After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 100 99. Do not seek secret techniques, techniques will come naturally (4.7K words - please subscribe)
A few days later.
It was a light snowing day. The gloomy sky was filled with sad clouds. A rainbow passed across the sky above the Misty Sea of ​​Jianmen, Nanwu. The rainbow fell directly on the Red Leaf Island, stopped in front of a bamboo house, and then quietly fell in front of the door.

In the yard, the rattan chairs were still there, the medicine racks were empty, and all the exotic flowers and plants were covered in white.

Song Yan raised his hand, arched his hand, and said in a loud voice: "Disciple is here again."

A response soon came from behind the yard: "Hurry up, boy, come to the bamboo plaque on the top right side of the entrance to my house, help me get a dried purple crow grass!"

Song Yan walked in quickly, followed his instructions, and took the herbs. When he arrived at the backyard, he saw Master Kuye Swordsman still hovering over the medicine cauldron with his sword, busy putting in the herbs, muttering something with a frown on his face.

He raised his sleeves and flicked them lightly.

The wind blew the grass and it fell into the hands of Master Kuye Swordsman.

Sword Master Kuye was busy again, then he closed the lid of the cauldron, landed on the ground, dusted his hands, looked at the cauldron nervously, and murmured, "Purple crow tastes sweet and salty and has a cold nature, it can cool the blood and activate blood circulation. Even though halberd is hot in nature, it can be neutralized by it, and it should be able to relieve coughs more. Cough cough cough."

He coughed violently, causing his hair to tremble.

I don't know when the black hair had been mixed with some frosty white hair.

Song Yan saluted and said, "Teacher."

Sword Master Kuye said: "I heard that you came out, it's only been half a year, tsk."

The old man stroked his beard slightly, thought, raised his head, and his eyes were like two cold swords piercing Song Yan, and said seriously: "Yu Jian, let me see it."

Just like in the Demon Sect, there is no difference between talking about reason and farting, and the person who dies is the unreasonable person; in the Sword Sect, talking big is the same as farting, and a hundred words are not as good as flying the sword and watching.

The heart of the sword and the intention of the sword are all within it. Why bother to distinguish them?
"Yes."

Song Yan had truly practiced the "Xuanhua Yijian Canon". The sword of visualization had already emerged from the clouds, and the sword that belonged to him had long been extremely clear. As for the spell "White Snake Sword Art", he was already familiar with it.

He snapped his fingers, made a gesture, and the flying sword came out of its sheath. The rainbow light merged with it, and it circled above the bamboo house for more than ten times in an instant, making the wind and snow swirl like whirlpools on the surface of a white lake.

Snapped.

After doing all this, he landed again, stood back in his original position, and saluted the old man again.

Sword Master Kuye seemed to be still appreciating the sword's heart and sword intent. He closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, then opened his eyes and said, "The unity of man and sword, the ultimate secret of the Mysterious Sword Canon, you have realized it.

In this case, we should not waste your excellent talent for sword training."

He paused again, and then suddenly said: "The Puppet Sect is aggressive, and the Great Elder has no choice but to challenge that Gu Huangzi. The two of them agreed to fight at Konglan Mountain next year.
Time is running out, and the Great Elder wants to personally teach some of the best younger generations in our Sword Sect.

Although your realm is still a little short, you are qualified. I will guarantee that you can go to see the Great Elder. Is that okay?"

Song Yan didn't want to see the Great Elder.

Apart from the headmaster who was in seclusion on Luoxia Bamboo Island, this elder was the strongest master in the entire Nanwu Sword Sect. His illusions could deceive ordinary people in the early and middle stages of the Crimson Palace, but if you didn't concentrate, you wouldn't be able to see it. But the elder's kind should not be able to be deceived.

Seeing his hesitation, Sword Master Kuye said with a smile, “Boy, why are you still hesitating when others are eager for this opportunity?

I tell you, this time the Great Elder might secretly pass on my Sword Sect's supreme secret skill to a certain disciple."

After saying this, he waited calmly.

Song Yan simply shook his head.

If he was the real White Tiger, he would have gone.

But he's a fake.

