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

Chapter 73 72. The Last Chance (3.8K words - please subscribe)

It was late winter, and the sky was dark early.

After locking the puppet pavilion, Song Yan walked on the mountain path of Paper Man Peak.

The wind was cold, and the shadows of the mountains quickly fell as the setting sun set. Large patches of shadows came to his face with the biting air. On the dead branches, vultures and crows wandered from time to time, making strange calls.

The young lady with jade makeup followed behind Song Yan with her hands hanging down, shaking a small bag of fragrant wood in her hand. The scent of the burning fragrant wood was very pleasant and could calm the mind. She got the contribution points from Song Yan and then exchanged them at the Paper Money Building on the main peak.

The Paper Money Building, to put it bluntly, is the "finance department" and "basic prop exchange office" of Paper Man Peak.

At this time, many disciples were queuing in front of the Paper Money Building. The one in front was showing his identity badge and talking to the manager at the window about "exchanging for Xuanyu and other items". The disciples behind were still urging him.

"What a long queue." The young lady sighed, and then said, "Master, do you want to exchange today? I will help you queue up. You can queue as long as you want!"

"Brother, yes, brother." Song Yan corrected.

The young lady nodded repeatedly and agreed, "Okay, master."

Song Yan raised his hand and gently flicked the young lady's head.

The young lady's eyes were immediately filled with tears.

However, Song Yan knew what she was going to say and said, "You did nothing wrong. It's late today and it's not our turn to queue up. Let's come back in two days when there are fewer people."

"Yes, brother."

The late return of the companions made Song Yan feel a rare sense of warmth.

Although he knew that this kind of emotion should not exist, because separation, even separation of life and death, is the destined ending for him and every woman around him.

"It's too cold."

He rubbed his hands.

The young lady hurried over and said, "Brother, I'm warm."

Dong.

Song Yan gave her another head bang.

The head bang triggered the "rules", and the young lady's eyes began to turn red again.

Song Yan was already very familiar with this, and he said in time: "You didn't make a mistake."

"Oh." The young lady recovered again.

Song Yan couldn't help laughing.

The two of them walked and talked, and they had reached the cliff.

Song Yan pinched the sword formula, and the flying sword turned into a rainbow, taking the two of them to the front of the cave.

After a busy period, he untied his belt and clothes, and went to the bed to practice double cultivation.

When the practice was finished, the young lady Yuzhuang lay in Song Yan's arms and said in surprise: "Master, I saw that other furnaces and cauldrons were half dead and weak, but after you took my essence, I was still alive."

She couldn't find a word to describe the comfort at this time.

Song Yan said, "That's the effect of the elixir. If someone talks to you, don't tell them about your situation."

The young lady in jade makeup nodded heavily, then moved her body, and her silky underwear changed into some attractive folds. She tentatively swung her hips back, curled up in a position that would make the owner very comfortable, and began to sleep.

Soon, her breathing became even.

But Song Yan didn't fall asleep.

The bodyless phantom crow was flying in the wilderness, carrying the extremely important "trophy" on it. How could he sleep?

He had too many things on his mind.

'I don't know whether the Thorn Fox Alliance succeeded, and how Mr. Su San and the others are doing. '

'Forget it, no matter what, Hua Rong's line with them is broken. '

'But that colorful black shadow, even if it is far inferior to the Fox Grandma, it should not be an ordinary monster that can be hidden by the Fox Grandma, right?

Its blood should be able to barely help me enter the Crimson Palace Realm.

Although the effect may be average, I'd better improve my realm first.

But I don't know what will happen after the breakthrough of the Crimson Palace. Will my Qi-retaining method become ineffective? If so, it will be a big trouble.

I need to know more.

If possible, I have to prepare more advanced hiding methods in advance, and find some skills and spells after the Crimson Palace.

Of course, I can use my life span to deduce.

But deducing a skill from scratch consumes too much energy and may not succeed.

It would be best if there is a ready-made one. ’

‘Hantan Valley Market Square is my chance. ’

‘That day, many cultivators will go there, and they will be mixed. Many people may not even show their true appearance. After all, everyone has their own secrets.

There should be anonymous auctions, mask exchanges, etc.

At that time, I can try to control the puppet shadow to trade. ’

“I need to buy a new flying sword, a more advanced Qi-gathering spell, and all the information, techniques, and spells about the Crimson Palace.”

