Chapter 34 34. I know your heart, and you understand mine
The sound of the arrival of the four great masters was so loud that the sound of thunder came from far away from the horizon, so much so that Song Yan could barely hear it Some.
He could probably deduce the matter through brainstorming.
Nanwu Jianmen wants to get rid of the big cancer of the Puppet Palace.
The ghost cultivator is also planning to promote the murder of Nanwu Jianmen and Puppet Palace.
That's why the master of the Shadow Puppet Peak, who is a ghost cultivator, would take a half-baked artist like Qi Yao into the inner door and use it as a microphone.
Then after he found an opportunity, he promptly spread the news through the microphone that "the four elders secretly left to fight against the multi-tailed demon fox on the border".
Among them
It is difficult to distinguish between true and false.
You think Qi Yao and other craftsmen would spread lies, but what they spread is true, otherwise Nanwu Jian The door is not stupid, they will verify it in many ways before taking action.
You think what she said is true, but this is actually the design of the four elders of the Puppet Palace.
The four elders of the Puppet Palace rushed back fiercely, but their target was not the Nanwu Sword Gate, but the Shadow Peak Master who was a ghost cultivator in the gate.
But the master of the Shadow Puppet Peak seemed to have narrowly escaped from this murderous situation through some unknown clues, and returned safely to the center of the evil place.
‘It’s too dangerous. ’
Song Yan couldn’t help but sigh.
Many calculations and conspiracies were intertwined, and they all broke out tonight.
He was almost included in these calculations, but he luckily jumped out and escaped, otherwise he would have been on his way to the center of the evil place at this time.
His identity as a ghost cultivator will be exposed.
Of course he can try to use "Condensation Control Mystic Technique" and "Turtle Breath Technique" to make himself look like a dead person. But it is just like a dead person.
Those ghost cultivators are each more cunning than the last. Can they not see the problem?
When the time comes, it’s hard to imagine what consequences there will be.
But Song Yan estimates that this is a soul-searching technique after all. It is impossible to be naive and "fellow villagers meet fellow villagers", right?
He also escaped from the killing situation narrowly and narrowly.
At this time, somewhere outside the main peak of Shadow Puppet Peak, the fighting monks were slowly separating.
Somewhere.
The heroic female cultivator in black robes with red stripes stood with her legs crossed, her long sword pointed at an angle, and heavy snow fell.
A dark 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 Shadow Puppet Peak any longer."
"The Su family has more than me, but not less than me. No matter what I do, no one cares. They want me to die in the Demon Gate, right?”
“There will always be people who care.”
"Who?"
"We will meet."
After the words fell, Qi Yao or Su Yao sighed, then picked up the sword and followed the black shadow towards Nan Wu Jianmen’s camp.
Qi Yao's "Qi" is just because she is the seventh lady, so she changed the sound to "qi".
The night has passed.
The snow also stopped.
Rumble.
The mechanism stone door slowly opened.
The golden sunlight breaks in from the outside along the gradually expanding gap.
Princess, Miss Qiu clenched her fists and looked outside nervously, only to see a familiar man standing in front of the door. Who else could it be if it wasn't Song Yan?
"It's over." Song Yan, who returned to Nanzhu Peak, waved his hand in the distance.
The princess’s expression was unclear whether she was happy or worried.
The same goes for Miss Qiu.
They are still under the control of their infatuated fans. Regardless of their true feelings and false intentions, they do not want anything to happen to Song Yan. But they also look forward to freedom.
They really can no longer survive the days of darkness and being forced to work as a cauldron in the cave all day long.
"Yes." Miss Qiu smiled.
The princess also managed to smile.
After Song Yan informed the two women of the news, he hurriedly went out to investigate the situation.
The entire Nanzhu Peak was also in chaos. Cheng Danqing rebelled, and the senior brother who often went to Qingxi Market to buy monster skins died tragically in front of the mountain gate. Zhang Yin also disappeared. There was a scene of post-war chaos everywhere.
Three days later.
The chaos finally calmed down a bit.
Zhang Yin was also confirmed to be 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 had been attacked by a sneak attack.
The shadow puppet of the blood-blade elk next to him was also covered in blood, and a small part of its body was stuck in the antlers. This all shows that that night, he killed at least two or three Nan A disciple of Wu Jianmen, otherwise there wouldn't be so much blood stains.
Song Yan couldn't help but sigh: 'It's really like a tall man pushing forward, and then he died after pushing it.'
Although Zhang Yin is a standard evil demon, his style is cruel, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. , but it’s still pretty good to him.
He collected Zhang Yin's body, found a beautiful place to cremate him, and then buried the urn in the ground.
Because of the ghost cultivator, "cremating the dead disciples" is a must-do.
Crack.
Song Yan opened another jar of wine purchased from the market and poured it in front of the tombstone.
