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

Chapter 118 117. A Different Winter (4.4K words - please subscribe)
After a while.
"Brother, try the Ice Wheel Vine for one coin first, no more!"

Junior Sister Xiaoli, flying on a sword, was flying over the medicine cauldron and observing the situation inside.

Rustle.
Song Yan accurately cut off the dried white vine, then raised his sleeves and put it into the medicine cauldron.

Junior Sister Xiaoli said, "Brother, you should weigh yourself. I get nervous every time you don't weigh yourself."

She didn't look angry on her face, but that was because the target was Song Yan. If it was someone else, she would have cursed at him a long time ago.

She hates people who are not serious the most.

Song Yan was very confident in his swordsmanship, but since his junior sister asked him to do so, he still agreed.

Junior Sister Xiaoli continued to lie on the medicine cauldron to observe, and then shouted again: "Senior Brother, Sun Jing Ju, prepare two coins, and then give one coin first."

Song Yan quickly took a bunch of golden dried flowers, plucked a few leaves, weighed them briefly, and then raised his hand to put them into the furnace.

Junior Sister Xiaoli observed the temperature of the fire, then quickly took some bottles and jars and poured the medicine into the pot. When it was finished, she lifted up her sleeves, fanned the lid of the stove to close the medicine pot, and then reached for the fan.

But her grab was empty, and when she looked up, she saw that her senior brother had already started to fan the flames.

When she looked over, Song Yanzheng smiled at her.

Junior Sister Xiaoli stared at it for a while and found that her senior brother's technique was very good, so she felt relieved. However, she did not rest. Instead, she started to walk around the medicine furnace in circles, muttering to herself.

Song Yan has a very good grasp of the temperature, so his air supply method is almost perfect.

As for alchemy, he also roughly understood it.

The blood of monsters is extremely poisonous, and the core issue in using it to refine the Crimson Palace Pill lies in the contradiction between "cleansing away the evil and removing the poison" and "retaining the efficacy of the medicine".

If you want to get rid of the toxins, that's fine, but if you want to remove the toxins from the monster's blood, you need to toss and turn it over and over again, and the effect of the monster's blood will be destroyed with just a little toss and turn.

You want to preserve the efficacy of the medicine, but if it can't withstand the erysipelas, you will die instantly.

Therefore, by using the "blood of demon beasts" as medicine and forming a balance between it and other spiritual flowers and herbs, the Crimson Palace Pill is made.

But even so, because the blood of the monsters in each portion of "Jianggong Pill" is different, unless you have had successful experience, every time you take a new Jianggong Pill it will be an adventure.

All the alchemist can do is to make the Crimson Palace Pill "surface normal", that is, without any discoloration or strange smell, and the whole thing is round and harmonious with uniform color.

The current level of Nanwu Jianmen is roughly that of being able to successfully refine "Crimson Palace Pills for seven kinds of high-level monsters", but they are only high-level monsters, not Crimson Palace monsters.

How could a true master accept this?
Therefore, many people will take risks.

After the Crimson Palace Pill is refined to the point where it appears "normal", a number of antidotes and natural treasures will be prepared, and then one will retreat to take them, and then resist the poison from the pill in order to survive.

Because once you get through it, the benefits will be huge.

It is difficult to mention the hardships and pains involved to outsiders.

Therefore, after Yu Xuanwei demonstrated the power of "Chen Wang Hu" used by Song Yan through the Preservation Jade, everyone was shocked beyond words. This was even more shocking than when they first knew that "Song Yan, the little thief, stole things from Grandma Fox and fooled the world."

The Jianmen of Southern Wu, the Puppet Sect, and the casual practitioners of the Three Kingdoms only knew that "Chen Wanghu" was a very powerful demon.

But it was different for the fox and wolf tribes. They didn't know what to say about a human being being able to digest the "blood of the tiger king".

This kind of thing is too unbelievable.

So they didn't even consider this at first, and just thought that the "tiger blood of the king" was still with the little thief.

About half an hour later.

A faint fragrance wafts from the medicine furnace, which makes you dizzy.

