Chapter 149

"Yes!" In front of the blood wolf monk, Qin Yan did not dare to hesitate. He picked up the stairs, stepped through dozens of stairs, came to the last high level where the ice jade seat was located, and saluted more respectfully.

As he approached, the dark breath spread, and the torches around him seemed to be oppressed by the invisible wind, jumping and swaying, pulling the figures of the master and apprentice like demons. At such a close distance, the eyes of the two can see the deep brilliance in each other's eyes.

"Yan'er, don't be nervous, come to the teacher!"

"Yes!" Qin Yan answered, followed his words, and took another step up all the way to the cold jade throne. The crystal clear jade seat emitted bursts of chill, and his trouser legs quickly condensed a layer of ice crystals. However, even if the opposite blood wolf monk is attached to the throne, his clothes are not strange, which is enough to show a considerable gap in the strength of the two.

The blood wolf monk looked up and down at Qin Yan and suddenly reached out and grabbed his right arm. Although his movements are as fast as lightning, Qin Yan, whose five senses have been greatly strengthened at this moment, does not seem to be traceless. The muscles on Qin Yan's right arm trembled gently, which was the instinct of physical defense. He forcibly suppressed the impulse to dodge and let the blood wolf monk pinch his wrist and let out a trace of true breath to explore carefully.

The true qi released by the blood wolf monk, as fine as a cow, quickly turned around Qin Yan's body and returned to his hand. He put down Qin Yan's wrist, frowned and fell into meditation.

Qin Yan's heart is dark. When the true qi of the blood wolf monk flows in his body, he can only feel an extremely weak point, but the blood gas that automatically protects the body is not aware of this true qi at all. If this true qi is used to plot, don't you have any resistance?

At this time, his face was hot, and he felt that the blood wolf monk was staring at him and quickly tried to maintain a calm expression. The blood wolf monk stared at him for a moment and said, "Ele, are you still annoyed by the Wusheng Pavilion?"

Qin Yan originally wanted to say, "I dare not, Uncle Dugu...", but after raising his eyes to meet the eyes of the blood wolf monk, he swallowed a few words that he wanted to blurt out and nodded gently.

"I came late and made you feel wronged. Don't worry, the teacher will sit at Wangfeng and ask for an explanation for you!" The blood wolf monk's eyes burst into coldness. His right palm stroked the armrest of the jade seat a few times. He only heard a few cracks like ice, and there were already a few fingerprints on the armrest.

"Thank you, Master!" Qin Yan's face showed emotion, but he thought in his heart that in a few months, the cold jade seat will send someone to repair it again...

At this time, his heart suddenly felt that there was something behind him. There was no footsteps, no wind, just instinctive alertness, as if a poisonous snake was peeping at him silently in the dark.

Who is it! Grandma Yan or Dugusheng?

The frightened mood flashed by, and Qin Yan did not show any strangeness. He silently watched the fingerprints on the ice jade seat and tried his best to suppress the impulse to look back.

Without warning, an old voice sounded in the rear: "Since you want to look back so much, why don't you turn around and have a look?"

Qin Yan pretended to be shocked* for a moment, then turned around, lowered his head to salute the man, and called out, "Uncle Yan!"

That man is an old woman in black, with a childlike face and crane hair, holding a dragon crutch. She doesn't look as old as her voice. The most striking thing is her eyes, which are like a deep night sky, with countless deep whirlpools hidden in them, as if they can suck people's souls into them. Qin Yan knew the horror of those eyes, so he dared not have any contact with them. He always lowered his head and made a respectful gesture.

If my guess is true, then Yu Hanyan's dream art is learned from you, right?

Grandma Yan smiled and said, "Kid, you don't have to pretend. All your thoughts now are written in the dark fog outside. Hey! It's not a good thing to be sharp and too sharp!"

Qin Yan's heart was shocked. Grandma Yan's words reminded him that the black fog outside his body could certainly strengthen his perception, but it also exposed his emotions. Like Grandma Yan, a master proficient in spiritual spells, could see through his mind at a glance.

It's hateful that I just escaped from the Wusheng Pavilion and was called here before I could restrain my death...

"Kid, you don't have to worry. I'm not interested in your little thing. However, I can give you a suggestion. With your qualifications, it will be very easy to practice illusion.

Qin Yan showed surprise: "Is Uncle Yan willing to teach me?"

Grandma Yan smiled and said, "It's not impossible for me to teach you, but it is stipulated that everyone can only practice one technique. Since you practiced blood skills, it is particularly graceful to practice imperial art. If you still want to learn dream art, abolish the imperial art first!"

This...let's forget it!

Grandma Yan said lightly, "As the chief, your qualifications are barely enough, but there is still a lack of heart... There is no need to put on that expression, I just say it casually. You don't have to pay attention to it. All right, master, let's get to business!"

What's going on? Do you two need me as a junior to participate in your business?

When Qin Yan was puzzled, he heard the blood wolf monk behind him say in a low voice, "Eun'er, you can stay safe and sound in the Wusheng Pavilion for five days, which shows that your qualifications are excellent. Therefore, judging by the teacher and your Uncle Yan, you are qualified to enter the 'inner door'. Today, I called you to plant the 'inner door mark' on you. With this seal, you are the real member of my disciples.

"Mark?" Qin Yan was shocked and remembered what Yu Hanyan said that day.

"I heard that some sects will use some despicable means in order to control their disciples, such as 'worm elixir', or plant marks in the human body with spells. As their cultivation grows, they will sink deeper and deeper. At that time, life and death will be in the mind of the caster. No matter what they do, they can't help..."

It turns out that there is really this "mark", and they are finally going to attack me!

A burst of panic surged into his heart. In the face of these two famous demons, is there any room for resistance? Can those thirteen delusions of the Golden Lotus Sutra really work? Even if it works, won't you see any signs?

He tried his best to keep his face calm and asked doubtfully, "What effect can this mark do? Will it affect my practice?"

The blood wolf monk smiled kindly: "This mark is not harmful to your body. On the contrary, it will be of great benefit to your practice. Of course, its greatest function is to identify each other among inner disciples, and in many cases, it can avoid some unnecessary misunderstandings. You probably guessed it. Your sister Yuhanyan is the inner disciple of my mother-in-law. When you get the mark, the next time you meet her, you will feel it..."