Looking at the wine seeping into the soil, he whispered: "Senior Brother Zhang, have a good journey. .”
The cold wind started to rise,
and the setting sun in the distance began to roll and climb again with its red evil spirit.
It is desolate and cold, and the snow is still there, covering the Cangshan Mountain, like the white heads of mountains and rivers
Song Yan is silent, he is not sad for Zhang Yin, but has a feeling of "the lips are dead and the teeth are cold, I don't know" A sense of confusion as to where to go.”
In this battle, he deeply felt the importance of "breaking through the realm". But "Learning the Third Level of Mysticism" requires some kind of external object. Without that external object, you can't break through.
The sect's system is strict, and even if he goes to the market, he can't buy that foreign thing. Unless he can go to the market outside the sect. Then there is a glimmer of hope.
Otherwise, he can only wait for time, waiting for others to break through, so that he can follow the breakthrough, so as not to expose the "Remaining Life Dao Fruit" he possesses.
While I was thinking, a familiar voice came from not far away.
“Junior brother, return to Nanzhu Peak quickly, the sect leader is here!!”
Song Yan looked sideways and saw Wang Susu.
Wang Susu was also very cunning, and she somehow survived that night.
He responded and followed Wang Susu quickly.
This sect leader is naturally the sect leader of the Puppet Sect, that is, the leader of the Paper Man Peak, the leader of the five peaks: "Paper Man, Blood Corpse, Shadow Puppet, Mechanism, and Strange Poison".
Zhiren Peak is located directly above Xuan'er, the only two branches of Xuanmai. It has a unique geographical location. The peak owner here is the sect leader.
The other Xuan'er is naturally the center of the evil place.
That place was like ruby and like a river of blood. Even though the three peak masters chased after it, they did not dare to go deep into it.
A paper man stands on the high platform of Nanzhu Peak.
It was a beautiful paper figure. It swayed slightly in the wind and turned into a beauty in white with a shawl and wide sleeves.
“You are low-level disciples in the sect, but you also have profound roots. Maybe some of you will be able to achieve something in the future.”
The beauty in white spoke calmly, but her voice was that of an old man.
“So you don’t deserve to die here.”
“The situation in the gate is not good now. The ghost cultivators are no longer hiding, and the multi-tailed fox tribe marched straight in. Fortunately, we and Nan Wu Jian The door has temporarily reached a truce agreement."
“I have decided that all disciples below the fourth level of Lianxuan shall be dismissed. You shall seek refuge in the mortal dynasty, no matter where you are hiding.”
“Things will get better within five years. Just come back when the time comes.”
After saying this, the beauty in white raised her hand and a box flew out of her wide sleeve.
The box opened with a snap, revealing the dense elixirs placed inside.
The elixir reflected the red light of dusk, revealing a somewhat evil blood color.
“This elixir will promote your cultivation. Even if the profound energy in the mortal world is scarce, it will not cause your realm to fall.
But this elixir is also poison.
If you don't come back within five years, then die outside. ”
“Come and collect them one by one. After collecting them, hurry down the mountain! ! "
The beauty in white said no more, floating up and looking down at each disciple indifferently.
If there is anyone who refuses to eat, it will kill it immediately.
This is sudden. The changes shocked all the disciples
In fact, most of the disciples in Nanzhu Peak came from handymen.
The handymen were robbed. They all have families.
It’s a good thing to be able to go home!
After a while, 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, step forward to get the elixir, and then ate it under the burning eyes of the paper man above his head.
Early the next morning.
A carriage appeared at the foot of the mountain.
The carriage was "brought" directly from the market.
Song Yan was wrapped in a cloak and a bamboo hat. Sitting in the carriage were Miss Qiu and the princess, who were in complex but extremely excited moods.
On the other side, Wang Susu rode out on horseback, and the furnace and cauldron were probably squeezed to death by her.
"Senior sister, do you want to go together?"
"Where are you going?"
"Xishu."
"Xishu? That's okay I won’t go to the place with the least profound energy among the Three Kingdoms.”
"Sister, take care of yourself."
"Take care of yourself too."
Wang Susu clamped the horse's belly, galloped, turned around the valley, and disappeared without a trace.
A few more days
The carriage was heading west, but a dark crow carrying a baggage landed on the roof of the car, took a few steps forward with its paws, and gently placed the baggage At the feet of the royal hand.
Song Yan suddenly turned his head, but the crow had flown away.
The baggage's mouth was open, and there was a letter lying on it.
There is a passage written on the letterhead: I know your heart, and you understand my intention. My mantle will only be passed on to the most suitable person. If you recognize me as your teacher, please kowtow three times in the direction of the Puppet Sect. There is no need to admit it in front of outsiders.
Signed by: Shizuoweng.
(End of this chapter)