Chapter 113 112. The devil's heart is cunning, and the dead leaves are shocked (3.8K words - please subscribe)
Even though the quality of Grandma Fox's essence and blood is only "three tails", Song Yan quickly possesses it after absorbing it. He learned the multi-tailed fox clan’s own talent——illusion.
He possesses illusions due to the Baixiang Demonic Body swallowing Grandma Fox and a demon fox shadow puppet, plus the illusions he cast.
Under the superposition of illusions, he already has stronger confidence.
Even if he faces the scrutiny of the great elder, his illusion will not be revealed.
This reassured him.
The reason why the essence blood of the "Multi-tailed Fox Clan" is chosen as the important "Second Jianggong Blood" is because there is still the possibility of purification, and the unique blood of the "Nightmare Beast" But it doesn't work.
At this time, he has completed the digestion of this battle and even the previous battle.
"Nightmare Beast Blood", "Ice Hell Bracelet", plus the previous "Multi-tailed Fox Blood", made his personal strength increase a lot.
In addition, the situation is also undergoing some subtle changes. At least there are many buffers between him and the Mountain and Sea Demon Clan, giving him both time and opportunity to see the truth.
In the bamboo house, Song Yan opened his eyes and looked at the distorted red light on the distant horizon outside the window and the ripples caused by the energy impact on the sky.
Everything is slowing down.
The Great Elder joins, and Granny Xue restrains herself.
This battle is almost over.
Song Yan turned his hand, took out the storage bag left by the Dead Leaf Swordsman, carefully took out his notes, folded the two pages of letters he had read before, and checked them carefully. , and then put back the middle and back end of the last notebook.
The number of pages, position, and angle should be exactly the same.
After doing this, he began to wait cross-legged.
At this moment, he felt that he had become the real White Xiuhu, an ordinary swordsman disciple with some talent in swordsmanship but a desperate heart, and Song Yan. was the vest he had left behind. .
If possible, he hoped that his peaceful life would not be broken by anyone.
Suddenly, Song Yan seemed to have remembered something, stood up in a hurry, and then began to quickly prepare some healing soup, cleansing soup and the like.
He knew how terrifying that ghost thing was. For monks who have not entered the Jianggong realm, if a wound is opened by an evil shadow puppet, the evil spirit will burrow into the flesh and blood, making it impossible for the wound to heal.
The evil liquid in the retreat hall on Luoxia Bamboo Island is even more terrifying. To put it simply, the Jianggong monk faces the evil spirit just like the Lianxuan monk faces the evil spirit.
Crash.
Chichichi.
Song Yan quickly made the soup.
The fire in front of the courtyard was lit, and the medicine cauldron in the backyard was also burned.
Song Yan was busy here and there, taking medicine, cutting it, weighing it, and throwing the prescription directly on the table.
He was sweating from the work, and the fierce fighting in the distance gradually slowed down as time went by, and by noon it had dissipated and stopped completely.
On the horizon, there were many figures parked inside and outside the array.
They were high up, like the enemy and our troops facing each other across the city wall, seeming to be discussing something and saying something.
From this distance, Song Yan could no longer hear even a single sentence.
However, he didn't care about that anymore.
Because something more urgent and important appeared in front of him, and he urgently needed to solve it.
Many disciples fell from the sky, some were covered in blood, some had pale faces, and some were already dying.
“Senior Brother Bai, Senior Brother Bai!”
"Senior Brother Bai, this way, this way!"
There are many places on the Piaomiao Sea where patients can be treated, but this battle is too brutal, and there are plenty of places elsewhere, so many disciples rush to Here comes Song Yan.
Song Yan hurriedly called all the disciples inside, then took out the prepared evil spirit-cleansing soup, healing medicine, etc., and quickly treated the injured.
Soon, the originally empty yard was filled with temporary beds.
Song Yan checked them one by one, removing evil spirits from the wounded regardless of his own safety.
Many sword cultivators have heard the story of this white embroidered tiger. Now seeing his transformation, they are all sighing. Some accompanied their companions, while others began to take the initiative to help Song Yan bring soup and apply ointment, and joined in the healing process. ranks.
After being so busy, when I finally regained consciousness, it was already evening.
Song Changchang breathed a sigh of relief, raised his sleeves to wipe his sweat, looked left and right, and suddenly asked a sword cultivator beside him: "Have you ever seen Junior Sister Xiaojiu?"
The sword cultivator shook his head, and then looked around again.
A high-level sword cultivator asked loudly: "Has any of you seen Junior Sister Xiaojiu?"
