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Chapter 207 Chapter 206. The mysterious bell camel journey, news of the ancient Wuxiang tribe (8.0K words - big chapter, please subscribe)
The Sea of ​​Bitterness, the Corrupted Thoughts Layer, the Sword Town, the Heart Demon Sword Prison, in front of the gate
Everything here was reflected in a eerie way. Song Yan's head was facing the threshold of the gate, while his feet were suspended in the air. The first thing the Bitter Sea Swordsman who rushed out saw was his hurriedly running feet, and only by looking down could he see his head.

Everything seemed to remind Song Yan that he did not belong here.
The universe is so amazing that it can carve out steep and long mountains with knives and axes, and it can also paint beautiful rivers and mountains with a stroke of a brush. When Song Yan was still living a nine-to-five life, he was often shocked by these things.

But now, in front of this strange building that is the embodiment of this obsession, the mountains and rivers are nothing.

Song Yan sensed his own state of existence here.

The body is in the human world, but the soul is in the sea of ​​suffering.

There is only soul and thought here.

At this moment, wisps of gray air began to emerge from the crack of the dark ancient door.

The aura landed on the ground and transformed into three bitter sea swordsmen.

The swordsman's face was blurred, and he held a shadowy gray sword in his hand.

The sword suddenly appeared and stabbed towards Song Yan.

Each of these thorns contains different evil thoughts, some obscene, some violent, some insane. If these evil thoughts were to fall into the human world, any one of them would create a bloodthirsty demon.

Likewise, each stab also contained absolute skill and was exquisite. These skills were honed by the master of evil thoughts after slaughtering hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of people during his lifetime.

As Song Yan's mind moved, four arms and three heads suddenly appeared. This was his soul state.

But as soon as it appeared, the four-armed and three-headed creature lost three arms and two heads, leaving only the kind-looking head and the hand holding the sword.

Shanshi held a sword in one hand and held the other hand made of ordinary strength behind his back. Song Yan also felt the mysterious restraint here in an instant: there are swordsmen coming to the Sword Town, and it is not that swordsmen cannot enter.

"So that's how it is. Only sword cultivators can come here?"

After thinking about it, Song Yan looked at the three Kuhai swordsmen who were rushing towards him and slashed with his sword.

The skill of his sword might be just as good as that of the three swordsmen from the bitter sea, but there was a world of difference in strength. If the three swordsmen were little kids, then he was a strongman who had undergone devilish training.

With one sword strike, the three Kuhai swordsmen exploded with a "bang bang bang".

New insights into the way of the sword once again emerged in Song Yan's heart, making him feel vaguely that he had sensed new sword magic, and his swordsmanship became clearer after defeating the evil thoughts.

This made his corpse slightly clearer and more solemn than before.

a moment
Five bitter sea swordsmen appeared.

Song Yan killed four with one sword, and kicked the remaining one, breaking both the man and the sword into pieces.

Five bitter sea swordsmen, die!

A moment later.
Seven.

He killed four with one sword, killed two with one kick, and another one successfully stabbed him with the sword, and then the sword shattered directly like it was stabbed into a huge rock!
Another moment.
nine
Slash with sword, blow up, punch up, and hug up.
dead!
A hundred
dead!
When Song Yan killed a hundred bitter sea swordsmen at once, a true sword heart had already risen in Shanshi.

If at the beginning he kicked, punched, and even hugged his opponent to kill, now he has begun to show the demeanor of a true kendo master.

When he killed the last hundred swordsmen, he simply put one hand behind his back and held the sword with the other, and killed the hundred people in the blink of an eye.

In the car, Song Yan opened his eyes.

The carriage was still shaking.

But Song Yan felt as if his soul had received a small baptism. He felt very comfortable and open, so bright that there was no room for anything else in his heart.

Song Yan had experienced this kind of purity when he was "free from inner demons and all seven emotions and six desires were his true self", but now it was a completely different kind of purity, which was the righteous thoughts of a true swordsman after he had eliminated all the inner demons and evil thoughts.

