Chapter 96 95. The good days are over ( words - please subscribe) Pansi Mountain Road, located in the Ten Thousand Mountains, is a small road connecting the southernmost barren land of Southern Wu and the southeast corner of Western Shu, and this is almost the longest distance Song Yan has ever walked. Thinking about it carefully, he has also traveled all over the Three Kingdoms with his own feet. Puppet Sect, Tianyun City, Imperial Capital, Southern Wu, and now he is slowly moving forward on the edge of the territory of the Three Kingdoms like a little ant. The area where Pansi Mountain Road is located is quite high. Even in summer, it still experienced extreme heavy snow weather on a certain night. Such a long road made Song Yan couldn't help but think of walking on the Nanzhu Peak trail when he first came to this world. At that time, I didn't know what the future would be like, and I was panicking now, but it was almost the same. Fortunately, the accommodation environment has improved. From the suspended room of the leather-making chores, to the cold little cave house of Nanzhu Peak, to the independent hilltop of Zhiren Peak, and then to the empty secret realm today. And life became leisurely. From the daily target of "if you don't complete it, you will die", to working with his class partner "Junior Sister Wang" from nine to five, to Xiaoxuan, a shadow puppet, with two apprentices, to the days when he can make leather if he wants, and sleep until dawn if he doesn't want to make leather.
As for life "Huh" Song Yan rubbed his hands and rolled the wooden stick, which was stuck with a whole cleaned snow deer. The deer body was not only blood-free, but also blanched in boiling water and marinated with sauce for a long time. At this time, as the wooden stick turned, the subcutaneous fat "squeaked" and dripped, and the tempting fragrance also spread. In summer, on the top of the mountain, with heavy snow, sitting opposite a beautiful lady eating barbecue together, plus a jar of pure mountain liquor beside him, Song Yan couldn't think of anything more comfortable than this life. Mrs. Ling is not a foodie. She has been eating delicacies and delicacies since she was a child, and she doesn't care about them anymore. Now the fasting pill is just right for her. But seeing that Song Yan liked it so much, he took a deer leg, slowly pulled some meat into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it slowly, and felt that it was nothing special. But Song Yan was very happy eating. It was a kind of freedom that was like being in the sky, with all the shackles broken, and no need to pretend. He watched the snow, ate meat, drank wine, and then got drunk and moved closer to Madam Ling, pulling her clothes and pants with both hands, muttering: "I think about it after I have eaten and drunk enough." Before she finished speaking, Madam Ling said coldly: "Brother Song Dao should focus on moderation, and don't let the word "lust" mess up your mind." Although she said so, she still took the initiative to straighten her body, let her long skirt fall off, and then entangled with Song Yan, but she reminded Song Yan from time to time, so as not to lose his sense of proportion after drinking, attacking recklessly, and ruining his practice. The rustling sound, rolling the heavy snow on the mountain top, the luxurious silk skirt and silk pockets were messed up from time to time, but were quickly sorted out by Madam Ling, accompanied by a few gentle reminders. When the practice was over, both of them were refreshed. Their bodies might be a little tired, but their moods were not lost or empty at all, but calm and peaceful. The dual cultivation method of the Demon Sect is that the person who draws the essence is energetic and hot in his heart. If it is not suppressed, he will always have a strong desire. But the righteous way, although it does not benefit much in terms of energy, is obviously very helpful for the mind. Thinking of the changes that Bai Xiuhu had made after his Tao heart collapsed, Song Yan felt that this sword cultivator really paid special attention to his mind. More than a month later. On the branches outside the Snake Corpse Market, a black crow was dangling - the bodyless phantom crow.
The phantom crow stared at the "ghost market" not far away, which was empty and desolate, with only some empty houses left. The swollen snake corpses under the exposed ground disappeared, and the mysterious energy here naturally disappeared. Snap The branch swayed, and the bodyless phantom crow stood up again, circling around for a while, but did not see a living person! Suddenly, the phantom crow landed gently again, glanced at the fragments of the mysterious gourd hidden under the fallen leaves, and flew away again. Continue to patrol. During this patrol, traces of fighting were found everywhere. In some places, some condensed blood remained. The blood of monks lasted longer, so it still did not disperse. But there was no corpse of a monk. Suddenly, the phantom crow's pupils turned sharply, and fell into a little fire in the forest not far away, and then flapped its wings and flew away. The fire was candlelight, in a wooden house in the mountains. The phantom crow was only halfway through its flight when it heard a hoarse and strange laugh coming from the wooden house, followed by the sound of flags waving. The forest, which was still peaceful a moment ago, was suddenly filled with flying sand and rocks. Trees were uprooted, mud and rocks flew around, and the sky was dark. It was like a whirlpool that came from the sky, enveloping the bodyless phantom crow. A huge purple figure, almost a meter long, rose from the ground and grabbed the bodyless phantom crow. The bodyless phantom crow was like a boat falling into a whirlpool. Even though it was still struggling, it still had no choice but to go to the center. But the huge purple figure was not affected by the wind and sand, and it rushed to the bodyless phantom crow in an instant. The figure was not a person, but a purple corpse with strange hair all over its body, purple skin, bulging eyes, and a swollen body! Of course, the bodyless phantom crow was not a crow, but a puppet. In a flash, the purple corpse's huge hands slammed like a hammer. The bodyless phantom crow flapped its wings and turned over to avoid the attack. Bang! ! It clapped its hands. The bodyless phantom crow barely managed to avoid the attack, but the strong wind caused it to lose its balance again. For a moment, it was like a kite with its string cut, and its head and feet were spinning in the air. The purple corpse continued to grab at the bodyless phantom crow. Seeing this blow, he was about to catch it, but suddenly, the purple corpse stopped moving, and the wind and sand stopped. A few miles away from the top of the mountain, an old man whose whole body exuded a fishy smell was being violently lifted by the neck by a man. The old man looked at the man in shock, forced out a smile with fear on his face, and shouted: "Master Song Song, Master Shu Rao." Click. Song Yan didn't hesitate at all, he twisted his neck directly, and at the same time, he raised his other hand together, tapped his eyebrows, searched for souls, swallowed souls, and formed a dragon.