“Also, Nanwu Jianmen will definitely look for me. By then, I have to complete my first contact with them and get through.

This is relatively easy to do.

I have talked so much with Mr. Su San, and my understanding of Nanwu Jianmen, Su Changyi, and the Su family has far exceeded what I knew before. I should be able to get through.”

‘However, the most important thing is that my fox demon shadow puppets have all been used up. I have to find an opportunity to hunt at least one before the market opens in Hantan Valley, and then make some new ones. ’

The next day, Song Yancai opened the door of the shadow puppet pavilion, and a row of shadow puppet trucks flew over outside.

Shadow puppet vehicles, such as cars and air boats, are not in the “leathermaking category”, but “shadow puppet secondary processing products”, and the “peak of secondary processing” is the “mechanism peak”.

Shi Zuo Weng should know about this, but Shi Zuo Weng may think that this matter has nothing to do with the legacy, so he didn't talk to him.

After Shi Zuo Weng left, Gu Huangzi probably thought that Song Yan only needed to make leather, and there was no need to understand these "redundant" knowledge, so he didn't let him know.

The shadow puppet car was carrying corpses.

They looked like newly dead servants.

This evoked some memories of Song Yan.

Before, when he was in the leather-making servant room of Nanzhu Peak, anyone who died in the surrounding area would be taken away by the car.

For mortals, people die but their souls remain, and there are still seven days and seven days, which is enough for the Puppet Sect to do a lot of dirty work.

It's true that you are a member of the Puppet Sect when you are alive, and a ghost of the Puppet Sect when you die.

Song Yan sighed, and was about to do today's work, but he saw that the last shadow puppet truck was parked at the gate of the Shadow Puppet Pavilion.

The disciple of the carriage got down and said with a fist: "Master Song, there are a batch of new skins. The master wants to ask if you can make them."

Song Yan asked curiously: "What new skins?"

The disciple of the carriage lifted the thick cloth.

Song Yan's pupils shrank slightly.

What a coincidence, the carriage was loaded with bloody "one-tail fox demon skins".

The disciple of the carriage said: "They are all hunted by fellow disciples in recent days.

However, the strength of these fox demons is uneven. Some are still at the level of intermediate demon beasts, while others have reached the advanced level. Master Song, can you make them? If you can, I will leave them here."

Song Yan's thoughts were like lightning.

Test?

Not really.

And the "one-tail fox demon skin" is indeed what he urgently needs. If he "makes a fox demon shadow leather and hides a fox demon shadow leather" as he did before, it will still be unnoticed.

But

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I'll try!"

The disciple who drove the car smiled and said, "I know that a leather-making genius like Master Song will not refuse."

Song Yan smiled and nodded, staring at the car of leather with fiery eyes. When it was unloaded, he quickly cleaned it, and then specially picked a "one-tailed fox shadow of a high-level demon beast" and started to make it with great interest.

In the evening.

Suddenly, the scream of the jade-made young lady came from the shadow puppet pavilion.

Then, it was a mess.

Song Yan's two disciples hurriedly ran out and quickly found the elder on duty today. When the elder arrived at the shadow puppet pavilion, many people had already gathered outside the pavilion.

The elder stepped in and saw Song Yan lying on the inner couch of the pavilion with a pale face, weak and powerless.

"What's going on?" The elder was anxious and shocked.

He knew Song Yan's role. This "middleman between the Puppet Sect and the Southern Wu Sword Sect" must not get into trouble at this time, otherwise if a bad signal is transmitted, it will ruin the big thing.

The young lady in jade makeup cried and said, "The master was making shadow puppets, and while making them, it seemed like he was possessed by evil spirits, and then the master rushed out of the room that was usually used to summon souls, locked the door tightly, and then it became like this."

The elder looked at the bed again, but saw Song Yan opened his eyes and said in a hoarse and weak voice: "Don't open the door."

The elder narrowed his eyes, repelled the disciples, and then opened the door to summon souls.

As soon as the door opened, a black shadow swooped in.

The elder raised his hand and grabbed the black shadow with his sharp claws, and then crushed it immediately.

Looking again, it was a broken one-tailed fox shadow.

The elder immediately understood.

Master Song couldn't make the "Demon Fox Shadow", so he was attacked. But it seemed that he was attacked as soon as he summoned the soul, so the shadow with the evil spirit was not strong enough.

