The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 112: The Spiritual Weapon Xiao Li's Flying Dagger
Mojian Peak, a thousand feet high, is originally an ordinary peak in the Corridor Mountains. However, what makes it different from other peaks is that there is a group of swordsmen living here.

More than nine hundred years ago, a peerless swordsman passed by Jiangzhou and was on the verge of a breakthrough, so he chose to go into seclusion at Mojian Peak to achieve his breakthrough.

This retreat lasted for a year. On the day of coming out, sword energy was soaring to the sky that all swordsmen within a thousand miles were clamoring with their swords. The Mojian Peak was imbued with sword energy and turned into a Feng Shui treasure land.

After the peerless swordsman left after completing his mission, a large number of swordsmen flocked to the Mojian Peak and settled there. They used the remaining sword intent to comprehend and hone their own sword skills. This is how the Mojian Peak got its name.

Swordsmen exchanged sword techniques, and as time went on, many like-minded people founded schools here and established the Lijian Pavilion.

More than nine hundred years have passed, but the sword intent left by the peerless swordsman when he broke through has not been obliterated by time.

On the contrary, it is the generation after generation of swordsmen who have meditated here that have made their swordsmanship sharper and even changed the material of the mineral veins on this mountain, producing more rare stones and precious minerals.

As the Lijiang Pavilion gradually prospered, people gathered at the foot of the mountain to form a small town called Tiefeng. Most of the residents were relatives and friends of the sect's disciples from previous generations. There are now more than 3,000 people in the town, and it is very bustling.

After two days of trekking over two thousand miles, Fang Xun brought Dongfang Que and Yan Ming to Tiefeng Town at the foot of the mountain.

Walking on the street, you can hear the sound of blacksmithing.

In this small town, five out of ten stores are blacksmith shops, making various weapons, with swords being the most common.

Outsiders like Fang Xun and his two companions were not uncommon, and most of them came here to forge swords.

Most of them can only commission swords to be made in the town, and only a few are qualified to ask the swordsmiths in the Sword Sharpening Pavilion on the mountain to forge swords for them.

Fang Xun is one of these few people, thanks to Wei Lin.

An elder swordsmith in the Lijian Pavilion had an old acquaintance with Wei Lin. More than three months ago, Fang Xun came up the mountain to ask for a sword, and Wei Lin agreed without hesitation.

On the street, Fang Xun and two other people were leading their horses and walking towards the gate of Lijiange.

Fang Xun and Yan Ming were still dressed in silk shirts, but Dongfang Que changed into men's clothes to avoid trouble, looking like a handsome young man.

Not long after, the three of them arrived at the mountain gate. Fang Xun saw a dozen people from the Lijiang Pavilion guarding the mountain gate and was stunned for a moment.

Usually, there are only two disciples in the post-natal realm guarding the mountain gate.

But today, there was a group of people at once, and the leader had thick eyebrows and a broad face, and his aura was interacting with the vital energy of heaven and earth all the time. It was easy to tell that he was in the Xiantian Tongmai realm.

"The gatekeepers need a Xiantian realm leader. It seems that what Yu Jiaolong said is right. Something really happened in Lijian Pavilion."

Fang Xun was confused, but he did not stop and handed a letter directly to the broad-faced man in the lead.

"I am Fang Xun from Guangling Prefecture. I am here to ask Elder Qiu Feng for his sword. I hope you can help me go up the mountain."

The broad-faced man glanced casually at Fang Xun and the other two.

Dongfang Que had nothing on him and was not wearing women's clothes. Instead, he was wearing a long green robe, looking like a handsome and elegant young man.

Yan Ming was dressed in a grey silk shirt. He was tall and sturdy, with a healthy bronze skin. On his back was a four-foot-long square box, which looked like a sword case.

Fang Xun looked like a sunny and cheerful boy, with a smile as warm as spring breeze on his lips.

The broad-faced man couldn't help but take a second look at the crescent-shaped scimitar at his waist. The blade was engraved with the words "Listening to the Spring Rain in the Small Building All Night".

But it was just a glance. He felt that this scimitar did not look anything special. The broad-faced man just took a look and then looked away. He looked at Fang Xun with difficulty and spoke.