Suddenly, Song Yan felt that the texture of the mysterious little heavenly characters under his skin was a little hot. When he looked closely, he found that the panel had actually changed.

In the "Spell" column, a line of information suddenly split out from the "Small Heavenly Dao Text——??" (Incomplete)":
"Xiao Tiandao Text - Introduction" (1/100)

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, then he looked at the [Array] again and found that the "Small Heavenly Dao Characters - Introduction" (incomplete) was still there.

The difference between the two is that the former belongs to him and is not incomplete, while the latter is incomplete only for his use.

At the same time, at this moment, the 9,213 array patterns on the unforgettable "Small Heavenly Dao Gathering Array (Incomplete)" actually appeared clearly in his mind.

Whether it is the corpse goblins in the void underworld or the white cystic text in the cracks of the Tianzun Secret Realm, it is clearly indicated that the "Small Heavenly Dao Text" is one of the powers that is above the Divine Infant and even more long-term realms.

The increase in strength will allow him to have more cards in this world.

This world is too dangerous. Maybe now he can fight against Long Muyun, the ancestor of the "Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan", but what does that mean?

This trip to the Level 2 Xiuxuan Land made him realize that he knew too little about this world.

变强
Only by becoming stronger can you survive more crises.

The next moment, Song Yan began to try to use his wisdom to comprehend the "Introduction to the Small Heavenly Dao Texts", but after investing more than a thousand years of his life, he gave up.

Wisdom is the enlightenment of one's self, while the characters of the Small Heavenly Dao are obtained from heaven and earth.

In other words, if he wants to advance the progress of "Introduction to Small Heavenly Dao Characters", for now he should continue to enter the Heart Demon Sword Prison and fight with the stronger sword masters among all the sword cultivators in history.

At night, the carriage stopped on a grassland on a high hill. There were all kinds of flowers and weeds growing everywhere, some of which were even higher than the knees. The horses snorted from time to time due to the buzzing of strange insects.

Ling Xiaoxiao set up a simple concealment formation and got into the carriage. When he looked up, he saw his senior brother sitting by the window with clear eyes, his gaze following the winding river in the distant canyon.

Those eyes were pure and clean, and Ling Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment.

"Senior brother, you."

“I’ve recovered a little.”

"Then we might as well go back and report to Jian Weng."

"Forget it, where in the world is not a place for cultivation?"

Ling Xiaoxiao was about to persuade him again, but she thought of the various looks from her fellow disciples in front of the Chanjianzhai Hall yesterday, as well as the condescending and aggressive aura of the female cultivator with golden bells on her feet.

She couldn't help but shiver, feeling that she would never be able to be in the same world as that female cultivator.

Too powerful, too scary.

That female cultivator might be able to crush her and her senior brother to death with just one finger.

Therefore, Ling Xiaoxiao gave up the idea of ​​persuading his brother to return, and just said: "I am a person without character and talent. If I can lure a senior brother of Purple Mansion Realm back to my clan, I can be regarded as finding a patron saint.

My father wants me to be a protector, I can't do it, but my senior brother can. When I return to the clan with my senior brother, I will be with him every day, spend a hundred years together, and give birth to a child for him. What's wrong with that?'

For a moment, all kinds of illusions appeared before Ling Xiaoxiao's eyes.

Children gathered from all directions, and she and her senior brother sat on the big chairs in the middle hall, listening to the children calling their dad and mom; time passed, and more children came, calling them "grandparents" when they paid their respects; time passed again, and there were even more children, who gathered around and called them "old ancestor".

No matter what the children experience, she will always be with her brothers, through life, death, sickness and old age, and never leave them.

Ling Xiaoxiao felt sweet in her heart, and loved her senior brother more and more. She quietly moved her hips and sat next to him, asking him all kinds of questions, wanting to see if he had really recovered.

But as they were asking questions, they both suddenly stopped talking and just gasped. Their breathing became faster and faster, and their fingers were hooked together. Gradually, the area of ​​skin contact increased until they were entangled and they embraced each other in joy in this desolate spring night.

The next day, early.

The carriage continued along the winding mountain road out of the mountain.

