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

Chapter 29 29. Stop pretending, let’s show our cards

"I heard that you were spanked three times by Master Shi because you didn't pay attention in class?"

Zhang Yin, who came to pick up the boat, looked at Song Yan strangely.

Song Yan sighed, "Master Shi's explanation is too profound. I can't understand it."

Zhang Yin patted his shoulder and said, "Forget it, go make leather. You are wasting your time."

Song Yan scratched his head and said with a smile: "How come even my senior brother knows about this?"

Zhang Yin snorted and laughed, then raised his voice coldly, "I'm not the only one who knows this?

The entire Shadow Play Peak knew that Master Shi had severely taught a young man who didn't know etiquette a lesson!

This young guy was forced in here temporarily by my Nan Zhufeng!

This is embarrassing
You, don't say that Senior Brother didn't take care of you, go find the Peak Master and apologize."

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, but as soon as he thought about it, he understood it immediately.

Gu Rufeng and Lu Hong were fighting for the inheritance of Master Shi. Although neither of them thought highly of him as an outsider, they still tacitly took advantage of the situation and exaggerated the story of him being beaten by Master Shi. In this way, even if he was completely out of the game, it would be difficult for him to turn things around. After that, no matter where he went, he would be pointed at and even laughed at.

If you want to blame someone, blame him, that is why he is neither Gu Rufeng's man nor Lu Hong's man, but was stuffed into the "Linglong Valley Strange Beast Society" at this sensitive moment.

'How cruel.'

Song Yan sighed silently, then went to the top of the mountain, knelt in front of Cheng Danqing's stone door, and said respectfully: "Disciple Song Yan, I come here to admit my mistake."

Cheng Danqing didn't put on airs and ask Song Yan to wait any longer. Instead, after Song Yan opened his mouth, he asked directly through the stone door: "What's wrong?"

Song Yan said: "Even if I don't understand Master Shi's profound words, I should still listen carefully and not bow my head, which is impolite."

Cheng Danqing was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered, "You are not wrong.

It was Gu Rufeng and Lu Hong who harmed you.

They are fighting for the mantle and will not tolerate any changes, even if you are just a small ant in their eyes, they will not tolerate it.

Even if you don't fall into trouble here, they will easily frame you and make you bear other ridicule.

Do you know why? "

Song Yan:.
Cheng Danqing said: "Because you have no backing, no matter who wants to bully you or step on you, they can do so."

Song Yan:.
His mind raced, countless thoughts came to his mind, and suddenly a blessing came to his mind, and he said in a tone that suppressed his anger: "From now on, this disciple will be Master Cheng Feng's man!"

"Hahahahaha, you are indeed a talented leather craftsman with insight." Cheng Danqing laughed, and then said, "Don't think too much, just work hard on leather making. You won't regret your choice today."

Song Yan said gratefully: "Thank you, Peak Master!"

After saying that, he resigned.

As he retreated down the mountain path, winter was not yet over. When the cold wind blew, he felt his back was wet.

He had no idea what Cheng Danqing meant. Was it a factional dispute? Or something else?
Is “I won’t regret my choice today” just talk?
Since Lv Hong is so hostile to outsiders, then as an inner sect elder, is Lv Hong's status higher than Cheng Danqing's? At least not lower, right?

Cheng Danqing asked to insert him into the Linglong Valley Strange Beast Club. Theoretically, Lu Hong could have vetoed it. And it was much easier for him to veto than for Cheng Danqing to insert himself into it.

But he still made it to the Strange Beast Club smoothly. Does this mean that there is someone behind Cheng Danqing?

The person hiding behind the scenes is even more powerful than an inner sect elder.

Song Yan suddenly raised his head and saw a figure in front of him.

That was the back of a disciple.

There was a two-sided face embroidered on the uniform of the figure from behind, crying and laughing at the same time, which was very strange and indescribable.

Dusk had already arrived. In the distance, the ground was roiling. A strange red mist was climbing up from the cold and steep cliffs. The mountain wind blew through the thousands of holes in the deep mountains, making a strange sound like the wailing of a bereaved woman.
Song Yan couldn't help but let out a bitter smile, and secretly said in his heart: "I really want to run away."

Ga~
Ga~
A strange crow shadow puppet landed on Nanzhu Peak along with the shadow of the night. It then stood on the branch of an evergreen tree, lowered its head and looked down, watching the young man walking away silently.

This crow is obviously not an ordinary creature. When it appears in a certain environment, it will completely blend into that environment.

For example, if it is in the shadow now, it will be completely integrated into the shadow.

Not to mention Song Yan, even if Zhang Yin was here, he wouldn't be able to detect it at all.

But the crow only stared at Song Yan.

The next day, golden sunlight poured down from the skylight and shone into the leather-making cave on Nanzhu Peak.

Song Yan took out another monster skin, put it aside, took out paper and pen, and started drawing for today.

When he focused on the [Spell] column, his sight naturally fell on "The Art of Painted Skin (Great) (Can deduce lifespan)".

He arrived very early.

We arrived early and there was no one else in the cave.

The dome of the cave was brightly lit, with only some shadows in some rugged depressions.

Thinking of the bad feeling that emerged in his heart yesterday, Song Yan decided to give it a try in order to master some power as soon as possible.

【Please select the investment life span】

[You have invested ten years of your life in comprehending the "Skin Painting Art". You have copied dozens of monsters and beasts and mastered their divine appearances, but how can these divine appearances be manifested? You thought of the discussion you heard in Linglong Valley that day, and naturally came to the conclusion: eyes.

