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

Chapter 96 95. The good days are over (4.3K words - please subscribe)
Pansi Mountain Road, located in the Shiwan Mountains, is a small road connecting the southernmost barren land of Southern Wu and the southeastern corner of Western Shu. This is almost the longest road Song Yan has ever walked.

Come to think of it, he had traveled all over the Three Kingdoms on his own two feet. He had traveled to the Puppet Sect, Tianyun City, the Imperial Capital, and Southern Wu. Now he was moving slowly along the edge of the territory of the Three Kingdoms like a little ant.

The terrain of the Pansi Mountain Road is quite high, and even in summer, it still experienced extreme heavy snow on one night.
Such a long road made Song Yan couldn't help but recall walking on the trail of Nanzhu Peak when he first came to this world.

At that time, I didn't know what the future would hold, and I was as panic-stricken as I am now, but it's almost the same.

Fortunately, the accommodation environment has improved.
From the suspended room of the leather-making servants, to the gloomy little cave on Nanzhu Peak, to the independent hilltop on Paper Man Peak, and then to the empty secret realm today.

And the days became leisurely.
From the daily target of "you will die if you don't complete it", to working from nine to five with his teammate "Junior Sister Wang", to the shadow puppet Xiaoxuan taking two apprentices, to the days when you can make leather if you want to, and sleep until dawn if you don't want to.

As for life
"call"

Song Yan rubbed his hands and rolled a wooden stick, on which was stuck a whole, cleaned snow deer.

Not only has the blood been drained from the deer's body and it has been blanched in boiling water and marinated with sauce for a long time, but as the wooden stick turns, the fat under the skin drips with a "squeaking" sound and an enticing aroma is released.

In the summer, on the top of a mountain, with heavy snow, a beautiful lady sitting opposite him and eating barbecue together, with a jar of pure mountain liquor beside him, Song Yan could not think of any day more comfortable than this.

Madam Ling is not a foodie. She has been eating all kinds of delicacies since she was a child and has long since stopped caring about them. The fasting pills now are just right for her.

But seeing that Song Yan liked it so much, he took a deer leg, slowly tore off some meat and put it into his little mouth, chewed it slowly and swallowed it, thinking that it was nothing special.

But Song Yan enjoyed the meal very much.

It is a feeling of being in outer space, with all shackles broken and no need to pretend, free.

He admired the snow, ate meat, drank wine, and then drunkenly moved closer to Madam Ling, pulling at her dress and pants with both hands, muttering, "I'm thinking after I've had enough food and wine."

Before she finished speaking, Madam Ling said coldly: "Brother Song should focus on moderation and not let the word lust disturb your mind."

Although she said so, she still straightened her body and let her long skirt fall off, then became entangled with Song Yan, but she reminded Song Yan from time to time to prevent him from losing his composure after drinking and attacking recklessly, which would disrupt his practice.

The rustling sound was heard as the heavy snow on the mountain top was blown away. The luxurious silk skirt and satin pockets were messed up from time to time, but were quickly tidied up by Madam Ling, accompanied by a few gentle reminders.

When the training was over, both of them felt refreshed. Their bodies might be a little tired, but their moods did not feel lost or empty at all, but calm and peaceful.

The Demon Sect's dual cultivation method makes the person who draws energy full of energy and feel hot in his heart. If it is not suppressed, he will always have a strong desire.

But the right path, although it does not benefit much in terms of energy, is obviously of great help to the mind and character.

Thinking about how Bai Xiu Hu had changed into a completely different person after his Taoist heart collapsed, Song Yan vaguely felt that this sword cultivator really paid special attention to his character.

A month later.
On the branches outside the Snake Corpse Market, there was a pitch-black crow dangling - the bodyless phantom crow.

The phantom crow's eyes were fixed on the deserted and desolate "ghost market" not far away, with only a few empty houses left.

The swollen skin of the snake corpses under the exposed ground also disappeared, and the mysterious energy here naturally disappeared as well.

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The branch swayed for a while, and the bodyless crow stood up again, flew around, and circled around for a while, but did not see a living person!
Suddenly, the Phantom Crow landed gently on the ground again, glanced at the fragments of the mysterious gourd hidden under the fallen leaves, and then flew away to continue its patrol.

During this inspection, traces of fighting were found everywhere.

There was still some condensed blood remaining in some places. The blood of the monks lasted longer, so it had not dispersed yet.

But there was no trace of the monk's body.

Suddenly, the phantom crow's pupils turned sharply and landed on a point of fire in the woods not far away, then flapped its wings and flew away.

The fire was candlelight, in a wooden house in the mountains.

The Phantom Crow had only flown halfway when it heard a hoarse, strange laugh coming from the wooden house, followed by the sound of flags waving. The forest, which had been peaceful a moment ago, suddenly became full of flying sand and rocks.

Trees were uprooted, mud and rocks flew around, the sky was dark, and the whole thing was like a whirlpool descending from the sky, enveloping the bodyless phantom crow.

A huge purple figure, nearly a meter tall, rose from the ground and grabbed the bodyless phantom crow.