Song Yan visualized the picture of "Outside the Gate of the Heart Demon Sword Prison", his soul left his body and he once again came to the front of the reflected black gate.

After waiting for a moment, there was no more gray aura surging out today, and no Bitter Sea Swordsman appeared in front of him.

Song Yan thought for a moment, stepped forward, came to the door, and pointed at the upside-down dark ancient door with his finger. As he pointed, he felt a strange "buzzing" sound in his soul.

The buzzing sound continued, turning into countless strange whispering sounds that came towards me.

Song Yanzheng kept his mind focused and the strange sound disappeared.

The dark door opens
Behind the door, there is an extremely vast courtyard.

Behind the door, unlike outside the door, there were hunched sword cultivators walking in the courtyard. Those sword cultivators were surrounded by evil thoughts as thick as oil. Walking in the world was like walking on black glue, with more or less rusty swords sticking out of their bodies.

Compared with the previous Bitter Sea Swordsman, their faces were much clearer and different, there were men and women, old and young.

When the old man closest to the door saw Song Yan, he pulled out a rusty sword from his belly and walked towards him slowly but actually quickly. In just a blink of an eye, he was in front of Song Yan.

The old man wielded the rusty sword and thrust it towards Song Yan. The power of the sword came from the strength of the old man's thoughts, and the skill came from his understanding of the way of the sword.

Shanshi Song Yan raised his sword to meet him.

As soon as he touched him, Song Yan roughly understood the old man's strength: he was in the early stage of Divine Infant, a little bit weaker than the Deceiving Demon Monk.

The two men started fighting each other like a violent storm.

Suddenly, Song Yan noticed that rust had appeared on his sword. He frowned slightly and didn't want to try again, so he increased his strength and slashed the old man in half with one sword.

The old man who was split in two was not dead. Instead, his eyes suddenly became clear for a moment. He reached out to him with both hands and let out a hoarse cry: "Save me."

The old man was defeated, and new insights into the way of the sword emerged in Song Yan's heart. Although the progress of "Introduction to the Small Heavenly Dao Characters" did not jump forward, Song Yan could already feel it was advancing slowly.

Song Yan swept his sword again.

The sword had already developed rust marks like rotten peach blossoms, and each strand of rust extended far away. In the distance, some mumbling whispers could be heard.

At the same time, a new message appeared on Song Yan's panel:
【Gong method】

"Sword Devouring Transformation Method" (Not yet started)
Song Yan looked at the weird rotten peach-shaped rust marks.

The rusty sword here means his sword heart and his thoughts are all rusty.

Song Yan glanced at the old man who was chopped in half and was still begging for help, and frowned slightly.

The next moment, he tapped his fingers rapidly on the rust on the sword.

Whenever you touch it, rust will fall off.

Song Yan's eyes lit up, and he thought to himself: 'It actually works!'

After thinking about it again, he suddenly understood: "The true use of selflessness is to cut off the cause and effect around me. These rusts that corrode thoughts are, to put it bluntly, external causes and effects, and can be cut off."

But as the rust on the last peach blossom disappeared, the words "Sword-Devouring Transformation Technique" (Not Yet Mastered) on his panel also disappeared.

Song Yan had never encountered such a thing before. He looked at the sword cultivators whose bodies were covered with tar, and then looked at the old man who was cut in half by his sword but was slowly recovering. He frowned slightly and said to himself: "This is weird."

But the next moment, an idea suddenly emerged in his mind: "Since I can use the self, can I use the other's transformation?"

Thinking of this, he immediately took action and raised his hand to grab the old man.

As soon as his five fingers touched the old man, the tar-like evil thoughts began to climb towards Song Yan's soul frantically.

Song Yan waved his hand fiercely!

laugh!
The old man was pulled out by him like a ball of gradually wrinkled human-shaped liquid, and slowly attached to his soul. At the same time, the old man began to disappear, and he slowly began to turn into a swordsman who was corroded by evil thoughts and had a rusty sword stuck in his body.

The originally upside-down gate and courtyard gradually began to return to their correct positions, which meant that he was using the power of "othering" to join the new big family of "Heart Demon Sword Prison".

