Chapter 10 10. Open the door and kill The next day, Sheng Dazhu and Wen Erniu ran back in dishevel and lost their souls. As soon as they came back, they said, "The mountain road is long. We didn't have time to get back last night. We spent the night outside. As a result, we encountered evil things. The brothers who went there disappeared. Only the two of them escaped back by chance." After the disciples who came to take the shadow puppets knew about this, they just nodded lightly and stopped asking and interfering. The remaining servants were suddenly a little scared when they saw this scene. They once again realized the terrible fact that "their lives are worthless". And at this moment, the new servants officially became old servants. A few days later, when no one went down the mountain, the old servants came out of the hanging room in groups of three or five in the early morning and hurried down the mountain. And these people hurried back in the afternoon, feeling a sense of racing against time and a long sigh of relief. They had some bulging things around their waists or in their arms, which seemed to be weapons. Song Yan took advantage of the early morning to quickly leave the suspended room and head for the market at the foot of the mountain. The journey was a bit long, but it was smooth.
According to the disciple who taught the skills, this market is a low-level market. However, although it is low-level, it looks quite decent. The wooden stilt houses, carts, and stalls constitute a large trading market that looks like a corner of a downtown town. Many sellers were shouting, and weapons, hidden weapons, poisons, and martial arts secrets were the most sold. Many of these sellers were shouting: "If you don't use the things in Xiuxuan, come here to exchange for some good stuff, I guarantee you will be satisfied." And some sellers were sitting in the building with their heads down, not shouting, not talking, just like they were taking a nap with their eyes closed, and on the table in front of them was a small jade plate, with a vertical sign next to it, which read: Take the jade plate to brush. Song Yan went straight to the attic, and when he saw the vertical sign, he took out the jade sign and swiped it. This swipe, mysterious things happened. Lines of information floated in his mind. Obviously, these silent people are the official disciples of the Demon Sect. They must have ordinary goods, so they came to this low-level market to set up stalls. Even so, for Song Yan, it was quite a bit of novelty like Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden. Finished shadow puppets, paper figures, poison talismans, strange medicines, flying swords, and even spells are all bought and sold. The shadow puppets made in the leather workshop are just the initial "shapes". These "shapes" were taken away by the official disciples, and it took time to refine them before they could be refined into usable shadow puppets. The damage rate is very high, even far exceeding the talismans, so the demand for shadow puppets is very large, and the leather workshop also needs so many menial disciples. And in the strange medicine, Song Yan really saw the "crazy fans" mentioned by Qi Yao before. [Infatuation Powder], burn hair or skin dandruff into powder, mix it into the powder, let the target smell it, and it can make the other party fall in love; the weaker the target is, the less powder is needed, and one bottle can be used up to five times; it has limited effect on cultivators at the level of Lianxuan, and the price is: 5 contribution points. As for spells, there are annotations after them. Some have one annotation, and some have two.
One is "This spell is not exclusive to the Puppet Palace, but is obtained from outside." The two have more comments such as "It has been practiced and can be used", "It has not been practiced, but it should be usable", "It is okay for beginners", "It is incomplete, I don't know if it can be practiced". Song Yan's eyes quickly swept through the products in the spell series. He wanted to find spells that hide the breath, or spells such as attack, otherwise he, who is at the level of Lianxuan, would have an empty realm but could not fully display it. He searched one by one and soon found two spells. [Qi-Gathering Technique], a magic spell for practicing Xuan, a popular spell, has not been practiced but can definitely be used, price: 49 contribution points. [Qi-Arrow Technique], a magic spell for practicing Xuan, a popular spell, has not been practiced but can definitely be used, price: 39 contribution points. Obviously, these two spells are very common spells, and they are not secret spells in the Xuan world, but practicing spells also requires time and energy, and few cultivators will spend time practicing these two. The former. You are in the sect, and you have not had time to show yourself, so what is the point of gathering your qi? You are not a great cultivator, so what is the point of gathering your qi? The latter. It seems to be an extremely common and basic attack spell. This can be figured out by imagination alone. The Xuan Qi is stored in the body, gathered, and radiated from the inside out. Isn't this similar to the "Six Meridians Divine Sword"? But the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" is just a martial arts technique, and it belongs to the most basic power in the Xuan world. If you have other choices, who would practice this? However, even though these two spells are common among common goods, Song Yan can't afford them. This kind of spell is not something that a servant can afford. Song Yan glanced at the two spells, then turned and left, went to the mortal stall, and spent 1 contribution point to exchange for some things that bandits traded. Three bottles of "Guben Shendan" to replenish vitality, a bottle of top-grade soul-enchanting medicine "Long Sleeping Breeze", and a sharp dagger that can be called a magic weapon in the eyes of ordinary people. These three things are obviously extraordinary in the world, but here you only need to spend 1 contribution point to exchange them. That day, he hurried back to the mountain in the afternoon. But he saw Sheng Dazhu coming over with a smile, clapping his hands and shouting: "Brother Song, what did you buy?" Song Yan shook the bottle in his hand and said, "I bought some Guben Shendan." When these words came out, the "qualified people" among the errand boys were stunned. Everyone relies on dual cultivation to practice Xuan, why do you still maintain it, is it worth it? Sheng Dazhu glanced at the bottle. Of course, he knew "Guben Shendan", so he smiled and said, "Brother Song is really a good person."
