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

Chapter 98 97. Can you still get out? (4.1K words - please subscribe)

Song Yan followed his memory and returned to the cave on Red Leaf Island.

Compared to the cave-like cave of the Puppet Sect, the caves of the sword cultivators are mostly bamboo houses by the water.

At dawn and dusk, the bamboo house will be reflected in the Misty Sea together with the dawn and sunset. As the waves ripple slightly, it becomes wrinkled, but if the wind subsides, it will return to clarity.

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

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

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

The name of the sea instead of the lake was also decided by the first generation of the headmaster.

The headmaster said: "Flowers can hide the world, and lakes can also be the sea. The sword held by the sword cultivator may seem ordinary, but how could you know that this sword does not contain the roar of tigers and dragons, wind and frost and purple lightning?"

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

In the square at the entrance to the island, even though it was winter and there was war, there were still dozens of sword cultivators sitting cross-legged, both men and women. They sat quietly, as if they were meditating on the circulation of qi, with white clothes fluttering, and they felt a bit out of this world.

Even though Song Yan walked by and made a noise, no one opened their eyes, but was completely immersed in their own world of cultivation.

Song Yan thought of the scenes of the puppet sect squeezing the furnace and practicing in the dark cave every day, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that "the cultural atmosphere of each sect is indeed different."

Thinking about it, he returned to the bamboo house, took out the sword sect identity nameplate from his arms, and the door of the house opened with a slight flash.

This is the bamboo house belonging to Bai Xiuhu.

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

The first "sword" looked neat, but the more it was written, the messier it became. In the end, it became a blurry ghostly scribble.

A sense of "crying while writing, tears falling on the newly written characters" appeared in front of Song Yan.

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

Song Yan bent down, picked up a piece, and spread it out. There were still "sword" characters on it.

He searched his memory a little and roughly understood that these characters were written by Bai Xiuhu after his first escape, when he locked himself in the room and practiced calligraphy with a mood of collapse and wanting to cheer up, in order to "calm down and regain courage".

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel that they were quite predestined.

Master Pi, you must be well versed in painting.

Painting the face and skin requires painting the bones. If not, it is impossible to master it. Now it can be regarded as the core secret of the skin master - "Shen Xiang Bai Yu".

But the sword cultivator likes to practice calligraphy.

Use calligraphy to calm the mind, enlighten the mind, and see the heart.

The word "sword" is written so crookedly, which shows how broken Bai Xiuhu's Taoism was at the beginning, and joining the team for the second time is actually the care of the master.

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

However. Bai Xiuhu deeply interprets the truth of "where you fall, lie down there". The second time, his Taoism was completely shattered, so he fled back to Linwu City in the south frantically and became the appearance that Song Yan saw.

The human heart is really strange.

After practicing swords for thirty years, he fell into a demon with a thought.

He thought for a moment, and recalled that this white tiger seemed to have had a Taoist partner, but that Taoist partner seemed to have died in the first escape, which was another reason for his collapse.

Song Yan quickly cleaned up the room, and then prepared to go to see the "master".

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

Puppet Sect is more about "giving you things, practicing by yourself", and the relationship between master and disciple is not that close.

Before, Gu Rufeng cheated on Shi Zuoweng and wanted to kill Shi Zuoweng, and later Shi Zuoweng betrayed his adopted son; as for Gu Huangzi's desperate comeback and bullying his master and ancestors, these are all normal.

In the Demon Sect, there is a natural vigilance between master and disciple.

However, Nanwu Jianmen is not like this.

The only place where Nanwu Jianmen can obtain the method of cultivation is through the "master".

And the "master" treats his disciples with a clear mind and no complicated thoughts.

As for the Sun family elder Sun that Song Yan had met before, he is also a minority in the entire Jianmen, because there are not many people in the entire Jianmen who are good at dealing with others.

Mr. Su San and Elder Sun, whom he had met, were both among the best.

Most people were actually similar to Su Yao.

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

He lay on the couch and pondered for a night. The next morning, he carried the flying sword and stepped to a bamboo house deep in Hongye Island.

In front of the house, an old man was holding a scroll and reading on a swaying rattan chair.

It was vaguely visible that there were some herbal patterns on the scroll.

This old man was Bai Xiuhu's teacher, Sun Kuye.

Sun Kuye was a member of the Sun family. He was not originally called Kuye, but because he felt that he was old, just like the red leaves on Hongye Island that withered and flourished every year, he called himself "Kuye". The sword cultivators on the island called him "Kuye Sword Master" or simply "Sword Master".

Sun Kuye is a master of the Crimson Palace Realm, but it seems that when he was determining the "First Central Palace", he took a risk with the blood essence he used, and the remaining poison got on his body. His foundation was unstable and it was difficult to continue, so he stayed in the early stage.

This stopped for more than a hundred years, and he never broke through the middle stage. The disciples he brought with him came and went, and some of them even became rising elders, but he still did not change.

So in his later years, he stopped studying swordsmanship and turned to studying pill recipes.

If you want to become a powerful Crimson Palace Realm cultivator, 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 it is much weaker.

"Pill poison" is the calamity of every Crimson Palace cultivator.

This can be seen from the fact that Song Yan died thousands of times when digesting the "Chapter King Tiger Blood".

Sun Kuye felt that "cultivating the sword by yourself" was only for a short time, while refining pills was for the thousand-year cause of the Sword Sect and the younger generation of sword cultivators.

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

Therefore, he was now studying the methods of removing different monster blood toxins in "Jianggong Pill".

Hearing the noise, the old man suddenly stood up, but did not look at the visitor, but suddenly turned and went into the house. He lay on the table excitedly without closing the door, grabbed a piece of paper and wrote and drew on it, then ran to the backyard, quickly took the medicine and weighed it, with an attitude of "inspiration comes, do it when you want to do it".

