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

Chapter 99 98. The wind and thunder rise, and the trapped dragons enter the sea (3.3K words - please subscribe)

A few days later.

"Chang Bai, you will stay in this house temporarily from now on. If you have any needs, please tell your servants that your senior brothers will live in the small courtyard next door."

The head of the royal family of Nanwu personally led Song Yan and arranged a place for him to stay.

Song Yan is not completely unfamiliar with this Wang family.

The old man Wang who was next to Mr. Su San before was the person with the highest martial arts skills in the Wang family, and he was the same as the old man.

But in the battle with Cihu, the Su family lost their ancestor, and the Wang family lost their old man.

However, the Wang family is still the Beidou in the South Wu Jianghu, and this time it is also receiving special care from the evil people in the North.

Jianghu, to a certain extent, is the periphery of the sect. On the other hand, it is also the hardest bone embedded in the dynasty.

Song Yan stayed.

Not long after, brothers and sisters from next door came to meet.

Everyone exchanged greetings for a while, and suddenly a female disciple with an upright face stepped forward and saluted directly: "Senior Brother Bai, Junior Sister has not returned to the sect for a long time. I wonder if Senior Sister Su Tangyu is okay?"

Song Yan recalled briefly and recalled that "Su Tangyu" was Bai Xiuhu's former Taoist monk. He died tragically at the hands of a disciple of the Puppet Sect when he first went out. At that time, Bai Xiuhu was so frightened that he turned around and ran away.

As soon as he finished speaking, a male disciple next to him said: "Junior Sister Xiaojiu, Senior Sister Su died in battle last year, didn't you know?"

The female disciple raised her head, took an aggressive step forward, came to Song Yan, and said coldly: "I know, I just want to hear Senior Brother Bai's answer from his own mouth. Senior Sister Su, Tang, Yu, are you okay?"

She spoke every word with a cold glint in her eyes, showing no fear of Song Yan, who had a higher level of power than her.

Song Yan understood instantly.

This girl should be a friend of the Taoist monk Bai Xiuhu. She knew how Su Tangyu died. At this time, seeing that Bai Xiuhu had the nerve to come back, she gritted her teeth and came to charge him.

In fact, let alone this girl, Song Yan also felt that Bai Xiuhu was a scumbag. I went to play a group game with my wife and friends, but when I saw that it was a headwind situation, I sold my wife and friends in a blink of an eye. On weekdays, he still prides himself on being the most loyal, the most sincere person with his friends, and the most honest person.

Therefore, he sighed softly, lowered his head, clenched his fists and said: "I am a white embroidered tiger, and I have a guilty conscience."

After the horoscope fell, the surrounding area suddenly became quiet, and all kinds of eyes with different expressions came over.

A very kind disciple comforted him: "Brother, don't think too much, everyone will make mistakes, just get over it."

"past?"

The junior sister named Xiao Jiu said sternly, "Can the living people get through? What about the dead people? Who can forgive them on their behalf?"

The disciple said: "Junior sister, you have also seen that Senior Brother Bai is like this, he..."

"So what? Can Senior Sister Su Tangyu survive?" Xiao Jiu raised his head, looked at Song Yan, who was half a head taller than her, and roared in a small voice, "Senior Brother Bai, let me ask you, if you do it again, will you still do it?" Escape?"

Song Yan's whole body trembled. He lowered his head. He felt everyone was looking at him. Suddenly, he didn't answer. He squeezed through the crowd and ran away in despair.

Xiao Jiu refused to spare him, and shouted: "I can't even control the sword! I can't make up for my mood! You deserve it! You liar! Big liar!!"

Song Yan couldn't help but sigh: The difference between good and evil is really huge.

He still remembered his shock when he learned about "Master Shi's second successor" from Grandma Fox.

The second descendant of Shi Zuoweng is Wang Susu.

