I just gave him the answer he wanted."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly smiled and said: "You are quite right about one thing. I really want to see what effect it will have if we stir up the already extremely filthy Nagato water."

Qinghe, "The result may not be as you wish."

"It's nothing more than mutual use." Gong Yilin stood up, walked to the window, opened the window, and saw three stalkers standing outside the door who didn't know who they were, felt disappointed, and closed the window again, " Long Shao wanted to use me as an excuse to pretend to leave Nagato, and focus the anger of the demons on me by the way. He himself went to the dark place and began to formally deal with the Nalan family, while I..."

Gongyilin paused, and his smile faded: "I also want to use his hand to weaken the power of the Nalan family, so as to affect my future actions."

Qinghe: "You hate the Nalan family?"

Gong Yilin, "I killed Emperor Nalan Yi, and they spent money on the black market to find someone to take my life. Isn't this reason enough?"

Qinghe didn't answer, just looked up at him, his cold eyes seemed to be able to penetrate his body and see everything clearly.

Gongyilin had an illusion, as if all his secrets would be invisible under the prying eyes of these eyes.

He chuckled, with a bit of bitterness in his eyes, and slowly spit out four words: "Tianyuan's disaster."

This expression should be painful and sad, but Qinghe could hear the hatred hidden in his tone.

In the first year of Tianyuan, it was rumored that a peerless arrogance went to the Holy Land of Immortality to obtain the inheritance, and then went mad and started killing. All over the world, even historical recorders dare not write the name of this person on the pages of the book. They can only rely on word of mouth from generation to generation. Later, history gradually evolved into legends, and finally smelted into four characters—the disaster of Tianyuan.

Qinghe looked at Gongyilin. He was standing by the window at the moment, and his eyes seemed to be looking straight at a certain place outside the window through the closed window.

From the information disclosed intentionally or unintentionally by Gongyilin in the past, it is not difficult to guess the relationship between Tianyuan's calamity and his elder brother. Basically, it can be concluded that the legendary peerless genius is the elder brother that Gongyilin often mentions .But on the other hand, Qinghe himself does not have a good impression of Gongyilin's elder brother. He once felt the despair that Gongyilin felt from the illusion set by Gongyilin.

Even if Gong Yilin could forgive or even not resent the sorrow after being pierced through the heart by a finger of a close relative, that period of the past is by no means pleasant.