Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 249: Mountain Loft
In troubled times, there are many spirits in the mountains.

Even though Fang Xuan and Pu Anyu deliberately avoided the mountains and rivers with abundant spiritual energy, they still encountered a few.

The journey from Jizhou to Haizhou was long, and the two had to walk.

It was not until a month later that they arrived at the ferry crossing closest to the sea island in Jizhou: Chuanzhong Ferry Crossing.

Fang Xuan was familiar with the route, so he found a passenger ship and bought the best cabin for a few taels of gold.

Pu Anyu followed Fang Xuan onto the big ship. It was said to be the best cabin, but in fact it only had a bed and a table and chair. Although it was simple, it did not require them to live at the bottom with the boatmen. The stinky smell of moldy and raw feet was so strong that even Fang Xuan had to use all his energy to seal his seven orifices.

Pu Anyu casually lay on the relatively soft bed, staring at the deck above his head in a daze, and suddenly asked after a while: "Long Jing, do you think we will encounter robbers?
I heard that the boatmen who were out on the water were boatmen during the day and pirates at night. After they killed someone, they would throw the body into the sea and let the strange fish in the sea clean up the scene for them. "

Fang Xuan recalled that he had encountered numerous pirates on his way from Yanzhou to Haizhou, so he asked, "Aren't you known as the Great Sun Master? Haven't you encountered such a thing during your travels in Kyushu?"

Pu Anyu sat up and said with a smile: "Who dares to rob me? I am a bone Shura outside, and they think their life is not long enough!"

Fang Xuan was stunned, and suddenly found that some of his previous experiences in the world seemed to be wrong.

In the underworld, the strong always bully the weak and the strong prey on the weak.

In front of people with bad intentions, you have to show your strength so that they can see your position clearly.

Fang Xuan didn't dwell on this question. Thinking about this trip, he asked, "Where is that tiny thing? You don't want me to help you destroy the entire Haizhou, do you?"

Pu Anyu burst out laughing. "Even if you have the ability, I don't have the guts. Besides, if I don't attack you, you may not be able to defeat Fang Xuan, the leader of the Dragon Whale Army!"

Seeing Fang Xuan keeping silent, Pu Anyu comforted him casually, "Of course, you don't have to feel so devastated. Fang Xuan was able to kill the Buddha Mother, so he might have become a Blood Martial Saint, or even opened up acupoints. At least under the Blood Martial Saint, you are invincible!"

Seeing Fang Xuan looking at him calmly, Pu Anyu said angrily, "In fact, the small thing is in the Deng family, that is, the Deng family in Huaiwu City."

"The Deng family controls a mountain attic. Legend has it that there are secrets about the Blood Martial Saint inside. Every ten years, the mountain attic will be opened, and the Deng family will invite warriors from all over the world to come and help explore it."

"In fact, the most valuable thing in that attic is that tiny object!"

Fang Xuan nodded thoughtfully.

The current sea and continental structure has already undergone tremendous changes.

Among the twenty-one cities in Haizhou, ten cities belong to the Dragon Whale Army, and the remaining eleven cities are the territories of the Haizhou Royal Court Army.

The Deng family of Huaiwu City is a martial arts family that follows Mo Hongyi, the governor of Haizhou. The family's foundation is even deeper than that of the Zheng family to which Zheng Chuan belongs.

Three miles west of Sifang Valley, a strangely shaped, rugged cliff comes into view, looking like a mountain attic.

Deng Lun stood at the foot of the cliff with his hands behind his back. Even though he came here once a month, his eyes were still full of longing.

A martial arts family, any family that can be called a family in the Nine Provinces, in addition to having powerful warriors in the family, also has some things passed down from ancestors, which is also a reflection of its strong foundation.

This attic in the mountain holds the secret that the Deng family of Haizhou has guarded for hundreds of years.

Of course, as the Dayang Dynasty fell into disarray and heroes emerged from all over the country, this secret gradually came into the public eye.

Deng Lun silently calculated the time with his fingers and touched the fine gold key hidden in his sleeve.

