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

Chapter 99 98. Wind and thunder rise, trapped dragon enters the sea (3.3K words - please subscribe)
A few days later.
"Master Bai, you will stay in this house temporarily from now on. If you need anything, please tell me. Your fellow apprentices live in the courtyard next door."

The head of the Nanwu Wang family personally took Song Yan to arrange a place for him to stay.

Song Yan was not completely unfamiliar with the Wang family.

The old man Wang who was beside Mr. Su San before was the person with the highest martial arts skills in the Wang family, and was as good as the old grandfather.

But in the battle with Thorn Fox, the Su family lost their ancestor, and the Wang family lost their old grandfather.

However, the Wang family is still the leading force in the Southern Wu martial arts world, and this time they are also receiving special care from the evil people in the north.

Jianghu, to a certain extent, is the periphery of the sect, and on the other hand, it is also the hardest bone embedded in the dynasty.

Song Yan stayed.

Not long after, fellow apprentices from next door came to meet me.

After a brief exchange of greetings, a straightforward female disciple suddenly stepped forward and saluted, saying, "Brother Bai, I haven't been back to the sect for a long time. I wonder if Sister Su Tangyu is doing well?"

Song Yan recalled briefly and remembered that "Su Tangyu" was Bai Xiuhu's previous Taoist partner. He was tragically killed by the Puppet Sect's disciples during his first outing, and Bai Xiuhu was so scared at that time that he turned around and ran away.

Just as he finished speaking, a male disciple next to him said, "Junior Sister Xiaojiu, Senior Sister Su died in battle last year. Didn't you know that?"

The female disciple raised her head, took a step forward aggressively, came to Song Yan, and said coldly: "I know, I just want to hear Senior Brother Bai answer in person. Sister Su, Tang, Yu, are you okay?"

She spoke each word clearly, with a cold light in her eyes. She was not afraid at all of Song Yan, whose strength was higher than hers.

Song Yan understood immediately.

This girl should be a friend of Bai Xiuhu's Taoist companion. She knew how Su Tangyu died. Seeing that Bai Xiuhu had the nerve to come back, she came up to him with gritted teeth to demand an explanation.

In fact, let alone this girl, Song Yan also thinks Bai Xiuhu is a scumbag. He went to play in a group with his wife and friends, but when he saw that it was a disadvantageous situation, he immediately sold out his wife and friends. On weekdays, he still claims to be the most loyal, the most loyal to his friends, and the person with the most clear conscience.

So, he sighed, bowed his head, clenched his fist and said: "I, Bai Xiuhu, have a guilty conscience."

As the eight characters fell, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and various gazes with different expressions fell over.

A very kind disciple comforted him: "Brother, don't think too much. Everyone makes mistakes. Just let it go."

"past?"

The junior sister named Xiao Jiu said sternly, "Can the living people get over it? What about the dead? Who can forgive them on their behalf?"

The disciple said: "Junior sister, you have seen it too, Senior Brother Bai is like this, he..."

"So what? Can Senior Sister Su Tangyu survive?" Xiao Jiu looked up at Song Yan, who was half a head taller than her, and asked in a tiny roar, "Senior Brother Bai, I ask you, if it happens again, will you still run away?!"

Song Yan's whole body began to tremble. He lowered his head. He felt that everyone was looking at him. Suddenly, he did not answer, pushed through the crowd, and ran away in a daze.

Xiao Jiu didn't let him go, and shouted again: "You can't even control the sword! You can't fix your state of mind! You deserve it! You liar! Big liar!!"

Song Yan couldn't help but sigh: The difference between the righteous and evil paths is really huge.

He still remembered the shock he felt when he learned from Grandma Fox that there was "Master Shi's second successor".
The second successor of Shizuoweng is Wang Susu.

Junior Sister Susu had flirted with Shi Peng before, and when Shi Peng died, she didn't feel sad at all. She even climbed onto Shi Zuoweng's bed and exchanged her "skills" for her own.

