Chapter 27 27. Mantle
On the empty boat, at a glance, there were about ten disciples, all of whom were "red".
Most of them have red patterns on their black robes, which are inner disciples.
And there is another person who is actually wearing a white robe with red stripes and a young face. He is obviously an elder of the inner sect.
These are still on the deck of the empty ship, and Song Yan on the deck has not seen them yet.
Song Yan's mysterious pattern on his mysterious robe looked very dazzling and out of place in a place like this, like a duck mixed into a flock of swans.
He quickly came to the young elder and said respectfully: "Disciple Song Yan, please see the elder."
The young elder glanced at him, nodded casually, and responded with a nasal tone. No sound, no reply.
Song Yan originally planned to say "I want to see Master Shi", not for anything else but because it would be disrespectful, but now it seems that there is no need to ask at all.
No one cares.
No one thought he was qualified.
Song Yan didn't care, he casually stood on the side of the empty ship in a corner.
As the shadow puppet ship left the cliff and took off, Song Yan took a deep breath, and his eyes lit up as his vision became wider.
But he soon realized that there was no cross wind here, and there was no sense of thinness in the air. It was as if a strange power spread out from the shadow puppet ship, sheltering the passengers.
The floating clouds under the lonely sun and the clear blue sky make those who board the ship feel comfortable.
But the red color of the ground in the northeast became increasingly clear, like a terrifying red vortex spinning quietly and slowly.
‘This is the real leather master’
Song Yan was yearning for him.
But soon, he realized that no one was talking to him here.
These leather masters and would-be leather masters obviously have their own circles.
No matter where he was, Song Yan could always see a similar scene.
Just like in Nanzhu Peak, the Wang Yao girl would try to please Senior Brother Zhang and ask for some benefits from Senior Brother Zhang; but on this deck, you can also see two good-looking women. The good female nuns from the inner sect were wrapped around the two men one by one.
Everything on the deck seemed to be centered on those two men.
Song Yan said nothing, but listened with open ears.
Soon, he understood a lot of things from just a few words.
The stone master, named Shizuo Weng, is the number one skin master on the Shadow Puppet Peak. However, because he is obsessed with the way of shadow play, he spends less time on practice. So now that he is eighty years old, he is still He has never been able to break through the Xuan Realm.
If there is no breakthrough, the longevity will be just the longevity of a mortal. At most, he can live for more than a hundred years and be free from all diseases.
The eighty-year-old Shizuo Weng naturally had to choose to "succeed the mantle", and in fact, the things he studied throughout his life were indeed not simple.
Those people on the empty ship today are all running for the "mantle".
But these people are obviously divided into two groups.
One faction is headed by the young elder "Lv Hong", but "Lv Hong" is not a disciple of Shizuo Weng, but became a leather master by his own chance. His status as an elder is not due to his realm, but because "he has become a leader among leather masters at such a young age."
The other faction is headed by a promising inner sect disciple "Gu Rufeng". Gu Rufeng is a disciple of Shi Zuoweng and the "second generation of demons" of the Demon Sect Puppet Sect. It seems that one of his parents One of them is an elder in the sect.
Both Lu Hong and Gu Rufeng were a little curious and a little wary about Song Yan who suddenly jumped in line to get on the boat.
But when he saw the latter huddled in the corner of the empty ship so restrainedly, he had no idea.
It should be a gold-plated one. The purpose of coming here is to become a leather master.
The two of them didn't even have the thought of wooing Song Yan.
Master Shi has an old-fashioned character and is serious. Who knows whether this kind of "coaxing" behavior will leave a "negative impression" on him?
So, Song Yanzhen became a little transparent.
Even if someone cast their gaze in his direction, they would pass right through him, as if he didn't exist at all.
After a moment of burning incense, the empty ship arrived over a small emerald green valley.
In the valley, there are pavilions and pavilions, which are quiet and peaceful. As the empty ship entered, a cover flashing with a faint silver light suddenly rose, isolating the inside and outside.
Song Yan has never seen this thing before, but he can guess that this is the legendary formation.
A formation that can cover an entire valley is no longer considered small.
Because this formation consumes black stones, it cannot be opened on weekdays. It will only be opened when the sect is attacked or when important people arrive.
Ta-ta-ta.
Ta.
The empty ship landed safely.
Everyone on the boat immediately stood up and waited solemnly.
Until the cabin opened, a short, serious-looking old man in a white robe and red stripes walked out on crutches.
Beside him was a lady with bulging breasts and a pretty face, wearing the robes of an inner disciple.
"Master Shi!"
"Master Wife!"
The disciples outside shouted in unison.
Song Yan also shouted.
The inner disciple who was called Master's Wife smiled coquettishly, supported Shi Zuowen's arm, and walked out with him.
When he reached the boat ladder, the stone man suddenly stopped, turned his head and glanced at Song Yan in the corner, and said: "Where is that new face?"
The mistress didn't recognize Song Yan either, so she turned her attention to Gu Rufeng on the other side.
Gu Rufeng and the beautiful Mistress met their eyes, then smiled slightly, walked out gracefully, and said: "Master, a disciple of Nanzhu Peak, recommended by Cheng Danqing, and the peak master nodded."
Shizuo Weng closed his eyes and murmured: "Nanzhu Peak. Are you a handyman?"
Song Yan said respectfully: "Yes, Master Shi."
The air suddenly became tense.
Shizuo Weng opened his eyes, with a gentle smile on his old eyes: "It's not easy, it's really not easy. Learn more this time and become a leather master as soon as possible."
Song Yan was stunned for a moment and said, "Thank you, Master Shi, for your encouragement."
After finishing his words, Shi Zuowen got off the empty ship with the support of his beautiful master's wife.
A group of disciples followed closely behind.
Linglong Valley Strange Beast Club is actually a "large zoo sketching scene". What is rare is that it takes a lot of effort to capture many monsters and imprison them in one place.
Song Yan was arranged in a temporary cave, obtained "painting paper and brushes", and then walked out and devoted himself to the "sketching scene".
Cages of various sizes were pulled back with black cloth, revealing various monsters inside.
There are not only low-level monsters here, but also mid-level monsters.
Intermediate monsters correspond to the fourth, fifth, and sixth levels of Lianxuan among monks.
As for these monsters, Song Yan could feel the unconcealed and terrifying blood all over them just by getting closer. Taking another step forward, he felt as if his throat was blocked and his neck was being strangled. The eyes behind the fence made him feel trembling.
He was so "scared" that he collapsed, and then he went to the low-level monster again.
There is nothing inconsistent about this scene.
Everyone thinks this should be the case.
Song Yan came to a bird monster that was half the height of a man. The bird monster's gray feathers were like iron. When it flapped, it would make a sharp metallic sound of "clucking". A pair of bird eyes stared straight at him, with twinkling lights inside. With greed and bloodthirsty color.
Song Yan glanced at the sign next to it: Iron Feather Sparrow, a third-level monster that likes to eat people.
He moved a chair and sat down, observing Iron Feather Sparrow, while silently focusing his attention on "Skin Painting" in the "Spells" column.
‘Invest a month and use the iron-feathered bird in front of you as an opportunity to comprehend the Art of Painting Skin. ’
(End of this chapter)