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

Chapter 209 208. Sword Prison Mystery, Bait Game (8.2K words - big chapter, please subscribe)
"Vilanpo has been keeping a close eye on the thief. If there is any news, it will know it. I made a three-point agreement with it, stating that the treasure of the king of thieves belongs to it, but the thief's body belongs to us.

That thief is very cunning and cautious. He escaped from Vilanpo twice, but Vilanpo was not sure he could catch him. In addition, I gave him some conditions on my own initiative. If he has any news, he will inform my tribe and we will capture him together."

The green-robed goddess looked thoughtful, then slowly shook her head and said, "I don't believe he is dead."

The Wuxiang Ancestor asked: "Tell me your judgment."

The Green-robed Goddess said, “The timing of his death was too coincidental, and he didn’t use the bracelet I gave him.

Besides, I am a woman and he is a man, he once fell in love with me and I once had a close relationship with him, so I have an intuition about him. "

Tang Ningxin raised her head slightly, her pretty face facing the sky, and sneered: "Even if all the ancient clans who went to the void died, he would not die, even if he was chased by the Nine Sons Demon Mother."

After that, she continued, "Chief, Ning Xin has made all the necessary preparations this time. As long as that little thief dares to show up, Ning Xin will capture him and present him to you!"

The Wuxiang Ancestor glanced around and said in a deep voice: "Having him is just icing on the cake. It doesn't matter whether we can catch him or not. Be at peace and don't be obsessed."

Tang Ning said anxiously, "Chief, this is the mission you entrusted to me. Ning Xin failed once, and I must capture him to make up for my mistake!"

Wu Xiang Ancestor said: "Not only is he missing, but if we keep thinking about catching him, it will only waste time and effort. Let's go."

After saying that, he grabbed the soul flag made of strange and dense animal bones, and then turned into a bloody light and flew away.

Tang Ningxin glanced at the two women on the green rock, smiled faintly, then waved her green long sleeves and left in an instant.

After a while, the meat mountain giant named Qiu Baiwei also bounced away with a "bang".

The entire Qingfeng Valley suddenly became empty.

For a long time.
Even after dark, it was still quiet.

Yu Xuanwei suddenly pulled An Li and said, "Let's go."

An Li said, "It's like a cat playing with a mouse. There's no way they can get away."

Yu Xuanwei said: "If we don't leave now, the Sword Alliance's follow-up reinforcements will arrive, and we will be scapegoats."

Enri sighed softly and nodded slowly.

Soon, the two of them turned into a rainbow and flew away.

There were many monks on the hills along the way, most of whom had died tragically. However, a slight groan still caught Anli's attention. She almost instinctively descended from the sky and looked at the fallen Taoist couple.

Both of them were attracted by the eruption of the earth energy in Qingfeng Valley. They were dressed like casual cultivators and were both seriously injured. The male cultivator wore a black robe and the female cultivator wore a white robe.

The female cultivator in white raised her hand towards An Li and shouted hoarsely, "Help!"

An Li bit her lip, but Yu Xuanwei pulled her and said, "The body and soul are about to disperse. There is no way to save it. We should not stay here for long. Let's leave quickly."

An Li took out two pills from her arms and placed them in front of the female cultivator. Then, she was pulled by Yu Xuanwei and continued to turn into a rainbow and fly away.

"Do you recognize them?"

In a shadow in the distance that concealed the aura, Ling Xiaoxiao, or Ling Handeng asked.

Song Yan retracted his gaze and smiled faintly: "I don't recognize him. I think it was the old ancestor in the sky who was baiting me."

Ling Handeng said: "The line is so long, so he must be catching a big fish."

As she spoke, she looked at Song Yan with a smile and said, "As for the Wuxiang Ancestor, I recognize him, but I'm not familiar with him. I've only heard of him."

"The Phaseless Ancestor?"

Song Yan showed a puzzled look and said, "This title doesn't sound like a local."

Ling Handeng said: "He started to release the line, he must have sensed us to some extent."

Song Yan said: "That big fish must be very important to him, otherwise he would not have thrown the bait far away without confirming who is hiding here or whether there are any Tibetans. What kind of fish do you think he wants to catch?"

