Chapter 104 103. Coming! (3.0K words - please subscribe)
The sky is awakened, snakes and insects appear together, and the earth revives.
This day is getting closer and closer.
And there are fewer and fewer disciples on Hongye Island.
Under the guidance of Master Ku Ye and Granny Meng, Song Yan became more and more experienced in alchemy, and became more familiar with the treatment of some basic monks' illnesses.
The treatment of these diseases is nothing more than using some decoctions to regulate qi, clear the heart, remove toxins and evil spirits, clean wounds, etc.
Kuye Sword Master tried to introduce Taoist companions to this disciple again. After all, "Lonely Yin does not last long." "Only if one Yang is not born, only two cultivations can last for a long time" is basically the consensus among monks. Unless you are really like the magic sect who keeps using the furnace, a long-term Taoist companion who shares the same goals is very necessary.
But Song Yan always refused.
He is always ready to run away, and the Taoist companion is purely a burden.
If he really wants it, even going to the fireworks place is better than finding a Taoist companion, unless the Taoist companion provides food and accommodation, and can also provide him with a safe place. , just like Mrs. Ling before.
The dead leaf swordsman was also helpless. Seeing his refusal many times, he had no choice but to give up and not mention it again.
As the Day of the Waking of Insects approached, Master Ku Ye and Granny Meng also began to leave the Bamboo House frequently, sometimes for two or three days at a time
The Bamboo House was naturally left to Song Yan.
Sometimes, injured disciples come in a hurry to seek treatment from the Kuye Swordsman, but Song Yan always helps to deal with it, and the results are exactly the same. The dead leaf swordsman quietly looked at it twice and then gave up completely.
This day, late at night
Song Yan was lying on his side on the cave as usual.
Tonight, the dead leaf swordsman did not come back again.
He was guarding the bamboo house again.
There was mist outside the window, the shallow waves of the misty sea were lapping, and the house was still filled with a faint scent of herbs.
Suddenly, the rustling sound of falling rain came from the roof first, and then the sound of falling rain came from the roof. Taking flowers, plants, trees, leaves, water and rocks as the source, the interlaced ripples of sound are spread out.
Although he was just a fake identity, his life on Hongye Island was far more peaceful than at Nanzhu Peak.
The old arrogance of the Dead Leaf Sword Master would never appear in the Puppet Sect
Su Yao's cold and silly temperament is also unique to Zhengdao.
And those One by one, the disciples who were brave enough to die and were going to the front line would not be seen in the Puppet Sect
Song Yan turned over and closed his eyes to sleep.
After squinting for a moment while holding a stick of incense, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.
Song Yan opened his eyes, quickly put on his clothes and went to open the door.
With a creak, the door opened
A female cultivator's urgent voice came from outside the courtyard: "Sword Master, Sword Master, please save Senior Sister, please!"
Song Yan heard the voice sounded familiar, and when he took a closer look, he saw that the female cultivator was actually the junior sister Xiaojiu he had met at the Wang family before. She was also the junior sister who scolded him the most and mercilessly.
Junior Sister Xiaojiu also looked up and saw Song Yan, her anxious expression suddenly frozen in the rain.
She has short hair and is not very beautiful. Now her whole body is covered not only with rain but also with blood. Her small boots are also full of filth when standing in the mud.
She was carrying a female swordsman on her back. The female swordsman was already dying, and Junior Sister Xiaojiu herself was obviously injured.
Song Yan sniffed his nose and smelled a pungent and rancid smell of blood. Others might not recognize it, but he knew it was the smell of evil spirits.
“Come in.”
Song Yan said, "Teacher is not here, I am in charge of this place."
Junior Sister Xiaojiu finally realized what she was doing, and hurriedly said "Oh", then hurriedly entered with the female sword cultivator on her back, and followed Song Yan's instructions to place the On a healing bed.
Song Yan asked for a while, and then quickly took the pre-prepared elixir for detoxification and evil spirits and drank it for the two of them. Then Junior Sister Xiaojiu sat aside, and he quickly helped the woman The swordsman treats the wound.
Some of the wounds were on the chest and abdomen, but he could avoid them at all times without any idea of taking advantage.
After a busy period, the female swordsman's breathing calmed down and her face softened slightly. Junior sister Xiao Jiu also sat weakly but relaxed on the wall of the bamboo house and looked at Song Yan who had stopped. Said: "Thank you, Senior Brother Bai."
After she thanked her, she turned her head away slightly, showing that she didn't want to say any more.
Even though Bai Xiuhu has become more powerful, and has been reused, in her heart, strength and excellence cannot offset her past sins.
Senior Sister Yutang, as well as those fellow apprentices who died because of Bai Xiuhu's cowardice, will never come back to life.
She is very grateful to Senior Brother Bai for his treatment. She can also stand up for Senior Brother Bai, but... forgive, that is impossible.
But having said that, who would care about the forgiveness of an insignificant and precarious little sword cultivator?
"I'll go outside and wait."
Junior sister Xiaojiu stood up, gritted her teeth and walked outside the door. Then she found a place under the eaves where no rain had fallen, sat down, and leaned against the Wall, looking up at the spring rain falling on the dense new leaves, pressing down the weeds at the foot of the bamboo fence.
But after sitting for a while, the door opened again, and Junior Sister Xiaojiu felt a dark shadow walk out, and the dark shadow sat beside her.
