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

Chapter 104 103. Coming! (3.0K words - please subscribe)

In the Jingzhe sky, snakes and insects appeared together, and the earth revived.

This day is getting closer and closer.

And there are fewer and fewer disciples on Hongye Island.

Under the guidance of Master Ku Ye and Granny Meng, Song Yan gained more experience in alchemy and became more familiar with the treatment of some basic monks' illnesses.

The treatment of these diseases is nothing more than using some decoctions to regulate qi and clear the heart, remove toxins and evil spirits, clean wounds, etc.

The dead leaf swordsman tried to introduce the Taoist companion to this disciple again. After all, "A lonely yin cannot grow, a lonely yang cannot grow, and only dual cultivation can last for a long time." This is basically the consensus among monks. Unless you are really like the demon sect who keeps using the furnace Ding, otherwise a like-minded long-term Taoist companion is very necessary.

But Song Yan always refused.

He is always ready to run away, and the Taoist companion is purely a burden.

If he really wants it, even if he goes to the land of fireworks, it is better than finding a Taoist companion, unless this Taoist companion provides food and accommodation, and can also provide him with a safe place, just like the previous spiritual companion. Madam like that.

The dead leaf swordsman was also helpless. Seeing his refusal many times, he had no choice but to give up and not mention it again.

As the Day of Waking of Insects approached, Master Kuye and Granny Meng also began to leave the bamboo house frequently, sometimes for two or three days at a time.

Naturally, the bamboo house was handed over to Song Yan.

Sometimes, injured disciples came in a hurry to seek treatment from the Kuye Sword Master, but Song Yan would always help with the treatment, and the results were exactly the same. The dead leaf swordsman quietly looked at it twice and then gave up completely.

This day, late at night

Song Yan was lying on his side on the cave as usual.

Tonight, the Dead Leaf Swordsman did not come back again.

It was he who stayed in the bamboo house again.

There is mist outside the window, the shallow waves of the misty sea are crashing, and the house is filled with a faint smell of herbs.

Suddenly, the rustling sound of falling rain first came from the ridge of the roof, followed by ripples of intertwined sounds using flowers, plants, trees, leaves, water and rocks as the source.

Although he was just a fake identity, his life on Hongye Island was far more peaceful than at Nanzhu Peak.

An old arrogant like the Dead Leaf Sword Master would never appear in the Puppet Sect.

Su Yao's cold and silly temperament is also unique to Zhengdao.

And it is impossible to see those disciples who are going to the front line with a generous attitude of dying one by one in the Puppet Sect.

Song Yan turned over and closed his eyes to sleep.

After squinting for a moment while holding a stick of incense, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Song Yan opened his eyes, quickly put on his clothes and went to open the door.

With a creak, the door opened

A female cultivator's urgent voice came from outside the courtyard: "Sword Master, Sword Master, please save Senior Sister, please!"

The voice sounded familiar to Song Yan, and when he took a closer look, he saw that the female cultivator was actually the junior sister Xiaojiu he had met at the Wang family before, the junior sister who scolded him the most and mercilessly.

Junior Sister Xiaojiu also looked up and saw Song Yan, her anxious expression suddenly frozen in the rain.

She has short hair and is not very pretty. Now her whole body is covered not only with rain but also with blood. Her small boots are also full of filth as she stands in the mud.

She was carrying a female swordsman on her back. The female swordsman was already dying, and Junior Sister Xiaojiu herself was obviously injured.

Song Yan sniffed his nose and smelled the pungent smell of rancid blood. Others might not recognize it, but he knew it was the smell of evil spirits.

"Come in quickly."

Song Yan said, "Teacher is not here, I will be in charge here."

Only then did Junior Sister Xiaojiu react and hurriedly said "Oh", then hurriedly carried the female sword cultivator in, and followed Song Yan's instructions and placed her on a treatment bed.

Song Yan inquired for a while, and then quickly took the pre-prepared elixir for detoxification and evil spirits for the two of them. Then Junior Sister Xiaojiu sat aside while he quickly treated the wound of the female sword cultivator.

Some of the wounds were on the chest and abdomen, but he avoided them as much as he could without any thought of taking advantage.

After a busy period, the female swordsman's breathing calmed down and her expression softened slightly. Junior Sister Xiao Jiu also sat weakly but relaxed on the wall of the bamboo house. She looked at Song Yan who had stopped and said, "Thank you. Senior Brother Bai.”

After she thanked her, she turned her head away slightly, showing that she didn't want to say any more.

Even though Bai Xiuhu has become more powerful, and has been reused, in her heart, strength and excellence cannot offset her past sins.

Senior Sister Yutang, as well as those senior brothers who died because of Bai Xiuhu's cowardice, will never come back to life.

She was very grateful to Senior Brother Bai for his treatment. She could also stand up for Senior Brother Bai, but...forgiveness, that was impossible.

But then again, who cares about the forgiveness of an insignificant and precarious little swordsman?

"I'll wait outside."

Junior Sister Xiaojiu stood up, gritted her teeth and walked outside the door. Then she found a place under the eaves where no rain had fallen. She sat down and leaned against the wall, looking up at the spring rain falling on the dense new leaves. Wild grass at the foot of the bamboo fence.

But after sitting for a while, the door opened again, and Junior Sister Xiaojiu felt a dark shadow walk out, and the dark shadow sat beside her.

