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

Chapter 34. I know your heart, you know my mind

The arrival of the four great men made a huge noise, like the rumbling of thunder, floating from the distant sky, so loud that Song Yan could barely hear some of it.

He could probably deduce the matter through his imagination.

Nanwu Jianmen wants to get rid of the big cancer, the Puppet Palace.

The ghost cultivator was also planning to cause a fight between Nanwu Jianmen and Puppet Palace.

That's why the ghost cultivator, the leader of Shadow Peak, would take a half-baked spy like Qi Yao into the inner sect to serve as a messenger.

Then, after finding an opportunity, he promptly passed the news that "the four elders left secretly to fight against the multi-tailed fox on the border" through the microphone.

among them
It is difficult to distinguish true from false.
You thought Qi Yao and other spies would spread lies, but what they spread was true. Otherwise, Nanwu Jianmen is not stupid, they would also verify it from many sources before taking action.

You thought what she said was true, but this was actually a design by the four elders of the Puppet Palace.

The four elders of the Puppet Palace suddenly pounced back, but their target was not the Nanwu Sword Gate, but the master of the Shadow Peak who was a ghost cultivator in the gate.

But the leader of Shadow Play Peak seemed to have escaped from the killing situation through some unknown clues and returned safely to the center of the evil land.

'It's too dangerous.'

Song Yan couldn't help but sigh.

All those calculations and conspiracies intertwined together broke out tonight.

He was almost included in these calculations, but luckily he jumped out and escaped. Otherwise, he would have been on his way to the center of the evil land by now.

His identity as a ghost cultivator will be exposed.

Of course, he could try to use the "Mysterious Art of Condensing Evil and Controlling the Mysterious Technique" and the "Turtle Breathing Technique" to make himself look like a dead person, but it was just a resemblance.

Those ghost cultivators are more cunning than each other, how could they not see the problem?
It is hard to imagine what the consequences will be at that time.

But Song Yan estimated that at the very least it could be a soul-searching technique. It couldn't be a naive "fellow villagers meeting each other", right?

He also narrowly escaped from the killing situation.

At this time, somewhere outside the main peak of Piying Peak, the fighting monks were slowly separating.

somewhere.
The heroic female cultivator in black robe with red patterns stood with legs together, long sword pointed diagonally, and heavy snow fell.

A dark shadow walked up.

"Miss Seven, let's go. After this, your identity will definitely be exposed. There is no need to stay in Shadow Pi Peak any longer."

"The Su family doesn't care if I'm not there. No one cares about what I do. They wish I would die in the Demon Sect, right?"

“Someone will always care.”

"Who?"

"You will meet."

After the words fell, Qi Yao, or rather Su Yao, sighed, picked up the sword, and followed the black shadow towards the camp of Nanwu Jianmen.

The "Qi" in Qi Yao's name is just because she is the seventh young lady, and the pronunciation of "Qi" is used.

The night passed.

The snow also stopped.

Rumble.
The mechanical stone door slowly opened.

Golden sunlight came in from outside through the gradually widening gap.

Princess, Miss Qiu clenched her fists and looked out nervously, only to see a familiar man standing in front of the door. Who else could it be but Song Yan?

"It's over." Song Yan returned to Nanzhu Peak and waved to the distance.

It was unclear whether the princess's expression was happy or sad.

So does Miss Qiu.

They are still under the control of their crazy fans, regardless of whether it is true or false, but they all don't want Song Yan to get into trouble. But they also look forward to freedom.

They really couldn't bear the darkness and had to serve as furnaces in the cave all day.

"Yeah." Miss Qiu smiled.

The princess also forced a smile.

After Song Yan informed the two women of the news, he hurried out to investigate the situation.

The entire Nanzhu Peak was in chaos. Cheng Danqing rebelled, and the eldest senior brother who often went to Qingxi Market to buy monster skins died tragically in front of the mountain gate. Zhang Yin also disappeared, and there was a post-war chaos everywhere.

three days later.

The chaos finally calmed down a little.

Zhang Yin was also confirmed dead. He fell forward to the ground with his head twisted backwards. There was an obvious sword mark on his back, and it was obvious that he had been ambushed.

The shadow leather of a blood-blade elk beside him was also covered in blood, with half of its body stuck in its antlers. All this proved that he had killed at least two or three disciples of the Nanwu Sword Sect that night, otherwise there wouldn't be so much blood.

Song Yan couldn't help but sigh: "It's true that the taller one pushed forward, and then died."

Although Zhang Yin is a typical evil demon with a brutal style, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, he is still very nice to him.

He collected Zhang Yin's body, found a place with beautiful scenery to cremate him, and then buried the urn in the ground.

Because of the ghost cultivation, "cremation of dead disciples" is something that must be done.

Snapped.

Song Yan opened another jar of fine wine he had bought from the market and poured it in front of the tombstone.
Watching the wine seeping into the soil, he whispered, "Brother Zhang, have a safe journey."