She subconsciously looked sideways and saw that it was a white embroidered tiger. She hesitated to speak, but in the end she closed her eyes and was speechless.
Song Yan took the initiative to ask: "Has Jianshui been attacked on a large scale again?"
Junior Sister Xiaojiu listened to him talking about this matter, so she also opened up the conversation and said: "Yes, Senior Brother Bai killed many Demon Sect monks that time. They also stopped for a while, but a few days ago, I don't know what happened. , a large number of demon monks appeared in Jianshui City
There were flying sand and rocks, and there were many monsters wrapped in shadow puppets and full of evil spirits. The brothers suffered heavy casualties. A few islands can only cure diseases. all places There is already someone there, so I came to look for the Dead Leaf Sword Master behind my senior sister’s back.”
Song Yan said with a smile, “You didn’t expect to meet such a nuisance like me, did you?” This hit the target directly. Junior Sister Jiu was thinking in her mind, but the latter was startled and waved her hands hurriedly: "No, no, Senior Brother Bai. Senior Brother Bai."
But he said "I don't hate it" against his will. This word is really difficult for her.
While the two were chatting, the sound of rapid footsteps was heard again outside the courtyard gate, accompanied by anxious shouts of "Sword Master, Sword Master".
Song Yan stood up in a hurry and shouted: "Here! The teacher is not here today, I am in charge."
Soon, he saw two swordsmen, a man and a woman, holding a stretcher. There was an old monk covered in blood.
Song Yan quickly welcomed them into the house and treated them carefully.
I was busy until dawn.
Song Yan chatted with these unfamiliar "senior brothers".
A sword cultivator said coldly: "Those demon cultivators must have wanted to build momentum for the battle at Konglan Mountain, so they attacked from all sides!"
Another sword cultivator said: "Devil bastard The most cunning one, trying to distract Senior Uncle and the others! Unfortunately, they were fighting in an away game, and even though they injured many of our brothers, it was not easy for them! I personally killed a kid who was manipulating a paper man. It was so satisfying!”
Another sword cultivator said: “You want to distract the elder uncle? They are delusional! "
Junior Sister Xiaojiu's voice came from outside the house: "You are right, since ancient times, evil has always prevailed over good!"
Song Yan was speechless listening to Junior Sister Xiaojiu's excited and enthusiastic voice.
Junior sister was half-dead just now, but she got excited when we talked about this, right?
But then, his pupils narrowed slightly and he fell into thinking.
He is a person who is extremely sensitive to information.
In the Puppet Sect, if he was not sensitive to information, he would have died countless times.
A leaf knows the autumn, and the cicada wakes up before the golden wind moves. These are common daily operations
During the passionate chat among the passionate sword cultivators, Song Yan couldn't help but recall it.
During this period, he has dealt with many injured Sword Sect disciples, and the situations were all similar. They were all seriously injured after being attacked by Demon Sect disciples.
Sword cultivation is no better than magic cultivation.
Sword cultivator mainly relies on himself and the sword in his hand.
But demonic cultivation is complicated. There are all kinds of puppets and all kinds of despicable methods, which are difficult to guard against.
In a head-to-head confrontation, the magic cultivator will definitely suffer.
But this kind of street fighting and sneak attack took the sword cultivator for a long time, and it was very likely that he just destroyed the demon cultivator's puppet.
No one knows this better than Song Yan.
After all, this is how Grandma Fox killed his puppet and brought his puppet into the treasure house, and then caused the A series of murders occurred.
Because of this, he has a very good understanding of the nature of the "Demon Disciple".
Sneak attacks are possible, but it is impossible for the disciples of the Demon Sect to do this kind of thing of "killing one thousand enemies and damaging oneself eight hundred."
In this type of fighting with a high death rate, Demon Sect disciples will definitely "collapse" faster than Sword Cultivators.
The bamboo huts on Hongye Island were so empty. Song Yan firmly believed that if a sword cultivator died in Nanwu territory, a demon cultivator would die no matter what.
The death rate is so high, but we still have to fight hard.
Picture what?
In the gloom of dawn, Song Yan seemed to be taking a nap, but there was a hint of darkness in his expression.
According to the inference, it is impossible for demon cultivators to rely on "faith" to fight. This kind of "high death rate" Shura field is enough for them all to "play soy sauce and not work hard", so only fools go all out.
But now that they are trying their best, there is a big problem.
Song Yan's eyes narrowed more and more, and he suddenly remembered that Grandma Zhu had reached a deal with the "Double-Headed Pilan Man-eating Insects" group the year before last to find him.
That means that even if the matter of "Grandma Fox stole King Hu's blood" has not been completely exposed, it has become the target of intense tracking, and the matter of "Grandma Fox is looking for him like crazy" has also made him go to the police. At least three tribes including "Voxwolves and Arrogant Insects" were on the hunting list.
This happened the year before last.
It’s been almost two years
Have the two fox and wolf tribes not taken any action?
If action is taken, then is the Puppet Sect still an independent sect today?
Of course, nothing can be found by searching for souls. Only by searching for the souls of people like Gu Huangzi can you know the truth.
Song Yan closed his eyes, made some deductions based on the assumption that this condition was true, and found that the uncharacteristic desperate behavior of the Demon Sect disciples could be explained.
Suddenly, he felt his heartbeat speed up.
On the day of the Jingzhe, there was a battle at Konglan Mountain. Maybe the water in it was much deeper than he thought.
(End of this chapter)