Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

Seeing that Qinghe's eyes just fell on him, but he didn't speak, Gongyilin wondered: "I'm curious, why have you been staring at me lewdly since just now?"

He lowered his head and glanced at himself: "Could it be that my recent chest and abdominal muscles have a tendency to become big?"

Qinghe's lips moved slightly, and Gongyilin immediately said: "Think twice before speaking, we can still be friends if we don't tell the truth."

"You have said enough compliments," Qinghe said while looking at him, "loyal words are harmful to the ear and good for deeds."

Gong Yilin covered his face and made a sad look: "It seems that friends can't be done."

"It can't be done." The moment Gongyilin put down his hand and looked at Qinghe, Qinghe suddenly said: "But we can do something else."

"..."

Gong Yilin: He was teased unexpectedly, the most romantic and handsome man in the world was teased by a bird!

How can it be!

There is nothing greater than heartbreak, Gongyilin opened his arms, and fell heavily backwards, falling on layers of fallen leaves, but without making too much noise, he became the person Qinghe saw when he first entered the Forest of Ten Thousand Ghosts. The appearance, the deep pupils, and the night are almost perfectly blended together.

Swish swish!

All the leaves were manipulated by spiritual power, covering half of Gongyilin's body again.

It's a very strange posture and shape, but it can be seen that there is a small vortex around him, and the surrounding aura is continuously pouring into his body.

It was the first time for Qinghe to see this kind of cultivation method, and it was very interesting to match Gongyilin's lifeless face. His body stood very straight, no matter from which angle, he seemed to be looking down on a person from a high position.

Gongyilin rolled his eyes, slowed down the speed of spiritual energy absorption, and accused: "You are staring at my chest and abdominal muscles lewdly again."

Looking forward instead of retreating, Qinghe looked around and said pertinently: "You have become fatter."

It's really unbelievable that ghost cultivators can also gain weight.

The corner of Gongyilin's mouth twitched: "You are blind."

Qinghe stopped hitting him, and sat on the other side with his coat up, looking carefully at the surroundings. There were no ghosts gathering around Gongyilin. Occasionally, one or two wandered over, but they were just salivating at Qinghe. Staying by his side for a while, he was guided forward by the light from Gongyilin's fingertips.

But hundreds of feet away, there are densely packed evil spirits, gathering together like a wall.

Gently squeezed some finely crushed black soil with his fingers and rubbed it between his fingertips, Qinghe frowned: "Demon energy?"

There is such a strong demonic energy in the land, no wonder it becomes a place where all ghosts are bred.

"It was said here that it was a battlefield for the third human-devil war. Tens of thousands of people and demons died here. It is normal to have demonic energy." Gongyilin looked at the sky above his head where no stars could be seen, and said: "Wan Guilin also has a few vengeful spirits formed by the grievances of the great demon kings at that time. They don't appear often, but once encountered, even I will find it difficult."

Seeing his relaxed posture, Qinghe was somewhat skeptical.

Gong Yilin smiled and said, "I know what you're thinking, but the so-called wraiths can always survive if they can't beat them."

"The third human-devil war..." Qinghe's eyes rarely had a hint of remembrance of the past, although it flashed extremely fast, it still existed.

Gong Yilin turned his head, "Speaking of which, you should have more say than me. After all, you have been on the main battlefield in the third human-devil war."

Qinghe never made any comments on that war with millions of casualties. At that time, Tianyuan's previous headmaster was still alive, and the two fought side by side. On the battlefield, he saw the ferocity and tyranny of the demons, and also saw the treachery of human beings. .

In the end, Qinghe just said indifferently: "There is only one way to survive in war, and never let anyone take advantage of it, whether it is the enemy or your own people."

Gongyilin laughed out loud, "It's just human nature, anything can happen on the battlefield." He closed his eyes, and said, "Master said that as soon as the war comes, it will end as quickly as possible, but In just a few hundred years, although humans and demons are still vigilant against each other, there has never been any large-scale conflict, so the tragic fight at that time seemed like a joke."

"Humans and devils can live in peace with each other on the premise that no one can become immortal again." Qinghe reminded him.

"Eldest brother once said that he wanted to create a peaceful and prosperous world with his own hands," Gong Yilin said with a self-deprecating smile, "From another perspective, more than half of his goal has been achieved."

"I just don't know if those heroes who died in the war are willing," he sighed faintly: "Grandpa Ning Qing, the old demon king was also implicated in the war between humans and demons at that time, and died of serious injuries. Brothers fight against each other, close relatives turn against each other, but unfortunately I don't love women, so I wasted a heroic rescue."

Speaking of regret, Gong Yilin's tone was normal.

