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

Chapter 34 34. I know your heart, you understand my intention

The arrival of the four great powers made a lot of noise, and the sound of thunder rumbled from the distant sky, so that Song Yan could barely hear some of it.

He could probably deduce the matter through his mind.

Nanwu Jianmen wanted to get rid of the big cancer of Puppet Palace.

And the ghost cultivators were also planning to promote the killing of Nanwu Jianmen and Puppet Palace.

So the head of the Shadow Peak, who was a ghost cultivator, would take Qi Yao, a half-baked spy, into the inner sect to be a messenger.

Then, after he found an opportunity, he promptly spread the news of "the four elders secretly left to fight against the multi-tailed demon fox on the border" through the messenger.

Among them

It is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

You think Qi Yao and other spies will spread lies, but what they spread is true. Otherwise, Nanwu Jianmen is not stupid, and they will verify it from many aspects before taking action.

You think what she said is true, but this is actually the design of the four elders of Puppet Palace.

The four elders of the Puppet Palace suddenly rushed back, but their target was not the Nanwu Sword Gate, but the leader of the Shadow Peak who was a ghost cultivator in the gate.

But the leader of the Shadow Peak seemed to have escaped from the killing situation through some unknown clues and returned safely to the center of the evil land.

‘Too dangerous. ’

Song Yan couldn’t help but sigh.

Those many calculations and conspiracies intertwined together, all broke out tonight.

He was almost included in these calculations, but he jumped out by luck and escaped, otherwise he should have been on the way to the center of the evil land at this time.

His identity as a ghost cultivator would be exposed.

He could certainly try to use "The Mysterious Art of Condensing Evil Control" and "The Art of Turtle Breathing" to make himself look like a dead person. But it was just like that.

Those ghost cultivators were more treacherous than each other. Would they not see the problem?

At that time, what consequences would there be, it was hard to imagine.

But Song Yan estimated that at the very least, it was a soul-searching technique. It was impossible to be a naive "fellow villagers meeting each other", right?

He also jumped out of the killing situation with great risk.

At this time, somewhere outside the main peak of Piying Peak, the fighting monks were slowly separating.

Somewhere.

The heroic female cultivator in black robe and red pattern stood with legs together, long sword pointed diagonally, and heavy snow fell.

A black shadow walked up.

"Miss Qi, let's go. After this time, your identity will definitely be exposed, and there is no need to stay in Piying Peak anymore."

"The Su family doesn't care if I have one more or one less. No matter what I do, no one cares. They wish I would die in the Demon Sect, right?"

"There will always be someone who cares."

"Who?"

"We will meet."

After the voice fell, Qi Yao. Or Su Yao sighed, then picked up the sword and followed the black shadow to the camp of Nanwu Jianmen.

Qi Yao's "Qi" is just because she is Miss Qi, and the sound is "Qi".

The night passed.

The snow stopped.

Rumble.

The mechanical stone door slowly opened.

The golden sunlight broke in from the outside along the gradually widening gap.

Princess, Miss Qiu clenched her fists and looked out nervously, but saw a familiar man standing in front of the door. Who else could it be but Song Yan?

"It's over." Song Yan, who returned to Nanzhu Peak, waved to the distance.

The princess's expression was not sure whether it was happy or sad.

Miss Qiu was the same.

They are still under the control of the crazy fans. Regardless of whether they are true or false, they all don't want Song Yan to get into trouble. But they also look forward to freedom.

They really can't live in the dark and can only be the furnace in the cave all day.

"Yeah." Miss Qiu smiled.

The princess also forced a smile.

After Song Yan informed the two women of the news, he hurried out to investigate the situation.

The entire Nanzhu Peak was in chaos. Cheng Danqing rebelled, and the eldest brother who often went to Qingxi City to buy monster skins died tragically in front of the mountain gate. Zhang Yin also disappeared. There was a chaotic scene after the war everywhere.

Three days later.

The chaos was finally settled a little.

Zhang Yin was also confirmed dead. He fell forward to the ground, his head twisted back, and there was an obvious sword mark on his back. It was obvious that he was attacked by surprise.

The shadow of a blood-bladed elk beside him was also covered with blood, and a small part of the body was stuck in the antlers. All these showed that he killed at least two or three Nanwu Jianmen disciples that night, otherwise there would not be so much blood.

Song Yan couldn't help but sigh: "It's really that the tall one pushed forward, and then he died.'

Although Zhang Yin was a standard evil demon, brutal, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, he was still very good to him.

He collected Zhang Yin's body, found a place with nice scenery to cremate him, and then buried the urn in the ground.

Because of the ghost cultivation, "cremating the dead disciples" is a must.

Snap.

Song Yan opened another jar of fine wine bought from the market before and poured it in front of the tombstone.

