Chapter 98 97. Can you still make it out? (4.1K words - please subscribe)
Song Yan followed his memory and returned to the cave on Hongye Island.
Compared with the cave-like caves of the Puppet Sect, most of the caves of the sword cultivators are bamboo huts by the water.
At dawn and dusk, the bamboo house will be reflected into the misty sea together with the dawn and sunset. It will become slightly rippled and wrinkled with the ripples, but if the wind calms down, it will become clear again.
This kind of architectural layout was decided by the first headmaster of Jianmen.
The Master intends to tell every sword cultivator that if thoughts arise, there is no need to panic or rush, because it will eventually pass, and the mind will feel like still water again, just like the reflection of the waves seen every day.
As for Piaomiaohai, it is the name of this large inland lake where Nanwu Jianmen is located.
The name "sea" rather than "lake" was also decided by the first generation headmaster.
The master said: "Flowers can hide the world, and lakes can also be the sea. The sword held by the swordsman looks ordinary, but who knows that there is no tiger roaring, dragon roaring, wind and frost hidden in this sword? Zidian? "
When Song Yan walked by the roadside of Red Leaf Island, various thoughts and memories emerged naturally.
In the square entering the island, even though it was cold 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 movement of Qi. Their white clothes were fluttering, and they were very charming. A bit of a worldly feeling.
Even though Song Yan walked by and made some noise, no one opened their eyes, they were just immersed in their own world of cultivation.
Song Yan thought of the Puppet Sect's daily grinding of furnace cauldrons and daily practice in the dark cave, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "The cultural atmosphere between sects is indeed different."
Thinking about it, he returned to the bamboo house, took out the Jianmen identity plate from his arms, flashed slightly, and the door of the house opened.
This is the bamboo house belonging to Bai Xiuhu.
The house was clean, but a little messy. The bed was at the end, and the wooden table was placed under the window. A few rays of morning light still fell obliquely, shining on some rice paper on the table. On the paper, there were many Chinese characters for "sword" crookedly written on it.
The first word "sword" looks neat, but the further you go, the more messy and scrawled it becomes, and in the end it becomes a blurred ghost drawing
A kind of "edge writing" While crying, the feeling of déjà vu appeared in Song Yan’s eyes.
He swept the ground again and found balls of rice paper that had been crumpled into balls scattered everywhere.
Song Yan bent down, picked up one, and spread it out. It still had the word "sword" on it.
After searching his memory for a while, he roughly understood that these words were written by Bai Xiuhu after he escaped for the first time, locked himself in the house, and practiced calligraphy with a feeling of collapse and wanting to cheer up, in order to "write and meditate, Regain your courage.”
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel quite destined.
Leather masters need to be proficient in painting techniques.
Painting the face and painting the skin requires painting the bones. Otherwise, it would be impossible to master it. Now it can be regarded as the core secret technique of the skin master - "The Divine Aspects and One Hundred Controls".
Sword cultivator likes to practice calligraphy.
Use words to calm your mind, make your mind clear, and see your heart.
The word "sword" is written in such a crooked way, which shows how broken Bai Xiuhu's Taoist heart was at the beginning, and the second time he joined the team was actually because of his master's care for him.
Bai Xiuhu is a talented swordsman, and his master hopes that he will "get up wherever he falls," so he is asked to go out on inspection again to fight against the demon sect.
However, Bai Xiuhu profoundly interpreted the true meaning of "where you fall, lie down". The second time, his Taoist heart was completely broken, so he fled madly back to Linwu City in the south, turning into the appearance that Song Yan saw.
The human heart is really strange.
After thirty years of practicing swordsmanship, one thought turned him into a demon.
He thought for a moment and recalled that the white embroidered tiger seemed to have had a Taoist companion, but that Taoist companion seemed to have died during his first escape, which was another reason for his collapse. .
Song Yan quickly cleaned up the house, and then prepared to meet "Master".
The Nanwu Jianmen and the Puppet Sect are completely different in terms of preaching and vocation.
The Puppet Sect is more about "giving you things and practicing by yourself", and the relationship between master and disciple is not that close.
In the past, there was Gu Rufeng who cheated Shizuo Weng and wanted to kill Shizuo Weng. Later, there was Shizuo Weng who cheated his adopted son. As for Gu Huangzi, he made a comeback and deceived his master and destroyed his ancestor. These are the norm.
In the Demon Sect, there is naturally some caution between master and disciple.
However, Nanwu Jianmen is not like this.
The only place where Nanwu Jianmen can obtain the cultivation method is through the "Master".
And "Master" always treats his disciples with a clear mind and no complicated thoughts.
As for the elder Sun of the Sun family whom Song Yan had met before, he was considered a minority in the entire Jianmen, because there were not many people in the entire Jianmen who were good at dealing with others.
Mr. Su San and Elder Sun whom he has met are all among the best.
Most of them are actually similar to Su Yao.
