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

Chapter 42. Strange Market, Seventh-grade Pill (Seeking Follow-up Reading)
Tianyun City on the edge of Shu is just a microcosm.

The secret envoys of the Jianmen Sect of Nanwu, relying on their good relations with various forces, search everywhere for the disciples of the Puppet Palace who are taking refuge outside, and kill them if they meet them!

However, these have nothing to do with Song Yan anymore.

He has completely disappeared into the underworld, and no one knows his true identity and strength.

More than half a year later, Hua Linglong, because she "had seen the flying swords of independent cultivators and became attracted to cultivators", began to send disciples to search for traces of cultivators in the surrounding areas, hoping to establish some "trading" channels with them.

At the same time, the Ghost Qingyi Tower also began to take the initiative to learn about information from the outside world, such as the general situation of the Three Kingdoms.

And these are what Song Yan needs.

Hua Linglong was doing all this for Song Yan.

This woman was quite resourceful. She dispatched her troops one by one and extended the tentacles of the Ghost Qingyi Building in all directions.

If Song Yan controlled her with the "Ghost Resurrection Technique", she would directly become an irrational lunatic who only knew how to follow the order of "kill, kill, kill".

If Song Yan continues to control her with "crazy powder", then when the effect of the drug wears off, the only outcome is "Song Yan kills her to eliminate future troubles, and at the same time leaves traces of fake death to prevent others from discovering it." Of course, there are many smart people in the world, and the actions of an "uncrowned queen" who has taken "crazy powder" will also reveal flaws, and then be noticed by others, thus bringing endless unpredictable variables.

Now, it is the best ending.

This search lasted for more than a year.

The winter snow fluttered and fell again.

In a courtyard somewhere, the "Four Birds" were cooking mutton soup, and then they were scrambling to serve it to "Teacher Hua".

Soon, a bowl of warm mutton soup was placed in front of Song Yan.

When I was at Nanzhu Peak, I took the fasting pills every day, but eventually I got tired of it, and the wine and meat of the worldly world were more to my liking.

He picked up a bowl and started drinking, and casually taught the "Four Sparrows" martial arts.

At this moment, Hua Linglong walked in from outside. She glanced around and actually waved her hand to dismiss the "Four Birds". Then she looked at the man who was drinking mutton soup and said, "We found the market for the scattered cultivators."

Song Yan drank the mutton soup till it was completely gone, then put it down and asked, "Where is it?"

Hua Linglong said: "I have sent people to try to trade. If everything goes well, you can go over. Since the city can trade with the old man in Hanshui Villa, why can't it do it with us?"

Song Yan smiled and said, "You think about it carefully."

Hua Linglong sat opposite him, staring at his empty bowl in a trance, and suddenly said, "It's getting late, and the snow is falling so heavily."

Song Yan said: "Then I should go."

Hua Linglong shouted, "Bai Que, close the door!"

The door closed quickly.

Hua Linglong looked at him with spring water in her eyes and said, "You should know that I am a woman, and I only have you as my man. I will only have you as my man. After seeing you, others will not be in my eyes."

Under the stone table, she lifted her embroidered shoes and gently but boldly rubbed against Song Yan.
Song Yan didn't care whether this was true or not, because it didn't matter.

He was a healthy man with a normal mind. After being teased, he stood up, picked up Hua Linglong, and turned into the house.

In the cold winter, warmth begins to rise.

After several months of testing, there was no problem with the city.

Song Yan has not arrived yet, but he has already had a general idea of ​​the situation over there.

In the spring, he disguised himself a little, stuck some white hair on himself, and went to the market. After showing off his strength and revealing his identity as a casual cultivator, he skillfully got an ID card and got in.

Unlike the low-level market town at the foot of Nanzhu Peak, there were no jade cards here that could be used to earn contribution points. The stall owners sat in front of their stalls with their eyes closed, but they were not cultivators, but just ordinary people with strong bodies.

The Ghost Qingyi Building had already made it very clear for him.

These people are all "stall keepers", and their identities are either servants of independent cultivators or their family members. It is for this reason that this market will do business with ordinary people outside.

This place is obviously a gathering place for independent practitioners with their families.

Since he brought his family with him, the danger level was obviously not as great as in "Qingxi City Square", and this was also the reason why Song Yan dared to come here alone.

This is the advantage of having power. You don’t have to take risks to explore on your own. There will naturally be people to help you do all the preliminary work.

He knew what was being sold here without having to scan the goods.

There are mostly flowers, herbs, pills, and prescriptions, but there are also talismans, mechanisms, and even shadow puppets.

why?
This is not something that the spies in the Ghost Qingyi Tower can find out.

But there is definitely not some magical treasure land nearby, otherwise it would have been dug out by the ghost Qingyi Tower long ago.

As Song Yan walked, he stopped in front of a stall filled with bottles and jars because he saw the words "Flame Marrow Pill" on a bottle near the back.

His pupils shrank slightly and he looked up, only to see a little girl in a cotton-padded jacket dozing off. She seemed not to be afraid at all that someone would snatch the things from the stall and run away.

As if sensing someone's presence, the little girl opened her eyes and asked, "What are you buying?"

Song Yan pointed at the bottle of "Flame Marrow Pill" and asked, "Excuse me, young lady, who made this pill?"

The little girl asked, "Why do you care so much?"

Song Yan said: "I need a better pill."

The little girl was startled and asked, "You use it?"