Junior Sister Xiaoli quickly flew up on her sword, raised her hand to move the furnace cover, and when the smoke inside dissipated, she saw a light blue pill the size of a pigeon egg lying at the bottom of the furnace.

The junior sister raised her hand and took a look, then said, "Brother, it's done.

Sure enough, we still have to use good magical flowers and herbs to achieve better results.

Ice Wheel Vine and Sun Chrysanthemum are more precious than Iron Swallow Grass and Hydrangea, so the same refining method won’t work for Iron Swallow Grass and Hydrangea, but Ice Wheel Vine and Sun Chrysanthemum will work.”

Song Yan said: "It's a pity that the iron swallow grass and hydrangea only bloom once a year.

But the Ice Wheel Vine takes ten years to mature and is often found in cold places.

As for the Sun Chrysanthemum, it only grows in the Fire Mysterious Land. Although it blooms once a year, it only blooms for half an hour each time. Unless you time it well and stay there with your eyes open all the time, you will not be able to get the Sun Chrysanthemum at all. "

Junior Sister Xiaoli sighed softly.

But there's nothing we can do about it.

Precious medicinal materials are hard to find. If it is just geographical restrictions, it is not a big deal, but some medicines take many years to bloom, ten years is not enough. Hundreds of years, thousands of years, and even ten thousand years in legends.
After carefully placing the refined Crimson Palace Pill into a sealed jade bottle and affixing a label, Junior Sister Xiaoli breathed a sigh of relief, then looked out the window. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she said happily, "It's snowing!"

Shouting, she pushed the door open, opened her arms, and ran out.

Song Yan also followed him out, then raised his head and saw specks of white salt falling, hitting the silver sword robe and bouncing away quietly.

There would also be balls of velvet-like snow mixed in with the salt grains. The snow balls would roll on the white satin of the sword robe, and then quickly fly away with the wind, drifting into the flower gardens, woods, and lakes in the distance.

suddenly
Snapped!
Something cold landed on his left cheek.

He turned his head and saw Junior Sister Xiaoli using magic to gather snow and then shape it into a snowball.

'This is.'

Song Yan looked at the snow sliding down his cheeks and murmured, "Fight? Snow? Fight?"

He really never thought that he, who had walked out of the Puppet Sect's sea of ​​blood and corpses, killing and treachery, would one day be able to play snowball fights, and that there would actually be people who would take the initiative to throw snowballs at him.

Song Yan closed his eyes slightly, and the falling snow year after year flashed through his mind.

I watch the snow every year, and the people around me are different every year, but there is never a year when I rush into the snow to have a snowball fight.

Snapped!
Another snowball hit him on the right cheek.

He came back to his senses a little.

Snapped!
The snowball continued to hit him between the eyebrows.

Junior Sister Xiaoli laughed so hard that her stomach hurt. She wrapped herself tightly in a silver sword robe. Her small face was clean and pure. Although she did not have the charm of a mature beauty, she had a kind of innocence, straightforwardness, youth and liveliness.

Her petite figure was like a flower of light blooming on the dark earth, with every petal shining brightly, softening the sharp outlines of the surrounding world and warming the cold and desolate feeling hidden in the cold wind and snow.

It seems that no matter what the scene is, as long as she is thrown into it, the scene will become beautiful, lovely, soft and gentle, like a white cloud or a ball of cotton wool.
Her eyes were very bright, rolling and shining. She looked at Song Yan and laughed out loud, "Silly!"

Song Yan came back to his senses. He raised his hands and gathered a snowball, saying, "Just wait!"

Junior Sister Xiaoli made a face, then put her hands on her hips and said, "Come on, come on, I want to see how capable you are."

The address of "auntie" and "you kid" made Song Yan's eyes go dark.

He immediately grabbed the snowball he had already squeezed and threw it out.

Snapped!
Snapped!
clap clap clap!
The two of them played a snowball fight outside the alchemy room, throwing snowballs back and forth and having a lot of fun.

Not far away at a high place.

