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

Chapter 95 94. Secret Realm Construction, Two Identities (3.1K words - please subscribe)
A few days later.
“Ah, ah, ah~~~”

The shrill squeals of pigs echoed from the top of the cliff.

But the sound quickly faded and then disappeared.

Song Yan stabbed the pig to death with a single move, then picked up a bucket to collect the fresh pig blood. He then skillfully skinned and cut the meat. After hanging the skin aside, he began to process the meat.

Coincidentally, after being robbed by thieves a few days ago, they went to the top of the mountain and actually found the thieves' den. So they pretended to be gangsters and robbed the thieves' hill.

Actually, this den of thieves was quite rich. They had pigs, sheep, pots and pans, and they also took away a lot of wine.

Although these wines are not as good as the fine wines in the city, most of them are home-brewed in the villages and mountains, and most of them are fruit wines, which have a unique flavor.

Song Yan built pig pens and sheep pens, and kept enough pigs and sheep, letting the males and females live separately. Every now and then, he would bring them together to mate and give birth. Today, he was going to try his hand with a pig first.

In the evening, in addition to cooking spare ribs and broth, he also made a pig skin shadow puppet. After successfully seeing the message "[You have absorbed the remaining life span of a pig: 10 years]", Song Yan continued to make it. However, he did not make it into a living shadow puppet by summoning the spirit, but changed it into "spicy pig skin" and made a "pig skin jelly" to go with the wine.

"It turned out to be Mr. Li"

Mrs. Ling looked at the familiar dishes in amazement.

Song Yan said: "Didn't I tell you before?"

"No."

Madam Ling had previously thought that Song Yan had sneaked into the secret realm team, but she didn't expect that he was actually Master Li.

She might not know much about the people in the Flying Knife Gang, but she had gone there for Master Li's famous cooking skills. She knew that Master Li was an honest and kind local who was an expert in pork skin and roasted meat, and that his business was considered a time-honored brand.

this.
It turns out to be Brother Song Dao.

"Come, sit down. After eating, you still have to hurry on your way." Song Yan put the food on the table, sat aside carefreely, and adjusted the chopsticks made of the trees in this secret realm.

Because of the characteristics of the "Night Candle Soul Bug", Madam Ling always travels at night and rests during the day, even in this wilderness in the extreme south.

Mrs. Ling sat down, took a bite of the spicy pork skin, picked up a piece of pork jelly, praised it, and then gulped down the soup.

The two sat opposite each other and looked at each other, both speechless.

At this moment, memories from many years ago are evoked.

At that time, he and she were still in Tianyun City, and Si Que was still in the mansion. Si Que made mutton soup, which was delicious and warm, just like the pork rib soup now.

Unfortunately, things have changed and the identities of the two have undergone a drastic change. They are no longer people of the martial arts world, but monks.

Fortunately, we have not gone astray and are still on the same path.

Madam Ling said, "Brother Song, I heard that Mr. Li is an old man who has settled in Chaoli County, but there is no profound energy in Chaoli County. How do you practice on a daily basis?"

Song Yan took out a handful of black crystals and sprinkled them on the table, saying, "I made a lot of shadow puppets at Puppet Peak before, but later I replaced them all with black crystals."

"I see."

Madam Ling said, "Brother Dao is very cautious in his actions. But..."

She glanced at Brother Song's pig pen and sheep pen, as well as the wild boars, wolves, bears, and other animals running along the riverside below the cliff. She said with a bit of a smile, "Brother, you raise these things, don't you want to make leather?"

Song Yan said: "The love of my life, I'm used to it."

Madam Ling suddenly recalled the scene when Song Yan fought with Grandma Zhu that day, controlling ten puppets with his hands, and finally defeating Grandma Zhu with a powerful spell. She couldn't help but feel moved and said with emotion: "Perhaps only someone as obsessed with a single technique as Brother Song Dao can have such profound attainments."

She had a great opportunity, and accidentally merged the thoughts of a powerful insect cultivator, while Brother Song worked hard to get here with his own hands. Thinking of this, Madam Ling couldn't help but admire him more and more.

As they were eating, Madam Ling suddenly said, "Brother, it is almost summer now, the days are long and the nights are short, and it is not yet dark. In order to save some time, why don't you and I practice together, and I will go out and continue my journey, how about that?"

Song Yan said: "Okay."

After meal
In the cabin.

for a long time
"Brother Taoist, are you ready?" Madam Ling's dignified and calm voice suddenly came.

Song Yan asked: "What about you?"

Madam Ling said coldly: "My little sister has been holding back, waiting for Brother Dao."

Song Yan said: "Come on."

a moment
Madam Ling put on her clothes comfortably, put on her ghost mask, left the secret realm and continued on her way.

Originally, she was running for her life everywhere, and with Grandma Zhu hanging over her head, her mentality was distorted to a certain extent. But now, in such a peaceful dual cultivation and life, she has become calm.

Heading westward along the edge of the Southern Wilderness, we finally arrived at a city on a hot day in midsummer.

The city is called Linwu City. It is extremely desolate and dilapidated, but it is the most populous place in the surrounding area.

Further west of Linwu City is a vast mountain range known as the "Ten Thousand Mountains".

The mountain is high and the terrain is steep. It is also the only passage leading to Western Sichuan. This winding, long and difficult road is called "Pansi Mountain Road" by the locals.