The cold wind rises,
The setting sun in the distance also began to roll and climb, along with the red evil spirit.

The snow still covers the mountains, like the white-haired mountains and rivers.
Song Yan remained silent. He was not sad for Zhang Yin, but had a feeling of loss as if "the lips and teeth are interdependent and one does not know where to go."

In this battle, he deeply felt the importance of "breaking through the realm". However, "Practicing Xuan Level 3" requires some external objects, without which there is no breakthrough.

The sect's rules were strict, and he couldn't buy the foreign items even if he went to the market. Unless he could go to the market outside the sect, there would be a glimmer of hope.

Otherwise, he could only wait patiently for time to pass, waiting for others to break through before he could follow suit, so as to avoid exposing the "Yu Shou Dao Guo" that he possessed.

Just as I was thinking about it, a familiar voice came from not far away.

"Junior brother, hurry back to Nanzhu Peak, the sect master is here!!"

Song Yan turned his head and saw that it was Wang Susu.

Wang Susu was also very cunning and somehow she managed to survive that night.

He responded and followed Wang Susu quickly.

This sect leader is of course the leader of the Puppet Sect, that is, the leader of the Paper Man Peak, which is the leader of the five major peaks: Paper Man, Blood Corpse, Shadow Puppets, Machinery, and Strange Poison.

Paper Man Peak is located right above the only two spirals of the Xuanmai. It has a unique geographical location, and the master of this peak is naturally the sect leader.

The other place is the center of the evil place.

That place, which looked like red jade and a river of blood, was so deep that even though the three peak masters chased after it, they dared not go deep into it.

A paper man stands on the high platform of Nanzhu Peak.

It was a beautiful paper figure, which swayed slightly in the wind and turned into a beautiful lady in white clothes with a shawl wrapped around her body and wide sleeves fluttering.

"You are low-level disciples in the sect, but you all have profound roots. Maybe some of you will achieve something in the future."

The beautiful woman in white spoke in a calm voice, but her voice sounded like an old man's.

"So you shouldn't die here."

"The situation in the sect is not good now. The ghost cultivators are no longer hiding, and the multi-tailed fox tribe is marching straight in. Fortunately, we have temporarily reached a ceasefire agreement with the Nanwu Sword Sect."

"I have decided to dismiss all disciples below the fourth level of the Profound Realm. You are to seek refuge in the Mortal Realm Dynasty, no matter where you hide."

"Things will get better within five years, and you can come back then."

After the beautiful woman in white finished speaking, she raised her hand and a box flew out from her wide sleeves.

The box opened with a "click", revealing the densely packed medicine pills inside.

The elixir reflected the red light of dusk, revealing a somewhat evil blood color.

“This pill will help you in your cultivation. Even if the mortal world’s profound energy is scarce, it will not cause your realm to fall.

But this pill is also poison.

If you don’t come back within five years, you will die outside.”

"Come and claim them one by one. Once you have claimed them, hurry down the mountain!!"

The beautiful woman in white said no more, floated up, and looked down at every disciple indifferently.

If anyone refuses to eat, it will kill him immediately.

This sudden change shocked all the disciples.

In fact, most of the disciples at Nanzhu Peak started out as menial servants.

The servants were robbed and they all have families.

It’s a good thing to be able to go home!

Suddenly, a disciple rushed over, quickly grabbed a pill and threw it into his mouth.

Then someone else came forward.

Song Yan had no choice but to queue up, went forward to get the pill, and then ate it under the scorching gaze of the paper man above his head.

The next morning.

A carriage appeared at the foot of the mountain.

The carriage was "taken" directly from the market.

Song Yan was wrapped in a cloak and holding a straw hat. In the carriage sat Miss Qiu and the princess, who were in mixed but extremely excited moods.

On the other side, Wang Susu rode out on horseback. I'm afraid that the furnace and the tripod had been squeezed to death by her.

"Sister, do you want to go together?"

"where are you going?"

"Western Shu."

"Western Shu? That's the place with the least mysterious energy among the Three Kingdoms. I won't go there."

"Then take care, Senior Sister."

"Take care of yourself too."

Wang Susu kicked the horse's belly, spurred the horse into a gallop, turned around the valley, and disappeared without a trace.

A few more days
The carriage was heading west when a black crow carrying a bundle landed on the roof, took a few steps forward with its claws, and gently placed the bundle under the driver's feet.

Song Yan suddenly turned his head, but the crow had already flown away.

The bundle was open, with a letter lying across it.

There was a message written on the head of the letter: I know your heart and you understand my intention. My legacy will only be passed on to the most suitable person. If you want to recognize me as your master, kowtow three times in the direction of the Puppet Sect. You don't have to acknowledge it in front of outsiders.

Signed: Shizuoweng.

(End of this chapter)