Three figures in brocade robes are overlooking the place. These three people have great skills in hiding, and it seems that they have completely integrated into the landscape.

The old woman on the left of the three people laughed first, and then said, "Xuan Wei thinks he looks a bit like the demon Song?"

The woman in the center shook her head slightly and said, "It was just a sudden thought after I heard about Bai Xiuhu's story and Uncle Kuye's joke.

Uncle Kuye felt that he was the product of a powerful person's possession, which was enough to prove his amazing talent. This made me involuntarily think that the demon Song was also the product of a powerful person's possession.

Uncle Kuye said he wanted to find a female cultivator who was proficient in formations, which coincided with the goals of Gu Huangzi and Demon Head Song. So, after I came back this time, I thought of coming to see him."

The withered leaf swordsman on the right said: "In the Preservation Jade, Demon Song came in his true form and fought with Gu Huangzi. This is enough to prove that he has not mastered the illusion of the multi-tailed fox tribe."

Yu Xuanwei shook her head slightly and said, "Not necessarily. Demon Song has a cunning and changeable mind. I really don't know what kind of person he is and what he is planning.

But I knew that he must want my array inheritance and want to use the ancient teleportation array to leave. When I met him that day, I was ready for him to ask for my array inheritance, and I had already thought about what to say.
I want to tell him that my Yu family is the only one that has research on the ancient teleportation array, and it is impossible to give it to him.

If I die, everything will be gone.

I wanted to use this to pull him to my Jianmen side.

But he never asked any questions.”

Granny Meng said, "Xuan Wei, are you going to keep an eye on the Jixiang Chamber of Commerce again this time? I suspect there is something strange about that chamber of commerce."

Yu Xuanwei said: "It's weird, but there's nothing I can do. The Chamber of Commerce leader did throw out the Soul Gold Stone, and I have to chase him.

Mother-in-law, you don't practice formations, so you don't understand the powerful backlash of space teleportation. At least you need a soul gold stone to withstand it.

As for the sect, the great elder, and the friend of the Su family ancestor—Luo Wangsun, they should all be ready to break through to the late stage of the Crimson Palace, right?

If they can break through safely, this sect will be much safer."

Sword Master Kuye said, "Then do you still want to see my disciple, Xuanwei? If you do, I'll send him to you and you can have a good chat with him."

Yu Xuanwei smiled faintly and said, “Forget it.

I really can't imagine that Demon Song would be so close to a female cultivator like Tian Xiaojiu, and it is even harder to believe that he would become a Taoist partner with a female cultivator like An Li who is completely untainted by the world.

Birds of a feather flock together. It’s good for these two kids to be together. They are the future of our Jianmen.”

After saying that, Yu Xuanwei turned around, flew on her sword, blended into the wind and snow, and flew away.

Granny Meng and Master Kuye Swordsman looked at each other and followed closely.

Song Yan, who was playing snowball fight with Junior Sister Xiaoli, turned his head slightly, squinted his eyes and glanced in the direction where the three people left, then continued to make snowballs and throw them at Junior Sister.

That night.

Song Yan held his junior sister's hand and walked on the path.

The snow-covered trees and silver flowers rustled in the wind.

The two of them walked the same way and first arrived at the door of Song Yan's bamboo house.

Song Yan looked at An Li and said, "Junior sister, tonight..."

Before she finished her words, An Li ran away like a frightened little rabbit, and ran to the bamboo house next door. Then she turned her head to look at Song Yan and said, "Brother, good night tonight."

After saying that, he quickly went into the bamboo house and closed the door tightly.

The moment he entered the door, Song Yan could still see the blush on her cheeks, but he didn't know whether it was because of the cold and snowy weather or because of shyness.

He smiled.

He wasn't trying to play any of those "relationships need to be cultivated slowly, junior sisters need to be conquered slowly" kind of things.

These are boring.

The four kinds of "Dinggong Blood" which were extremely precious to ordinary cultivators gave Song Yan terrifying perception. Therefore, even without releasing his spiritual sense, he could vaguely sense that there were people on the cliff in the distance and roughly hear their conversation.