But after pulling for only a little bit, a much greater force came from the other side.

Bang!
The old man shrank back again and returned to the door.

Song Yan also retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and his head and feet were turned upside down again.

He stepped back sharply, coming to a conclusion in his mind.

Even here, 'transformation' can be used, but the direct cause and effect connected to this old man is too heavy for him to pull.

He glanced at the sword cultivators walking around the yard like zombies and after a brief thought, he retreated first.

The next moment, all the grim scenes of the Heart Demon Sword Prison were replaced by a peaceful and harmonious scene in the carriage. Song Yan thought to himself: "No hurry, let's take a look around the little guys' world first.

Although this Level 2 Xuan Cultivation Land is in the same world as the Level 1 Xuan Cultivation Land, it is very different, and I can see more secrets here.'

In addition to "resolving the cause and effect of the Wuxiang ancient clan and perfecting his own artistic conception", Song Yan also added a task of "exploring the sea of ​​suffering".

Sooner or later he would have to cross the sea of ​​suffering, and who knows, he might even have to escape through it. Now that this level 2 cultivation area had a method to "visualize the sea of ​​suffering and enter special areas within it", he naturally wanted to learn more about it.

A single tree cannot make a forest. In the past, the Nanwu Jianmen who escaped from the Lingbo Ancient Clan were able to visualize the Sea of ​​Bitterness. Now, the Wuliang Ancient Clan can also visualize the "Heart Demon Sword Prison". There is a story behind this.

About a month later.
The carriage left the Blue Sky Fairy Mountain. The floating clouds changed from being close on the left to being high above. The wheels rolled into the fragrance of the grassland, and the air was filled with the smell of flower and grass juice.

Song Yan rested his hands comfortably on the wall of the car, with his long legs stretched out, not looking like an immortal at all.

He seemed to sense something, and tilted his head slightly, lifted the curtain of the car, and saw some black spots appearing in the distance in the vast green grass, and the sounds of cows and sheep could be heard in the wind.

Such an environment makes him feel very at ease.

And with a female cultivator like Ling Xiaoxiao by his side, he feels more at ease.

Kind people and beautiful things always make him feel relaxed and happy.

The wind blew in intermittent bursts, making the car curtains rustle violently.

Ling Xiaoxiao's snow-white skirt fluttered in the wind like a white cloud. Her timid and cowardly appearance during the Sword Alliance slowly melted away, and her face even had some majesty that belonged to the ancestors of the immortal family.

Song Yan admired her majesty through the opened curtain and couldn't help laughing again.

Ling Xiaoxiao had long been accustomed to her senior brother's sudden laughter. She said, "Senior brother, you are almost at my house. The Sword Alliance should have sent the message long ago. My father must be happily waiting to welcome you, the immortal."

As they were talking, the sound of tinkling stars suddenly came from afar.

The sound was like water drops falling into a boiling oil pan, and soon it became a continuous sound.

Jingle bell bell~
Jingle bell~~
A smile appeared on Ling Xiaoxiao's cute round face.

"Brother, brother, here you come!"

After saying this, she took another deep breath, coughed slightly, then put on a stern face and acted like an old ancestor.

In the Biluo Mountain Sword Alliance, she is a little girl, but in the mortal world she has to work hard to adapt to her new identity.

Song Yan looked at Ling Xiaoxiao and laughed in his heart: Ling Xiaoxiao is actually fifty or sixty years old. In the human world, this life span is enough to manage a family. She needs to take care of the younger generation when she does things on weekdays. But in the Xuan Xiu world, she is still just a child. No matter where she goes, she still needs to be taken care of. This also causes Ling Xiaoxiao's mentality to remain at the level of a girl most of the time.

He swept his spiritual sense into the distance and saw a group of sturdy men riding on camels, coming here like chasing the wind and the moon, with joy and nervousness on their faces.

Most of the men carried scimitars, but the middle-aged man in the lead carried a long sword.

The sword is the weapon of immortals, so only the leader can wear it.

As for the jingle-ling sound, it is made by the camel bells.

