After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect

Chapter 100 99. Don’t ask for secret skills, the skills will come naturally (4.7K words - please subscribe)

A few days later.

On a light snow day, the gloomy sky was filled with sad and sad clouds. A rainbow light passed over the ethereal sea of ​​Nanwu Jianmen. The rainbow light fell directly on the Red Leaf Island, stopped in front of a bamboo house, and then stood outside the door. The front fell quietly.

In the courtyard, the cane chairs were not put away, the medicine shelves were empty, and the exotic flowers and plants were all covered with white.

Song Yan raised his hand, arched it, and said in a loud voice: "The disciple is here again."

A response came quickly from behind the courtyard: "Boy, come on, come on, take the bamboo plaque on the top right side of the entrance to my house and bring me a dried purple crow grass!"

Song Yan walked in quickly, followed his instructions, and took the herbs. When he arrived in the backyard, he saw the dead leaf swordsman still hovering over the medicine cauldron with his sword, busy putting in the herbs, speaking words and frowning.

He raised his sleeve and flicked it gently.

The wind sent grass, and it fell into the hands of the dead leaf swordsman.

The dead leaf swordsman was busy again, then closed the lid of the cauldron, then landed on the ground, dusted his hands, looked at the medicine cauldron slightly nervously, and murmured: "Purple Crow tastes sweet, salty and cold, and can cool the blood. Activating blood, even though the halberd grass is hot, is in the middle, it should be able to cough more smoothly. Cough cough. "

He coughed violently, causing his temples to tremble.

The black hair was mixed with a bit of frosty white hair at some point.

Song Yan saluted and said, "Teacher."

Kuye Swordsman said: "I heard you came out, it's only been half a year, tsk."

The old man stroked his beard slightly, thought, raised his head, and his eyes were like two cold swords piercing Song Yan. At the same time, he said seriously: "Yu Jian, let me take a look."

Just like in the Demon Sect, there is no difference between being reasonable and farting, and the dead person is the unreasonable person; in the Sword Sect, speaking out loud is the same as farting, and a hundred words and a thousand words are not as good as a single view of the sword.

The heart of the sword and the intention of the sword are within themselves, so why bother to distinguish them?

"yes."

Song Yan had really practiced the "Xuan Hua Yi Sword Code", in which the visual sword had already appeared from the clouds, and the sword that belonged to him had long been clear. As for the "White Snake Sword Technique", he was already familiar with it. Can't be any more cooked.

He flexed his fingers, squeezed, and unsheathed the flying sword. The rainbow light merged with him and circled around the bamboo house for more than ten times, until the wind and snow swirled like a vortex on the white lake.

Snap.

After doing this, he landed from the air again, stood back at his original position, and saluted the old man again.

The dead leaf swordsman seemed to still be appreciating the heart and intention of the sword. He closed his eyes and thought for a long time, then opened his eyes and said, "You have realized the final secret method of the "Xuanhua One Sword Canon" when the human sword becomes one.

In this case, you shouldn’t let your excellent skills in sword cultivation go to waste.”

He paused again, and then suddenly said: "The Puppet Sect is so aggressive that the Great Elder has no choice but to challenge Gu Huangzi. The two of them have made an appointment to fight Jingzhe at Konglan Mountain next year.

Time is running out, and the great elder wants to personally teach some of the outstanding young people in my sword sect.

Although your realm is not quite there yet, you are still qualified. I will be your guarantee and let you go see the great elder, okay? "

Song Yan didn't want to see the great elder.

Except for the leader who is in retreat at Luoxia Bamboo Island, this great elder is the strongest master of the entire Nanwu Sword Sect. His illusions can be hidden from ordinary people in the early stage of Jianggong, and even in the middle stage of Jianggong. Even if you look closely, you can't see it. But someone like the Great Elder shouldn't be able to hide it.

Seeing his hesitation, the dead leaf swordsman said with a smile: "You kid, why are you still hesitating about the opportunity that others can only dream of?

Let me tell you, there is no guarantee that the supreme secret of my sword sect will be secretly passed on to a disciple by the great elder this time. "

Having said that, his old god was waiting on the ground.

Song Yan shook his head directly.

If he was really Bai Xiuhu, he would go.

But he is a fake.