"Brother Fang, please forgive me. Four days ago, the Third Pavilion Master ordered to close the mountain for five days and not to receive any guests. How about staying in the town for a day and come back tomorrow?"

He had seen Fang Xun three months ago, so he knew him.

Knowing that Fang Xun had an old relationship with the elder swordsmith in the sect, although he blocked him outside the mountain gate, he was very polite in his words.

Fang Xun put away the letter upon hearing this and asked curiously, "I wonder if this senior brother can tell me what happened in your sect?"

The broad-faced man nodded and said, "Brother Fang, since you have a history with Elder Qiu, you must know about this matter, so I will tell you first."

Then he told the story in detail, and Fang quickly learned a lot from the conversation.

The broad-faced man's name was Du Chen. His Xiantian Tongmai cultivation was considered a core skill in the Lijian Pavilion. He told Fang Xun the whole story of the third pavilion master sealing the mountain.

Now in the Lijian Pavilion, the first and second pavilion masters had already led some disciples north ten days ago to respond to the heroic invitation from the Chivalrous Alliance.

Only the third pavilion master Su Xingcan and a dozen disciples and swordsmiths at the Xiantian Tongmai realm were left behind.

Four days ago, Su Xingcan suddenly ordered the mountain to be closed for five days. He was forging a magic sword, and it has been three years since the beginning.

The previous closure of the mountain was a critical moment, and all the swordsmiths who stayed in the mountain had to work together to form the sword embryo, which took five days.

The sword blank will be completed by tomorrow, and after that, the sword will no longer need the joint efforts of all the swordsmiths in the sect to temper the blade.

Moreover, at that time, Lijian Pavilion will open some special places for swordsmen who come here to comprehend the sword intent left over from more than 900 years ago, for a period of five days.

Fang Xun suddenly understood what was going on. This turned out to be the advantage that Yu Jiaolong was talking about. The other party used a knife instead of a sword, so he had little interest in this.

Finally, Du Chen looked around again, came up to Fang Xun and whispered mysteriously.

"Brother Fang, you may not know that many famous masters have already arrived in advance. They all came for this magic sword. Among them are Jian Wuyi, who is ranked first on the Dragon and Phoenix Ranking, Xiao Qianfeng, who is ranked fourth, and Yue Liuli, who is ranked sixth."

Fang Xun was stunned again after hearing this, and speculated: "Could they be after the magic sword? Your sect is so generous, you just give away a magic sword like that?" Du Chen smiled and explained: "Of course we won't give it away for free, just to make a good relationship. After the sword embryo is formed, it needs to be tempered. Let the masters fight in the sword fighting arena, use the sword will to temper the edge and awaken the spirit, and let the magic sword choose its own master.

The final winner of the Divine Sword will definitely be one of Jian Wuyi, Yue Liuli, and Xiao Qianfeng. All three of them are from the Thirty-Six Sects. After getting the Divine Sword, they will definitely not be stingy and take it for free. They will also remember a big favor from our Sword Li Pavilion!"

Fang Xun understood immediately after hearing this. He could hear clearly the abacus beads being played by the three masters of Lijian Pavilion even at the foot of the mountain.

The most difficult debt to repay in this world is the debt of favor.

What do you rely on to survive in the world?
Either you have extraordinary strength or you have a good reputation.

It doesn't matter if someone is unwilling to repay a favor you owe them, but your good reputation will be lost. If your reputation is bad, you will run into obstacles everywhere unless you have incredible strength.

Jian Wuyi, Xiao Qianfeng and Yue Liuli all came from famous righteous sects. For righteous disciples like them, reputation was even more important.

Lijian Pavilion only needs to spend three years and some precious refining materials to win their favor, which is a sure-win business.

"I see. Thank you, Brother Du, for clearing up my confusion. In that case, the three of us will come back tomorrow. I would like to see the sword intent left by the senior nine hundred years ago."

"Haha, Brother Fang, I'll treat you to a drink tomorrow when we go up the mountain."

After figuring out what was going on, Fang Xun politely said goodbye, and Yan Ming and Dongfang Que followed closely behind him.