Since Song Yan came to this tribe to serve as a worshipper of immortals, he naturally knew something about this place: the tribe to which Ling Xiaoxiao's clan belonged was quite old, having lasted for a thousand years, but they were nomadic in nature, and coupled with the migration and the crises that came with this continent, the total population was only around tens of thousands, and was named "Lingtu".

But in the more ancient times, this tribe was not called "Bingtu", but had a rather strange name, called "Gouging-Eyed Sword-Camel Tribe".

The totem of their tribe is even more bizarre; it is a one-eyed camel carrying a sword case on its back, with a broken sword handle stuck in its one eye.

Ling Xiaoxiao said: The ancestors meant that the tribe should be a little scary, and a weird clan name and totem would make the tribe look less easy to bully.

Just as he was thinking about it, the camel caravan had already arrived in front of the convoy.

The camel's hair was clean, shiny and smooth, and there was no dirty smell on its body, which showed that it had been carefully washed when it came to greet us.

The middle-aged man in the lead jumped off the camel, his rough face with a beard showing joy, his bell-like leopard eyes excitedly looked at Ling Xiaoxiao, his slightly cracked lips opened, and he shouted excitedly: "Big sister! Big sister!!!"

Ling Xiaoxiao stared at the grassland man for a long while, and asked in surprise: "Little Bell?! Why do you look like this?"

The middle-aged man who was called "Little Bell" laughed loudly, then looked around and said: "Look, look, now only my elder sister can still call me Little Bell!"

The strong and rough men around started laughing.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Sister, I'm old! Who can be as beautiful as you?"

Ling Xiaoxiao sighed softly, glanced around, and suddenly asked, "Where's Dad?"

The middle-aged man said softly, "Dad is fine, but his legs are not convenient. Let's not talk about this for now."

After that, he said in a respectful tone: "Sister, is the immortal in the car?"

Song Yan raised his hand slightly, opened the curtain, and revealed his appearance.

The middle-aged man bowed down hastily and said, "I am Lingdang, the chief of the Lingtuo tribe. I am honored to meet you, Immortal!"

After that, he smiled and said, "This is the dang that means you dare to do it and take responsibility for it, not the dang that means little bell, haha."

Song Yan also smiled, and glanced at Ling Xiaoxiao who seemed a little nervous for some reason. He nodded and said, "Patriarch Ling, please don't be polite. Since you call Xiaoxiao your elder sister, why don't you call me your brother-in-law?"

Ling Dang was stunned for a moment, then he was ecstatic and said, "Brother-in-law!! A brother-in-law in the Purple Mansion Realm. How lucky my Lingtuo clan is, and how lucky I, Ling Dang, am to have such a brother-in-law! Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law!!"

He kept shouting.

The louder he shouted, the happier Ling Xiaoxiao beside him became, and the nervousness he had felt before disappeared.

Ling Xiaoxiao raised her head and said, "Chief Ling, have you prepared the fine wine and delicacies of our tribe to entertain me and your brother-in-law?"

Ling Dang patted his chest and boasted, "Of course! What my eldest sister loved to eat when she was a child is still as good today!"

After that, he looked at Song Yan innocently and said, "Brother-in-law, although it is not as good as the food from the immortals, it has its own grassland taste. The chef is also a master chef from our clan. He had retired, but now that he heard you were coming, he has been preparing for seven days and seven nights."

Song Yan said calmly: "Lead the way, Chief Ling."

After a while.

The carriage stopped at a densely populated area of ​​tents, surrounded by herds of cattle and sheep, and camels carrying goods, heading into the distance.

An old man with white hair and withered hair came from afar, leaning on a cane, with a bone bell on his wrist and a bone wine glass in his hands.

The wine in the glass ripples with amber luster in the sunlight.

Ling Xiaoxiao saw the old man and shouted happily: "Dad!"

The old man glanced at Ling Xiaoxiao with a kind look, then continued to hold up the bone cup and walked to the front of the carriage. He trembled and said respectfully: "Immortal, please drink this cup of amber wine."

