The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

A series of events occurred in the martial arts conference venue. As many martial artists were driven away by Fang Xun in advance, the news began to spread rapidly through their mouths.

But no matter how big a turmoil it would cause in the outside world, the martial arts venue on the island in the center of the lake was peaceful.

The sun sets, and a brilliant sunset appears on the horizon.

In the meeting place, one by one, residents of Xiayi Town were carrying lunch boxes and delivering meals to a group of people in the venue. This was also Fang Xun's request.

No one from the eighty-five sects can leave, and their daily meals, eating, drinking, defecating and urinating are confined to the island in the middle of the lake.

No one was so blind as to want to slip away quietly, but such an idea was nipped in the bud as soon as it came into being.

Bai Qingmeng was still extremely quiet. Although she was in a trance, no one dared to try to run away under her nose.

Only the ignorant are fearless, and these eighty-five Yangshen Grand Masters had just recently experienced the terror of the Zhenwu Land Immortals at the cost of suffering physical injuries.

Under absolute power, all little thoughts are gone.

In the wide square, there were still potholes from previous battles.

However, the place here is big enough, and only some areas of the floor are damaged and have holes. In the intact area, you can see tables and chairs neatly arranged.

On top of it was the steaming medicinal food that had just been delivered.

The eighty-five leaders of the major sects who came to participate in this martial arts conference sat obediently at the table, picked up their chopsticks and quickly devoured their food.

At the front, Bai Qingmeng was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and a cushion was sent to her from Xiayi Town.

Fang Xun was also sitting in front of a long table piled with books. He was flipping through one of the books with great interest. He could also smell a hint of ink, as if the book was newly written not long ago.

The eighty-five people below were all ashamed and annoyed when they saw Fang Xun's actions, but they did not dare to get angry. They could only turn their grief and anger into appetite and devour the food in front of them viciously.

After being seriously injured by Bai Qingmeng's move, they were mentally prepared.

Many people even breathed a sigh of relief while feeling sad and angry. After all, their lives were saved. It seemed that Fang Xun had no intention of killing anyone.

They are just some martial arts secrets. Although they are also infuriating, they are nothing compared to the safety of one's own life and the inheritance of one's sect.

Yes, the piles of things around Fang Xun were exactly the true secret manuals and unique skills of the eighty-five major Yangshen sects in the Jiangnan martial arts world.

In the martial arts world, all warriors who have a sect's inheritance are full of sectarianism, even if they are from a very small sect.

On the contrary, some lone masters, such as Qiao Zhengyang, don't care. When they interact with others, as long as they get along well with each other, they don't mind teaching each other everything they know.

No matter how much sectarianism there is, no matter how serious the consequences of leaking the secret manual are, they are not as important as one's own life or the inheritance of the sect.

For example, now, the leaders of the eighty-five sects have gathered together, and are all under house arrest by Fang Xun on the island in the middle of the lake.

When they were first asked to hand over the secret book, they all looked like they would rather die than surrender.

They all know that their martial arts may not be as good as what Fang Xun and Bai Qingmeng have learned, but these are the fruits of the hard work of their ancestors. How could they let outsiders see them?
In response to their attitude, Fang Xun simply let go of all the disciples and elders who had followed them to the meeting, leaving only the leaders of the eighty-five sects here.

This made all eighty-five people feel cold in their hearts. Although Fang Xun did not say any threatening words, this was the biggest threat.

Some of them may not be afraid of death, but they still have concerns about their families and sects.

As time passed, the eighty-five people gradually calmed down, and within less than an hour, the first Yangshen Grandmaster took the initiative to ask for paper and pen and began to write the secret book.

The second and third followed closely. Once the broken window effect began, it was unstoppable.

By the evening, the best martial arts of the eighty-five major Jiangnan martial arts sects were presented to Fang Xun for him to observe.

During the viewing process, you will even proactively ask the cheat provider some questions about the cheats.

This group of people were desperate. They answered whatever Fang Xun asked and even gave him the secret manual, so they didn't care about explaining a few more words.

With the scene swept away in a whirlwind, when the dinner in front of everyone was swept away and the bowls and chopsticks were cleared away by the residents of Xiayi Town, Fang Xun also closed the secret book in his hand in time.

Snapped--

With a slight sound, it immediately attracted the attention of eighty-five people.

"It seems that everyone is in good spirits. You all enjoyed your meal just now. Now that we have finished our meal, it is time to get down to business."

After saying this, Fang Xun waved his hand, and suddenly eighty-five books flew out from the pile on the table. They were all the fundamental internal skills of various sects.

There was no particular order, each secret book flew exactly onto the table of a Yangshen Grandmaster, with just the right amount of force.

