Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

A smooth boulder blocked the narrow and dense forest path. It was so big that it almost reached a high mountain.

The doom squirrel raised the tip of its huge, fluffy tail, and watched Gongyilin dangling around in particular, as if laughing at the other party's overreach after not listening to his advice.

Gong Yilin looked at the huge rock and sighed, "It would be great if the senior brother was here."

He has always admired the senior brother who has been a road idiot for many years and has developed the skill of moving mountains.

It was rare for Qinghe to tease him, and asked, "Do you regret choosing this path?"

Gong Yilin raised his eyebrows, not a bit regretful, "If we take the path chosen by that squirrel, I guess now it's not a boulder blocking the road, but a sea of ​​knives and flames."

Qinghe nodded, agreeing.

The doom squirrel continued to raise its tail in disdain.

Suddenly, Gongyilin's eyes became a little more serious, and there was a faint fire left on his fingertips, smelling the smell in the air, "This scent of flowers..." He frowned, and said with a little hesitation, "It's Ningqing!"

He walked quickly in three steps, bent down and picked up the golden crown snake that had been cut into two pieces in the forest. been here."

Throwing the Golden Crown Snake aside, Gong Yilin looked up at the boulder in front of him, and murmured: "If Ningqing came here, how did he get through here?" He touched his chin as he spoke, "The footprints on the ground are very orderly, indicating that She can see the way ahead, so from this point of view, the current situation of that little girl Chang Le is considered safe."

The doomed squirrel who was standing silently by the side couldn't help covering its face with its giant tail in shame. This man was born too stupid. He didn't see that the face of the humanoid big Kunpeng next to him was getting darker and darker, and even the surrounding air was condensed up.

However, Gong Yilin seemed to be ignorant of Qing He's emotions, and turned his head to ask Qing He's opinion, "What do you think, this boulder is hundreds of feet high, how can Ning Qing and the others pass?"

Qinghe was dressed in white, his sleeves fluttered by the wind, his tone was so cold that it was almost slag, but the answer he gave was extremely rough and simple. He didn't even look at the tall boulder, he opened his thin lips lightly, and spit out three words. One word, "fly over."

The function of the wings of the firebirds is not for beauty, but for flying.

Gongyilin: ...

Reasonable, he couldn't refute it at all.

"Can you consider flying with me?" Gong Yilin asked.

Qinghe: "You have a sword."

Gong Yilin, "The aura here is too unstable. Some places are so thick that it is almost viscous, while others are so thin that it is almost nothing. Under such circumstances, there will be no accidents in Yujian's flight."

If it weren't for the weird concentration of aura, he would have been able to fly a long time ago, who would choose to walk beside the ground if he could fly!

"How about it, let's fly together?" Gong Yilin tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth, as if he were a refined scholar begging for help.

Qinghe chuckled, definitely not a laugh expressing joyful emotion.

Gong Yilin couldn't help but reflect, could it be that he recently offended the great god beside him, why did he suddenly use a sneer to explain all kinds of emotions towards him?After much deliberation, he could only come to one conclusion: he didn't sleep well last night.

This smile was as light as blue smoke, cold as snow, and when it completely dissipated in the air, the Qinghe people were already standing high in the sky, easily crossing the top of the boulder and flying to the other side.

Gongyilin was stunned for three seconds, then turned his head and asked the doomed squirrel, "I was abandoned, right?"

The doom squirrel stood with its paws in mid-air, and wanted to tell Gongyilin that there was no such thing, because just before the hateful Kunpeng took off, it had sent a message to its divine sense, telling it to immediately dig a two-meter-high tunnel. Carry Gongyilin over there, otherwise, he wouldn't mind taking a direct shot and crushing himself under the boulder.

No matter how this person, one squirrel, one Kunpeng thinks about the small matter of the couple's cold war, in the end, as the winner of the ghost birth, Gong Yilin still proudly rode the doomed squirrel through the tunnel.

In the narrow and dark tunnel, Gongyilin played with the Huangquanhuo in his hand heartlessly, flicking the flame out from his fingers and calling it back, without any thought of investigating the cause of Qinghe's anger.

The little flame flickered and extinguished, looking quite happy.