Watching the wine seep into the soil, he whispered: "Brother Zhang, have a good journey."

The cold wind blew,

and the sunset in the distance also began to roll and climb with the red evil spirit.

The bleak and cold, the snow still exists, covering the Cangshan, like the mountains and rivers are white-haired

Song Yan was silent, he was not sad for Zhang Yin, but had a sense of confusion of "lips and teeth are cold, I don't know where to go".

In this battle, he deeply felt the importance of "breaking through the realm".

But "Lianxuan three levels" requires some external objects, without which it is impossible to break through.

The sect’s system is strict, and he can’t buy the foreign object even if he goes to the market. Unless. He can go to the market outside the sect. That’s when there is a glimmer of hope.

Otherwise, he can only wait for time honestly, waiting for others to break through, so as not to expose his "Yu Shou Dao Guo".

Just thinking about it, a familiar voice came from not far away.

"Junior brother, go back to Nanzhu Peak quickly, the sect master is here!!"

Song Yan turned his head and looked, it was Wang Susu.

Wang Susu was also very cunning, and she didn’t know how she survived that night.

He responded and followed Wang Susu quickly.

This sect master is the sect master of the Puppet Sect, that is, the peak master of the Paper Man Peak, which is the leader of the five major peaks "Paper Man, Blood Corpse, Shadow Puppet, Mechanism, and Strange Poison".

Paper Man Peak is located just above the only two swirls of the Xuanmai, and the geographical location is unique. The peak master here is the sect master.

The other swirl is the center of the evil land.

That place, which looked like red jade and a river of blood, was so deep that even if the three peak masters chased after it, they dared not go deep.

A paper man stood on the high platform of Nanzhu Peak.

It was a beautiful paper man, which swayed slightly in the wind and turned into a beautiful woman in white with a shawl and fluttering sleeves.

"You are low-level disciples in the sect, but you also have profound roots. Maybe someone will achieve something in the future."

The white-clothed beauty spoke lightly, but the voice was that of an old man.

"So you shouldn't die here."

"The situation in the sect is not good now. The ghost cultivators are not hiding anymore, and the multi-tailed fox tribe is marching straight in. Fortunately, we have reached a ceasefire agreement with Nanwu Jianmen for the time being."

"I have decided to dismiss all disciples below the fourth level of practicing profound cultivation, and you can go to the mortal dynasty to seek refuge, no matter where you hide."

"Things will get better within five years, and you can come back then."

After the white-clothed beauty said this, she raised her hand and waved, and a box flew out of her wide sleeves.

The box opened with a snap, revealing the densely packed pills inside.

The pills reflected the red light of dusk, revealing a bit of evil blood color.

"This pill will promote your cultivation. Even if the mortal world's mysterious energy is scarce, it will not cause your realm to fall.

But this pill is also a poison.

If you don't come back within five years, you will die outside."

"Come and get them one by one, and after you get them, go down the mountain quickly!!"

The white-clothed beauty said no more, floated up, and looked down at every disciple indifferently.

If anyone didn't eat, it would be killed immediately.

This sudden change shocked all the disciples.

In fact, most of the disciples in Nanzhu Peak came from menial jobs.

Menial jobs were robbed, and they all have families.

It's also a good thing to be able to go home!

Suddenly, a disciple rushed over, quickly grabbed a pill and threw it into his mouth.

Then someone else came forward.

Song Yan had no choice but to line up, go forward to get the pill, and then eat it under the burning gaze of the paper man above his head.

The next morning.

A carriage appeared at the foot of the mountain.

The carriage was "brought" directly from the market.

Song Yan wrapped himself in a cloak and a hat, and in the carriage sat Miss Qiu and the princess, who were in a complicated but extremely excited mood.

On the other side, Wang Susu rode out on horseback, and the furnace and the tripod were probably squeezed to death by her.

"Sister, do you want to go with me?"

"Where are you going?"

"Western Shu."

"Western Shu? That's the place with the least mysterious energy in the Three Kingdoms, I won't go there."

"Then take care, sister."

"Take care of yourself too."

Wang Susu squeezed the horse's belly, galloped, turned around the valley, and disappeared without a trace.

A few days later

The carriage was heading west, but a black crow carrying a bundle landed on the roof of the carriage, took a few steps forward with its claws, and gently placed the bundle under the driver's feet.

Song Yan suddenly turned his head, but the crow had already flown away.

The bundle was open, and there was a letter on it.

The letterhead read: I know your heart, you understand my intention, and my mantle will only be passed on to the most suitable person. If you recognize me as your master, kowtow three times in the direction of the Puppet Sect. You don't have to acknowledge it in front of outsiders.

Signed: Stone Seat Master.