The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

It is early spring, and all things on earth come back to life, with dots of green scattered all over the place.

But at a glance, there are large tracts of abandoned land and uninhabited villages. Occasionally, you can see a group of people who have left their homes and are heading towards the nearest prefecture or county.

Tie Wuxin, who was standing on the back of the wooden kite and taking in all of this, also had a furious look on his face.

"The Blood Demon Dao really deserves to die!"

All the masters of the Blood Demon Sect came out and a massive killing swept across the land.

Although their main target is still the various martial arts sects, occasionally some disciples will go to remote villages to have a bite to eat.

In addition, the spread of the evil blood-related skills has caused countless low-level martial artists to practice this evil skill and transform into demons to kill people and take their blood.

The three states of Western Prefecture were in chaos. Only after the government and the martial arts sects reacted and took swift action did the bloody disaster subside a little.

However, the three states of Xifu are still in a state of panic. Every day, people leave their homes and flee to other states. The impact of the blood disaster will not be quelled in a short time.

Fang Xun, who was beside Tie Wuxin, was still immersed in the martial arts hall.

He was seen standing in the training ground, seemingly thinking about something.

'After breaking through Zhenwu, I can also see a little bit of the essence of the Martial Arts Hall. All the martial arts characters are indeed created by the Martial Arts Hall using my thoughts.'

When Gong Wuhou's name appeared, Fang Xun did not go to find the other party immediately, but was thinking about everything in the martial arts hall.

When his realm was low before, he couldn’t see anything.

Now that I have broken through to the Zhenwu realm, although I still feel a little confused, at least I can see some things clearly.

In the Niwan Palace, a big sun shines brightly, and the divine energy controls all the orifices in the body.

And Fang Xun can now clearly perceive that there is an infinitely small singularity in the Niwan Palace, and inside the singularity is a cave, which is the martial arts hall.

When he was absorbing Hong Chenxue's insights just now, he clearly sensed a point of spiritual light escaping from the singularity and merging with the divine essence. At the same time, the divine essence separated a tiny bit of thought and was absorbed by the singularity.

"So, this is how martial arts characters are created?"

Fang Xun could only roughly sense a clue. The martial arts hall was located in the Niwan Palace, between existence and non-existence, and looked like something from another spatial dimension.

"Then how is the essence of martial arts characters generated?"

Thinking of this, Fang Xun silently said in his heart: "Absorb Hongchenxue's essence!"

In a flash, the infinitesimal singularity in the Niwan Palace suddenly lit up brightly, and strands of life originated from the singularity and emanated from it, beginning to nourish Fang Xun's limbs and bones, strengthening his essence, energy and spirit.

In an instant, Fang Xun felt that his skills began to rise steadily.

In the outside world, the vital energy of heaven and earth gushed out and rushed towards Fang Xun like a tired bird returning to the forest. Tie Wuxin instantly noticed his change and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Such obvious progress, is this enlightenment?"

Although he was surprised, he did not disturb the other party.

While Fang Xun was absorbing the essence, he was also carefully looking inward at the Niwan Palace. Sure enough, he discovered that the Martial Arts Hall was absorbing the essence of the outside world and fusing it with a bit of his own blood and energy, which was continuously transformed into essence and dissipated.

Before Zhenwu, even he could not perceive this process.

"Since essence is generated in this way, the martial arts characters' belongings are probably generated in the same way."

After figuring out a little about the operating principles of the Martial Arts Hall, Fang Xun calmed his mind and began to focus on absorbing essence.

After about a cup of tea, the rising Qi finally stabilized.

Fang Xun felt it and found that Hong Chenxue's essence increased his skills by about half a percent and made his physique stronger.

After taking a long breath, he looked at the four names that were still lit up in the martial arts hall, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.

"If I absorb that bit of spiritual light while absorbing the memory and perception, and then find a body for this spiritual light to reside in, would that be equivalent to letting a martial arts character appear in the world?"

As if sensing what he was thinking, the plaque on the martial arts hall suddenly glowed with light, and intermittent information was transmitted into Fang Xun's mind.

"Well, it's really possible?!"

Fang Xun was stunned for a moment, but after all the information was transmitted, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

According to the information given back to him by the Martial Arts Hall, this idea is indeed feasible, but it has great limitations.

Not to mention the characters who have been defeated, among the remaining undefeated characters, only Yuan Tiangang could be brought into the world by him.

To do this, Fang Xun must tear apart part of his own soul to carry the spiritual consciousness of the martial arts character and turn it into a spirit, and he must also find a suitable body.

Not to mention that doing so will definitely cause great damage to one's vitality, and there is also the person named Yuan Tiangang who is stuck at the highest level of enlightenment and cannot break through due to special reasons.

Whether it is a figure of great wisdom, half-god or a figure of True Martial Realm, the essence of their spiritual energy is extremely powerful.

