Chapter 22 22. Silence
Nothing happened that day.
In the evening, Song Yan returned to Nanzhu Peak. Wang Susu looked for him and said softly: "Junior brother, everything is fine here."
Song Yan said: "Thank you, Senior Sister Wang."
Wang Susu smiled and said: "How do you understand?"
"It's a small gain."
"Junior brother, keep working hard. If there is any need for senior sister, just ask.
And Qi Yao, who was ordered to be confined by the peak master and is not allowed to leave the mountain for the time being.
Do you want to visit her?”
“No.”
"Hee hee."
After finishing speaking, the two parted ways.
Song Yan returned to the cave and took a look at the princess who was still weak due to taking supplements. However, he did not ask her to serve again. He just said: "Xue Rou, you take a good rest today. Come back tomorrow and I will collapse." "
The princess seems to have completed self-hypnosis, and the charm brought by the hidden bloodline of the multi-tailed fox tribe has been completely aroused. After sending it out, he was sucking his fingers, completely forgetting himself about the charming poses, and lost in lust, and said: "Rou'er belongs to Song Lang, everything belongs to Song Lang. Song Lang makes Rou'er seem to have returned to the first place in the past. When I became a woman for the first time."
Song Yan looked at her appearance with mixed emotions, and felt that the "infatuated fan" thing was extremely terrifying.
As long as the power is at one level, it really means being able to completely control the people below.
What character, chastity, and will are completely vulnerable to this kind of power.
He can do this to mortals.
The higher-level monks may not be able to treat him like this.
It’s like walking on thin ice
This goes on for several days.
On this day, Song Yan planned to go to the Delphinium Forest as usual, but as soon as he walked out of the cave, he heard a quarrel in the distance.
He followed the sound and saw a thin old man with wrinkled skin arguing with Zhang Yin.
Song Yan had not only seen the old man before, but was also quite familiar with him.
His name is Kang Defu, and he is the oldest among the handymen who have successfully practiced. He stood behind Zhang Yin during the test that day.
At this time, Kang Defu said angrily: "Brother Zhang, am I not a formal disciple?
Why don't you give me the cauldron of the Wei royal family?
You said before that there were not enough people. But yesterday I went to Shanxia Market and saw a new batch of royal furnaces and cauldrons being delivered. Here it comes!
Why don’t you have mine?”
Zhang Yin frowned and looked at him with a hint of ridicule, and then said: “Junior Brother Kang, you are seventy and eighty years old, and you belong to the Wei royal family. What’s the point of using a good stove? ”
"Senior Brother Zhang" Kang Defu gasped in anger and said angrily, "But this is what I deserve!"
Pa! !
Zhang Yin slapped Kang Defu and knocked him away, his mouth full of blood.
Zhang Yin was still angry. He took two steps forward and stepped on Kang Defu's face. He looked down at him and said with a faint smile: "You are so old and you still don't understand the rules.
Learn more from Junior Brother Song.
roll! ”
In the distance, Song Yan, who was listening, was speechless.
Why does this involve him?
But after thinking about it, he seemed to be really messing around here.
Zhang Yin helped him find an inner disciple to teach him "Little Five Elements Hands" and "Skin Painting"
Wang Susu spoke for him and took the initiative to help him clear away all suspicions.
Kang Defu stood up angrily, spitting blood, but did not dare to say a word and walked away.
Song Yan also tightened his black robe and headed towards the Delphinium Forest.
It’s late winter now.
After a while, some scattered light snow flew between the cliffs.
The snow is getting crazy, the mountain birds are flying away, and the wild forest is covered with snow like white heads.
Song Yan felt the whistling wind around him, thought for a while, and decided to practice his skills today.
He has been observing low-level monsters for many days, but he always felt that something was missing. After much thought, he decided to adopt a method mentioned in the "Painted Skin Method": kill, dissect, and measure.
Kill the monster, dissect the monster, feel every inch of the monster with your hands, and understand it carefully.
This is the fastest way to feel the "God of Painting".
He had to get the "Painted Skin Method" on the panel as soon as possible, and then he could deduce it with longevity.