Because they would be entering the Snake Corpse Market soon, the two planned to get some supplies here.

These supplies are mainly needed by Song Yan.

He planned to buy some more pigs, sheep, horses and the like to raise in the secret realm, and at the same time purchase some daily necessities such as tea, rice, oil, salt and wine.

At that time, we will transport it out of the city by car and put it into a secret place without anyone noticing.

The two walked on the road to Linwu Mountain City. Compared with the towns in the north, this place is really primitive. There are stalls on the roadside, and the stalls are mostly filled with beautiful little gems, dried mushrooms, unknown grass bundles, animal horn products, etc.
Soon, Song Yan negotiated with a family and prepared to get some cattle, sheep and horses.

As they were talking, a woman's scream was suddenly heard on the street, but the people setting up stalls seemed to be used to it. They just frowned, looked bitter, lowered their heads, and looked like "eyes on the nose, nose on the heart".

Song Yan asked: "What's wrong?"

The man who was doing business with him hurriedly pulled him aside and said, "Young man, although your companion is wearing a ghost mask, she must be a beautiful woman, right? Even a black robe can't hide this figure. Listen to what I say, hide quickly. Oh no, it's coming!"

Having said that, the old man hurried into the house.

Song Yan listened to the advice, pulled Mrs. Ling's hand, and went into the old man's house.

He released his spiritual consciousness and covered it.

But on the street, a man with a black cloth around his eyes and smelling of alcohol was chasing after me with a wild smile and shouting something like "Beauty, don't run away".

In front of her was a young lady with her clothes torn to shreds and her silk pocket half exposed, running in fear.

But even though the man had a black cloth around his eyes, his perception was extremely sharp. No matter how quietly the young lady tried to hide, he could always catch up with her.

Finally, the cat and mouse game is over.

The man staggered and threw the young girl to the ground, and started doing that in the street.

The crowd didn't dare to look, but they didn't dare to move either. They could only pretend that they didn't exist and continued to shout about buying and selling.

Song Yan's expression froze.

Because, he could tell at a glance that even though this man had only 60% or 70% of the Xuan Qi in his body, he was actually at the "sixth level of Xuan Qi training" realm. Moreover, although his postures and movements were random, one could vaguely see some of the shadows of the Nanwu Sword School's skills.

Song Yan really didn't expect that he would meet such a person when he was about to leave Nanwu.
He became interested.

Bai Xiuhu was originally from "Linwu City", a small city on the edge of Southern Wu. Relying on his talent and an opportunity, he became a disciple of the Southern Wu Jianmen, and then helped his father become the lord of Linwu City.

He values ​​friendship and loyalty, and gets along well with his fellow disciples in Jianmen. Every time he drinks, he says he has a clear conscience and is worthy of his friends, and they are loyal to each other.

However, ever since the Puppet Sect and Nanwu Jianmen fell out, fights between cultivators have frequently broken out.

As a sixth-level cultivator of the Xuan-level, Bai Xiuhu was also sent out on patrol missions with his fellow apprentices. Then, one day, they encountered disciples of the Demon Sect. In a fight, his fellow apprentices died tragically. He wanted to die, but when the time came, he found himself a coward. If he had taken action, there would still be hope for the captured apprentice sister, but he turned around and ran away out of fear.

After returning to the sect, he did not say this, and Jianmen assigned him to another team.
A few months later, the same scene happened again.

And he made the same choice.

He didn't even dare to pick up the sword and turned around to run away.

His faith in the Tao completely collapsed.

He did not return to Jianmen of Nanwu, but fled to Linwu City like a madman, and then vented his anger by acting arrogantly and unruly under the identity of "a monk" and "son of the city lord".

At this time, in that luxurious and secluded courtyard, Bai Xiuhu was holding down a young lady and abusing her severely. Then he cried neurotically, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault."

The young lady trembled. After a while, she could no longer bear it and fainted.
Bai Xiuhu's breathing gradually calmed down. He stood up, glanced at the fainted young lady, and sniffed her breath again, only to find that she was dead. He was stunned for a moment, and then said coldly: "I am not wrong, no!"

He sat alone in the yard, looking gloomy and uncertain, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

But no matter what, he is the local tyrant in this place and no one can do anything to him.

So what if I just killed a few people?
At this moment, his expression suddenly changed. A ghostly figure came from afar, passing by in an instant at a distance of over a hundred feet, and a finger came from afar and pointed at his forehead.

"you"

Bai Xiuhu was horrified and lost consciousness in an instant.

After Song Yan absorbed this information, he killed it with a casual flick of his finger, arrested his spirit and soul, turned it into a ghost, then dropped the "Grandma Fox" shadow puppet and used the method of "Bai Xiang Shen Yu" to separate a wisp of his spirit and soul onto the "Grandma Fox" shadow puppet.

The Grandma's shadow puppet transformed into a white tiger, standing with her hands behind her back, muttering coldly in the summer breeze: "I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong."

After doing all this, Song Yan glanced at the dead lady again, sighed lightly, and went forward to search her soul. After learning the lady's information, he did not restrain her soul, but let it leave. He then took out another fox demon shadow puppet and made it transform into the appearance of the lady, which fainted on the ground.

The next day
Calm and calm.

Song Yan and Madam Ling had completed their purchases and set out on the Pansi Mountain Road to Western Shu.

(End of this chapter)