Ling Handeng said: "No matter what fish you are fishing for, you can't stay in Qingfeng Valley for the time being. The Sword Alliance has lost a master, and someone will come here soon."

Song Yan said: "Yes, but if we go out now, we will become fish even though we are not fish, so let's stay a little longer."

Ling Handeng said, "That's right. When someone takes the bait, we will move to another place. Judging from the situation, the Wuxiang Ancestor has come with bad intentions. I can roughly guess what he wants. The seeds of chaos here have been planted."

Song Yan smiled faintly and said, "Then let me test you, what is the Wuxiang Ancestor asking for?"

Ling Handeng said: "The world was in turmoil, and all living things have been in a state of panic for hundreds of years, and what we want is naturally to fight for our survival.

I want to keep a thought in the depths of the sword country.

The Wuxiang Ancestor, I think he wants to rely on refining the souls of countless powerful people to force his way across the sea."

"It's a crooked way, it's really a crooked way." Song Yan couldn't help but sigh, and then said, "You and I are better, with pure hearts, and only want to rely on comprehending the way of swordsmanship to live forever."

Ling Handeng said, "Who are you, you are so shameless? Tell us your name, maybe we can recognize you."

Song Yan smiled bitterly and said, "From the moment I became Wei Xian decades ago, I have already been Wei Xian. The past is like the wind, the past is like the past, why bother to ask about it?"

Ling Handeng was silent for a long time and said, "If you are also a sword cultivator, you can also preserve the body of a younger generation with a thought. I can only think of two people."

"Oh?"

Song Yan became interested.

He also wondered who he might be.

Ling Handeng said: "The first one is Xiao Zhaoye, the 'Broken Rainbow Sword Master'; the second one is Buyusheng, the 'Mute Sword Master'. However, these two are the ancestors of a certain ancient clan in the Sword Alliance today, and you are definitely not one of them."

Song Yan said: "Don't guess randomly, I am Wei Xian, my little Taoist companion."

The two of them concealed their breath and communicated with each other through their thoughts.

Song Yan glanced silently into the distance.

Ancestor Wuxiang used Anli and Yu Xuanwei as bait to fish, and Ancestor Ningxin probably also contributed to this.

At this time, the two men deliberately left, actually just to play the long game.

If he set a trap, there is no reason why he would not use the "Devil's Mother Lock" to imprison the bait, leaving the life and death of the bait in his hands.

Put yourself in his shoes, the same thing applies to the ancestor Wuxiang.

As long as he dares to show up, there are only two outcomes:

First, he ignored Tang Ningxin's threats, and after An Li and Yu Xuanwei died tragically, he managed to defeat Wu Xiang Ancestor and killed him to avenge the two women;

Second, if he loses, in order to avenge him, An Li and Yu Xuanwei will be tortured to death in front of him, and then his body will become a part of the Wuxiang Ancestor.

However, his mentality has changed at this moment.

Accustomed to being the one at the chessboard, he also began to like sitting at the table.

Now that we have met and are all on the same land, and I am in the dark and you are in the light, there is a lot of time left for us to travel together.

You do it on the first day and I'll do it on the fifteenth, no rush.

A few days later.
Several figures landed in Qingfeng Valley.

The leader looked at the dried head hanging on the branch and the body parts on the ground, and said in a cold voice, "I think they are going to challenge our Sword Alliance after getting external help. Since they are here, it's a good opportunity to sharpen the sword hearts of our Sword Alliance disciples!"

The already dangerous Level 2 cultivation area became even more chaotic.

Although the full-scale war has not yet begun, this time the "Green Phoenix Valley" has reminded the Sword Alliance to secretly ambush at the next "Earth Qi Explosion Point". For a time, the surrounding Earth Qi Explosion Points and even the Soul Threshold became Shura Fields.

In the blink of an eye, three years passed.

Somewhere by the lake, the reflection of the lake is leisurely.

The morning mist has not yet dissipated.

The petite girl rolled up her sleeves and worked busy in front of the spiritual field.