So, if Song Yan wants to obtain the cultivation method, he has to find the master.
He lay on the cave and thought about it all night. At dawn the next day, he strapped on his flying sword and walked to a bamboo hut deep in Hongye Island.
In front of the house, an old man was reading a book while lying on a rocking wicker chair.
You can vaguely see some herbal patterns on the scroll.
This old man is Bai Xiuhu’s teacher, Sun Kuye.
Sun Kuye is from the Sun family. He was not originally called Kuye, but he felt that he was old, just like the red leaves on Hongye Island that withered and flourished every year, so he called himself "Kuye". The sword cultivators on the island call him "Withered Leaf Sword Master" or simply "Sword Master".
Sun Kuye is a master at the Jianggong realm, but it seems that when he was deciding on the "First Middle Palace", the essence and blood he used took a risk, and the remaining poison took hold of him, making his foundation unstable and unsustainable. So it stays in the early stage.
It has been more than a hundred years since he stopped, and he has never been able to break through the middle stage, and he has led waves of disciples, some of whom even became the elders of Rising Stars, but he still has not changed.
So in his later years, he no longer studied swordsmanship, but instead studied elixirs.
If you want to become a powerful Jianggong realm monk, you have to risk taking some Jianggong pills that are not so stable, otherwise you can only take popular pills.
Stable is stable, but much weaker.
"Essipelas" is the calamity of every Jianggong monk.
This can only be seen from the fact that Song Yan died thousands of times while digesting the "blood of the King and the Tiger".
Sun Kuye feels that "cultivating swords by yourself" is just a temporary thing, while alchemy is focusing on the sword sect's thousand-year cause and focusing on future generations of sword cultivating heroes.
Even though he himself has never been able to become a top swordsman, he still feels a bit like "no regrets in this life" when he thinks that someone in the future can reach the top with his elixir recipe.
So, he is currently studying the methods of removing different demon blood toxins in "Jiang Gong Dan".
Hearing the noise, the old man suddenly stood up, but instead of looking at the person, he suddenly turned around and entered the room. Without closing the door, he hurriedly lay on the table, grabbing a piece of paper and writing on it. Drawing, then ran to the backyard, quickly picked up medicine, and weighed it, with the attitude of "when inspiration strikes, do whatever you want."
Song Yan didn't bother, but waited outside.
Jianmen respects teachers and respects morality.
Wait a moment teacher, it’s nothing.
However, not long after Song Yancai waited, the voice of the dead leaf swordsman came from the backyard.
“Boy, bring in two pieces of the thorngrass that was dried outside the door!”
The sudden shout made Song Yan really stunned for a moment.
He quickly glanced at the medicine shelf in the yard of the Dead Leaf Sword Master, as well as the sun-dried medicine with no less than thirty bamboo plaques, and fell into a brief thought.
The information he knew from Bai Xiuhu's mind was only very superficial, and it did not include detailed information such as "Does he recognize the thorngrass?"
If, The dead leaf swordsman was testing him. If he took the thorngrass, he would be suspected.
"Hurry up, boy, don't leave me!" the swordsman urged again.
Song Yan quickly glanced at the bamboo plaques, dug out two pieces of black medicinal materials that looked like tree roots, and quickly walked into the house.
These years, he has not been completely idle. He has also read a lot of miscellaneous books. He recognizes the thorngrass.
He took a gamble on "a gentleman's magnanimity".
Ku Ye Swordsman would not test him like this if he really wanted to doubt him.
Besides, if he said it was what he had learned over the years, would it be surprising?
When he stepped into the backyard, a smell of medicine mixed with the smell of fire hit his face, but he saw a medicine cauldron that was more than half a foot tall in the courtyard, and the firewood under the medicine cauldron was not ordinary wood.
“Cut three qian!” The dead leaf swordsman ordered while flying high with his sword and throwing medicinal materials into the medicine cauldron.
Song Yan hurriedly took the knife on the side, cut a few pieces according to the weight, put it on the scale and measured it, increased or decreased it again, then quickly came to the medicine cauldron and presented it with both hands.
The dead leaf swordsman raised his hand and the wind picked up the three-dollar thorngrass and threw it into the medicine cauldron.
He waved his sleeves again, and the cauldron cover next to him suddenly roared and flew towards Song Yan, making a horrifying "wuwu" sound.
Song Yan did not move.
The lid of the cauldron flew past him and landed on the medicine cauldron.
The dead leaf swordsman descended from the sky and murmured to himself: "Although the thorngrass is an ordinary grass, it can cure men's nightmares about ghost intercourse and convulsions. I planted it in the soil of Xuandi. A lot has been done, but I don’t know if it can be more effective and act as a bit of a confrontation. It would be great if the evil invades and dilutes the soul poison."
When he stopped groaning and turned to look at Song Yan, Song Yan bowed deeply and shouted. : "Teacher."
Kuye Swordsman said: "After staying in Linwu City for a year, your mood is broken and dirty. Can you still come out?"