Song Yan nodded.

The little girl got up in a hurry and walked towards the back room, shouting, "Daddy, Daddy, a great monk who made custom elixirs is here."

Song Yan:.
After a while, a middle-aged man with sharp eyes stepped out, glanced at Song Yan, smiled, and asked politely: "Excuse me, what do you want?" Song Yan said: "The elixir that can break through the seventh level of the practice of Xuan."

The middle-aged man scratched his head, as if thinking, and asked after a long while: "What do you want to exchange? Gold and silver are not acceptable. If you want Xuanyu, you need a lot."

Song Yan was stunned, and a feeling of ecstasy rose in his heart. He glanced at the other party, but saw that the little girl was leaning behind the middle-aged man and looking at him curiously, so he said: "Shadow puppet."

The middle-aged man said: "Shadow puppets are good things, but I don't need low-level ones. What level do you have?"

Song Yan said: "Intermediate level demon beast, the bodyless phantom crow."

This was the best he could come up with.

Although the shadow puppet of the bodyless phantom crow is also very good, it is nothing compared to the elixir that can help him break through the realm.

"Bodyless Phantom Crow?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and said, "That's fine."

Song Yan said: "Then let's exchange."

The other party's family is here, which undoubtedly increases the "credibility of the seller."

The middle-aged man said, "Then I need to tell you first, the elixir for breaking through the sixth level of Lianxuan is called 'Duanzang Pill', but I'm not sure if you can use it, because this elixir may be a long time old."

"What does it mean?"

"do you want?"

"Let me smell it."

"Just for a moment."

The middle-aged man handed it over, Song Yan took it, sniffed it lightly, and silently said, "Invest one month of my life and use this wisp of breath as an opportunity to practice the "Mysterious Energy Guiding Technique"."

After a moment, he opened his eyes, reached into the bag behind his back, and took out the shadow puppet of "Bodyless Phantom Crow" from his storage ring, saying, "Change it."

The middle-aged man took the shadow puppet and examined it carefully, then said, "Deal."

After saying that, his expression when he looked at Song Yan became much more relaxed, and he began to promote his other products.

Song Yan took the opportunity to ask, "My fellow Daoist, when I entered here just now, I actually felt a lot of mysterious energy. Is there a mysterious vein here?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "If we had Xuanmai, we would have established a sect long ago."

As he spoke, he shook his head and said, "There is no mysterious vein here, only a huge demon snake corpse.

After the demon snake died, it still emitted mysterious energy. We sensed it and came over.
We don’t know why huge demon corpses suddenly appeared in these places.

This snake corpse contains quite a lot of mysterious energy, enough for us to practice for thirty to forty years.

Thirty or forty years later, we will have to look for new demon corpses. "

Song Yan's expression became slightly serious.

He immediately understood the reason why the city was "moving".

Decades ago, this market town must have been built on the corpse of another demon. The mysterious energy of that demon's corpse was exhausted, so they looked for another place.

But the question is, why are there so many huge corpses of demons in this Wuxuan land on the edge of Shu?

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Daoyou, is it safe here? I think your place is nice and I want to settle down."

After hearing this, the middle-aged man became more enthusiastic, patting his chest and saying, "Of course it is safe, you can settle down here with peace of mind. Many of us here have been like you, barging in rashly, doing business, and then gathering here and settling their families here.

There is another benefit to coming here.”

It seems that this "benefit" is not a secret. The middle-aged man said directly: "Once every ten years, there will be a forbidden area called the Demon Swamp opened, and our city cultivators will form a team to explore it.

It seems that many monks have died in the Demon Swamp, so many items are still left outside. The "Forging Dirt Pill" you took is what I found in the restriction."

"Demon swamp, restriction?"

"Yes, it's a coincidence that the ban is always opened near our market. It is precisely because of this ban that it attracts many independent cultivators to come here. I was attracted here that year."

"Is it dangerous?"

"With opportunities, there are dangers." The middle-aged man pointed at the huge market and said, "The number of people here decreases every ten years, but new people will join. After all, even mortals can enter. If there is an opportunity, they may become monks."

Seeing Song Yan's expression, the middle-aged man laughed again and said, "But as long as you don't enter the Demon Swamp, it will be very safe here. Everyone goes to the Demon Swamp for the opportunity, and then everyone relies on their own ability to do business here.

The next time the Demon Swamp opens is three months later.
How about it, do you want to come together?"

Song Yan rejected it directly in his heart, but he said, "I'll think about it again."

His eyes suddenly directed to a place that showed a cracked ground. He hadn't noticed it before, but now when he looked carefully, he could vaguely see some strange patterns emerging from the deep darkness.

The pattern was that of snake skin, but for some reason it had inexplicably "expanded" so that it looked extremely torn, like a balloon that had burst after being filled with too much air.

This is very unreasonable.

A corpse will rot and shrink, but it was the first time he saw a corpse that "swelled up after death."

The emanating mysterious energy revealed an indescribably powerful vitality, so much so that the corpse remained intact even after death. Its flesh could not withstand the vitality, and thus expanded and cracked exaggeratedly.

I don’t know why, maybe it’s because Song Yan has little experience.

As soon as he felt the "strong vitality", he immediately thought of the "multi-tailed dragon fox" bloodline in the "Princess".
He remained calm, bowed to the middle-aged cultivator, and quickly left with the "Forging Divine Pill".

(End of this chapter)