Moreover, if you think about it with your feet, if this secret skill is passed on by the great elder, how many people will be watching in the future. Among these people are the seniors of Nanwu Jianmen who secretly protect him, and the Puppet Sect who wants to arrest or assassinate him. Experts, and a lot of bullshit.

In the battle between the Great Elder and Gu Huangzi, if he wins, that's okay. If he loses, then this disciple who has inherited the supreme skill of Jianmen will jump into the spotlight in an instant.

He won't do it.

The Dead Leaf Swordsman said: "Opportunities are rare. You didn't have them if you wanted them before."

Song Yan continued to shake his head.

The dead leaf swordsman asked: "Why?"

Song Yan said: "Disciple is not worthy."

The dead leaf swordsman frowned and said: "Even if you made mistakes in the past, you should have made a breakthrough in your mentality now and you should have come out. Then why not put your mind on my sword sect, slay demons and demons, and carry on the past and open up the future!?"

Song Yan said: "This disciple is already heartbroken. I just want to close my eyes, plug my ears, and seek a peaceful place."

The dead leaf swordsman was stunned for a moment. At this moment, he finally understood the state of mind that this disciple had understood.

Fortunately for him, he was happy before, thinking that Jianmen had a genius who had been tempered by the bitter cold.

But this is not tempered by the bitter cold. This is clearly a complete fall into the extreme state of mind of "being in ecstasy, drunken and dreaming, and no longer want to hear what is happening outside the window."

But once the extreme state of mind is achieved, it is also achieved.

The dead leaf swordsman raised his eyes to look at Song Yan, only to see that his eyes were slightly lowered, and there was no hope in them. He really looked like he had quit the world of mortals.

He couldn't help it anymore and asked viciously: "Are you really not going?"

Song Yan shook his head.

"Are you going or not?"

Song Yan continued to shake his head.

The Dead Leaf Swordsman's lips moved, he hesitated to speak, and finally shouted: "Get out!"

Song Yan saluted, turned around and "fuck off".

But just as he "rolled" to the door, the voice of the dead leaf swordsman came from behind again: "Starting tomorrow, come to my place to make elixirs!

If you don’t practice swordsmanship, you can always make alchemy, right?

It's very quiet here, especially the cemetery behind the house. No one goes there except me all year round.

So, are you satisfied with this? "

There was a bit of excitement and sarcasm in his words.

After all, what bloody swordsman would be willing to farm?

He was also unable to go further due to erysipelas, so he devalued himself and came here to cultivate Xuantian in order to develop some elixirs so that those who came after him would have more opportunities to become stronger, so as not to end up like him, day and night. Suffering from the erysipelas at night.

However, Song Yan paused and said: "Yes, teacher."

When the dead leaf swordsman heard that he actually agreed, he was inexplicably angry. His beard trembled and he paced back and forth. He suddenly sniffed his nose and seemed to smell a burnt smell. When he looked again, he found that the burnt smell came from the medicine cauldron. Comes from inside.

The dead leaf swordsman was furious. He realized that he was being led by this boy and actually forgot about the heat. The more he thought about his tone, he couldn't help but roared furiously: "Go away! Brat!! Bad luck!"

"Yes, teacher."

Song Yan's tone was calm and he left quickly.

He was quite satisfied with this arrangement.

The reason for coming here is to fish in troubled waters. At first glance, Kuye Swordsman looks like the kind of person who was approaching his end in the early Jianggong period. This place is just right for him.

next day

Snap.

The dead leaf swordsman threw out a book and said, "See for yourself, don't take care of my precious flowers and plants."

He didn't even bother to look at Song Yan.

Song Yan took the booklet and saw the four words "Hundred Books of Mysterious Grass" written on the cover. When he opened it again, he saw that the contents were detailed, from "the appearance and medicinal properties of the mysterious grass" to "the elixirs that can be prepared." , all described.

The first one he got was actually a mysterious grass he was familiar with.

【Moonlight grass】: Sweet in nature, it often grows in the highlands of Xuanmai. It collects Xuanqi into its stems and leaves. It can be fried into tea and dried to make elixirs. Its grass is cold-tolerant and hates heat, so it can be planted in winter and harvested in summer.

The pills that were attached later were "Xiao Xuan Ling Dan", "Da Xuan Ling Dan" and even "Xiao Xuan Liquid Pill", which Song Yan was more familiar with.

Turning back further, I saw that "Creepy Grass" and "Purple Crow Grass" were also described.