Only by adding the finishing touch can the monster be given a divine appearance. The drawing must have spirit, and the shadow puppet needs the finishing touch.

You start trying to dot the eyes.

After ten years of polishing, even if you put pen to paper casually, the draft still has divine appearance, but when you carve the leather from the draft, you find that the divine appearance in the draft cannot be transferred to the shadow puppet.

[“Painted Skin”, Perfect] Song Yan was stunned.

He obviously hadn't solved the problem yet, hadn't discovered the method to "transfer the image of the god in the drawing to the shadow puppet", so how could it be perfect?

'continue. ’

[You have devoted ten years of your life to studying the Art of Painted Skin. You have tried to find the answer to that question. Day after day, year after year, you keep drawing and carving.

In the eighth year, the answer you had once thought of suddenly popped into your mind.

Did the gods move?
The divine appearance didn't move, it's your heart that moved.

You have always naively believed that the divine image was in the drawing. Even if you followed the drawing 100% when carving, you still failed. The reason is that the divine image was not in the drawing at all.

The tree didn't move, the wind didn't move, it was your heart that moved.

You thought about something, put aside the drawing, stared at the skin, and took the knife directly.

You write with your knife as if you were writing a piece of writing, and soon a picture of a monster with a divine appearance appears.

You raise the knife, thinking of those eyes.

What you carved is a nine-eyed lyre-boa. The nine-eyed lyre-boa has eyes all over its body. Even if you just visualize it, you will feel a little dizzy.

You fell, but failed.

'continue. ’

[You have invested ten years of your life in comprehending the "Art of Painted Skin". You have made some progress, but it still feels like it's not enough.]

[You have invested ten years of your life in comprehending the "Art of Painted Skin". You have made a lot of progress, but it still feels like it's not enough.]

[You have invested ten years of your life into comprehending the Art of Painted Skin. In the tenth year, you have used up all your energy and completely forgotten yourself. It is as if you have become the nine-eyed lyre-boa. You cut with your knife, and this time the knife seems to have divine assistance, carving out the eye and completing the finishing touch.

Just as you are admiring your masterpiece, you suddenly feel a chilly wind blowing, and your whole body becomes cold. At the same time, the pupils of the nine-eyed boa constrictor start to roll around.

Then, the nine-eyed anaconda shadow puppet flutters up and swallows you.

You, are dead]

[You have mastered the art of summoning spirits]

["Spiritual Summoning", entry level; cultivation threshold: fourth level of Xuan Lian]

Song Yan opened his eyes and was stunned for a moment.

"The Conjuring" should be a part of "Painted Skin", and should also be the most core part.

Compared to "The Little Five Elements Silk Hands", "Painted Skin: The Requiem" is the most important.

Because the function of "Small Five Elements Silk-wrapped Hands" is to make your hands more flexible, allowing you to touch the skins of various dangerous monsters.

But to know how to make leather, you should still read "Painted Skin: The Requiem".

But unexpectedly, Song Yan didn't need any inheritance from others and he figured it out on his own.

However, there is a threshold for practicing the "Spirit Summoning Technique". He comprehended the fourth-level Lianxuan spell with a body of the second-level Lianxuan, and this wave was directly backfired.

Add some eyes to the shadow puppet, it comes alive and kills him.

This is rare enough.

"Realm, we still have to find a way to improve our realm."

Song Yan sighed lightly. In fact, he had been trying for some time, but he became more and more certain that "some kind of medicine is needed to break through to the third level of Lianxuan."

"After a while, go to the market and look for any clues you may have."

Just as he was thinking about it, other disciples came to the cave.

Song Yan greeted him, then buried his head and started making leather.

He still took out the draft and drew the two-headed wolf, but when the tip of the pen hovered over the empty wolf eyes, he instinctively stopped, then hastily started drawing, drawing at the same level as before.

The crows in the dome of the cave watched this scene quietly.
For several days afterwards, the crow did not notice anything unusual.

This crow is naturally a special shadow puppet controlled by Shi Zuo Weng using secret techniques.

Although it is just a crow, it is a mid-level monster known as the "Bodyless Phantom Crow". It can even be said to be the best at hiding itself among the mid-level monsters. Its ability to hide itself can basically deceive all cultivators in the Lianxuan realm.

Therefore, Song Yan naturally could not discover the existence of the "bodyless phantom crow shadow puppet".

Shi Zuo Weng was born as a handyman and has been obsessed with shadow puppetry all his life, so he has a mysterious feeling about some things related to shadow puppetry.

For example, on that day, he always felt that the young disciple from Nanzhu Peak seemed to have realized something, but did not dare to say it due to the situation, so he deliberately hit him three times to see if the other party was smart enough and would come to visit him in the middle of the night.

But it didn't happen.

But he still felt something was wrong, so he used the secret technique of shadow puppetry to control the "bodyless phantom crow" to spy.

But after spying for a few days, there was still nothing unusual.

Logically speaking, Shi Zuo Weng should leave.

But the old man felt that something was a little wrong. The eyes that the young man had drawn were nothing in his eyes, just the beginning of his studies.
However, he always had an inexplicable feeling about the way the young man put pen to paper.

In the past, he would not have had the time to follow a junior. But now that he is old and his time is approaching, he has developed a bit of childishness and finds it quite interesting to follow such juniors.

However, Shi Zuo Weng's patience had finally been exhausted.

"Forget it, stop pretending, just come clean and ask directly."

(End of this chapter)