A pale golden halo floated on the surface of the spiritual soil. An Li checked the small Juxuan formation again to make sure that the mysterious flowers and herbs here could get enough nutrients. Then she pinched her fingers and performed the rain-making technique. Fine rain fell from the clouds, soaking the mysterious flowers in the medicine garden into delicate and beautiful moisture, and the mysterious herbs into transparent emerald green.

Several casual cultivators who were only at the Lianxuan level and acted as medicine boys were shuttling back and forth on the spiritual soil farther away, holding Xuanqi hoes to eradicate stubborn weeds and roots.

An Li is now in the late Purple Mansion stage. She is a strong person who can provide shelter for these Xuan medicine boys. In addition, An Li is an alchemist and pharmacist, so these medicine boys come with the intention of becoming her apprentice.

Of course, like-minded.

An Li wanted to cure diseases and save lives, and so did the medicine boys who came before her.

At this time, after An Li Bu Yu had finished, she hurried to the medicine shelf not far away.

There was also a medicine boy guarding the medicine shelf to prevent the evil insects from stealing the medicine. When he saw An Li, the medicine boy's pretty face showed joy and he saluted and said, "Master An."

An Li observed it for a while, and then kindly instructed: "If the fine-leaved snow orchid is dried, quickly pound it into juice to make the 'Round Golden Paste'; if the four-leaved warm soul grass is ready, quickly boil it into soup and stew the 'Soul-enriching Soup'. There have been quite a few patients coming in these days, most of whom have sword and soul injuries. We have to prepare in advance."

The medicine boy smiled and said, "It is a blessing for everyone that there are still people like Master An in this world."

An Li was busy, she waved her hand and said with a smile: "Xiao Li, stop talking about this, go quickly."

The medicine boy bowed and left in a hurry.

Enli raised her sleeve to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and squinted her eyes like a kitten to feel the warm sunshine. The fragrant breeze blew towards her along the golden mountains and lakes in the distance. She felt that she had forgotten where she was and the twists and turns she had gone through in this life.

She opened her eyes and smiled again.

But that smile couldn't express all the happiness.

Because she felt guilty.

At some point, a female cultivator in a dark red robe landed beside her, looked into the distance with her, and whispered, "Are you still thinking about him?"

An Li neither shook her head nor nodded, and said, "I just suddenly remembered a sentence."

Yu Xuanwei asked: "What?"

An Li said, "Tang Ningxin once told me that he had to trust you so much that he let you see his terrifying side. At that time, I didn't think it was a big deal."

Yu Xuanwei said: "He and you are not from the same world."

An Li said, "But I already understand that this is the way the world is. Although I am unwilling to accept it, it is really like this. He wants to change me, but I can't. Not only can I not change, but I also failed his expectations and hurt his heart."

Yu Xuanwei smiled and said, "If he was so easily hurt, he would have died countless times already."

An Li said, "If he is still alive, I hope he will never appear in front of me, because I am just a bait now. If he comes, he will be in danger. I am just an ordinary female cultivator, not worth his expectation at all. Although, I really want to say sorry to him in person."

As the two women were talking, they heard the urgent cry of cranes in the distance.

However, two casual cultivators were seen carrying a pale-faced injured person from afar, shouting from afar: "Master An, help, help!!"

An Li took a deep breath, raised her head and smiled: "Even if you know I am just bait, as long as I can still make pills to save people, every day will be meaningful and I will be happy every day."

After saying that, she responded: "Coming~~"

The copper bell on the eaves of the medicine house rang gently, making a reassuring sound. She welcomed the patient into the house, took out a seven-inch long black ice-colored needle from the Xuanbao needle box, and began to treat the wound with golden needles, supplemented with decoctions.

After a busy period, the patient said gratefully: "Thank you, Master An."

An Li said gently, "Take good care of your injuries."

Gradually, more and more people came to the pharmacy.

An Li was constantly busy.

When she was tired, she would take a short rest on the lounge chair in the yard. Such a place always reminded her of the hot spring island.

At that time, Senior Brother Bai would also imitate the arrangement of the Withered Leaf Sword Master of Red Leaf Island and put a recliner in the yard. Whenever he felt tired, he would lie on it, rocking and humming a tune.

After going around in circles, she missed Senior Brother Bai.

Even if Senior Brother Bai had never existed.