Suddenly, several people spoke.
"When I saw Xiao Jiu, she was on the Moss Island in the northwest corner, fighting with other disciples against the evil shadow puppets who wanted to break into the formation. I remember that they were a group of four-eyed dead vultures."
“I remember that Junior Sister Xiaojiu was injured. She was scratched, and the evil spirit escaped. The wound was difficult to heal and was bleeding. I asked her to retreat quickly to heal the wound, but then I didn’t pay attention to it. "
Song Yan scanned the wound. After one glance, his eyes quickly fell on a female cultivator who was hesitant to speak.
He remembered the female cultivator. When the female cultivator was injured, it was Junior Sister Xiaojiu who brought him to Red Leaf Island.
Song Yan glanced at her.
The female nun raised her head knowingly, looked at Song Yan, was silent for a moment, and then said sadly: "Junior sister Xiaojiu is dead. Now her body is on Moss Island and is being cared for by some disciples. Let’s deal with it after it’s over.”
Ransha’s corpse still needs to be disposed of in time, otherwise it will be bad if a ghost cultivator is raised.
On this point, Nanwu Jianmen has already reached a consensus.
Cremation is the destination of every disciple.
Song Yan was stunned for a moment. He thought that the little girl would be injured again, come to this bamboo house again, and be treated by him again.
After not seeing her for a long time, he thought that the little girl had not come for so long because she was afraid of being embarrassed when seeing him, so she went elsewhere for treatment.
The sword cultivator next to him seemed to feel something, patted Song Yan on the shoulder, and said solemnly: "Junior Brother Bai, Junior Sister Xiaojiu is a real sword cultivator, there is no need to be sad."
Song Yan looked at Xiang Xiu looked at the crowd again and suddenly He cupped his hands and said: "Everyone, please take care of this place. If any brothers come again later, please use the evil-removing soup and healing medicine. I'll go to Moss Island."
"Go ahead. , Senior Brother Bai.”
"Junior Brother Bai, don't be too sad. Everyone is destined to die. Die on the battlefield, die in killing demons. It is really a blessing."
Song Yan handed over his hand again, then took out the flying sword, and used the sword to transform. The rainbow flies away quickly.
After a while, he saw a round island and quickly landed. While searching in a hurry, he was quickly led to a coffin by the disciples guarding it.
The coffin is sealed to prevent evil spirits from leaking out.
Song Yan pushed open the coffin lid, and the evil energy inside rushed out and hit his body-protecting profound energy, making a corroding sound.
"Senior Brother Bai, my condolences." said the guarding disciple.
Song Yan said: "Can you let me and Junior Sister Xiaojiu be alone for a while?"
After that, he said again: "Don't worry, I won't let the evil spirit escape."
The guarding disciple nodded and walked away. When the surrounding area was quiet, Song Yan looked at the little girl lying quietly in the coffin.
Her little body finally calmed down completely. The scars on her face were still there, and there was a deep hole in her heart, which was pecked by the beak of the demon eagle, and the evil spirit was squeaking out from the hole. With.
“I asked you to help me guard the bamboo house, but you didn’t listen.”
“Are you so eager to die?”
“You are really stubborn. Stupid girl."
Song Yan lowered his head slightly.
At this moment, he didn't know what he was thinking, but his eyes felt a little inexplicably hot.
Maybe, these are crocodile tears?
He turned his head to look at the guarding disciple and asked: "When will these corpses be cremated?"
The disciple shook his head, but then said: "It will be in two or three days.
The corpses that can be retrieved by relatives and friends will be retrieved by relatives and friends. If not, the gate will arrange a proper burial in a geomantic treasure place. ”
Song Yan said: "Then can I retrieve Junior Sister Xiaojiu's body? I want to bury her."
The disciple asked: "What is the relationship between Senior Brother Bai and Junior Sister Xiaojiu?"
Song Yan said: "Friend."< br>
The disciple was stunned for a moment and said: "Brother Bai, please come and register."
Song Yan nodded, and after a while, he carried the coffin and walked away. After a long time , landed on a deserted island in the misty sea.
At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the water surface was rustling like rose-red fish scales, showing a sense of sadness.
He chose a highland with good scenery, dug out the tomb, and put the coffin in. Then he opened the coffin lid, raised his hand and gently stroked Junior Sister Xiaojiu's forehead.
A wisp of mysterious tiger spots poked out, and with a gentle tug, a soul was pulled out.
