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

Chapter 98 97. Can you still come out? (4.1K words - please subscribe)
Song Yan followed his memory and returned to the cave on Red Leaf Island.

Compared to the Puppet Sect's cave-like dwellings, the sword cultivators' caves are mostly bamboo huts by the water.

At morning and evening, the bamboo house will be reflected in the misty sea along with the dawn and sunset. As the waves ripple slightly, it will become wrinkled, but if the wind dies down, it will become clear again.

This kind of architectural layout was decided by the first head of Jianmen.

The headmaster intended to tell every sword practitioner that if a thought arises, there is no need to panic or rush, because it will eventually pass and return to a calm state of mind, just like the reflection of the waves seen every day.

As for Piaomiao Sea, it is the name of the rather large inland lake where Jianmen of Nanwu is located.

The name "sea" rather than "lake" was decided by the first headmaster.

The headmaster said: "A flower can hide the world, and a lake can also be an ocean. The sword held by the sword cultivator may seem ordinary, but who knows if there is no tiger roar, dragon cry, wind, frost and purple lightning hidden in this sword?"

When Song Yan walked along the roadside of the Red Leaf Island, all kinds of thoughts and memories naturally emerged.

And in the square at the entrance to the island, even though it was winter and there was war, there were still dozens of sword practitioners, both men and women, sitting cross-legged. They sat quietly, as if they were meditating and circulating their qi, their white robes fluttering, giving them a sense of being out of this world.

Even though Song Yan walked by and made some noise, no one opened their eyes. They were completely immersed in their own world of cultivation.

Song Yan thought of the Puppet Sect's daily scenes of squeezing the furnace and practicing in the pitch-black cave, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "The cultural atmosphere of each sect is indeed different."

As he was thinking, he returned to the bamboo house, took out the Jianmen identity badge from his arms, and it flashed slightly, and the door of the house opened.

This is the bamboo house belonging to Bai Xiuhu.

The room was clean but a little messy. The bed was at the end and the wooden table was under the window. A few rays of morning light still slanted in, shining on some rice paper on the table. There were many "sword" characters written crookedly on the paper.

The first word "sword" looked neat, but it became more and more messy and sloppy as it went on, and finally became a blurred scribble.
A sense of déjà vu of "crying while writing, tears falling on the newly written words" emerged in Song Yan's eyes.

He swept the floor again and found balls of rice paper scattered everywhere.

Song Yan bent down, picked up one, spread it out, and saw the word "sword" on it again.

After a quick search in his memory, he roughly understood that these words were written by Bai Xiuhu after his first escape, when he locked himself in the house and practiced calligraphy in a state of collapse and desire to cheer up, hoping to "calm his mind and regain his courage after writing."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel that they were destined to be together.

A leather artist needs to have a deep understanding of painting techniques.

Painting the face and skin requires painting the bones. Otherwise, it is impossible to master it. Now it can be regarded as the core secret skill of the leather artist - "Shen Xiang Bai Yu".

But sword cultivators like to practice calligraphy.

Use words to calm your mind, enlighten your heart, and see your heart.

The word "sword" was written so crookedly, which showed how broken Bai Xiuhu's Taoism heart was at that time, and his second joining the team was actually the care of his master for him.

Bai Xiuhu is a sword cultivator with good talent. His master hopes that he will "get up where he falls", so he is allowed to go out on patrol again to fight against the demon sect.

However, Bai Xiuhu profoundly demonstrated the truth of "where you fall, there you lie down". The second time, his heart of Taoism was completely shattered, so he fled madly back to Linwu City in the south and became the person Song Yan saw.

The human heart is really strange.

After practicing swordsmanship for thirty years, he turned into a demon in a single thought.

He thought about it for a moment and recalled that this White Embroidered Tiger seemed to have had a Taoist companion, but that Taoist companion seemed to have died in the battle when he escaped for the first time. This was another reason for his collapse.

Song Yan quickly cleaned the room and then prepared to go and meet his "Master".

In terms of teaching and learning, Nanwu Jianmen and Puppet Sect are completely different.

The Puppet Sect is more about "giving you the things and letting you practice them yourself", and the relationship between the master and the disciples is not that close.

First, Gu Rufeng cheated on Shi Zuo Weng and wanted to kill him, and then Shi Zuo Weng betrayed his adopted son; as for Gu Huangzi's comeback and betrayal of his teacher and ancestors, these are all normal things.

In the Demonic Sect, there is naturally a certain degree of vigilance between masters and disciples.

However, this is not the case with Nanwu Jianmen.

The only place to obtain the method of cultivation in Nanwu Jianmen is through the "Master".

When the "Master" treats his disciples, he always has a clear mind and does not have any complicated thoughts.

As for the elder Sun from the Sun family whom Song Yan had met before, he was a minority in the entire Jianmen, because there were not many people in the entire Jianmen who were good at dealing with others.