But Senior Brother Bai is the perfection that will always be frozen in her mind, and no one can change that, not even Song Yan.

At this moment, a green blood-red light suddenly flashed across the sky again. An Li was startled and looked up, only to see an evil young man and a green-clothed goddess floating in the air.

This is exactly the Wuxiang Ancestor and her former good sister.

She bowed down hurriedly and said respectfully, "Greetings, ancestor."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Wuxiang Ancestor suddenly raised his hand, and a light suddenly shot out from the dense animal bone soul flag, like blood falling from the sky, and "whoosh" it penetrated the body of a patient, pulled out his soul, and then put it into the soul flag.

An Li was stunned and said anxiously, "Grandmaster, please have mercy on me. Grandmaster, please have mercy on me. They are all innocent monks. They are all innocent."

Whoosh!
Another streak of blood pierced into a female cultivator who was covering her shoulder and trying to escape, and then dragged out the female cultivator's soul.

The female cultivator lost her soul, and her body fell from mid-air. Her eyes were wide open, staring in the direction of Enli with unwilling eyes.

An Li's eyes were red, her voice was trembling, and she begged again and again: "Sister Ning Xin, they are all very weak. Even if the ancestor took them away, they would not be of much use. Let them go, they... they are all here because of me."

When she said "Ah", her eyes were already red.

Many patients and the monks who had accompanied them had tried to escape using their flying weapons, but blood light like a birdcage fell from the sky in an instant, piercing through each body and grabbing away each soul.

The remaining patients and monks shivered and huddled in the room, casting horrified glances at Enli. The pharmacists were even more at a loss, standing there with cold hands and feet.

The green-robed goddess stepped slightly, as if she came from the water and clouds in a dreamlike state, and then landed in front of Enli.

An Li choked up and said, "Sister Ning Xin, please let them go, okay? I am very good and I am willing to do anything. As long as Song Yan shows up, I will definitely play my role well. Please let them go, okay?"

The green-robed goddess slightly bowed her body, lifted Enli's chin with her fingers, looked at her tearful face, and said with a smile: "I finally understand why that thief likes you."

An Li said: "He no longer likes me."

The green-robed goddess giggled and said, "That's just what you think."

An Li was stunned.

The green-robed goddess smiled and said, "As for your request, I'm sorry that I can't fulfill it. How can we, the younger generation, interfere with what the clan leader wants to do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, blood fell again, mercilessly falling towards the remaining monks.

An Li roared "Ah", put her fingers together slightly, and the sword flew out. She looked at the tribe leader in the sky, wanting to risk her life to stop him.

But she couldn't get up. The green-robed goddess was in front of her, and the terrifying pressure from her was like a heavy mountain pressing down on her, making her unable to move at all.

The next moment, blood broke through the house, destroyed the medicine field, knocked over the medicine rack, destroyed all the lives of the patients and medicine boys, and then helped to roll the souls one by one into the soul flag.

The Wuxiang Ancestor glanced at the green-clothed goddess and said, "Ning Xin, this bait is becoming less and less effective. Let's take her to try somewhere else."

The green-robed goddess replied respectfully, "Yes," and then said, "Congratulations, little An Li, you can go to other places to heal illnesses and save lives again."

Enri gasped and stared at her with red eyes.

The green-robed goddess smiled and said, "Oh, are you still angry?"

An Li looked at her in a daze. Sister Ning Xin, who used to be as pure and noble as a goddess in her heart, had completely changed her appearance. She was still smiling and still as beautiful as ever, but under this skin was a hideous and evil soul.

Tang Ningxin couldn't help but burst into laughter when she saw her. She gently wiped away An Li's tears and said, "Such a pure little lamb, I really feel pity for her. No wonder that thief likes you."

High up, the Formless Ancestor turned into a blood rainbow and flew away again.

He is busy harvesting everywhere these days.

As for the rest of the matters, Tang Ningxin would take care of them for him.

Tang Ningxin looked at the bodies and said, "Little An Li, don't say that I didn't take care of you. I'll give you one stick of time to bury the bodies quickly. If you don't, I won't wait any longer."

An Li's hands and feet were cold and she didn't move. On the other side, Yu Xuanwei, who had already bowed respectfully when the ancestor arrived, rushed over and pulled An Li.