After a long time, he threw away the old man's body. From top to bottom in the Puppet Sect, no one is innocent. Afterwards, the ghost-faced figure in black robe came from a distance, whirled and landed next to him nimbly. Mrs. Ling said: "All the snake corpses in the Snake Corpse Market are gone, and the market has dispersed. It seems that the Puppet Sect has bloodbathed this place. They are more powerful than we thought." Song Yan looked at the old man on the ground and said: "This is a disciple of the Puppet Sect's Blood Corpse Peak. He is holding a purple corpse. He seems to be a high-level Xuan practitioner. He was sent here to guard because he is old and has no hope of breakthrough." Just now, he was able to quickly detect the bodyless phantom crow and respond immediately. He ordered Zi Zhi to take action, and he flew away with a mysterious talisman, hoping to escape and go back to report the news. " Mrs. Ling said in surprise: "Then it's no longer safe here." Song Yan carefully tasted the information he had just collected and murmured: "Not necessarily." Mrs. Ling looked at him curiously. Song Yan said: "Before the first half of last year, it would have been unsafe, but now, it's okay." Madam Ling thought for a moment and said, "Is the Puppet Sect and Nanwu Jianmen completely at war?" Song Yandao: "To be precise, after the Jin Dynasty swallowed up most of the land in Western Shu, it is now sending its army southward, and the monks from both sides are hiding in the army. Whenever it comes to the battle to attack a fortified city, when the two armies face each other, there will be a duel between generals. Switch to monk fighting. Nanwu Jianmen was retreating steadily, but the Puppet Sect seemed to have discovered something in the north and did not fully deal with the south, so the south still had a little chance to breathe. As for the Blood Corpse Peak disciple, it was only because he didn't want to go to the south to fight and get involved in the disputes that he accepted the mission and came to guard here. " After saying that, Song Yan disposed of the body casually and asked, "What on earth is that snake body? Why haven't you taken it away yet?" Mrs. Ling said: "Grandma Zhu did these, but I don't know yet. Grandma Zhu has taken root here for decades, and she has done many things. But what I inherited from her is just the idea of being a powerful insect cultivator. Now that the Snake Corpse Market has been cleared out, Grandma Zhu's house is naturally empty as well. All I can do is control the secret realm of the Demon Swamp. However, I have only practiced at the third level of the Mysterious Realm now, and the power of my soul is too weak. Even if I have the idea of power, I cannot control two secret realms at the same time. If you cannot control the secret realm of the Demon Swamp, you cannot transfer its entrance. If you want to enter, you can only stay in the surrounding area. I remember that Grandma Zhu went to Zhudi when she was on the ninth level of Xuanxuan before she went to Zhudi. Then I am afraid that I need to reach the ninth level of Xuanxuan before I can start to control the secret realm of the Demon Swamp. " Song Yan said: "There should be a lot of resources in the secret realm of Demon Swamp. You go to see if there is any peeling cream first, and I will go to see the blood pool there. After that, we will temporarily hide in the secret realm around here. After that, even if the Puppet Sect disciples come looking for us again, they won't be able to find us. " From daily chats with Mrs. Ling, Song Yan knew that "if there is no owner of the secret realm, the opening may follow some rules", but if there is an owner, it is completely controlled. The rumor that the "Magic Marsh Secret Realm" opens every ten years and only for one month at a time is just the time for "cutting leeks" set by the herding grandma.