In the Demon Sect, who would be as angry as Junior Sister Xiao Jiu over a dead senior sister? She's dead, so what?

Thinking of this, Song Yan swung his knife again and stabbed the pig that was pressed on the wooden platform in front of him to death. Then he skillfully used the dragon technique to absorb the life force.

When he was done, he went to the river and washed his hands.

During the day, Madam Ling practices in Hedong and only comes here at night.

However, last night's words still lingered in his mind.

"Insects are very sensitive to auras, and these soul insects are not only sensitive to auras, but also to the souls they have identified."

Song Yan turned his head to look at the shadows cast by the trees on the east side of the river.

He could clearly see that those shadows were filled with sleeping soul bugs.

That night.

After they finished their double cultivation, they lay flat on the bed.

Song Yan suddenly asked: "Tell me, where can I go in five years?"

Just as he finished speaking, a soft voice came from the side: "You finally asked."

Madam Ling placed her hands lightly on her belly, looked up at the falling gauze curtain, and said calmly: "I can generally pick out the soul insects that can identify your spirit. Once you leave, I will destroy them all.

I know that the Purple Mansion Master can search through the soul. In this way, even if it discovers the Night Candle Soul Worms five years later, it will not be able to find any abnormalities in these soul worms.

You and I have indeed come to a fork in the road.

You have to go.

But I have to stay.

The Purple Mansion Mighty One of the Pilanjiao Insect Clan is your mortal enemy.

But for me, it is a great opportunity.

After you leave, I will be Grandma Zhu.

I still need to do many things, and I must not let that powerful person know that I am Hua Linglong."

Song Yan was also very calm. In fact, after he found that the "Fox Grandma Shadow Puppet" had walked around Nanwu Jianmen and nothing happened, he also had the idea of ​​going to Nanwu Jianmen.

One is to obtain more powerful spells, and the other is to repair the ancient teleportation array. These days, he is in Zhudi, but his heart is in Nanwu Jianmen.

This situation is indeed as Madam Ling said: they have reached a fork in the road, a fork in the road where everyone has their own opportunities and their own way forward.

Song Yan asked: "Can you give me those soul insects? Or, do you have a method to control insects? Can you teach me?"

Madam Ling said, "The method of controlling insects was not performed by me, but by the powerful thought that I merged with. You can't take it with you."

The two continued talking and chatting.

a few days later.

Song Yan left the Candle Land Secret Realm. During this period, he gained a total of 2746 years of lifespan, and the [Lifespan] column was [32/17372]. Even if he didn't make leather for a while, it would be enough for him to use for a long time.

He did not leave any shadow puppets for Madam Ling, and Madam Ling did not give him any gifts, nor did she make a scene. Instead, she just walked him to the entrance of Zhudi in a calm manner and said, "Take care, Brother."

He also smiled and replied calmly: "Take care."

Then, the two turned around.

Madam Ling looked at the crushed soul worms, and stood in front of the wooden house that Song Yan had built earlier, looking at the pig pens and sheep pens. She wanted to wave her hand to let the soul worms kill these things, but she didn't do it. Instead, she turned around and flew towards the east of the river, her eyes were blurred, dull and horrified.

She came from the martial arts world and experienced many life and death joys and sorrows, and also a passionate love. Now she has no intention of embarking on the path of cultivating the mysterious. From now on, she will be sailing against the current, and if she does not move forward, she will die.

A month later.
Southern Wu.

In a dense forest, three figures crossed each other, but only one was left.

Song Yan directly used "The Hundred-Aspect Demon Body" to swallow the two shadow puppets of "Grandma Fox" and "Fox Demon", and then performed magic to transform himself into the appearance of a white embroidered tiger, and then turned around and walked back to the Wang family.

After that, he had to spend time learning many, many things in order to become a "real" White Tiger.