Song Yan said, "Yes, sometimes I think I am very good." Sheng Dazhu ignored him. Turning around, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his lips. Originally, he wanted to eliminate this competitor. After all, they were both "qualified people of the same period", and who knew if there would be competition in the future? To prevent accidents, it is better to eliminate them in advance. But now it seems that this kind of person is not worth his effort at all. Just a waste. He has his younger brother at the foot of the mountain. If he kills this opponent, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. But the other one named Qi Yao and Xu Changjun doesn't seem to be too easy to deal with. Sheng Dazhu frowned, a hint of obscure thought flashed across his eyes, but he smiled again in an instant. At night. Qiu Lianyue, who had been guarding the first half of the night, retreated, and Song Yan fed her a "Guben Shendan". This kind of elixir in the world is really useful for mortals. Miss Qiu felt warm inside, and her whole body was relaxed. She felt sleepy. She was really touched. After all, merchants valued profit over separation. Who cares about feelings? So, even if Song Yan didn't care about her at all, she wouldn't feel strange. However. Song Yan actually did what he said and spent his contribution points to buy this for her. "Brother Song, thank you." Miss Qiu pulled up the quilt, looked at the young man through the twisted red light in the gap, and felt a little relaxed for the first time in her heart. "Go to sleep." Song Yan said. Miss Qiu nodded. After an incense stick of time, her breathing became even. Song Yan climbed down the stairs and came to the bedside. He took out the ecstasy drug called "Long Sleeping Breeze" from his arms, uncorked it, and shook it in front of Qiu Lianyue's nose. The colorless and odorless gas escaped, like a breeze blowing on the body, and entered Qiu Lianyue's body with her even breathing. She slept more deeply. Then, Song Yan took the dagger, took off the clothes stained with his breath, placed it behind the door, and then suddenly opened the door, rushing into the strange red fog outside the door like a ghost. There were countless ghosts in the fishy fog, and they would pounce on life when they saw it, trying to take over. But they didn't care about Song Yan at all, just because Song Yan was a ghost. Song Yan glanced around. There was no one on the lonely cliff that was bustling during the day. He glanced and fell on the suspended room of Sheng Dazhu and Wen Erniu in the distance.
"After a few days, when the new servants come, we will take action again. When we have enough contribution points and become formal disciples, we can go to a better place." "What about Song Yan, Qi Yao, and Xu Changjun?" "One day when they go down the mountain, we will follow them and let the brothers kill them directly. I know that the tests are done in batches. The fewer competitors in the same batch, the more room we have for selection later." "Hehe, it's their bad luck to meet us." Wen Erniu laughed jokingly. Suddenly, she heard a violent and abrupt "clang" sound coming from high above. She was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked: "What's wrong?" But the only answer she got was a cry of pain. In the distorted red light, the Shengdazhu sitting high up seemed to be hit by something terrible, and fell straight down in a dog-eating-shit posture, and the door was already wide open! ! There was a rustling sound in the bloody fog outside the door. Skin, bones, remains, and ghosts rushed in greedily. A deep ghost silhouette stood quietly in front of the door, forming a sharp contrast with the many ghosts rushing in. "No!!!"