Song Yan said: "Disciple, I am willing to give it a try."
Ku Ye Swordsman said: "Can't you control the sword? Can't you use the magic?"
If he can control the sword, he didn't row to the island.
If I could use it, I wouldn’t have given him medicine just now.
Song Yan had already thought of a response plan. At this moment, he lowered his head and was speechless. There was a bit of struggle in his eyes. His arms dropped, but his fists were clenched unconsciously and his teeth were clenched.
Seeing his appearance, the Dead Leaf Swordsman's voice was not kind at all, but became more stern: "If you hadn't been away for the past six months and still not lost the reputation of my sword sect, I would have killed you with one sword. I'm sorry.
What's the difference between what you did in Linwu City and the Demon Sect? !"
"The disciple knows his fault and is willing to be punished."
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The dead leaf sword master said: "Then how do you want to be punished?"
Song Yan said: "I would like to stop and think about my mistakes and clean up the island."
The dead leaf sword master said: "Now the invaders are not only The Puppet Sect is more of an evil society in the north. Go to the South Wu River and help the Wang family."
"This"
Song Yan was a little dumbfounded.
His original intention was to be punished and sent to "which building and which pavilion" to sweep the floor.
The colder this pavilion is and the less people pay attention to it, the better. It is best to be a "cold palace" or something like that, leaving him alone to keep it clean, and at most he will soon "retire". The old man would be better.
When the time comes, he has established a firm foothold there, figured out the situation, and clearly seen the terrain, inspection situation, prohibition agencies, distribution of masters, etc., and then he can start to think of ways to plot the inheritance of Nanwu Jianmen. It's over.
In peacetime, he would never have had a chance.
But in this wartime where "it seems peaceful, but the outside is actually riddled with holes", anything is possible.
Even though his "Grandma Fox" shadow puppet has no magic, it still has the power of the middle stage of Jianggong, and the illusion that ordinary Jianggong can't see through at all. If he really has to be patient and dormant and plot something, there is still a lot of hope. .
But the premise is that it is stabilized and no one is watching.
Now, he has said that he wants to be "grounded" and "clean the island", but the dead leaf swordsman still wants to send him out.
However, he did not resist, or directly confront him verbally, trying to make the Dead Leaf Swordsman change his mind with his words. He just said "yes" respectfully, turned around and left the place.
As expected, it is difficult to gain the trust of Jianmen monks based on one identity alone. And even if he believes in you, he won't use you.
When he reached the entrance of the courtyard and was about to leave, the voice of the dead leaf swordsman finally came from behind the door again.
"You have defiled yourself too much in the world of mortals. Go and train your mind. When you find it, come back with the sword."
Song Yan paused, turned around and bowed again, Respectfully said: "Yes."
GUDUGUDUGUDU
In the blood pool at the end of the Demonic Swamp, Song Yan held a jade bottle filled with the essence and blood of the "Demon Crocodile".
When these monsters reach adulthood, they can barely enter the Jiang Palace realm, but most of them can only be regarded as Xuanxuan level monsters.
At this time, the devil-snouted crocodiles formed a circle and watched the strange human being collecting blood and essence. They all squinted but did not step forward because another woman in black robes stood beside him. .
The woman in the black robe has the aura of their innate awe and obedience
Song Yan filled a bottle of "Demon Crocodile" blood.
This blood is for physical recovery. For the human monks of the Three Kingdoms, it may be a very good material for refining Jianggong Dan, but for Song Yan, it can only be classified as "do not take white blood". "Do not take" category.
It's not necessarily true that he would use this blood.
After using "King King Tiger Blood" and "Ye Candle Soul Insect Blood", this blood is already a bit hard to see.
After Song Yan took it out, he threw it directly into the storage bag.
The matter of Nanwu Jianmen gave him quite a headache.
Now, of his two shadow puppets outside, one is guarding the ancient teleportation formation, and the other has begun to go to the Wang family in Nanwu Jianmen to help guard the world.
It’s really like “when things don’t go as expected, what you want is not so easy to get”.
After collecting the essence and blood of the "Devil Crocodile", Song Yan and Mrs. Ling returned to the secret realm.
After finishing the meal, he was about to enter the house and collapse when he saw a "tentacle" sticking out from the darkness.
The "tentacle" touched Song Yan's face and changed again, as if dancing.
Mrs. Ling smiled and said: "They all recognize you."
Song Yan raised his hand, and a Night Candle Soul Insect landed on his fingertips. It flapped its wings, exposed its fangs, and stared at him with big eyes and small eyes.
Song Yanqi asked: "Are they intelligent?"
Ling Fu said: "That's not true, it's just that bugs are very sensitive to breath. These soul bugs are not only sensitive to breath, they are also sensitive to sight. The soul is particularly sensitive."
"That's right."
Song Yan raised his hand and gently lifted it, and the soul insect flapped its wings and flew away again.
(End of this chapter)