An Li sniffed hard, wiped away her tears, and began to bury the medicine boys and patients who died because of her.
At this moment, two more rainbow lights fell from not far away.

But they are a pair of Taoist lovers.

The woman had innocent eyes and eyebrows, and was dressed in plain white. She was holding a dark green leather umbrella. For some reason, the shadow cast by the umbrella on the ground seemed particularly deep and mottled. If you looked closely, it actually looked like a person's shadow.

The man has a strong physique and a dignified bearing, and the way he walks has the momentum of a dragon and a tiger.

As soon as the two arrived, the woman folded her green leather umbrella, came to An Li, and silently accompanied her to bury the body.

The man came to the side of Ancestor Ning Xin and said, "Ancestor, the soul threshold of the Cold Current Valley is about to erupt. Can you make some arrangements?"

Tang Ningxin looked at the man and said with a smile, "Xiong Jia, it seems like you two Taoist couples are living in harmony."

This man was none other than Tang Xiongjia, the most outstanding genius of the younger generation before Song Yan arrived.

Now, nearly three hundred years have passed, and this genius has barely reached the early stage of Divine Infant, but he has not yet completely consolidated his realm. Such a speed is already astonishing.

Tang Xiongjia glanced at the woman in white who was digging the soil to bury the body, and said softly, "I don't care how others view Su Su, but in my eyes, Su Su is a well-educated, gentle, sensible, and good woman who knows her limits. Her hands were stained with blood, but she was forced to do so. If she could be born into a famous and upright family, she would definitely be an ethereal and extraordinary sword fairy."

After that, he smiled proudly and said, "Su Su's talent for cultivation may be average, but her talent for leatherworking is terrifyingly strong. Over the past hundreds of years, she has practiced countless times, consulted various strange people countless times, and read many books. Now she has created her own unique leatherworking secret technique - the Shadow-stealing Wedding Dress."

Tang Ningxin nodded and said, "Susu gave me the 'Shadow Seizing Wedding Dress' a long time ago. This technique can seize the shadow of another person, use it to obtain the cause and effect of the other person's divine appearance, and then sew it into the shadow puppet. It is truly magical."

After saying that, Tang Ningxin suddenly asked secretly, "What is her attitude towards Song Yan?"

Tang Xiongjia replied: "She told me several secret places that Song Yan might have gone to, as well as his past identities. I followed the clues and the more I investigated, the more I found Song Yan scary.

However, please don't expose it, Old Ancestor. Su Su said that she had received Song Yan's kindness after all, and she didn't want outsiders to know that she was repaying kindness with enmity. Besides, now she can still be by the side of An Liyu Xuanwei, and if there are any clues, she can also keenly detect them.

Susu treats me as her lifelong Taoist companion. She tells me everything. If she doesn’t let me down, I won’t let her down either. I hope that the ancestor won’t make things difficult for her in the future.”

Tang Ningxin nodded slightly.

Tang Xiongjia is no fool. He is a genius of the ancient Wuxiang clan. He has a good character, strategy, and talent. If there is anything unusual about Wang Susu, he will be able to see it.

In today's Qingfeng Valley, even though the earth's energy is erupting and producing a mysterious effect, no one dares to approach it because too many cultivators have died here.

There were subsequent ambushes by the seven major bandits, counter-ambushes by the Sword Alliance, accidental killings, and the gathering of monsters. Over time, no one came to this unlucky place to practice anymore.

At this time, the moon was dark and the wind was strong. The towering mountain shadows were reflected here, and exaggerated mysterious energy was gushing out from large areas of cracked underground.

Ling Xiaoxiao looked left and right, and saw monsters all around her, but none of them paid any attention to her, as if they treated her as one of their own kind.

She stared at one of the white-faced demon apes for a long while. The demon ape rolled its eyes at her, then ignored her and continued to absorb the mysterious energy.

Ling Xiaoxiao stared stupidly, and heard Song Yan's voice in her ears.

"Practice quickly! The demon apes are more diligent than you!"

"Brother, what's going on? Why are these monsters completely ignoring us?"