The weather was sunny before, no.
But today, the world is noisy and can cover up many movements. If he goes a little further, that will be fine.
Two two-headed wolves are emerging from a cave.
The icy weather can't do anything to them, but it can make some ordinary beasts relax their vigilance. Maybe if you are lucky, you can even encounter them fainting from the cold.
Although the two-headed wolf has no brains, it has the instinct to hunt and the experience gained from living in this environment for a long time.
Whoosh~~
Whoosh~~~
The two-headed wolf ran wildly.
They were not lucky today. Soon they saw a two-legged beast walking in the snow.
The two wolves had eight faint eyes, crouching slightly, and approached quietly, but the two-legged beast didn't seem to notice at all.
When they got close to a certain distance, the two wolves were already salivating. They looked at each other and accelerated suddenly.
The impact brought snow and fog.
In the eyes of the poor two-legged beast, all he could see was the snow mist exploding, and two vicious black shadows shooting out like the wind, heading straight towards him.
But at this moment, a two-headed wolf running behind suddenly heard a strange sound that was different from Feng Xue and Lin Tao.
The voice just fell, and a cold light had already penetrated its heart.
The eyes of the two-headed wolf went dark.
Falling to the ground.
Death.
The other two-headed wolf had already jumped up, biting the neck of the two-legged beast that seemed to be raising its hand slightly.
But the two-legged beast reacted quickly, raising his hand and turning it back, blocking its mouth.
The two-headed wolf bit the offered hand unceremoniously.
But in the next moment, in its eyes, the hand turned black.
It is a terrible mysterious black.
The moment the fangs bit down, a strong explosive force emitted from the black hand. Obviously the hand didn't move at all, but there seemed to be a devastating explosion inside.
Crack!
Bang! !
Boom! ! !
Time seems to slow down.
The two-headed wolf's teeth were broken first, then its mouth, and then its brain.
Blood, brains, broken bones, and broken flesh exploded in mid-air.
At this time, the speed of the two-legged beast suddenly increased, and the electric speed swept back two or three feet, and the exploded flesh and blood fell just in front of his feet, without staining his clothes.
These two legged beasts are none other than Song Yan.
Song Yan fought for a while and felt that his fighting ability should be okay.
After all, on the top of the mountain, he had probably understood that "although low-level monsters like the two-headed wolf only correspond to the first level of Lianxuan, they cannot be killed instantly by the second level of Lianxuan." However, he easily killed two of them instantly.
The young man squatted down and began to quickly study the two-headed wolf.
The smell of blood will quickly attract other monsters or beasts, and he doesn't have much time.
Fortunately, "fighting the two-headed wolf" really gave him a better understanding of the existence of the "two-headed wolf".
After a while of burning incense, there was movement in the distance, as if many things were running here from near or far.
Song Yan stood up, washed his hands with snow, and waved to a few pairs of green eyes in the snowy bushes not far away, indicating that he could come and eat.
He walked back happily, thinking as he walked, and he took out two earthen walnuts and turned them in the palm of his hand.
As he turned around, his heart suddenly moved, and he looked at the panel again.
Good guy.
This is either not much, or if it is more, just add two more lines.
[Spell: (Can be deduced by longevity)]
"Painting Skin" (not yet started)
"Little Five Elements Hand" (not yet started)
Obviously, whether it is The practice of "Little Five Elements Silk Winding Hand" or "Painted Skin Spiritualism" is very difficult, and even the dismantled entry-level methods cannot be mastered in just a few days.
But now that it appeared on the panel, Song Yan felt that the problem was not big.
‘No pain, no gain. ’
The young man’s heart was filled with joy.
After walking for about two sticks of incense, Song Yan suddenly frowned. Just as he was about to run away from something, he saw two figures riding shadow puppets of two-headed wolves in the forest.
As I got closer, I saw that it was an outer disciple of the Shadow Puppet Peak with mysterious robes and patterns.
The visitor did not relax his vigilance because Song Yan was wearing a uniform. Instead, he asked sharply: "Which peak are you from? What are you doing here?!"