Ling Xiaoxiao said, "Brother, the elders toasting is the etiquette of our clan to welcome distinguished guests."

Song Yan looked at the old man and was immediately happy.

Well, it's the Purple Mansion Realm who's pretending to be an old man here, relying on the method of concealing his breath and changing his appearance to pretend to be like this, but in fact he is a middle-aged man.

Looking at the wine again, he sniffed it slightly and felt happy again.

Yes, yes, this is poisonous wine, and it is actually a kind of wine that can control puppets. The medicinal smell is very faint, and even those in the Purple Mansion Realm cannot smell it.

He looked again at the bone wine cup in the old man's hand.

The bones are animal bones, nothing strange about that.

However, there was something strange about the bone bell on the old man's hand.

He took a quick look and recognized it immediately.

Human bones!

Hyaluronic acid!

And it is the larynx of a powerful monk!
This bone is a bell. It looks ordinary, but it might be a magic weapon.

If the real Wei Xian came here to serve as a tribal offering, he would have turned into a puppet of the old man in front of him as soon as he joined the tribe and drank the wine. This crisis came without any sign.

If Song Yan was really in the Purple Mansion Realm, even if he used his wisdom to detect the crisis, it would be very difficult to resolve it. He would probably have been sweating profusely, thinking about how to pretend to be submissive, and would have to face various difficulties before he could escape. In the end, he might even have to face endless pursuit, and then burst out in anger and kill his way out.

But this is ultimately a conspiracy against the little fellow in the Purple Mansion Realm.

Otherwise, why would Song Yan like “him turning into a little guy”?

Even if he encountered a conspiracy, it would be a conspiracy that would cause harm to the little guy. For him, the conspiracy was not only harmless, but it could also provide him with information and intelligence, allowing him to better understand the current situation.

Song Yan got off the carriage, looked at the old man lowering his head and holding up the bone cup, and then raised his hand to take it.

The moment he received it, he felt another wave of attention focused on him.

The next moment, he received the wine glass, and at the same time, he inserted the Nine Demon Mother Lock along the old man's fingers, locking his soul and turning him into his slave.

Then, he suddenly swung another Nine Demon Mother Chain secretly at the person who had just spied on him, and instantly, that person also became his slave.

The dead end that the little guy is facing is so simple and brutal.

After doing all this, Song Yan picked up the wine glass and brought it to his mouth.

When he was halfway there, he heard an old man's voice.

"Wait a minute!"

Song Yan looked at the old man.

The old man bowed and apologized hurriedly, then turned around and said, "We should have used a century-old amber wine to entertain you. This is ten years old. I think the tribesmen made a mistake. I will go and change it right away."

Ling Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment and said, "Dad, Senior Brother doesn't care what kind of wine this is. Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Song Yan glanced at Ling Xiaoxiao. If he guessed correctly, Ling Xiaoxiao's father was already dead. This stupid little girl was either dead here or there. No matter what, she was dead. It was really hard to live in this world.

The old man scolded, "When entertaining the Immortal, you must not be negligent! I took the ten-year-old wine by mistake. This is my fault, but I can't let it go! Immortal, wait a moment, I will go get it right away."

Ling Xiaoxiao wanted to speak but was stopped by Song Yan.

"Slow down, old man."

"Master, please wait a moment."

"Not urgent."

After a while.
In a tent, Ling Xiaoxiao went out to "revisit the old place and regain childhood memories", while an old man and a middle-aged man stood timidly in the tent, looking at the sitting boy, and told the whole story of the two.

Song Yan understood as soon as he heard it.

Ling Xiaoxiao's father and a clan manager who was in charge of going out had already been replaced by two demon cultivators.

The two demon cultivators, one named Gu Chong and the other one Gu Yang, are twin brothers. They are both at the Purple Mansion realm and are both good at the art of disguising themselves and concealing their breath. They come from the Seven Great Bandits.

The reason why the two came here was to ambush around the Biluo Mountain Sword Alliance. As for what to do, they need to wait for the follow-up secret orders from the bandit leader.

Song Yan was surprised and asked, "A small mortal race sent you two here. Is it necessary?"