Junior Sister Susu had flirted with Shi Peng before, but when Shi Peng died, she didn't feel the least bit sad. Later, she climbed into Shi Zuoweng's bed and used her "skills" to change her abilities.

In the Demon Sect, how could anyone be so angry over a dead senior sister like Junior Sister Xiaojiu? If you die, just die.

Thinking at this time, Song Yan swung his knife again and stabbed the pig that was pinned on the wooden platform in front of him to death, and then skillfully moved the dragon to absorb the life essence.

When he was done, he went to the river to wash his hands.

During the day, Mrs. Ling practices in the east of the river and only comes here at night.

However, what he said last night still lingered in his mind.

"Insects are very sensitive to breath, and these soul bugs are not only sensitive to breath, but also to the identified soul."

Song Yan turned his head and looked at the shadows cast by the trees east of the river.

He could definitely tell that those shadows were all sleeping soul insects.

That night.

After finishing both cultivation, the two of them lay flat on the bed.

Song Yanhu said: "Tell me, where can I go in five years?"

Just as he finished speaking, a soft voice came from beside him: "You finally asked."

Mrs. Ling put her hands gently in front of her lower abdomen, looked up at the hanging gauze curtain, and said calmly: "I can pick out the soul insects that can identify your soul, and I will destroy them all as soon as you leave.

I know that the powerful Zifu can search through souls. In this way, even if it discovers the Night Candle Soul Insects five years later, it will not be able to find abnormalities in these soul insects.

You and I have indeed reached a fork in the road.

You must go.

But I must stay.

The powerful Zifu of the Pilanjiao Zerg tribe is a mortal enemy for you.

But for me, it is a great opportunity.

After you leave, I will be Grandma Zhu.

I still need to do a lot of things, and I must never let that great power know that I am Hua Linglong. "

Song Yan was also very calm. In fact, after he discovered that "Grandma Fox Shadow Puppet" had nothing to do after wandering around Nanwu Jianmen, he also had the idea of ​​​​going to Nanwu Jianmen.

One is to obtain more advanced spells, and the other is to repair the ancient teleportation array.

These days, others are in Zhudi, but their hearts are in Nanwu Jianmen.

This situation is indeed as Mrs. Ling said: they have reached a fork in the road, a fork in the road where each has his own chance and his own way forward.

Song Yan asked: "Can you give those soul insects to me? Or, do you have a way to control insects, can you teach me?"

Madam Ling said: "The method of controlling insects is not performed by me, but by the powerful thought I fused. You can't take it away."

The two continued to chat.

A few days later.

Song Yan left the Zhudi Secret Realm. During this period, he gained a total of 2746 years of lifespan, and the [Shouyuan] column was [32/17372]. Even if he doesn't make leather for a while, it will be enough for him to use for a long time.

He did not leave any more shadow puppets for Madam Ling, nor did Madam Ling give him any gifts, nor did she make any fuss. Instead, Madam Ling sent him to the entrance of Zhudi in such an ordinary way, and said: "Tao Brother, cherish it.”

He also smiled and replied lightly: "Take care."

Then, the two turned around.

Mrs. Ling looked at the crushed soul worms, and then stood in front of the wooden house that Song Yan had built before. She looked at the pig pens and sheep pens. She wanted to wave the soul worms to kill these things, but she still didn't. Instead of taking action, he turned around and headed towards the east of the river, his eyes blurred, dull and terrifying.

She came from the rivers and lakes, experienced many joys and sorrows of life and death, and her love was also vigorous. Now she has no intention of embarking on this path of cultivating the mysterious. From now on, she will sail against the current. If she doesn't progress, she will die.

More than a month later.

Southern Wu.

In a dense forest, three figures passed each other, but only one remained.

Song Yan directly used the "Hundred-Phase Demonic Body" to swallow the two shadow puppets of "Grandma Fox" and "Fox Demon", and then cast an illusion to turn himself into a white embroidered tiger, then turned around and returned to the Wang family.

After that, he will spend time learning many, many things so that he can become a "real" white embroidered tiger.