Song Yan did not disturb him, but waited outside.

Jianmen respects teachers.

Wait a minute, teacher, nothing.

However, Song Yan had not waited for long when the voice of the withered leaf swordsman came from the backyard.

"Boy, bring in two pieces of vine grass that have been dried outside the door!"

The sudden shouting made Song Yan stunned.

He quickly glanced at the medicine shelf in the courtyard of the Sword Master Kuye, and the no less than thirty bamboo plaques of medicine drying, and fell into a brief thought.

The information he knew from Bai Xiuhu's mind was only very superficial, and did not include details such as "whether he knew the halberd".

If the Sword Master Kuye was testing him, he would be suspected if he took the halberd.

"Hurry up, boy, stop nagging!"

The Sword Master was urging again.

Song Yan quickly glanced at the bamboo plaques, found two black medicinal herbs that looked like tree roots, and quickly walked into the house.

These years, he was not completely idle, and he had read a lot of miscellaneous books. He knew the halberd.

He bet on "gentleman's openness".

If the Sword Master Kuye really suspected him, he would not test him like this.

Besides, if he said that it was what he learned in these years, what would be strange?

He stepped into the backyard, and a smell of medicine mixed with the smell of fierce 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 medicine cauldron was not ordinary wood.

"Cut three coins!" Master Kuye flew high on his sword and threw the medicinal materials into the medicine cauldron while giving orders.

Song Yan hurriedly took a knife beside him, calculated the weight and cut a little, put it on the scale to measure it, and then increased and decreased it, and then quickly came to the medicine cauldron and presented it with both hands.

Master Kuye raised his hand and the wind rolled up the three coins of vines and sprinkled them into the medicine cauldron.

He waved his sleeves again, and the lid of the cauldron next to him suddenly whistled towards Song Yan, making a "woohoo" sound, which was very scary.

Song Yan did not move.

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

The withered leaf sword master descended from the sky, muttering to himself: "Although the halberd grass is an ordinary grass, it can cure men's nightmares and ejaculation. I planted a lot of it in the soil of the mysterious land, but I don't know if it can increase the effect 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 shouted: "Teacher."

The withered leaf sword master said: "After staying in Linwu City for a year, your state of mind is broken and dirty. Can you still get out?"

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

The withered leaf sword master said: "Can't you control the sword? Can't you use the magic?"

If he could control the sword, he would not have rowed to the island.

If he could use the magic, he would not have given the medicine just now.

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

Seeing him like this, the withered leaf sword master's voice was not kind at all, but became more severe: "If you hadn't been away for half a year and had not lost the reputation of our sword sect, I would have killed you with a sword long ago.

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

"Disciple knows his mistakes and is willing to be punished."

Song Yan said.

The withered leaf sword master said: "Then how do you want to be punished?"

Song Yan said: "I am willing to be confined to reflect on my mistakes and clean up the island."

The withered leaf sword master said: "Now it is not only the puppet sect that invades, but more of the evil martial arts world in the north. You 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 "a certain building or pavilion" to sweep the floor or something like that.

The colder the pavilion is and the less people pay attention to it, the better. It would be best if it was a place like a "cold palace" where he could keep it clean by himself and at most have an old man who was about to "retire".

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

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

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

Even though his shadow puppet of "Fox Grandma" has no magic, it is at least the power of the middle stage of the Crimson Palace, and there is an illusion that ordinary Crimson Palace realm cannot see through. If he really waits patiently and plots something, there is still great hope.

But the premise is to stabilize and no one is watching.

Now, he has said that he wants to "confine" and "clean up the island", but the Withered Leaf Sword Master actually wants to send him out.

However, he did not resist or directly confront, trying to change the mind of the Withered Leaf Sword Master with his mouth. He just said "yes" respectfully and turned away.

Sure enough, it is difficult to gain the trust of the Sword Gate monks with just one identity. And even if he trusts you, he will not use you.

When he walked to the entrance of the courtyard and was about to go far away, the voice of the Withered Leaf Sword Master finally came from behind the door again.

"You have polluted yourself too much in the mortal world. Go and train your mind. When you find it back, fly back on the sword."

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

Gulp gulp gulp

In the blood pool at the end of the magic swamp, Song Yan held a jade bottle filled with the blood of the "demon kiss crocodile".

This kind of monster can barely enter the crimson palace realm when it is an adult, but most of them can only be regarded as monsters at the level of practicing Xuan.

At this time, the demon kiss crocodiles circled in a circle, watching the strange human taking the blood, all squinting, but did not step forward, just because another woman in a black robe stood beside him.

The woman in the black robe had their innate awe and obedience.

Song Yan filled a bottle of "demon kiss crocodile" blood.

This blood is for physical recovery. For the Three Kingdoms human cultivators, it may be a very good material for refining the crimson palace pill, but for Song Yan, it can only belong to the category of "not taking it is a waste".

If you really say that he will use this blood, it is not necessarily.

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

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

The matter of Nanwu Jianmen gave him a headache.

Now, one of his two shadow puppets outside 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 rivers and lakes.

It is really "things are not as good as one wishes, and what you want is not so easy to get".

After taking the essence of the "demon kiss crocodile", Song Yan and Madam Ling returned to the secret realm.

After the meal, just as he was about to go into the house and sleep, he saw a "tentacle" stretched out in 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 worm landed on his fingertips, flapped its wings, showed its fangs, and stared at him.

Song Yan asked curiously, "Do they have intelligence?"

Mrs. Ling said, "No, 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 gently lifted it, and the soul insect flapped its wings and flew away again.