After dealing with the trouble, the elder came to Song Yan.

Song Yan said weakly: "I'm fine, just take a rest."

The elder said: "You, don't be stubborn if you can't do it."

Song Yan fell silent.

The elder said, "The fox skins are the supplies selected by the sect master, and will be used in the war. I will have someone take them away later. Don't worry about it."

"Take them away?" Song Yan said hoarsely, with some unwillingness in his eyes, "Where are they going to be taken?"

The elder smiled and said, "I have good news for you. Although Master Shi has not yet broken through the Crimson Palace Realm, he has successfully extended his life, but he cannot leave the evil land.

This batch of fox skins is sent to him and asked him to make it.

Now that we have formed an alliance with the ghost cultivators, he will do it for us."

The unwillingness in Song Yan's eyes disappeared, and he sighed, "If it is the teacher, he will definitely be able to do it. The teacher is much better than me."

The elder said, "You don't have to belittle yourself, you are still young.

Take a good rest first, and come to make leather when you are well."

The elder left immediately.

After a while, another disciple came with an empty shadow puppet truck and took all the one-tailed fox demon skins away from the shadow puppet pavilion.

Song Yan watched the truck leave dimly.

He thought of Grandma Fox and how he had taken a handful of money from her "small treasury".

Although he didn't know whether this handful of money was very ruthless, he felt that at this time, making a "one-tailed fox demon shadow puppet" did not seem to be a good thing.

In the next few days, Song Yan recovered in the cave, and sometimes wandered around the surrounding hills alone.

Using this time, he found an opportunity and was lucky enough to hunt a demon fox similar to a high-level demon beast, and then made a "deformed soul shadow puppet".

Two days later, Song Yan "recovered".

Then he returned to the main peak of Paper Man Peak.

At this time, there were very few disciples exchanging Xuanyu in front of the Paper Money Building. Song Yan walked over directly, showed his identity card, and said: "Change all to Xuanyu."

The disciple's eyes widened when he saw it.

"More than 256,000 contribution points, all exchanged?"

"Exchange."

"Then I'll exchange it for Xuanjing for Master Song.

One Xuanjing is equivalent to 10 small Xuanyu and 5 large Xuanyu.

How about it?"

"Okay."

Song Yan still understands this basic exchange ratio.

Small Xuanyu can provide 1 year of Xuanqi cultivation in a normal cave even in a place without Xuanqi, and can also serve as an additional Xuanqi supply when practicing in a cave.

Large Xuanyu for 2 years.

Xuanjing, for 10 years.

It may be weighed outside, but the Puppet Sect has specifications.

The disciple of the Paper Money Building murmured and calculated: "256,484 contribution points, I will exchange it for 80 Xuanjing, 20 large Xuanyu, 16 small Xuanyu, and half of the small Xuanyu for Xuanyu beans, that is 800 Xuanyu beans."

Song Yan nodded.

Although his storage space is not large, it is enough to store these black crystals and black jades in addition to the shadow puppets.

Just as he was waiting, a man suddenly walked out of the Paper Money Building. He was wearing a white robe, with a cold temperament and a bit of inexplicable neurosis.

Song Yan looked at him and clasped his fists and said, "Senior Brother Yin."

That man was another direct disciple of Gu Huangzi——Yin Wutai.

Yin Wutai said sinisterly: "Junior brother, you exchanged so many black crystals, are you not going to come back?"

Song Yan said: "Leather making is my lifelong love. I have been the master here for a long time. Why do you say that? What's more, Nanwu Jianmen and my Puppet Sect are about to form an alliance. How can I not come back?"

Yin Wutai frowned and said: "Then what are you going to buy? You need so many black crystals?"

Song Yan said: "This has nothing to do with you, senior brother."

Yin Wutai didn't say much, and nodded. Seeing that the disciple next to him was looking at him eagerly, Yin Wutai waved his hand and said: "Why don't you change it for your uncle?"

The disciple hurriedly took the box and handed it to Song Yan.

After counting, Song Yan bowed again and left quickly.

Yin Wutai looked at his back, laughed strangely, and didn't say much. He just turned back and walked a few steps before muttering: "Junior brother, buy as much as you can. You won't have the opportunity to go out in the future, hehehehe"