Song Yan said calmly: "Junior brother is from Nanzhu Peak. He came here because the Talisman Master needs to master the "Skin Painting Technique", so he observes the coming of monsters. This can be proved from the top and bottom of Nanzhu Peak."
The two disciples looked at each other, and suddenly one of them threw out an iron shackle and said coldly: "Handcuff it yourself first, then come back with me."
Song Yan frowned. .
At this moment, his expression suddenly tightened, and he quietly stepped back half a step, protecting his two senior brothers in front of him.
The two outer disciples also felt the same. They instantly became nervous and scanned the surrounding woods with alert expressions.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Two figures in gray clothes swept out from the forest, one holding a sword and the other holding a gourd.
“Hey, three devil cubs”
“Kill, pay for your life for the Wei royal family!”
The person holding the sword will fly up instantly.
The person holding the gourd shook the mouth of the gourd, and the iron beans flew out one after another, and rushed toward the three of them with a dull luster.
The outer disciple, who was still nervous, seemed to be aware of the opponent's level, and suddenly burst into laughter. He raised his left hand slightly, and the two-headed wolf shadow puppet accelerated. When he moved his right hand again, another shadow puppet flew out.
Looking closely, I saw a bird with a sharp beak like a knife, and another one was a white-thorned deer that Song Yan was all too familiar with.
The four of them ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong with each other.
Song Yan, who hid behind a tree for the first time, looked at them strangely.
Yes.
Although he lacked experience in fighting with others, he could see at this moment that although these four people controlled weapons and shadow puppets that he did not have, their strength was the same as his own, and they were only at the second level of Xuanxuan.
The man with the sword and the gourd was probably a casual cultivator who was being supported by the royal family of the Wei Dynasty. At this time, he sneaked into the mountains and wanted to kill a few disciples of the Puppet Palace to avenge the royal family of the Wei Dynasty.
The two official disciples were patrolling here, which made Song Yanben's heart drop a little.
Since he is truly a member of his sect, he can be handcuffed when the beating is over and he can explain clearly later.
After a while, Song Yan suddenly heard a scream, and saw that the left arm of a Shadow Puppet Peak disciple was cut off by a flying sword.
Because another disciple was distracted, he was also hit by Tie Douzi. He fell to the ground and tried to struggle, but was quickly hit by a flying sword.
However, due to negligence, the sword-wielding casual cultivator was impaled by the disciple with a broken arm controlling the flying bird shadow puppet.
Another fierce fight for ten breaths
Four people, one dead, two seriously injured and one slightly injured.
The dead and seriously injured were Shadow Puppet Peak disciples.
The one who was slightly injured was the one holding the gourd.
The Gourd Sanxiu cultivator, who was only slightly injured, quickly fell on Song Yan. Without any nonsense, he shouted loudly, squeezed the magic formula with his hands, and the iron beans poured out again.
Song Yan suddenly swayed like a whirlwind and suddenly appeared in front of Gourd Sanxiu.
The casual cultivator was stunned for a moment, but he didn't rush. He raised his hand and pointed his fingers like swords. The fingertips were full of mysterious energy and fell on the palm pushed by Song Yan.
The next moment, Calabash Sanxiu's expression suddenly changed, he was stunned and shocked, because he felt a terrible suction force coming from the opposite side, which caused all the profound energy in his fingertips to be sucked away, and also made his body The spell is self-defeating.
‘What magic? ’
‘Why is the Xuanqi gone? ! ’
Song Yan pushed forward and his palm fell on the forehead of Hulu Sanxiu.
Bang!
Gourd Sanxiu is dead!
Song Yan appeared in front of the Feijian cultivator in an instant like a ghost.
Bang!
Feijiansanxiu died.
Looking at the remaining senior brother, he sighed softly.
A moment
Bang!
Senior brother, die!
The profound energy absorbed ripples in the body, and there is a feeling that although there is more profound energy, it is just "impurities".
This made Song Yan very uncomfortable, but now he still needed to endure the discomfort and quickly touch the body.
(End of this chapter)