Less than half a year later

In the dark night city, in the midsummer rain alley, figures are passing through each other. Every house has its doors closed. The mother covers her child's ears and hides her own heartbeat, hiding under the quilt and not daring to speak.

The city where the Wang family is located is Jianshui Capital, the most important city in Southern Wu.

The battle became more and more fierce, and the capital city now turned into a Shura field at night.

People in the rivers and lakes, enemy attacks are coming one after another, and there are monks from the Demon Sect who dance with their hands, causing sand and rocks to fly, hiding bloody corpses; there are disciples from the Demon Sect holding fox demon shadow puppets, who can transform into anyone and walk around without hindrance; there is a beauty in white He was dancing on the tiles, but his face was bloodless. Only when he looked closely did he realize that he was a paper man.

That night, the wind was howling, the rain was pouring, and sand and gravel were rising from the streets.

The fighting between the monks and the people in the world was going on at the same time.

when!

Dang Dang!

In the distance, several layers of brilliance collided and then dispersed.

A sword cultivator landed on the ground, staggered back a few steps, looked at the brothers behind him, and said in shock: "No, the Demon Sect has sent extra masters tonight, we may all have them."

"What are you afraid of?" Another sword cultivator pointed at the sword without any fear, and said with a smile, "Then take away a few more demon cubs before you die!"

"Together!"

"Then let's fight together!"

Although the realm of sword cultivators who have been tempered by adversity has not improved, their mental state is much stronger, which will make them more powerful when using sword spells.

At this time, everyone gathered together. Even though the rain was falling and the yellow sand and dust were swirling in the air, they felt that their blood was burning.

The swordsmen were about to fly with their swords, but they heard a female voice coming from behind.

"Me too!"

Junior sister Xiaojiu stepped forward with her head held high, as if she was ready to die.

The sword cultivators faced each other with smiles in their eyes.

"rise!"

"rise!"

"rise!"

With firm shouts, the flying sword was unsheathed, and the human sword turned into a rainbow light that penetrated the rain curtain.

But there is no swordsman named Song Yan.

Because they all know what kind of person this "Senior Brother Bai" is, they don't have any expectations for him. No one will care whether he fights or escapes.

Song Yan walked into the heavy rain, looked up at the fighting in the sky, and murmured in his heart, "The time is almost up. It's time to go back. I don't have time to waste any more time here."

The next moment, he took a step forward and roared dullly: "Get up!!"

Keng!

The sword light instantly merged with him, cutting through the rain, rumbling in all directions.

The thick sword rainbow that was far superior to others was flying high in the sky, slashing wildly, and blood bursting everywhere from time to time. Those were the blood of the masters of the magic sect.

In midsummer, wind and thunder suddenly arise.

The white rainbow patrols the sky, as if the trapped dragon has finally gained the sky and entered the sea, destroying the dead and destroying the dead. Gods standing in the way kill gods, and Buddhas standing in the way kill Buddha.

Song Yan was so conspicuous that he was naturally besieged by many magic sect masters, but soon those demon sect masters turned into corpses and were thrown on the street.

The sword cultivators, who were looking at death as if they were dying, also noticed this extremely fierce white rainbow. Their pressure was greatly reduced, so much so that they could stop when they met, looked at each other in astonishment, and asked: "Then Which senior brother came to support? It’s so awesome!”

And the sword cultivator who saw it clearly came over again and said in an unbelieving tone: "It's Senior Brother Bai."

Junior Sister Xiaojiu raised her head in astonishment and looked at the white rainbow that looked like a dragon. Her mood was inexplicably complicated.

The honest junior brother jumped and shouted excitedly, "It's Senior Brother Bai! Senior Brother Bai, he can fly the sword again! His state of mind has recovered.

No, not recovered, but improved!

What kind of heart and what kind of understanding of swordsmanship can use such a White Snake Sword Art? Is this still the White Snake Sword Art?!"