Ling Xiaoxiao knew that Gao Ming's Qi Condensation could help him avoid many searches, but this was no longer just Qi Condensation, but rather complete integration into the monster.

Song Yan looked at the extremely curious little female cultivator and said unhappily, "Do you have any awareness of the danger you are in?"

Ling Xiaoxiao stuck out her tongue and said, "After spending so much time together, I already know that Senior Brother and the Ancestor are both good people."

Song Yan said helplessly: "You really saw through it."

Ling Xiaoxiao made a face and said, "Then I am really lucky! If it wasn't for my senior brother, I would have died long ago! If my senior brother was a scary old monster, I would have died long ago too!"

She looked at Song Yan excitedly, her rosy little face looked especially cute.

Song Yan frowned and said, "I'm not a good person!"

Ling Xiaoxiao said: "I know, I know. Senior Brother is a senior after all, and he must maintain the dignity of a senior."

Song Yan burst into laughter.

This stupid girl made him realize another characteristic—a good person will always try every means to excuse others, and then try his best to label the other person as a good person.

Now, he is labeled as a good person by Ling Xiaoxiao.

This made him feel comfortable, but also made him not want to show his true self in front of the girl. After all, there was a lesson from the past.

Children in kindergarten should stay in kindergarten forever and not grow up.

Ling Handeng returned from the "soul anchor point of the same clan", but because he was weak, he still needed to lurk quietly most of the time, waiting for Ling Xiaoxiao to practice and become stronger before he could gradually recover.

This situation actually made Song Yan feel more at ease.

If Ling Handeng was awake every day, he would have to compete with this old man every day. You are on guard against me and I am on guard against you, and even talking is like playing charades.

Ling Handeng did not break her promise. Although she was very frugal with words, she still provided Song Yan with a lot of information about the "Kuhai Sword Town".

Song Yan closed his eyes slightly and recalled a little, and the voice of Ling Handeng emerged in his mind.

"The Sword Town of the Bitter Sea is the Sword Town of this world. Its interior is a maze of obsessions that embodies obsessions. If you don't become a member of it, if you don't get swallowed up and polluted, then you can only stay outside forever and can't enter it."

“Once you enter, if you want to return, there are only two paths.

One way is to wait for the ocean current of obsession, and be swept to the first layer of obsession along with the ocean current, relying on the evil treasure for support, and then wait for the soul threshold or other opportunities in the sea of ​​suffering, and then leave;

The other is the soul anchor point. This is also the benefit of the soul after the strong man of the transformation of the spirit created this clan. Even if you get lost in the depths of the sword country, as long as there is an anchor point, you can use the anchor point to return. However, every time you return, because you enter the body of a descendant, your realm will drop significantly. Although you will not be as miserable as I am now, you will not be able to recover to your original peak strength. "

Song Yan didn't ask any unnecessary questions.

Asking too many questions would make him seem ignorant, and would make Ling Handeng realize that he was not actually some old monster who had reached the state of spiritual transformation.

No matter how sincere the two parties are in cooperation, if one day their status becomes unequal, it will be dangerous.

Therefore, Song Yan focused on "listening" for the time being.

When the day comes when the performance is over, he will ask for the truth.

Ling Handeng said again: "Wait for me for a few years. When my spirit and soul recover, I will choose a place and accompany you into the bitter sea sword village to explore together."

This is also a test, because if Song Yan was not an old monster and had no descendants, he would not dare to do it.

Unfortunately, Ling Handeng never expected that Song Yan mastered a secret technique called "Corpse Raising Technique", and he never expected that he not only knew the "Corpse Raising Technique", but also the "Corpse Beheading Technique" that the Lord of Heaven and Earth used to kill the ancient Heavenly Venerable.

These days, Song Yan used his omnipotent wisdom to make some attempts and has found a method that "can make any old monster who has transformed into a god feel uncomfortable": use the corpse-cutting method to separate a corpse and send it into the bitter sea sword town, and then use the anchor point of the main body's soul to return and merge into the main body again.

After the body was separated, there were some scars on the soul, but these scars could be healed quickly using the "Corpse Nurturing Method".