Half a year later
In the capital city at night, in the rainy alleys in midsummer, figures are running across each other, and every household has its doors tightly closed. Mothers cover their children's ears, hiding their own heartbeats, and hide under their quilts, not daring to speak.

The city where the Wang family lived was an important city of Southern Wu - Jianshuidu.

The battle became more and more brutal, and the capital city became a battlefield as soon as night fell.

In the Jianghu, enemy forces are coming one after another. There are also demon monks waving big banners, causing flying sand and rocks, and bloody corpses are hidden; there are demon disciples holding fox demon shadow puppets, who can transform into anyone and move freely; there is a beauty in white dancing on the tiles, but her face is pale, and a closer look reveals that she is a paper doll.
That night, the wind was howling, the rain was pouring, and sand and stones were flying into the sky in the streets and alleys.

The fight between monks and people from the martial arts world was going on at the same time.

when!
Dang Dang!

In the distance, several layers of light collided and collided, then dispersed.

A sword cultivator landed on the ground, staggered back a few steps, looked at his fellow apprentices behind him, and said in shock: "Oh no, the Demon Sect has sent more masters tonight, we may all..."

"What are you afraid of?" Another sword cultivator pointed his finger at the sword without any fear and said with a smile, "Then I'll take a few more demon cubs with me before I die!"

"Together!"

"Then let's fight together!"

Although the realm of sword cultivators who have been tempered by adversity has not been improved, their state of mind has become much stronger, which will make them more powerful when using sword spells.

At this time, everyone gathered together. Even though the rain was pouring down on them and yellow sand and dust were swirling in the air, they felt their blood was burning.

The swordsmen were about to fly up with their swords, but they heard a female voice coming from behind.

"Me too!"

Junior Sister Xiaojiu walked over, head held high and chest puffed out, looking as if she was ready to die.

The sword practitioners looked at each other with smiles in their eyes.

"rise!"

"rise!"

"rise!"

With firm shouts, the flying sword was unsheathed, and the man and the sword became one, becoming a rainbow light that penetrated the rain curtain.

But there is no sword cultivator named Song Yan.

Because they all knew what kind of person this "Senior Brother Bai" was, so they didn't have any expectations of him. No one would care whether he fought or fled.

Song Yan walked into the heavy rain, looked up at the fighting in the sky, and murmured in his heart, "It's almost time, it's time to go back, I don't have time to waste here any longer."

The next moment, he took a step forward and roared in a muffled voice: "Get up!!"

Keng!
The sword light instantly merged with him, cutting through the rain, rumbling and rolling in all directions.

The sword rainbow, which was much thicker than others, was flying in the sky, slashing wildly, and blood burst out everywhere from time to time. That was the blood of the masters of the Demon Sect.
In midsummer, wind and thunder suddenly arose.

A white rainbow patrols the sky, as if a trapped dragon finally gets its chance. It escapes into the sea, destroying everything in its path. It kills gods and Buddhas.

As Song Yan was so conspicuous, he was naturally besieged by many masters of the Demon Sect, but soon those masters became corpses and were thrown into the streets.

The sword cultivators who were ready to die and were fighting desperately also noticed this particularly fierce white rainbow. Their pressure was greatly reduced, so much so that they could even stop when they met. They looked at each other in astonishment and asked, "Which brother came to support us? He is so powerful!"

A sword cultivator who saw it clearly came over and said in an incredulous tone, "Yes, Senior Brother Bai."

Junior Sister Xiao Jiu looked up in astonishment, looking at the white rainbow that looked like a dragon, with an inexplicably complicated mood.
The honest junior brother jumped and shouted excitedly, "It's Senior Brother Bai! Senior Brother Bai, he can fly the sword again! His state of mind has recovered.
No, it’s not recovery, but it’s reached a higher level!
What kind of heart and what kind of understanding of swordsmanship can use such a White Snake Sword Art? Is this still the White Snake Sword Art? ! "

(End of this chapter)