The three of them turned around, and their eyes immediately became puzzled.

'Among the three Pavilion Masters, only Su Xingcan is on the mountain now.'

Not only Fang Xun thought of this, Dongfang Que and Yan Ming also thought so.

In the list of Sanyuetang, the names of the three masters of Lijian Pavilion are all written on it.

And three months ago, Dongfang Que learned something by interrogating Zhao Feiyan: Wei Lin's death was not only caused by Jiang Bie, but also by Su Xingcan, the third leader of Lijiang Pavilion.

A quarter of an hour later, Fang Xun and the other two appeared in an inn in Tiefeng Town.

In a spacious guest room on the second floor, three people sat opposite each other. Dongfang Que looked at Fang Xun without moving his mouth, but his voice was clearly transmitted to Fang Xun's ears through ventriloquy.

"So, Su Xingcan is the only one in the Sword Lie Pavilion who is at the Awakening stage. Brother Xun, do you want to take action today?"

In order to prevent someone from eavesdropping, Fang Xun did not speak. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Don't worry. Although the mountain is weak now, there are many masters who have come to the town from other places for the magic sword. It is not a good time to take action."

He guessed that the matter of the magic sword might not be a secret in a certain circle. Yu Jiaolong knew it clearly, and three masters in the top ten of the Dragon and Phoenix List had already arrived in Tiefeng Town.

"Let's stay here first and do what we need to do. Don't act rashly. Wait until this is over and all the other foreign dragons have left before we take action!"

At this time, Yan Ming suddenly asked curiously: "Xun brother, do you have any thoughts about the magic sword?"

Fang Xun smiled and said, "Let it be."

Dongfang Que and Yan Ming nodded, said something to him and left the room. They planned to stroll around the town and check out the local places.

After the two left, Fang Xun sat cross-legged on the ground and placed "Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building at Night" on his knees.

Suddenly, the blade flashed with light, flickering and emitting a special rhythmic rhythm, as if it was breathing.

Fang Xun glanced at the scimitar, a hint of satisfaction appearing in his eyes.

"Although the material of this magic sword is ordinary, it has spirituality. In this world, magic weapons like the Soul-Chasing Sword are not uncommon, but magic weapons with spirituality are extremely rare. Haha, I just don't know which one is stronger, the spirituality or the magic sword."

Not to mention the Hell Moon Blade, even the Soul Chasing Sword's material and sharpness far surpass those of "Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building One Night", but it definitely does not have this kind of spirituality.

'Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building One Night' Before, Yu Duchen was introverted in front of outsiders, making people feel that he was just mediocre and unable to see any clues. But when Fang Xun was alone, he showed his sharp edge and automatically absorbed the inspiration of heaven and earth to grow.

After the magic weapon becomes spiritual, it can automatically absorb the vitality of heaven and earth to continue growing, without having to worry about falling behind its master.

It is said that some powerful men used common weapons when they were insignificant.

However, as his own strength continued to increase, the ordinary mortal soldier was refined and spiritualized by his own Qi through daily interaction, and finally evolved into a peerless magic weapon and achieved legend.

'Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building One Night' comes from the low-level martial arts world, and it was born with spirituality just by chance.

In terms of material alone, it is very crude compared to the Hell Moon Blade and the Soul-Chasing Sword, but as time goes by, its future potential is endless.

But the current 'Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building at One Night' is still too fragile, and the material will definitely not be able to withstand a battle at the enlightenment level.

So Fang Xun planned to incorporate "Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building at Night" into his own unfinished magic weapon.

He did not have any thoughts about the spiritual sword that was about to come out. Anyway, he already had "Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building at Night", so he just let everything take its course. If he got it, it would be a blessing, and if he lost it, it would be his fate.

After feeling the rhythm of the scimitar, he immersed his mind in the martial arts hall.

The next moment, his figure appeared in the training ground, his eyes looking towards the newest name on the second gate.

[Li Xunhuan, Tongmai, from "The Sentimental Swordsman", to be defeated]

Fang Xun smiled when he saw this: "Little Li Feidao, you don't have to kill anyone anymore."

(End of this chapter)