The soul seemed to be feeling something, and looked at Senior Brother Bai in great surprise, as if it was the first time in his life that he had met him, but in an instant he was absorbed into the tiger stripe and turned into a ghost.
Seven days have passed since a person's death, but his soul still remains.
Although this is not an iron law, it is definitely not something that a monk at the Xuan Xuan level can break free from.
After obtaining the spirit of Junior Sister Xiaojiu, Song Yan burned the body with a fire, then raised his hand to call the wind, sent the ashes into a spirit box, then placed them in the coffin, buried them in the tomb, and erected a tombstone. , Letter: The tomb of junior sister Xiaojiu.
On the way back, Song Yan heard a lot of cheers.
“The Great Elder is back!”
“Victory!”
"If the Great Elder has not fallen into the trap, what will happen to the Demon Sect no matter how much it plots?"
"Evil prevails over good!"
He returned to Hongye Island silently.
He remembered that the fox and wolf tribes might still have "supervising troops", and the matter was not over yet.
When Song Yan returned to Hongye Island, the sky was already filled with stars.
The bamboo house was still busy, and Song Yan joined in the busyness.
This busyness continued until the next day.
At dawn, Song Yan, who was "tired" sleeping in the corner of the eaves, suddenly heard the sound of footsteps approaching. He opened his sleepy eyes, first looked at a pair of boots stained with blood, and then looked at When you reach a familiar body shape, and continue upward, you will find the face of an old man.
"Teacher!"
Song Yan woke up with a start, stood up in a hurry, excitedly stepped forward and gave the old man a hug, "Teacher!"
The person who came was none other than the Dead Leaf Swordsman.
The dead leaf swordsman looked at him doubtfully and said: "Follow me."
The two came to the small forest outside the courtyard, the dead leaf swordsman said: "I'll give it to you. Where is your storage bag?"
Song Yan quickly took it out of his arms and offered it to him.
Without saying anything, the dead leaf swordsman rummaged through it for a while. When he saw the two letters intact among the last notes, he was stunned for a moment, and then hesitated slightly. , directly took out the first letter from the note and handed it over.
Song Yan took it doubtfully and read it carefully.
As he read, his pupils dilated, his mouth opened slightly, and then he looked at the Dead Leaf Swordsman in surprise.
Kuye Swordsman sighed, and then said: "Your sword is upright and upright. Even if you are not a member of my sword sect, you are still a righteous monk. How could I have other thoughts?"
Song Yan sighed : "Teacher, I also want to admit it, but I am really not a person who seizes the body as you said."
Ku Ye Sword Master sighed again and said: "You really want to force me to ask questions, And then expose it?
Although your Excellency Suo She knows something about Xiuhu's recent affairs, if it was a long time ago, I'm afraid you don't know anything about it. "
Song Yan scratched his head and said: "If time passes, the disciple may not remember it. "
Kuye Swordsman said: "It's not that I don't remember it, but I don't know it at all. Even if you can give a vague outline, it's impossible. "
Song Yan said: "Since the teacher doesn't believe it, just ask. "
Withered Leaf Sword Master said: "Okay! ”
After saying that, he looked serious, thought for a moment, and then began to ask some questions about Bai Xiuhu's early years.
However, what surprised him was that the man in front of him answered fluently. There were even some things that he didn't know, but when he thought about the situation, it made perfect sense.
Kuye Sword Master did not believe in evil and continued to ask.
But the more he asked, the more confused he became.
I am so confused.
The dead leaf swordsman gritted his teeth and muttered, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it." Immediately, he grabbed Song Yan's collar and said excitedly: "Tell me, you are the one who seizes the body, right? You are the senior of my sword sect." , right? Why don’t you admit it?”
Song Yan smiled bitterly: “Teacher, I really am not.”
Kuye Sword Master let go, distanced himself, and continued. Ask questions.
The more he asked, the more he felt that he had made a mistake.
How could any senior Duo She know about such a long time ago?
After a long while, he let out a long sigh, patted Song Yan on the shoulder, and said, "I know the word 'reborn' today, and you can't deceive me sincerely."
After saying this, he looked at Song Yan with shining eyes. Yan, and patted his shoulder with great joy, and said repeatedly: "Good boy, good boy, I never expected to meet you again in this life. It's really Great!”
Song Yan glanced at Junior Sister Xiaojiu who was “obviously feeling very uncomfortable because of being a villain” in the spirit world, then looked at the Dead Leaf Swordsman intently, and said: “Teacher, you The disciple is also very happy to be able to return safely.”
(End of this chapter)