Every ten years, when the sun and the moon alternate, the last ray of sunlight will shine on the keyhole of the attic. At that time, with the help of this fine gold key, the attic in the mountains can be opened.

The secret of the Blood Martial Saint is hidden in the attic. However, because there is a powerful monster guarding it, the Deng family invites many martial artists from the martial arts world every year to come and take what they need.

Half an hour later, the moonlight alternated, and a faint curtain of light emerged from the concave and convex parts of the cliff.

Deng Lun used his strong energy to insert the key into the hole illuminated by the light.

"Crack!"

Mountain loft, open!

Hundreds of warriors had already gathered in the mountains, and everyone's eyes became heated at this moment.

Deng Lun waved his sleeves and said, "According to our agreement, you don't have to pay attention to me. Please do as you please!" Someone immediately smiled and bowed to Deng Lun: "Thank you, Master Deng. We won't be polite then!"

The strength of those who came varied, but most of them were at the third level.

Any warrior who has reached the fourth level knows the difficulty of breaking through to the level of Blood Martial Saint, and naturally would not think that such a secret would exist in a small attic in the mountains.

However, some warriors with slightly lower strength are willing to enter this attic to try their luck.

If you can find a good quality martial arts book, it will be a great opportunity on the road of martial arts.

As he was speaking, dozens of figures had already risen up, and the moment they touched the attic door, they disappeared into the light curtain.

With someone taking the lead, more than a hundred warriors in the mountains soon rushed into the attic.

Many of the remaining people looked at Deng Lun. They had followed the trend and now that the opportunity was right in front of them, they suddenly hesitated.

Deng Lun was no longer surprised and said with a smile, "There are indeed dangers in this attic, but there are also many opportunities. I am waiting for you inside!"

After saying that, Deng Lun whispered a few words to several warriors from his tribe around him, then he took a few warriors and jumped into the attic.

In the crowd, Fang Xuan and Pu Anyu looked at each other, and Fang Xuan couldn't help but ask, "Is there any plan in this attic?"

Pu Anyu thought for a moment and said, "I know a lot about this mountain attic, but there are definitely dangers there."

According to previous information, less than 30% of those who entered the mountain attic were able to come out in the end.

But they have all gained a lot, so most people see it as an opportunity.

After all, it is impossible for opportunities in this world to appear in front of you without any danger.

Things like pie falling from the sky may not happen even in times of peace, let alone in times of chaos!
Just when many people were hesitating, the man in white shirt and the girl in yellow skirt flew across the sky and disappeared into the barrier in an instant.

"To enter so carelessly, young people nowadays really don't know how to live or die!"

"Be careful with your words. He is already at the third level of heaven at such a young age. I don't know which hidden sect he is from. Be careful with your words!"

"In this world, there are countless disciples from hidden sects. How can we, the independent cultivators, cope with this?"

Everyone was whispering in private.

The warriors who were not prepared to enter did not leave, but planned to watch the excitement from outside.

Just as people were discussing in the mountains.

A small town outside Sifang Valley.

A man wearing a bamboo hat sat quietly in a teahouse.

A strange aura was faintly visible from them, and it was obvious that they were not warriors from Haizhou.

The leading man put down the tea bowl in his hand and said in a low voice: "We have only one goal on this trip, and that is the cold light silkworm. This is the medicine for the master to refine the elixir. After finding it, quickly retreat and don't entangle with the Deng family warriors!"

Everyone nodded slightly.

Someone asked curiously, "I heard that you are going to become a martial saint. Is that true?"

The leader looked at the man coldly and said, "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Remember your mission. Even if you die, you must die for a good cause!"

The man lowered his head and said no more.

The leader continued, "If you really become a martial saint, we will all be heroes. When the army marches south and captures Jizhou, all the glory and wealth will be yours!"

These people did not notice that next to them, there was an old man holding a bamboo sword. He suddenly smiled, threw a copper coin on the table, turned around and walked out of the teahouse, and his figure disappeared in the town in an instant.

(End of this chapter)