Suddenly, some people could not sit still after seeing their sect's unique martial arts displayed so openly in front of the others. A Taoist nun could not help but stand up and said, "My Lord, I respect you and Fairy Bai for your unparalleled martial arts. I have no choice but to let you see the secret martial arts of our Yishan Temple. But what's the point of showing it to others so casually?"

As soon as the head Taoist nun of Yishan Temple finished speaking, another head who happened to be assigned to the Yishan Temple martial arts school also stood up hurriedly.

"Master Liuxia, please don't worry. I..."

However, before he could finish his words, Fang Xun interrupted him with a smile: "It is better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone. If Master Liuxia feels that it is inappropriate to leak out her own true teachings, she can go and see other people's.

"If you exchange your family's martial arts for the other eighty-four families' Yang Shen secret skills, not only will you not suffer any loss, but you will also make a lot of money. Don't you agree?"

Master Liuxia was immediately shocked, but in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people picked up the books in front of them and began to read them.

All of a sudden, more people glared at him.

The idea of ​​these dozen people was very simple. Since the leakage of their own martial arts was inevitable, they had to make up for it from other places.

Otherwise, if everyone else has read the secret manual of your own sect, and you insist on not reading others' for your own integrity, at most you may be praised by others, but what real benefit is there?

In the future, when your sect's unique skills have been thoroughly studied and the flaws have been discovered, if you still insist on being a gentleman, then you are the biggest fool in the world.

They certainly wouldn't expect the rest of the people to be noble gentlemen who would turn a blind eye to the secret book in front of them, but they wouldn't suffer any loss then.

Following the actions of these dozen people, the others also reacted suddenly, and even if they were angry, it only lasted for a moment.

Even Master Liuxia, who was indignant and unwilling to speak at the beginning, began to flip through the book frantically as if seeking revenge.

No matter what happens next, first write down the contents of this secret book in front of you.

As time passed, the square became quiet again, with only the sound of flipping pages remaining.

All those present were Yangshen Grandmasters, and no matter what their temperaments and personalities were, they all practiced martial arts diligently and without slacking off for many years.

When faced with the unique skills of the Yang Shen level, people would unconsciously immerse themselves in thinking when watching the memories, and no one would even copy them completely.

Those who can become the Grand Master of Yangshen have all walked their own path and have their own style.

After getting a book of magical skills, the first thought would definitely not be like that of an ordinary martial artist, who would immediately change the basic skills just because he thought the skills were good.

Instead, they will look for the bright spots in it, learn from its strengths and weaknesses, and see if they can be integrated into their own system.

Fang Xun also smiled after seeing this scene, and looked towards the father and daughter who were still waiting in the viewing room in the distance.

"My dear brother, I have said before that it is better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone. If you don't mind, please come and watch it."

The down-and-out middle-aged man was stunned: "My Lord, can I see it too?"

Faced with the eighty-five unique Yang Shen skills, he was of course tempted, but looking at a group of real masters still in front of him, his face couldn't help but hesitate.

"Of course they can read it. The secret manuals of martial arts are created for people to read. You don't have to worry about them causing trouble. After today, the secret manuals of each sect are probably no longer secrets to other sects, and they won't mind having one more of you."

When Fang Xun was speaking, a group of leaders of major sects were still flipping through the books as if they were seeking revenge. Some were even immersed in thinking deeply about the contents of the secret books and ignored the middle-aged man outside the venue.

After hearing Fang Xun's words, the middle-aged man no longer hesitated and walked quickly to Fang Xun with his daughter.

Looking at the books piled up on the long table, although the sect's internal skills had been distributed to others for reading, there were still various martial arts moves, light skills, hard skills, and other lesser internal skills secrets from other sects.

Both the middle-aged man and his daughter dressed as a man had a hint of passion in their eyes.

There are so many of them, at least they are all the unique skills of masters. I guess there are few people in the world who can resist not watching them.

Fang Xun then said, "I will stay here for a while, so there is no need to rush. You said before that you were desperate and wanted to seek refuge under the king's command. So tell me about your background first."

The middle-aged man nodded after hearing this, shifted his gaze away from the pile of martial arts secrets, took a deep breath, and then spoke.

"So that the Marquis may know, my name is Leng Sanfan, and my daughter Ling Yunbing. Although I am just an unknown person in the martial arts world, my father was the chief retainer of the Huai'an Marquis's Mansion more than two hundred years ago!"

Fang Xun was immediately stunned: "Marquis Huai'an, is it the Marquis Huai'an Mansion where Huiming was born?"

Leng Sanfan nodded: "More than two hundred years ago, before the Marquis' Mansion encountered a disaster, my father was entrusted by Huai'an Marquis to hide his identity and secretly send Huiming, who was only six years old at the time, to the Great Zen Temple!"

Fang Xun's eyes were serious, as if he had heard something.

"So, you know who Huiming is, and the man who is chasing you must also be Huiming. He wants to kill you to silence you?" (End of this chapter)