Besides, it is easy to imagine that if the Great Elder taught him this unique skill, how many people would be watching him. Among these people would be the seniors from the Nanwu Sword Sect who were secretly protecting him, the masters from the Puppet Sect who wanted to capture or assassinate him, and many other bullshit things.

If the Great Elder wins the battle against Gu Huangzi, it would be fine. But if he loses, then this disciple who has inherited the supreme skills of the Sword Sect will instantly be in the spotlight.

He won't do it.

Sword Master Kuye said, "Opportunities are rare. You didn't have them before."

Song Yan continued to shake his head.

The Withered Leaf Sword Master asked, "Why?"

Song Yan said: "My disciple is not worthy."

Sword Master Kuye frowned and said, "Even though you made mistakes in the past, you should have gotten over it now that your mind has broken through. So why don't you focus on my Sword Sect, slay demons and monsters, and carry on the past!"

Song Yan said: "My heart is broken, I just want to close my eyes, plug my ears, and seek a quiet place."

Master Kuye Swordsman was stunned for a moment. At this moment, he finally understood what state of mind this disciple had realized.

Fortunately, he was happy before, thinking that Jianmen had produced a genius who had been tempered through hardships and hardships.

But this is not tempered by the bitter cold, this is clearly a complete fall into the extreme state of mind of "sad and heartbroken, living a life of drunkenness and dreams, and not wanting to hear anything outside the window anymore"
But once the extreme state of mind is achieved, it is achieved.

Master Kuye raised his eyes to look at Song Yan, but saw that the other party's eyes were slightly drooping, with no hope in them, and he really looked like he had cut off his life from the world.

He couldn't help but asked viciously, "Are you really not going?"

Song Yan shook his head.

"Are you going or not?"

Song Yan continued to shake his head.

The withered leaf swordsman's lips moved, hesitating to speak, and finally shouted: "Get lost!"

Song Yan saluted, turned around and said "get out".

But just as he “rolled” to the door, the voice of Sword Master Kuye came from behind: “Starting tomorrow, come to my side to make pills!

If you don't practice swordsmanship, you can at least make pills, right?

It's very quiet here, especially the spiritual garden behind the house. Except for me, no one goes there all year round.

How about this, are you satisfied?"

There was a hint of provocation and sarcasm in his words.

After all, which hot-blooded swordsman would be willing to come and farm?
It was because of the elixir poison that made it difficult for him to make further progress, so he humbled himself and came here to cultivate the Xuan fields in the hope of developing some elixir recipes so that those who came after him would have more chances to become stronger, and not end up like him, suffering from the elixir poison day and night.

However, Song Yan paused and said, "Yes, teacher."

When Master Kuye Sword heard that he actually agreed, he became inexplicably angry, his beard trembling, and he paced back and forth. He suddenly sniffed and seemed to smell a burnt smell, but when he looked again, he found that the burnt smell came from the medicine cauldron.

The withered leaf swordsman was furious. He found that he had been led by this boy and had forgotten his temper. The more he thought about the tone, the more he could not help but roared like thunder: "Get out! You stinky boy! Bad luck!"

"is teacher."

Song Yan's tone was calm and he left quickly.

He was quite satisfied with this arrangement.

The reason for coming here is to fish in troubled waters. It is obvious at first glance that Sword Master Kuye is the kind of person who is about to die in the early stage of Crimson Palace. This place is just right for him.

The next day
Snapped.

Sword Master Kuye threw out a booklet and said, "Take a look at it yourself, and don't ruin my precious flowers and plants."

He didn't even bother to look at Song Yan.

Song Yan took the booklet, but saw the words "Xuan Cao Bai Jian" written on the cover. When he opened it again, he saw the detailed contents, describing everything from "the appearance and medicinal properties of Xuan Cao" to "the elixirs that can be made".

The first one he got was actually a familiar black grass.

[Moonlight Grass]: Sweet in nature, often grown in the highlands of Xuanmai, gathers Xuan Qi into its stems and leaves, can be stir-fried to make tea, can be dried to make elixir. The grass is cold-resistant and heat-resistant, planted in winter and harvested in summer.

The pill recipes attached later were "Xiao Xuan Ling Dan", "Da Xuan Ling Dan" and even "Xiao Xuan Ye Dan", pills that Song Yan was more familiar with.