Obviously, "Hundred Books of Mysterious Grass" was compiled by Kuye Swordsman himself after combining many books and years of experience.

Song Yan was always very patient, so he held the book in front of and under the table beside him and began to study it carefully.

The dead leaf swordsman threw the book to him. After a while, he quietly looked at him with his peripheral vision, but saw that the boy was really reading it carefully, and he really didn't know what to say.

Sword cultivators come to refine elixirs, which is very taxing on one's mind and feels like destroying one's own future.

The dead leaf swordsman sighed in his heart: 'Perhaps it will be fine if this brat gets tired of him in a few days.

Then I will recommend him to the great elder.

After years of isolation, I suddenly had an epiphany, but I got a glimpse of my sword, and realized that the sword and man are one, which is extremely rare.

Such talent and age should not be wasted with me, the old man. ’

Less than half a month later.

Song Yan was not only studying the "Hundred Books of Mysterious Grass", he also began to try to take care of the mysterious field behind the bamboo house in a decent manner.

He took off his silver sword robe and put on his gray miscellaneous clothes for working. He bent down to remove weeds in the secret field of a small hill on the far right side of Hongye Island, and at the same time drove away some demonic birds and rats.

The demon bird is called the "Smoke Bird". It is a low-level demon beast among the low-level demon beasts. It is very weak in strength, but there are many in number. It is often born in the Xuanmai Wetland, lying down at night and emerging in the day.

The demon rat is called the "hole-stealing rat". It is a lower-level demon beast than the smoke sparrow, but it has a special ability: as long as it hides in the soil and does not move, it is extremely difficult to be discovered. Its nature is to lie dormant during the day and emerge at night. It likes to dig holes in the ground and eat all the rhizomes of Xuancao Xuanhua.

These two are basically inexhaustible and belong to the category of "cutting off the weeds and rooting them out, only to be revived by the spring breeze".

The Kuye Swordsman was so tired of being in the Jianggong realm, so he built a "special shed" in Xuantian to plant precious mysterious grasses and flowers, while the rest of the flowers and plants that could be slightly lost were placed outside.

Then, after a while, he started an operation of "killing the demon birds and exterminating the demon rats".

But maybe the Mysterious Flowers and Mysterious Grasses planted by the Dead Leaf Swordsman are quite rare and concentrated, so in addition to these two kinds of monsters, there are actually monsters visiting them.

There are many kinds of trees, all of which are different from each other.

The most amazing thing is a strange thing called "Strange-tailed Shadow Rat".

This kind of weird thing is already an intermediate-level monster. Its favorite thing to do is to "dig other people's fields, eat other people's flowers and plants, and after eating, quietly plant seeds that it got from nowhere, and then dream about its owner." I can take care of these seeds for them and harvest them myself when they are mature.”

Simply despicable!

One time, the dead leaf swordsman didn't pay attention, and a strange thing grew in the field, which made him half angry to death.

At this time, the dead leaf swordsman put down his work again, quietly looked in the direction of Xuantian, and let go of his consciousness

Take a look.

He was stunned.

"Don't run!"

"Stop!"

The dusty swordsman in gray clothes stood in the field, rolling up his sleeves. His sword was driving away the smoke birds. However, there were many smoke birds, falling down like swarms of swarms, and rising up like swarms of swarms, overwhelming the sky.

But since Song Yan was here to take charge, these Yanboque naturally couldn't get any advantage, so they started running away.

Song Yan, on the other hand, was chasing after him with his sword.

The smoke birds fell from the sky, but they still ran away a lot.

Song Yan actually took off with his sword and chased after him, shouting words such as "Stop, stop" as he chased.

"I"

The dead leaf swordsman couldn't help but cover his eyes, he really couldn't see.

In the evening, Song Yan came back from a long day of work. He called Song Yan over again and said seriously: "Xiuhu, your talent should not be wasted here. The past is gone, and what comes is only now. It’s something you should cherish.”

Song Yan looked at him with clear eyes and said: "Teacher, I have already thought about it. You can stay here in Jianggong realm and dedicate your whole life to the descendants of Jianmen. Why can't I?"

The dead leaf swordsman said: "That's because."

His lips were open, thinking that his end was approaching, so he did not continue to say "I have erysipelas", but sighed, and then said with a smile: "Just stay, my garden needs people after all." Take care of.