Feeling the more intense devilish energy in the air as the night darkened, Qinghe said: "The devilish energy, the resentment energy and the corpse energy are almost exhausting the spiritual energy around here, almost forming a land of ten evil spirits, your The master’s gate has not been relocated, and there is even a rebirth of spiritual energy in the nearby mountains, which is indeed somewhat capable.”

"How long has the human-devil war lasted?" Gongyilin said: "I have never experienced it, but there have been no less than three such wars on this land, and some may even be more tragic, but so what, back and forth I don't know how many thousands of years, the number of people who died is countless, but the master's door is always stationed."

"You are quite confident." Qinghe laughed.

Gong Yilin: "My beauty and wisdom do not allow me to be humble."

Not letting go of any point and almost praising himself is his life pursuit that he enjoys.

Another little ghost lingered around Qinghe recklessly. Its light was quite dim, and its vitality was about to dissipate. Seizing the house became its only choice, and Qinghe killed it without any hesitation.

"In this way, there are 19 disciples in the sect plus you, which is quite a lot."

"The various sects have their own rules for selecting disciples, generally between the ages of nine and 14. Among the talented, the younger the disciples are, the more valuable they are to be cultivated. Not only can their loyalty to the master be cultivated to the maximum extent. , and their future development potential is even greater.”

Gong Yilin said again: "And this place is the place where evil spirits gather, ordinary youngsters can't resist the invasion of death energy at all, before the master confiscated me as a disciple, a few seniors didn't make it through. As for the young age, it will disappear."

Qinghe: "What about you?"

"If you really want to tell it, it is a legendary story. A certain year, a certain month, a certain day..."

Qinghe corrected him: "On a certain day and month more than 1000 years ago."

Gongyilin took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to punch, and continued: "It is said that it was a sunny day. Eldest brother went down the mountain and picked up an abandoned baby on a whim. The cemetery was already vacated, so no one can do it." I didn't expect this abandoned baby to survive miraculously."

"The most astonishing thing is that this abandoned baby was so gifted that he learned the most powerful mental method of the teacher. A few years later, he grew up to be a handsome and handsome man. The turbulent waves attracted countless beauties bowing down."

After finishing speaking in one breath, Gong Yilin opened his eyes again and asked, "How is it? Isn't it an inspiring story?"

Of course, he wouldn't be so stupid as to wait for Qinghe to praise him according to his words, mainly to play with his prestige on the lips, and he felt secretly refreshed, but this time Qinghe not only didn't speak out against him, but nodded in agreement.

Gong Yilin pinched his arm hard to make sure he didn't fall asleep on the way to practice and had a big spring and autumn dream.

He straightened up half of his body like a corpse, moved towards Qinghe, and looked at Qinghe as if studying a foreign creature: "Could it be that he has become obsessed with cultivation?" As he spoke, he moved closer and observed carefully, " Or was it really stolen?"

Ignoring Gongyilin's sighs, Qinghe said calmly: "It's best if you can survive at that time."

Originally, a bunch of jokes were brewing, but now I can swallow all of them after flushing.

Silence, silence, dead silence.

Gong Yilin was not used to such a sudden serious atmosphere, so he pretended not to hear, and changed the subject abruptly: "Since you have met my seventh senior brother, it means that the other senior brothers are also going down the mountain. There is no possibility of escaping down the mountain.”

It is a great pity in life that the glass handkerchief was not fully used.

Qinghe was noncommittal.

At this moment, in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Forest full of dangers, the two had their own postures, relaxed and calm. Gongyilin did not chat or laugh with Qinghe in the following time, he was very clear in his heart, These three days are estimated to be the only easy days for him in the future. On the day of the Artifact Master Competition, a new round of bloody storms will follow.

Standing in the center of the storm, if you don't want to be eliminated by the shuffle, you must eliminate your opponent first. This is an eternal truth.

Three days later, beside the mountain gate sealed with thousands of spells, Gong Yilin slapped the storage bag habitually. Just as the flying sword came out, he suddenly thought of something and took it back.

There are several senior brothers standing beside him, no matter whether the destination is the same or not, they all did not choose the same road, each of them took the flying magic weapon and quickly disappeared among the mountains. The last one to go was the seventh senior brother of Gongyilin. Zhong threw a storage bag to Gong Yilin, and said: "In it is the self-defense magic weapon that I and several other senior brothers prepared for you. The Nagato turmoil has risen, and troubled times are approaching. I hope the younger brother will be more careful."

The voice fell, and the person was no longer known how many miles away.

Gongyilin put away the storage bag, didn't look at the things inside, but looked back at the direction of Taxian Pavilion, quickly recovered, and nodded at Qinghe, who turned into a huge Kunpeng, carrying Gongyi Yilin quickly drove towards the direction of Nagato.