Mr. Su San and Elder Sun, whom he had met, were both outstanding.
Most people are actually similar to Su Yao.

Therefore, if Song Yan wanted to obtain the method of cultivation, he had to find that master.

He lay on the bed and thought all night. At dawn the next day, he put on his flying sword and walked to a bamboo house deep in the Red Leaf Island.

In front of the house, an old man was lying on a rickety rattan chair, reading a book.

Faintly, you can see some herbal patterns on the scroll.

This old man is Bai Xiuhu’s teacher - Sun Kuye.

Sun Kuye is a member of the Sun family. His original name was not Kuye, but he felt that he was old, just like the red leaves on the Red Leaf Island that wither and grow again every year, so he called himself "Kuye". The sword practitioners on the island called him "Kuye Swordsman" or simply "Swordsman".

Sun Kuye is an expert at the Crimson Palace Realm, but it seems that when he was determining the "First Central Palace", he took a risk with the essence and blood he used, and the remaining poison got on his body. His foundation was unstable and he could not continue, so he remained in the early stage.

This situation lasted for more than a hundred years, and he still could not break through to the middle stage. He brought in waves of disciples, and some of them even became rising elders, but he remained unchanged.

So in his later years, he stopped studying swordsmanship and instead studied alchemy recipes.

If you want to become a powerful cultivator in the Crimson Palace Realm, you have to take the risk of taking some less stable Crimson Palace Pills, otherwise you can only take popular pills.

It is stable, but much weaker.

"Evil poison" is the calamity faced by every monk in the Crimson Palace.

This can be seen from the fact that Song Yan died thousands of times while digesting the "tiger blood of the accomplice".

Sun Kuye felt that "practicing swordsmanship by himself" was only for the moment, while refining the elixir was for the thousand-year cause of the Sword Sect and for the younger generation of sword-practicing heroes.

Even though he himself had never been able to become a top swordsman, when he thought that some of his juniors could reach the pinnacle with his pill recipes, he felt that "there were no regrets in this life".

Therefore, he is currently working hard to research methods to remove the different demon blood toxins in the "Jianggong Pill".

Hearing the noise, the old man suddenly stood up, but did not look at the person who came. Instead, he suddenly turned and went into the house. Without closing the door, he excitedly lay down on the table, grabbed a piece of paper and wrote and drew on it. Then he ran to the backyard, quickly got the medicine, and weighed it, as if he was "inspired and just do it".

Song Yan did not disturb them but waited outside.

Jianmen respects teachers and values ​​morality.

Wait a moment, teacher, it’s nothing.

However, Song Yan hadn't waited long when the voice of Master Kuye Swordsman came from the backyard.

"Boy, bring in two pieces of the halberd that's drying outside the door!"

The sudden shout made Song Yan stunned.

He quickly glanced at the medicine shelf in Master Kuye's yard, as well as the no less than thirty bamboo plates of drying medicine, and fell into a brief thought.

The information he got from Bai Xiuhu's mind was only superficial, and did not include details such as "whether he knew the halberd".
If Master Dead Leaf Swordsman was testing him, he would be suspected if he took the Speargrass.

"Hurry up, boy, stop nagging!" The swordsman urged again.

Song Yan quickly scanned the bamboo plaques, took out two black medicinal herbs that looked like tree roots, and quickly walked into the house.

He had not been completely idle during these years, and had read quite a few miscellaneous books. He was familiar with the herb.

He took a gamble on being "a gentleman with an open mind".

If Master Kuye Swordsman really doubted him, he would not have tested him like this.

Besides, if he said it was what he learned over the years, what would be strange?
He stepped into the backyard, and a smell of medicine mixed with the scent of raging fire hit him in the face. He saw a medicine cauldron more than half a meter long in the yard, and the firewood under the cauldron was not ordinary wood.

"Cut three grams!" Master Kuye gave the order while flying high on his sword and throwing herbs into the medicine cauldron.

Song Yan hurriedly took a knife from the side, calculated the weight and cut a little, put it on the scale to measure it, then added and subtracted some, then quickly came to the medicine cauldron and presented it with both hands.

Master Kuye Swordsman raised his hand and the wind picked up the three grams of vine and scattered it back into the medicine cauldron.

He waved his sleeves again, and the lid of the tripod next to him suddenly flew towards Song Yan with a whistling sound, which was very terrifying.

Song Yan didn't move.

The lid of the cauldron flew past him and landed on the cauldron.

Master Kuye descended from the sky, muttering to himself, "Although the thorn grass is an ordinary grass, it can cure men's nightmares and ejaculation. I planted a lot of it in the soil of Xuandi, but I don't know if it can increase its effectiveness and play a role in resisting the invasion of evil spirits and diluting the soul poison. If it can... that would be great, that would be great."

When he stopped humming and turned his head to look at Song Yan, Song Yan bowed deeply and called out, "Teacher."

Sword Master Kuye said, "After a year in Linwu City, your mind is broken and polluted. Can you still get out?"