Otherwise, if the old man passes away one day, all these experiences will be gone.

Instead of looking for a few more disciples at the end of the day, it’s better to just have you.

After all, I am still in the Jianggong realm, and I feel a bit arrogant. I don’t want to pass on what I have learned to some disciples with average talents.

Since you are here, and you are here at this time, it is good that you and I are destined. "

From that day on, the Dead Leaf Sword Master no longer chased Song Yan away, thinking of sending Song Yan to the Great Elder. Instead, he patiently taught him how to identify the properties of medicinal herbs.

Song Yan also studied hard.

In the blink of an eye, another half month passed.

The dead leaf swordsman called Song Yan and said, "Today I will teach you how to make alchemy."

Song Yan looked around curiously.

The dead leaf swordsman asked: "What are you looking for?"

Song Yan said: "Disciple thought there was a book on alchemy."

The dead leaf swordsman said with a smile: "Alchemy depends on the temperature of the fire, and the rest depends on the recipe. As for the formation of the recipe, it depends on pharmacology and test results. Where did the book come from?

Do you think you can practice alchemy by following the book? "

Song Yan said: "Isn't there some pharmacology?"

The dead leaf sword master blushed and said, "I'll teach you how to make fire first. When you can refine Xiao Xuan Ling Dan by yourself, I'll teach you pharmacology."

"Yes, teacher."

Song Yan nodded.

One old and one young, one teaching and one learning.

The old man was eager to teach him with all his heart, but the young man was extremely smart and could draw inferences from one case to another.

Soon it was dusk, and in the blink of an eye the sky was filled with stars.

Fog began to form on the misty sea, and the thin white mist submerged the entire Hongye Island in the depths of the foggy sea. It was difficult to see the fingers when raising one's hand.

The two of them were reluctant to leave, and stopped without finishing their thoughts.

The dead leaf swordsman said: "You learn very quickly. My heart is really bleeding. You talk about your talent, hey. Let's not talk about it anymore."

Song Yan said: "This is just the disciple's choice."

Immediately, he glanced at the "Ordinary Fire Alchemy" that appeared in the "Kung Fu" column on the panel, and the "Alchemy: Xiao Xuan Ling Dan" (entry-level proficiency) that appeared in the [Spell] column, then said goodbye and turned around Leave.

As soon as he returned to the house, he spent 10 years of his life to change the "entry-level proficiency" of "Elixir: Xiao Xuan Ling Dan" into "perfect level proficiency".

Of course, the "alchemy formula" is not a magic spell, and there is no possibility of it mutating due to ghost mystical roots, so that's the end of it.

There is no doubt that "Ordinary Fire Alchemy" is just like the "Xuanqi Guidance Method". They are both "techniques that can be used once you know them." The key lies in the visualization object of the "Guidance Method" and the method used in alchemy. fire.

Different fires have different control methods, and Song Yan only controls the most common "ordinary fire".

Three days later.

Song Yan successfully refined the Xiaoxuan Spiritual Pill, with a 30% success rate.

next few days

Every day that passed, the rate of pill formation increased by 10%, and finally stopped at 80%.

And this is already a terrible success rate.

The Dead Leaf Sword Master makes his own elixir, which is only at this level.

On this day, Master Ku Ye called Song Yan over and said, "You want to learn elixir medicine, right?"

Song Yan said: "Yes, teacher."

The dead leaf swordsman showed a subtle cunning look and said: "Then, I will give you a token. You can go to the library to get it yourself."

"Yes." Song Yan took the token and turned to leave.

The dead leaf swordsman said from behind: "That."

"What's wrong, teacher?"

"If you," the dead leaf swordsman stammered, "find the swordsmanship, technique, etc. that you like, you're welcome and take it back yourself. The janitor of the library is an old acquaintance of mine. Understand. ?”

"I understand, teacher."

Song Yan saluted again and walked away with his sword.

During these days on Hongye Island, he had a fairly clear understanding of the distribution of buildings on the island.

The dead leaf swordsman looked at the escaping rainbow light, stroked his beard, and thought to himself: 'You brat, don't let me down.

In order to let you practice sword practice again, I specially found my nemesis, bowed my head to her, and asked her to put a few secret books in the library next to alchemy and pharmacology.

You brat, don’t lose sight of me! ’