For a moment, the doomed squirrel felt a pang of coldness that penetrated straight into the heart. Human beings can be so cold-hearted.

In fact, the doomed squirrel really thought a little more about this matter. Neither Gongyilin nor Qinghe took it to heart. At first, Qinghe might feel a little unhappy because Gongyilin mentioned Ningqing, but these unhappiness soon came to an end. He will be thrown away soon, without him, it is always easy to divert attention when he is with Gongyilin, just like now, as soon as Gongyilin comes out of the tunnel, he waves at Qinghe, if he has a tail at this time, he must be proud The ground tilted up, showing off: "Look, if you don't take me to fly, you still have something for me to ride!"

Doom Squirrel: ... It is impossible to describe the damage it has received in words.

Gongyilin transferred Qinghe's unhappiness to the doom squirrel with a single sentence. Qinghe glanced at it coldly in the air, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if he was looking at a corpse that was about to lose consciousness. Are you worthy of letting him ride?

Doom Squirrel: ...

The boulder is like a dividing line. The north and south sides are different scenes. The north side is densely forested, cold and cold, and the sun cannot be seen. The south side is as warm as spring. Although it is still a dark world, it feels much warmer. , the spring water is flowing, the birds are singing, even if you don't look at it with your eyes, you can outline a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters and beautiful scenery just by the sound.

"It's strange, it's just a huge rock, but it can separate two completely different worlds," Gong Yilin rolled his eyes, "Isn't it possible, what kind of treasure is that rock, do you want to take it away?"

Qinghe fell from the sky, stopped beside him, and said indifferently: "You resist yourself."

Just one sentence dispelled Gongyilin's thoughts. Although he loves treasures, he can't be a coolie.

Although Gongyilin talked about other things along the way, he did not relax at all. He could feel the fragrance left by Ningqing in the air. under the trace.

"It stands to reason that Ningqing and Yuhuang should be much faster than us, but the scent left in the air shows that the distance between them and us is not that long."

Qinghe, "Maybe it was delayed by something."

Gongyilin bowed his head and thought for a while, "It seems that the world in this painting is indeed extremely dangerous. Firstly, a master poisoner like Mrs. Bai is forced to lose himself, and even the Emperor Yu is bound. , our luck is really good.”

Indeed, although they also fought with strange beasts along the way, most of them were after encountering the doomed squirrels, and they were all at ease. The combat effectiveness of the two sides was obviously not on the same level.

Gong Yilin stretched his waist, walked in front, and muttered: "It's rare to be lucky. I don't know if it's an illusion. I always feel that there is something protecting me. Even if I am domineering in this secret realm, no one can stop it." .”

The speaker was unintentional, but when Qinghe heard this sentence, his eyes sank, as if he was thinking about something.

Just as he was talking, Gongyilin stopped suddenly, his eyes locked on a rock, and the doomed squirrel followed his gaze, but he didn't see anything. Pick up something.

A fluttering red feather has a faint layer of fiery red light flowing on its surface, and the temperature spread in the palm can make people feel a little scorching hot.

Gongyilin frowned, raised his eyes to Qinghe and said, "Fire Bird Ling?"

Qinghe said indifferently: "You read it wrong."

Gong Yilin approached him holding the firebird feather, "This is clearly the feather of the firebird."

Qinghe glanced casually, "It's a chicken feather."

Gong Yilin: ...Please don't deceive yourself.

Seeing that Qinghe was not just showing off, but really didn't care, Gongyilin asked shyly, "Should we speed up and catch up?"

Qinghe actually nodded, "After that, you will be a hero to save the two beauties, and good things will come in pairs?"

Gong Yilin waved his hand, "Ning Qing and I also had a karma in the past, but it was just a life-saving grace. As for Chang Le, she is just a young girl who has not experienced much in the world. Presumably they will not have too much embarrassment, there are really not many people in this world who can live with the Emperor Yu."

His analysis was logical, but Qinghe didn't intend to follow the truth at all, but just ignored it, and even slowed down his pace.

Gongyilin rolled his eyes and whispered something in his ear, Qinghe squinted at him, "Really?"

Gongyilin, "There is absolutely no falsehood."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qinghe had turned into a beautiful snow-white Kunpeng, carrying him against the wind.