As for a hidden place like the Secret Realm, even though there may be loopholes and may be noticed by others, it is definitely not something that can be discovered by practitioners at the Xuan Xuan level, or even by monks at the Jianggong level, at least not by Song Yan himself. Once inside, it's like jumping into another world. No matter how dangerous it is outside, Song Yan is always in a safe place. Because of the demon aunt's shadow puppets, the "Painted Skin Abnormal Soul Technique", and the "Hundred-Xiang Divine Control", there has really been a qualitative change. This is almost a forcible creation of Song Yan's external incarnation that even the ordinary Jianggong realm can't see through. , it’s really useful. A few days later. "Father, I have figured out that it is not right to escape. The mistakes made in the past should be made up for in the future." "I, Bai Xiuhu, am a sword cultivator once, and I will be a sword cultivator for the rest of my life." In front of Linwu City, the man put his sword behind his back and put on his silver sword robe again. Then he bowed deeply to the villagers here. Then he did not wield the sword, but just put his hands behind his back, with his long sleeves fluttering, and walked out of the city. go. His beautiful concubine also left with him. When they were far away from Linwu City, they quickly headed north. These two are naturally Song Yan's shadow puppets. Along the way, Song Yan plans to explore the secret realm and find the demon blood that suits him. As for the Demonic Swamp, he and Madam Ling had already visited it. There are giant crocodiles everywhere in the magic swamp, and the essence and blood of this crocodile is obviously biased toward "quick recovery from physical injuries" and "increased strength". Although it is not bad, it is not as good as "King Tiger" and "Ye Candle Soul". "Insect" belongs to two tracks. If Song Yan absorbed the crocodile fairy blood, he would be like a hammer in the east and a mallet in the west. Each side would be a little stronger, but neither side would be able to reach its limit. And a "good combination of essence and blood" is countless times better than a "bad" one. Grandma Fox is a living example. She is in the middle stage of the Crimson Palace and can easily defeat her peers. However. The more Song Yan knows about Grandma Fox, the more he feels the horror of the Mountain and Sea Monster Kingdom. He also doesn't know what kind of status the "King Tiger Tribe" plays and what kind of shit it has caused. After all, even Grandma Fox doesn't know. But whether it is him, Grandma Fox, or Madam Ling, they all understand that there are many things behind the "King Tiger Tribe", which are very big and scary. Then again, Grandma Fox is not "Grandma" in the Multi-tailed Fox Tribe. She may just be a "young lady". The domineering title of "Grandma" is far from hers. There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and you don't know how many years you spend. No matter how the shadow puppets outside are trekking around and how hard they are running around, Song Yan is living a life of "interest". Pig pens, sheep pens, horse troughs, cowsheds, chicken and duck nests, and even bird nests were all built, and there were many more beasts on the riverside. However, considering that monsters are difficult to control, there are no monsters here. During the day, Song Yan made shadow puppets, fried some side dishes, and drank some fine wine. At night, he and Madam Ling practiced double cultivation on the bed seriously.
Whether it is for the heart or the body, Madam Ling is a good match. He should not live too comfortably in this little life. Others need to practice every minute, but he can have a longer and longer lifespan as long as he is in a safe place. However, it is only lifespan Half a year later. Night. This night looks no different from usual. In the secret hut, the shameless voices of the two people were heard again. "Mrs. Ling, today I want to start from..." "No! The guidance method says that the posture must be correct, four eyes, two noses, two mouths, two hands, so that the heart is facing the yin and yang, and the law of heaven and earth is followed. It cannot be changed." After saying that, Mrs. Ling lay down very seriously and adjusted her posture. Suddenly, she exclaimed: "No!" But the sound was quickly drowned out. After a long time, Mrs. Ling said coldly: "Don't do it again next time!" "I know, just indulge yourself occasionally." Song Yan replied. Mrs. Ling sat up cross-legged, carefully regulating her Xuan Qi, and then lay down. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, were calm and peaceful, like children, without any evil thoughts. And at this moment, Mrs. Ling suddenly shook her body. "What's wrong?" Song Yan asked. Mrs. Ling did not answer, but her red lips moved, as if she was mumbling something, or saying some complicated and obscure spells, more like the frequency of a strange insect flapping its wings. Song Yan stopped talking and waited quietly. A moment later. Mrs. Ling was already covered in cold sweat. She took a deep breath as if she was drowning, and it took her a long time to calm down. Song Yan came up from behind and stroked her hair. Madam Ling said with a pale face: "The Pilan Jiao insect clan just contacted me. Human communication stones can only be used in places with continuous mysterious energy. But the insect clan has a wider transmission distance, and they are connected spiritually. Before, Grandma Zhu and the Pilan Jiao insect were connected through the spirit, and this contact point was based on the thoughts of the insect cultivator Zifu Da Neng.
Now that I have integrated this thought, the Pilan Jiao insect clan directly contacted me." After saying this, she suddenly trembled, turned her head and looked at Song Yan, and said: "Brother Dao, do you know what this means?" Song Yan said: "I know. This means that the one who contacted you may be a real old demon in the Zifu realm." Madam Ling said in a trembling voice: "It said that the transaction period is only five years left, and it asked if it has found you" Song Yan:. At this moment, he suddenly felt that his good days were over.