The saying "birds of a feather flock together" once again supports his point of view.

Junior Sister An Li is indeed a good hiding place, and also a place where he can take a breath in the treacherous and dangerous situation.

As for the rest, he didn't care that much.

After all, Junior Sister An Li really doesn't have that kind of charming femininity. Even the "two beautiful concubines of Master Li" can't compare to her in this respect.

Song Yan returned to the house and turned off the lights, but did not fall asleep immediately because he was still thinking about the few words that Yu Xuanwei had just said.

Words like "coming back this time", "Auspicious Chamber of Commerce", "Soul Gold Stone" and so on made him think of many things at once.

After thinking it over a little more, he finally understood that perhaps some old fox had attacked him.

The move was made, but it was like dancing in front of a blind man, completely useless.

He has his own pace and won't be led by anyone.

His rhythm is to keep a low profile, become stronger, and then seize the opportunity to take the initiative.

The simplest ideas often appear the most profound in the most complicated situations.

but
"If the fox and wolf tribes can't find me after repeated attempts, what will happen if they still can't find me this time when they go north to look for me?" Song Yan fell into thought.

Soon, he murmured in his heart: "If it were me, since I can't find it, I won't look for it. I will tie my pocket tightly and wait quietly for the arrival of the Purple Mansion strongman, and then I will catch the turtle in the jar."

"To catch the turtle in the jar, we must completely destroy the ancient teleportation array. Since they have already thrown out the bait of the Soul Gold Stone, there is no reason why they don't know where the ancient teleportation array is. "

"But no matter which force it is, the ancient teleportation array is not a cheap little thing. It means the entrance to a new world and a new map, and it also means the unknown and opportunities."

'So, I won't destroy the ancient teleportation array.

But in order to catch the tortoise in the jar, I will kill the person who can repair the ancient teleportation array here.'

'Yu Xuanwei.'

'By then, we will really have no way out.

Having no way out and having no way out are two different things.'

Song Yan snorted coldly, then stood up, went out, came to the lake, grabbed a bodyless phantom crow in the darkness, and after sensing that there was no one around, he raised his arm slightly and sent the bodyless phantom crow into the wind.

The bodyless phantom crow flew and flew, and quietly landed on a reef on the lake outside Luoxia Bamboo Island, blending into the night. It was not until the early hours of the morning that a figure wrapped in a face-covering cloak was seen riding a sword from afar, and then it flapped its wings and flew away.

The figure was stunned for a moment when he saw the Bodyless Phantom Crow, then slightly pulled back the veil to reveal Yu Xuanwei's face.

"senior?"

The bodyless phantom crow said in a hoarse voice: "Little girl, the fox wolf wants to kill you.

If you don't want to die, don't repair the ancient teleportation array. Hide in the array on Luoxia Bamboo Island and continue to let people disguise you.

Actually, your poor disguise skills have long been seen through!
But true and false, when the fake you is still on Luoxia Bamboo Island, others will subconsciously think that the real you is not here. "

Yu Xuanwei's delicate body trembled, she was speechless with astonishment. Seeing the bodyless phantom crow about to fly away, she hurriedly asked, "Senior, do you have the Soul Gold Stone?"

The bodyless phantom crow fluttered its wings, revealing a small piece of pale golden stone the size of a bean, and asked, "This?"

Yu Xuanwei said happily: "You have!"

After the bodyless phantom crow was confirmed, it said no more, spread its wings and flew away, blending into the darkness.

Yu Xuanwei was stunned for a moment, but did not chase after him. Instead, she began to carefully ponder Song Yan's words. The more she pondered, the more outrageous it seemed to her, and she felt that this devil Song was so terrifying.

In fact, Song Yan himself didn't know whether Fox Wolf had started "preparing to kill Yu Xuanwei", but he knew that if it was him, he would do it. Since he would do it, he had to plug this hole in advance.

As for the inheritance of the formation
You won’t get it if you just ask for it.

There is ample time.

(End of this chapter)