Turning further, I saw descriptions of "Spike-leaved Grass" and "Purple Crow Grass".

Obviously, "Xuancao Baijian" was compiled by Master Kuye Swordsman himself based on a combination of many books and his own years of experience.

Song Yan has always been very patient, so he held the book in his hands and studied it carefully at the table next to him.

Master Kuye Swordsman threw the booklet to him, and after a while he glanced at him secretly, only to see that the boy was actually reading it carefully. He really didn't know what to say.

For a sword cultivator to refine pills, it is very mentally taxing and feels like destroying one's own future.

Sword Master Kuye sighed inwardly: 'Perhaps, after a few days, this brat will get tired of it, and then I can recommend him to the Great Elder.
After being isolated for many years, I had an epiphany one day and caught a glimpse of my sword. I realized the unity of man and sword, which is truly extremely rare.

Such talent, at such an age, really shouldn't be wasted by an old man like me.'

Half a month later.
Song Yan not only studied "Xuancao Baijian", but also began to try to take care of the black field behind the bamboo house.

He took off his silver sword robe and put on gray work clothes. He bent down to remove weeds in a field in a small valley on the far right of Red Leaf Island, while driving away some evil birds and evil rats.

The demon bird is called "Yanbo Bird". It is a low-level demon beast among low-level demon beasts. It is very weak, but there are many of them. It is often born in Xuanmai Wetlands and hides at night and comes out during the day.

The demon rat is called "hole-stealing rat", which is a lower-level demon beast than the Yanbo Bird, but it has a special ability: as long as it hides in the soil and does not move, it is extremely difficult to be discovered. It hides during the day and comes out at night. It likes to dig holes underground and then eat the roots and rhizomes of various herbs and flowers.

These two are impossible to kill off, they are the kind that "if you cut the grass and uproot it, it will grow back in the spring breeze".
Even Master Kuye, who was in the Crimson Palace Realm, was overwhelmed, so he built a "special shed" in the Xuan field to grow precious Xuan herbs and flowers, and the rest of the flowers and plants that could tolerate slight damage were placed outside.

Then, after a period of time, he started an operation to "slay the demon birds and destroy the demon rats."

But perhaps the black flowers and black grass grown by Master Kuye Swordsman are quite rare and concentrated, so in addition to these two kinds of monsters, there are actually other monsters visiting.

There are so many kinds of things, all different.

The most amazing thing is a strange creature called "Odd-tailed Shadow Rat".
This strange creature is already a mid-level monster. Its favorite thing to do is "dig other people's fields, eat other people's flowers and plants, and after eating, secretly plant seeds that it got from somewhere, and then hope that the owner can take care of these seeds for them and harvest them when they are ripe."

So despicable!
One time, Master Kuye Swordsman wasn't paying attention and a strange thing grew in the field, which made him very angry.

At this time, Sword Master Kuye once again put down his work, quietly looked towards Xuantian, and released his consciousness.
one look.

He was stunned.

"Don't run!"

"Stop!"

A dusty swordsman in gray stood in the field, rolled up his sleeves, and flew his sword to drive away the Mistbirds. However, there were a lot of them, they swarmed down and then swarmed up, covering the sky and the ground.

But since Song Yan was in charge here, these smokebirds naturally couldn't get any advantage, so they started to run away.

Song Yan pointed his finger and flew with his sword to chase after him.
The birds fell from the sky in a flash, but they still ran a long way.

Song Yan actually flew up on his sword and chased after him relentlessly, shouting things like "Stop, stop right there".

"I"

Master Kuye Swordsman couldn't help but cover his eyes, it was really unbearable to watch.

In the evening, when Song Yan came back from a long busy day, he called Song Yan over again and said earnestly, "Xiu Hu, your talent should not be wasted here. The past is gone, and the future is what you should cherish."

Song Yan looked at him with clear eyes and said, "Teacher, I have thought about it. You can stay here at the Crimson Palace level and dedicate your whole life to the younger generation of Jianmen. Why can't I do the same?"

Sword Master Kuye said: "That's because."

With his lips parted, he thought of his own end, so he did not continue to say "I have erysipelas", but sighed, then smiled and said: "You can stay, my garden needs someone to take care of it anyway.

Otherwise, if the old man passes away one day, all these experiences will be gone.