Today, Ling Xiaoxiao is going to break through to the Purple Mansion in Qingfeng Valley. This breakthrough will take at least ten years, so Song Yan might as well try the "Kuhai Sword Village".

A cultivator in the late Divine Infant stage already has three Heavenly Souls.

Both "beheading the corpse" and "raising the corpse" are based on this.

Song Yan separated the good soul.

The kind soul Song Yan came to the gate of the Heart Demon Sword Prison again with a sword in his hand.

After fighting with a swordsman behind the scenes who had a rusty sword and evil thoughts, his sword was slowly corroded.

This time, he let it go, and after a moment, the upside-down dark gate and the upside-down courtyard in front of him all became right again.

The good corpse Song Yan stepped into the courtyard.

However, this place is no longer included in the "Visualization Diagram of the Sword Prison in the Sea of ​​Bitterness" provided by Chan Jianzhai before.

He is inside the door, not outside.

Suddenly, a heavy force pressed down on him, making it difficult for him to walk. At the same time, a strange whisper began to ring in his ears.
Suddenly, a man walked in front of Song Yan. The man had a serious face, but when he saw him, he showed joy and shouted in surprise: "Xiu Hu, why are you here?"

The courtyard suddenly disappeared, and the warm evening breeze blew in from the misty sea.

The lake was rustling. In front of the medicine hut at the end of Red Leaf Island, the rattan chairs were still there and the medicine shelves were full. The white-haired old man put away the scroll that recorded the herbal atlas and hurried to him. He patted Song Yan's arms with both hands and said excitedly, "Good boy, I haven't seen you for many years. You have become much stronger. Come on, tell me quickly, how did you find this place?"

Song Yan, the good corpse, only felt a strong sense of illusion coming. Even though he was a master of the soul system, he was still immersed in it at this moment.

He shook his head suddenly, and saw every blade of grass and every tree on Red Leaf Island so clearly.

He rubbed his eyebrows suddenly again, and nothing changed.

Just as he was thinking about it, Master Kuye Swordsman had already pulled him aside to chat about family matters.

The island has not changed, and there is still Granny Meng behind the medicine house.

Song Yan, the good corpse, took a short rest. The next morning, Master Kuye Swordsman and Granny Meng brought a book of martial arts techniques to him.

Sword Master Kuye was still a little embarrassed, and muttered, "Would it be against the rules to pass this technique directly to Xiuhu?"

Granny Meng said shrewdly, "With Xiuhu's talent and ability here, who dares to gossip about him?"

After saying that, she hurried forward and placed a volume of martial arts techniques in front of the good corpse Song Yan.

When Song Yan, the good corpse, took a look, a few words appeared on the martial arts technique: "Sword-devouring and Transformation Technique".

This method, by absorbing the sword intent of others, can reshape oneself in the process and further comprehend the true meaning of swordsmanship.

Shan Shi Song Yan said: "Master, if you devour the sword intent of others, then won't that mean they will die?"

Master Kuye looked at him kindly and said, "I am very pleased that you can think of this, but you are wrong."

Song Yan, the good corpse, asked, "Why?"

Sword Master Kuye asked, "Have you ever seen the sea?"

Shanshi Song Yan nodded.

Sword Master Kuye said: "A hundred rivers converge to form an ocean. These individual sword intentions are like small streams, but you are working hard to gather them together and help them form an ocean. If there is a drought, they will evaporate in an instant and disappear from the world, but the ocean can last forever.

As a swordsman, the most important thing is the sword spirit. If you lose the sword spirit because of your death, then even if you die, it will be a great pity; but if they can be gathered into your body and live forever, then even if the swordsman dies, there will be no regrets. Do you understand?"

Song Yan, the good corpse, suddenly realized and said, "Then practice."

As he finished speaking, a mysterious sword technique had already entered his mind, and suddenly a rainbow light fell from the sky above the misty sea not far away, and a monk with evil thoughts flowing through his body and a rusty sword in his hand appeared in front of him.

Song Yan hurriedly stepped forward and killed the monk with one sword in front of Master Kuye's astonished eyes.

He took a deep breath, feeling the sword intent of the monk opposite him entering his body, and his own strength growing stronger, and grinned, "What a great swordsmanship!!"

(End of this chapter)