The bodyless phantom crow was like a small boat falling into a whirlpool. Even though it was struggling hard, it still had no choice but to move towards the center.

But the huge purple figure was not affected by the wind and sand, and rushed to the front of the bodyless phantom crow in an instant.

The figure was not a person, but a purple corpse with strange hair all over its body, purple skin, bulging eyes, and a swollen body!

Of course, the bodyless phantom crow is not a crow, but a shadow puppet.

In a flash, the purple corpse slammed its giant hands together like hammers.

The bodyless phantom crow quickly flapped its wings and turned over to avoid the attack.

when! !

Clap your hands together.

The Bodyless Crow managed to dodge but was again thrown off balance by the strong wind. For a moment it was like a kite with a broken string, with its head and feet spinning in the air.

The purple corpse continued to grab at the bodyless phantom crow.

Just as the attack was about to succeed, suddenly the purple corpse stopped moving and the wind and sand also stopped.

A few miles away from the top of the mountain, an old man with a fishy smell all over his body was being grabbed by the neck by a man.

The old man looked at the man in horror, and with a fearful look on his face, he forced a smile and shouted, "Master Song, spare me, Uncle Master Song."

Click.

Song Yan did not hesitate at all, and twisted his neck directly. At the same time, he put his other hands together, tapped his forehead, searched his soul, swallowed his soul, and a dragon
After a long time, he threw away the old man's body.

There is no innocent person in the Puppet Sect.
Afterwards, the figure of a ghost-faced man in a black robe came from a distance, flying and landing beside him lightly.

Madam Ling said, "All the snake corpses in the Snake Corpse Market are gone, and the market has also been dispersed. It seems that the Puppet Sect has slaughtered people here. They are more ruthless than we thought."

Song Yan looked at the old man on the ground and said, "This is a disciple from the Blood Corpse Peak of the Puppet Sect. He holds a purple corpse in his hand. It seems that he is also a high-level Xuan practitioner. He was sent here to guard because he is old and has no hope of breaking through.
Just now, he was able to quickly detect the bodyless phantom crow and respond immediately.

He ordered the purple corpse to attack, and he flew away with the mysterious talisman, trying to get away and go back to report the news. "

Madam Ling was surprised and said, "Then this place is no longer safe."

Song Yan carefully savored the information he had just searched and murmured, "Maybe not."

Madam Ling looked at him curiously.

Song Yan said: "If it was before the first half of last year, it would be unsafe, but now it is okay."

Madam Ling thought for a moment and said, "Have the Puppet Sect and the Southern Wu Sword Sect gone to war?"

Song Yan said: "To be precise, after the Jin Dynasty swallowed up most of the land of Western Shu, it now marched south again, and the cultivators of both sides hid in the army. Whenever they fought to capture a city, when the two armies faced each other, the duels between the generals would be replaced by duels between the cultivators.

The Sword Sect of Southern Wu was losing ground, but the Puppet Sect seemed to have discovered something in the north and did not fully deal with the south, so the south still had a chance to catch its breath.

As for this disciple from Blood Corpse Peak, he accepted the mission to guard here only because he did not want to go to the south to fight and get involved in trouble. "

After saying that, Song Yan casually disposed of the corpse and asked again: "What exactly is that snake corpse? Why haven't you taken it away yet?"

Madam Ling said, “These were all made by Grandma Zhu, I didn’t know about it.

Grandma Zhu has been rooted here for decades and she has done many things. But what I inherited from her was only the idea of ​​being a powerful insect cultivator.

Now that the Snake Corpse Market has been cleared out, Granny Zhu's house is naturally empty. All I can do is control the Magic Swamp Secret Realm.

However, I have only practiced the third level of Xuan now, and my soul power is too weak. Even if I have the intention of becoming a powerful person, I cannot control two secret realms at the same time.

If you can't control the secret realm of the Demonic Swamp, you won't be able to move its entrance.

If you want to enter, you can only stay around.

I remember that Grandma Zhu was at the ninth level of the Xuan practice before she went to the Candle Land. I'm afraid I also need to practice to the ninth level of the Xuan practice before I can start to control the Demon Swamp Secret Realm."

Song Yan said: "There should be a lot of resources in the Demon Swamp Secret Realm. You go and see if there is any skinning cream first, and I will go to see the blood pool there. After that, we will temporarily hide in the secret realm around here.

From now on, even if the Puppet Sect disciples come looking for us again, they won’t be able to find us.”

From his daily conversations with Madam Ling, Song Yan knew that "if the secret realm has no owner, its opening may follow certain rules", but if it has an owner, it will be completely controlled.

The rumor that the "Secret Realm of the Demonic Swamp" opens once every ten years and is only open for one month each time is just the "harvesting leeks" time set by the shepherding Grandma Zhu herself.

Even though a hidden place like a secret realm might have flaws and might be discovered by others, it was definitely not something that could be discovered by Lian Xuan or even a cultivator at the level of the Crimson Palace. At least Song Yan himself couldn't discover it.

Once you hide in it, it's like jumping into another world.

No matter how dangerous it is outside, Song Yan is always in a safe place.