Instead of looking for a few more disciples at the last minute, it’s better to choose you.

After all, I am also at the Crimson Palace level, and I am somewhat arrogant. I don’t want to easily pass on what I have learned to some disciples with average talent.

Since you are here, and you came at this time, it is good, it is good that you and I are destined to meet. "

From that day on, Master Kuye Swordsman no longer drove Song Yan away and thought of sending Song Yan to the Great Elder. Instead, he patiently taught him how to identify the properties of medicinal herbs.

Song Yan also studied seriously.

In the blink of an eye, another half month passed.

Sword Master Kuye called Song Yan and said, "I will teach you how to make pills today."

Song Yan looked around curiously.

Master Kuye asked, "What are you looking for?"

Song Yan said: "Disciple thought there was a book on alchemy."

Sword Master Kuye laughed and said, "Alchemy depends on the temperature, and the rest depends on the recipe. As for the formation of the recipe, it depends on pharmacology and test results. Where did the book come from?
Do you think you can make the elixir just by following the book?"

Song Yan said: "Isn't there also pharmacology?"

Master Kuye's face turned red, and he said, "I'll teach you the heat first. When you can make the Xiaoxuanling Pill by yourself, I'll teach you the pharmacology."

"is teacher."

Song Yan nodded.

One old and one young, one teaching and one learning.

The old man was eager to teach him with all his heart, but the young man was extremely intelligent and could apply what he had learned to other situations.

Soon it was dusk, and in the blink of an eye the sky was full of stars.

Fog began to rise on the misty sea, and a thin white mist submerged the entire Red Leaf Island in the depths of the foggy sea. It was difficult to see one's fingers when one raised one's hand.

The two of them stopped reluctantly, still wanting to see more.

Sword Master Kuye said, "You learn very quickly. My heart is bleeding. You said your talent, ah. Let's not talk about it, let's not talk about it."

Song Yan said: "This is just the disciple's choice."

Immediately, he glanced at the "Ordinary Fire Alchemy Technique" that appeared in the [Kung Fu] column on the panel, and the "Alchemy Recipe: Xiao Xuanling Pill" (entry-level proficiency) that appeared in the [Spell] column, then said goodbye and turned to leave.

As soon as he returned to the house, he spent 10 years of his life to transform the "entry-level proficiency" of "Dan Recipe: Xiaoxuanlingdan" into "perfect level proficiency".

However, the "pill recipe" is not a spell, and there is no possibility of it mutating because of the ghost root, so that's it.

There is no doubt that "The Art of Alchemy with Ordinary Fire" is just like "The Method of Guiding Mysterious Energy". Both are "skills that can be used once you know them", and the key lies in the object of visualization of the "guiding method" and the fire used for alchemy.

Different fires have different ways of being controlled, and the one Song Yan controls is only the most common "ordinary fire".

Three days later.

Song Yan successfully refined the Xiaoxuanling Pill with a success rate of 30%.

A few days later
Every day that passed, the success rate of pill making increased by 10%, and finally stopped at 80%.

And this is already a terrible success rate.

Master Kuye Swordsman’s level of alchemy is only at this level.

On this day, Sword Master Kuye called Song Yan over and said, "You want to learn the pharmacology of elixir formulas, right?"

Song Yan said: "Yes, teacher."

Master Kuye showed a hidden cunning look and said, "Well, I will give you a token. You can go to the library and get it yourself."

"Yes." Song Yan took the token and turned to leave.

The withered leaf swordsman said from behind: "That."

"What's the matter, teacher?"

"If you," Master Kuye stammered, "have found a sword technique, a technique, or something you like, don't hesitate to take it back. The gatekeeper of the library is an old acquaintance of mine. Do you understand?"

"I understand, teacher."

Song Yan bowed again and flew away on his sword.

During these days on Red Leaf Island, he had a pretty good understanding of the distribution of buildings on the island.

Sword Master Kuye looked at the fading rainbow light, stroked his beard, and said to himself: "Brat, don't let me down."

In order to let you practice sword again, I deliberately found my mortal enemy, bowed my head to her, and asked her to put several secret books in the library next to the alchemy and pharmacology.

You little bastard, please don't lose sight of it!'

(End of this chapter)