She subconsciously turned her head and saw that it was a white embroidered tiger. She hesitated to speak, but in the end she closed her eyes and was speechless.

Song Yan took the initiative and asked, "Has Jianshui been attacked on a large scale again?"

Junior Sister Xiaojiu listened to him talking about this matter, so she also opened the conversation and said: "Yes, Senior Brother Bai killed many Demon Sect monks that time. They also stopped for a while, but a few days ago, I don't know what happened. , a large number of Demon Sect monks appeared in Jianshui City.

There were flying sand and rocks, and there were many monsters wrapped in shadow puppets and full of evil spirits. The senior brothers suffered heavy casualties. There were already people on several islands where there could be treatment, so I carried my senior sister on my back to look for the Dead Leaf Sword Master. . "

Song Yan joked: "You didn't expect to meet a nasty guy like me, did you?"

These words directly spoke to what Junior Sister Xiaojiu was thinking, but the latter was startled and hurriedly waved her hands and said: "No, no, Senior Brother Bai. Senior Brother Bai."

But it was really difficult for her to say the words "I don't hate it" against her will.

While the two were chatting, the sound of rapid footsteps was heard again outside the courtyard gate, accompanied by anxious shouts of "Sword Master, Sword Master".

Song Yan stood up in a hurry and shouted: "Here! The teacher is not here today, so I am in charge."

Soon, I saw two sword cultivators, a man and a woman, holding a stretcher. There was an elderly monk covered in blood on the stretcher.

Song Yan quickly welcomed them into the room and treated them carefully.

I was busy until dawn.

Song Yan chatted with these unfamiliar "senior brothers".

A swordsman cultivator said coldly: "Those demonic cultivators must be trying to build momentum for the battle at Konglan Mountain, so they attacked from all sides!"

Another sword cultivator said: "The devil is the most cunning. He wants to use attacks to distract the elders and uncles! Unfortunately, they are fighting away from home. Although they have injured many of our brothers, it will not be easy for them! I I personally killed a kid who was manipulating a paper man, it was so satisfying, so satisfying!"

Another sword cultivator said: "You want to distract Mr. Chang? They are wishful thinking! Mr. Chang and the others will definitely win!"

Junior Sister Xiaojiu's voice came from outside the house: "You're right, since ancient times, evil has always prevailed over good!"

Song Yan was speechless listening to Junior Sister Xiaojiu's excited and enthusiastic voice.

Junior sister was half-dead just now, so she got excited just talking about this, right?

But then, his pupils narrowed slightly and he fell into thought.

He is a person who is extremely sensitive to information.

In the Puppet Sect, if he was not sensitive to information, he would have died countless times.

One leaf knows autumn, and cicadas wake up before the golden wind moves. These are common daily operations.

During the passionate chat among the passionate sword cultivators, Song Yan couldn't help but recall it.

During this period, he had dealt with many injured Sword Sect disciples, and the situations were all similar. They were all seriously injured after being attacked by Demon Sect disciples.

Sword cultivation is no better than magic cultivation.

The main thing a sword cultivator relies on is himself and the sword in his hand.

But demonic cultivation is complicated. There are all kinds of puppets and all kinds of despicable methods, which are difficult to guard against.

In a head-to-head confrontation, the demon cultivator will definitely suffer.

But this kind of street fighting and sneak attack took the sword cultivator for a long time, and it was very likely that he just destroyed the demon cultivator's puppet.

No one knows this better than Song Yan.

After all, this is how Grandma Fox killed his puppet and brought his puppet into the treasure house, and then triggered a series of murders.

Because of this, he has a very good understanding of the nature of the "Demon Disciple".

Sneak attacks are possible, but it is impossible for the disciples of the Demon Sect to do this kind of thing of "killing one thousand enemies and damaging oneself eight hundred."

In this type of fighting with a high death rate, Demon Sect disciples will definitely "collapse" faster than Sword Cultivators.

The bamboo huts on Hongye Island were so empty. Song Yan firmly believed that if a sword cultivator died in Nanwu territory, a demon cultivator would die no matter what.

The death rate is already so high, but we still have to fight hard.

Picture what?

In the gloom of dawn, Song Yan seemed to be taking a nap, but there was a hint of darkness in his expression.

According to the inference, it is impossible for demon cultivators to rely on "faith" to fight. This kind of "high death rate" Shura field is enough for all of them to "do soy sauce and not work hard", so only fools go all out.

But now that they are trying their best, there is a big problem.

Song Yan's eyes narrowed more and more, and he suddenly remembered that the year before last, Grandma Zhu had reached a deal with the "Two-Headed Pilan Man-eating Insects" to find him.

That means that even if the matter of "Grandma Fox stole King Hu's blood" has not been completely exposed, it has become the target of intense tracking, and the matter of "Grandma Fox is looking for him like crazy" has also made him go to the police. At least three tribes including "Voxwolves and Arrogant Insects" were on the hunting list.

This happened the year before last.

It's been almost two years

Didn't the two fox and wolf clans take any action?

If action is taken, then is the Puppet Sect still an independent sect today?

Of course, nothing can be found by searching for souls. Only by searching for the souls of people like Gu Huangzi can you know the truth.

Song Yan closed his eyes, made some deductions based on the assumption that this condition was established, and found that the uncharacteristic desperate behavior of the Demon Sect disciples could be explained.

Suddenly, he felt his heartbeat speed up.

On the day of Jingzhe, the water in Konglan Mountain was much deeper than he thought.