The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 291: Magical Instruments Awakening
Magical weapons, different from magical weapons, are a special kind of artifact.

As long as you know how to use it, even if you are weak, you can make the magic weapon unleash its various powers.

Just like the altar for summoning star power before, and just like a few months ago, at the sword-fighting conference in Lijiang Pavilion, Jian Wuyi took out the life-saving scroll.

If you just make it according to the model, it will be easy to create the appearance, but an unactivated magical weapon is just an ordinary object.

After the spirit was awakened, it had all kinds of magical effects, just like Jian Wuyi's scroll, in which his master sealed his own sword intent, and when he took it out in a crisis, he could release the sword intent contained in it.

As for the step of awakening the spirit, one must at least reach the realm of divine will, and specific magical instruments must be used by people who have practiced specific techniques to awaken the spirit.

The activation of the Guangze Pagoda and the small spirit enhancer needs to be done by a Yin Shen master who has practiced the "Twelve Secrets of Sattva".

Yu Jiaolong and Old Man Mo looked at Fang Xun with surprise. Fang Xun had used this Buddhist martial art in the eastern suburbs during the day.

Although they did not understand it, they could feel, just by watching from the sidelines and getting a glimpse of the whole thing, that this was a rare magical skill that directly pointed to Zhenwu!

The ghost-faced man was so generous that he gave it directly to Fang Xun.

When did this happen?

Fang Xun simply explained, "More than half a month ago, he came to me and gave me the Twelve Secrets of Bodhisattva. Yesterday, he came to me again and lent me these two instruments."

Yu Jiaolong suddenly realized something and immediately figured out the cause and effect of the incident in her mind.

"So that's how it is. The Ghost-faced Man has long been planning to deal with the White Lotus Mother. He wants to borrow the power of the palace, but it's inconvenient for him to show up, so he asked you to awaken the spirit!"

After Old Man Mo looked at Fang Xun deeply, he also echoed.

"Yes, the Confucian sect is now searching for the Ghost-Faced Man and wants to kill him as soon as possible. It is indeed inconvenient for him to show up."

"In that case, let's do it without further delay. I will write a letter immediately. You take the letter to my family's fiefdom to find the local governor and summon all the craftsmen to forge the magic weapon as soon as possible!"

After Yu Jiaolong said this, she took out a pen and paper and started writing.

But the delicate handwriting appeared on the paper, and soon filled the entire sheet of paper. Finally, it was stamped with the seal of the King of Yue and handed to Fang Xun.

Fang Xun took the letter, put it away carefully, and took the manufacturing drawings of the small spirit enhancer, ready to set off immediately.

But Yu Jiaolong seemed to see through his plan and hurriedly tried to persuade him.

"No matter how urgent it is, there is no need to waste it tonight. You have fought a great battle today and have not had time to rest. It would not be too late to set off tomorrow morning."

After all, they are helping me, so why would I ask them to leave overnight?
Fang Xun nodded after hearing this: "Then let's set off early tomorrow morning. I'll go downstairs and rest first, and you should rest early too."

"I'm tired too, so I won't bother Zhaoning girl."

Old Man Mo also said goodbye, and Yu Jiaolong watched the two of them walk out of the study together.

She looked at the pile of files on the desk again. They were all official documents that had been piled up for more than a month and now needed her to review them personally.

Originally, this matter was an official business to be handled by a group of civil servants within the palace. She only needed to take a final look, stamp it if she thought it was appropriate, and reject it if she thought it was not appropriate.

But her eldest brother led his troops to attack the palace that day, causing heavy casualties and paralyzing the management. Now she can only do many things by herself for the time being.

On the other side, Fang Xun and Old Man Mo came out of the study and strolled in the palace.

As they passed through the courtyards, everyone was silent.

Only after they entered Fang Xun's guest house did Old Man Mo speak in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Boy, you are the Ghost-Faced Man, right?"

Just for a short while in the study, his doubts grew deeper and deeper.

The other points can be explained away, but there are two that just don't make sense.

The ghost-faced man was very generous and directly gave Fang Xun a Zhenwu-level magical skill.

Fang Xun had mastered this magical skill in less than half a month, and he showed his power in the hills of the eastern suburbs during the day. This was a martial art of the Zhenwu level, and no matter how talented one was, it was impossible for him to be this talented.

Although Old Man Mo was asking questions, his tone was extremely affirmative.

Fang Xun stopped, looked at him and continued walking forward.

"Then you can capture me now and go to the government and the Academy of Scholars to claim your reward."

The Confucian school really wanted him to die immediately, and the various bonuses in the film market, the government's green forest list, etc. were getting higher and higher.

At this point, as long as we find his trace, we will get a unique Yang Shen skill. If we kill him, there will be countless other mouth-watering benefits.

And Fang Xun's words could be considered as an admission.

Old Man Mo smiled and said, "You just like to tell jokes."

And Fang Xun also smiled: "Old man, Zhao Ning is much more considerate than you."

"Oh, what do you say?"

"She just pretended to know nothing, but you wanted to get to the bottom of it and even asked me in person. How annoying!"

"Hey, how do you talk like that?"

The two men talked as they walked, and as they talked the old man said goodbye to him.

Fang Xun returned to his room and immersed his mind in the martial arts hall. He glanced at the names of Yuan Tiangang and Dazhihui on the third and fourth doors.

He won't be able to defeat the two of them in a short time.

The former still needs to continue learning Tianji Feng Shui, while he cannot defeat the latter, even if he is promoted to Yang Shen, he probably cannot defeat him.

However, Quezhou had practiced hard for thousands of years, and his understanding of martial arts was far ahead of his.

Whenever Fang Xun encountered difficulties in his practice, the other party would just give him a few simple pointers and he would suddenly understand.

Now was just the right time for him to translate "The Secret of Immortality" and "Tai Xuan Jing". Thinking of this, he pushed open the fourth door.

Before I knew it, a night had passed.

Dang——dang——dang——

As the gongs and drums of the night watchmen in the city sounded, a hint of paleness appeared in the sky.

In an instant, Jianye City, which had been silent all night, seemed to have regained its vitality. People from every household got up and began to wash, welcoming the arrival of a new day.

It was the day when heavy snow fell, leaving few pedestrians on the long street.

As the sun gradually rose, the Prince of Yue's Palace became lively.

Early in the morning, Fang Xun left the palace in the wind and snow.

After walking a few streets towards the city gate, he could vaguely see a temple on the street in the snow, exuding the scent of incense.

Fang Xun didn't even look at the name on the plaque, and kept on walking without looking around. But when he walked a distance and passed the gate of the temple, he suddenly stopped and looked towards the temple.

What he was looking at was not a temple, but a person.

In the wind and snow, a tall and thin figure strode out, with long hair draped over his shoulders, exuding a sense of unrestrainedness.

In the severe winter, he was only wearing a thin piece of clothing, but his chest was open, as if he didn't feel the cold.

The man had a thin face and eyes as sharp as lightning, but he was also looking at Fang Xun, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Who are you? I didn't see a master like you show up at the ceremony yesterday!"

(End of this chapter)