Gu Chong said respectfully, "Master, you don't know that the reason why Lord Kou asked us to come here is, first, to be a pawn in an ambush, and second, to explore the secrets of the Lingtuo tribe."

Song Yanqi asked, "What secret?"

Gu Chong said: "This Bell Camel Clan was once known as the Gouging-Eyed Sword Camel Clan. Although the clan has only existed for a thousand years, its ancestor lived for a very long time. That ancestor was once a very powerful cultivator. Lord Kou never said what realm he was in, but I guess it was probably the Divine Transformation."

On the other side, Gu Yang rushed to say: "Master, I know, I know!

The man's name was Ling Handeng, he was born blind but used swords as eyes, he was an extremely terrifying figure thousands of years ago, but later he disappeared without a trace. The bandit leader also accidentally learned that he was the ancestor of the Lingtuo clan.

The bandit leader said that he might have hidden something, and although he didn't hold out much hope, he wanted my two brothers to search for him."

Song Yan said: "Did you find anything?"

Gu Chong said: "It has not been found yet."

After that, he continued, "Master, can you pass this information to the Blue Sky Mountain Sword Alliance in secret, so that the Sword Alliance can know about the bandit leader's conspiracy and ambush in advance? From what I know, many tribes around here have been infiltrated."

Song Yan shook his head and said, "Do whatever you want. Just assume that Xiaoxiao and I have been controlled by you."

He had felt that the atmosphere in the Sword Alliance was a little off before, and after seeing the blood plum blossoms he felt that an undercurrent was surging even more. As expected, when he went out for a walk, he could encounter all kinds of things.

However, he didn't want to get involved in muddy water for no reason and without any benefit.

After thinking for a while, he asked again: "Why are the Seven Great Bandits fighting with the Azure Mountain Sword Alliance?"

Gu Yang thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "Master Kou said that the Dark Disaster Era has arrived. If there are fewer righteous disciples, we will have more resources. But I don't believe a word of it."

On the other side, Gu Chong said: "Master, I do know a little bit. Ten years ago, when I was ordered to go out, I happened to see a group of mysterious people coming from outside, and then they were welcomed in by Lord Kou."

His eyes showed memories, and he murmured, "It was raining heavily that day, and there were lightning and thunder in the sky. I was planning to go to the little guy in the market below to collect the care fee and get some pills, but suddenly I saw the black cloud split in two, and a majestic and terrifying long shadow flew out from the cloud.

The momentum frightened me so much that I dared not even breathe. I vaguely saw that the long shadow seemed to be a giant dragon with strange dragon patterns, one side was black and the other side was white. Thousands of monks were standing on the strange black and white dragon.
The giant dragon sank into the valley and was welcomed in by Lord Kou. I haven't seen it since.

As for what the monk who came on the dragon is going to do, I am not qualified to know.

But since they came, I clearly feel that our bandit leader is speeding up his actions, and so are the other big bandits."

Song Yan suddenly asked, "Is the 'Blood Plum Blossom' Feng Qiangwei from your place?"

Gu Yang interrupted and said, "Master, Xue Meihua is not one of us. She is a powerful member of the Fourth Bandit. We belong to the Second Bandit."

Song Yan said: "Why is Kou Ming so strange?"

Gu Yang chuckled and said, "Master, the bandit leader said that we don't make a living by reputation, nor do we need reputation to attract outsiders to join. The more low-key, the better. But since there are seven hills, there must be a distinction, so we drew lots to draw numbers. The one who drew one is the first bandit, and our bandit leader drew two, so he is naturally the second bandit, hehe."

Song Yan said: "Tell us everything you know."

The two of them nodded repeatedly and started talking to each other.

At night, the stars were shining brightly. In the tent, Song Yan and his Taoist partner made love, and suddenly said, "Is the earth energy of Qingfeng Valley about to explode?"

Ling Xiaoxiao was dizzy and asked in confusion: "Brother, why are you still talking about that?"

Song Yan said: "I'll take you to see it."

Ling Xiaoxiao woke up suddenly with a startle.

(End of this chapter)