Song Yan said: "Disciple, I am willing to give it a try."

Sword Master Kuye asked, "Can't you control the sword? Can't you use the magic?"

If he could fly a sword, he wouldn't have to row a boat to the island.

If you knew how to use it, I wouldn't have given you the medicine just now.

Song Yan had already thought of a response plan. At this moment, he lowered his head and was unable to speak. There was a bit of struggle in his pupils. His arms hung down, but his fists were unconsciously clenched and his teeth were clenched.

Seeing him like this, Sword Master Kuye's voice lost its kindness and became even more stern, "If you hadn't been away for the past six months and hadn't brought shame to our Sword Sect, I would have killed you with my sword a long time ago.

What is the difference between what you did in Linwu City and the Demon Sect? ! ! "

"I know I am wrong and am willing to be punished."

Song Yandao.

Sword Master Kuye asked, "Then how do you want to be punished?"

Song Yan said: "I am willing to stay at home and reflect on my mistakes, and clean up the island."

Sword Master Kuye said: "Now it's not only the Puppet Sect that's invading, but more of the evil martial arts world in the north. You should go to the Nanwu martial arts world to help the Wang family."

"This"

Song Yan was a little dumbfounded.

His original intention was to be punished and sent to "some building or some pavilion" to sweep the floor or something like that.

The colder and less valued this pavilion is, the better. It would be best if it were a "cold palace" or something like that, leaving him alone to maintain cleanliness, and at most having another old man who is about to "retire" as the guest. That would be even better.

By then, when he has established a firm foothold there, understood the situation, and understood the terrain, patrol conditions, forbidden mechanisms, distribution of experts, etc., he can start thinking of ways to plot the inheritance of Nanwu Jianmen.

If it were peacetime, he would have no chance at all.

But in this wartime where "it seems calm, but the outside world is actually riddled with holes", everything is possible.

Even though his shadow puppet of "Grandma Fox" has no magic, it at least has the strength of a mid-stage Crimson Palace realm, and also has illusions that ordinary Crimson Palace realm people cannot see through. If he really can lie dormant patiently and plot something, there is still great hope.

But the prerequisite is that it is stable and no one is monitoring it.

Now, he has said that he wants to be "confined to his home" and "clean up the island", but Master Kuye Swordsman actually wants to send him out.

However, he did not resist or directly confront, trying to change Master Kuye's mind with words. He just replied respectfully, "Yes", and turned to leave.

Sure enough, it is difficult to gain the trust of Jianmen monks with just an identity. Even if he trusts you, he will not use you.

When he reached the courtyard entrance and was about to go far away, the voice of Master Kuye Swordsman was finally heard again from behind the door.

"You have defiled yourself too much in this world. Go and train your mind. When you find it again, come back on your sword."

Song Yan paused, turned around and bowed again, and said respectfully: "Yes."

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At the blood pool at the end of the Demonic Swamp, Song Yan held a jade bottle filled with the blood of the "Demon Crocodile".

This kind of monster can barely enter the Crimson Palace realm when it reaches adulthood, but most of them can only be regarded as monsters at the Lianxuan level.

At this time, the devil crocodiles formed a circle, watching the strange human taking essence and blood. They all squinted their eyes, but did not move forward, only because another woman in a black robe was standing beside him.

The woman in black robes exuded their innate awe and obedience.
Song Yan filled a bottle of "Devil Crocodile" blood.

This blood is used to restore the body. For the human cultivators of the Three Kingdoms, it may be a very good material for refining the Crimson Palace Pill. But for Song Yan, it can only be regarded as "it would be a waste if you don't take it."

It is not certain that he will really use this blood.

After using the "blood of the tiger king" and the "blood of the night candle soul worm", this kind of blood has become a little unbearable to the eyes.

After Song Yan took it, he threw it directly into the storage bag.

The affairs of Nanwu Jianmen gave him a headache.

Now, of his two shadow puppets outside, one is guarding the ancient teleportation array, and the other has already started to go to the Wang family of Nanwu Jianmen to help guard the world.

It is true that "things don't always go as planned, and it is not easy to get what you want."

After taking the essence and blood of the "Devil Crocodile", Song Yan and Madam Ling returned to the secret realm.

After finishing the meal, when he was about to go into the house and sleep on the bed, he saw a "tentacle" extending from the darkness.

The "tentacle" touched in front of Song Yan, and then changed, as if dancing.

Madam Ling smiled and said, "They all recognize you."

Song Yan raised his hand, and a Night Candle Soul Bug landed on his fingertips, flapping its wings, baring its fangs, and staring at him.

Song Yan wondered, "Do they have intelligence?"

Madam Ling said, "That's not the case. It's just that insects are very sensitive to auras. These soul insects are not only sensitive to auras, but also to the souls they have identified."

"Really."

Song Yan raised his hand and flicked it gently, and the soul insect flapped its wings and flew away again.

(End of this chapter)