Because of the shadow puppet of the Demon Grandma, "Painted Skin and the Deformed Soul", and "The Hundred Aspects of Divine Control", there has been a qualitative change. It is almost as if an external incarnation has been created for Song Yan that even ordinary people in the Crimson Palace realm cannot see through. It is really useful.

A few days later.
"Father, I have figured it out. I shouldn't run away. I should make up for the mistakes I made in the past in the future."

"I am Bai Xiuhu. Once I am a sword cultivator, I will be a sword cultivator for the rest of my life."

In front of Linwu City, the man carried a sword on his back and put on his silver-white sword robe again. Then he bowed deeply to the elders and folks here. Then he did not carry the sword, but just put his hands behind his back with his long sleeves fluttering, and walked out of the city.

His beautiful concubine also followed him and left together.
When they were far away from Linwu City, they flew quickly towards the north.

These two are naturally Song Yan's shadow puppets.

Along the way, Song Yan plans to explore the secret realm and seek the demon blood that suits him.

As for the Demonic Swamp, he and Madam Ling had already gone in to take a look.

The Demonic Swamp is full of giant crocodiles, and the blood essence of these crocodiles is obviously biased towards "rapid recovery of physical injuries" and "increased strength". Although it is not bad, it is on a completely different track from the "Tiger King" and "Night Candle Soul Bug".

If Song Yan absorbed the blood of the crocodile monster, it would be like "hitting the east with a hammer and the west with a stick", he would become a little stronger in both aspects, but none of them could be brought to the limit.

A “good combination of essence and blood” is countless times stronger than a “bad combination”.

Grandma Fox is a living example. She is at the middle stage of the Crimson Palace and can dominate her peers, and it is no problem for her to challenge opponents of higher levels.

However.
The more Song Yan understood Grandma Fox, the more he felt the horror of the Mountain and Sea Monster Kingdom.

He also didn't know what kind of position the "Tiger Clan" played and what kind of trouble it had caused. After all, even Grandma Fox didn't know.

But whether it was him, Grandma Fox, or Madam Ling, they all understood that there were many, big, and terrifying things hanging behind the "Tiger Clan".

Then again, Grandma Fox is not a “grandma” in the multi-tailed fox clan; she might just be considered a “young lady”.

The domineering title of "grandma" is far from hers.
There is no age in the mountains, and one does not know how many years pass by.

No matter how hard the shadow puppets outside are working, Song Yan is living a life "driven by interest".

Pig pens, sheep pens, horse troughs, cow sheds, chicken, duck and goose nests, and even bird nests were all built, and even the riverside saw a lot of ferocious beasts.

However, considering that monsters are difficult to control, there are no monsters raised here.

During the day, Song Yan made shadow puppets, cooked some side dishes, and drank some fine wine. At night, he and Madam Ling practiced dual cultivation seriously on the bed.

Whether you are interested in the heart or the body, Mrs. Ling is a good candidate.

He shouldn't be too comfortable in his life.

Others need to race against time to practice, but as long as he stays in a safe place, he can have a longer and longer lifespan.

However, it is only life span.
half year later.
Night.

This night seemed no different than any other.

In the secret hut, the shameless voices of the two people were heard again.

"Mrs. Ling, today I want to...

"No! The guidance method says that the posture must be correct, four eyes, two noses, two mouths, two hands, so that the heart is facing yin and yang, following the numbers of heaven and earth, and cannot be changed."

After saying that, Madam Ling lay down very seriously and adjusted her posture.

Suddenly, she exclaimed, "No!"

But the sound was quickly drowned out.

After a long time, Madam Ling said coldly: "This will not happen again!"

"I know. It's okay to indulge yourself occasionally." Song Yan replied.

Madam Ling sat up cross-legged, carefully regulating her Xuan Qi, and then lay down.

The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, were calm and peaceful, like little children, without any evil thoughts.
At this moment, Madam Ling suddenly trembled.

"What's wrong?" Song Yan asked.

Madam Ling did not answer, but her red lips moved, as if she was muttering something, or saying some complicated and obscure spell, more like the strange frequency of the flapping wings of an insect.

Song Yan said nothing more and waited quietly.

After a while.
Madam Ling was already covered in cold sweat. She took a deep breath as if she was drowning, and it took her a long time to calm down.

Song Yan came up to her from behind and stroked her hair.

Madam Ling said palely: "The Bilanjiao insect clan just contacted me
Human communication stones can only be used in places with continuous mysterious energy.

But the Zerg have a wider spreading distance, and they are connected spiritually.

Before, Grandma Zhu and the Bilan Jiao insect were connected through spiritual communication, and this point of connection was based on the thoughts of the insect cultivator Zifu Da Neng.

Now that I have integrated this idea, the Vilanjiao insect clan has contacted me directly."

After saying this, she suddenly trembled, turned her head to look at Song Yan, and said: "Brother Dao, do you know what this means?"

Song Yan said: "I know. This means that the person who contacted you might be a real old demon in the Purple Mansion Realm."

Madam Ling said in a trembling voice: "It said that the transaction period only has five years left, and it asked if it had found you."

Song Yan:.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that his good days were over.

(End of this chapter)