Fang Xun would have to tear at least half of his soul apart to carry the spiritual light.

His soul can't stand this kind of torture, and if he's not careful he might develop schizophrenia like Ye Honglei.

Although Yuan Tiangang is extremely talented, his attainments in Tianji Feng Shui are not inferior to those of great masters like Tian Yangzi.

However, due to the limitations of his realm and strength, the spiritual light is not inherently strong, which allowed Fang Xun to take advantage of this loophole.

Perhaps only by breaking through the realm of gods and demons can people in the Zhenwu realm appear in the world.

But this is obviously impossible. Fang Xun can't just leave a bunch of True Martial Realm figures there without defeating them. This is equivalent to completely abandoning the convenience of the Martial Arts Hall.

"Forget it. I've made a lot of money just by buying Yuan Tiangang."

Fang Xun shook his head, stopped thinking about it, calmed himself down, and pushed open the sixth door.

"But it's not that easy to bring Yuan Tiangang to the present world."

White clouds gathered over the clear valleys, and peaks stood in the distance; the rugged stone gates were like incense smoke. When Fang Xun opened his eyes again, he felt like he had come to a black and white ink painting.

The pavilions and towers before my eyes are only in black and white. These buildings are actually made of smoke and ink, the most beautiful in the world.

This is the land of ink and wash, the city of clouds and smoke - the City of Smoke.

"Yan" is homophonic with "jian", and all the people in Yandu are eunuchs who have been castrated.

After Fang Xun took a quick look around, he soon saw a hint of bright red inside one of the houses.

In the lobby, the ten-foot-long soft red on both sides added a different color to the black and white world, and there was a pure and tranquil aura hidden deep inside.

As if noticing Fang Xun's gaze, a red figure walked out from the side door.

The man had a pair of red shoes stepping on the ground, red lips and white teeth, long black hair draped over his shoulders, and a scarlet sword in his hand.

Her skin was as pale as snow, and she looked like a ghost in a red robe, making it hard to tell whether she was a man or a woman.

As the eyes moved, it seemed to bring out a hint of mist that was captivating, and two inches below the right corner of the eye, there was a deep red teardrop mole, as if it was dotted with cinnabar.

Different from the violent and mentally twisted Gong Wuhou in the original novel, the Gong Wuhou that Fang Xun met was indescribably leisurely, and exuded an ethereal and heavenly aura.

Coupled with that beautiful face, Fang Xun's heart was also stirred.

'He's a man, he's a man, he's a man.'

After reciting three sentences silently in his mind, Fang Xun took a deep breath and said.

"It seems that after dying once, your state of mind has completely sublimated. Very good. This way you will not disappoint others."

When meeting him face to face, Fang Xun immediately sensed that the other person was a celestial being with the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

When the ancient goddess Nuwa created humans, a drop of blood fell on one of the clay figures, and the clay figure entered reincarnation and was reborn as Gong Wuhou.

However, this beautiful person who should have blossomed with absolute splendor in his life, had a tragic fate.

He was born with a strange terminal illness, and no matter how many doctors his father sought, there was no improvement.

Later, when he was young, his beauty was discovered by the villains, who faked his death and replaced him with a trade item, and sent him to Yandu.

After this celestial being arrived in Yandu, he was never treated as a human being, but as a precious work of art.

At the age of five, he was castrated and named "Wu Hou", and then locked in a dark attic to practice martial arts and kill.

For countless days and nights, Gong Wuhou spent countless days and nights in darkness and despair, and his personality gradually became twisted and morbid.

And now, Gong Wuhou, who had died once, made Fang Xun feel only tranquility, just like a pool of stagnant water, no matter what happened, it would not cause ripples in his heart.

As Fang Xun spoke, the small building where he listened to the spring rain all night slowly transformed into his hands.

A trace of fatigue flashed across Gong Wuhou's eyes at this moment, and she said with her red lips slightly opened: "I am tired of killing."

But the scarlet sword in his hand was slowly drawn out.

".Then let's make it quick and decisive!"

When the last word fell, there was a sound of "clang" and Gong Wuhouren followed the sword. The sword tip instantly swept in front of Fang Xun, and the speed was extremely fast.

The scarlet sword light was extremely beautiful and sad, but it was also like an antelope hanging its horns, so natural that people could not sense any trace of murderous intent, but it was filled with a biting coldness.

Sword and shoes, red smoke, crossing the Philippine trail——

At the same time Gong Wuhou took action, Fang Xun also moved.

But after a night of spring rain in the small building, the blade of the knife suddenly became bright, and a touch of crimson was revealed, like a brilliant and sad sunset.

The speed was also extremely fast, and in a flash it was bundled into a thin red thread, cutting through the air like a soft thread wrapped around a finger.

Dusk Rain Red Sleeve Knife
In an instant, the figures of the two disappeared without a trace, leaving only the two colors of vermilion and crimson colliding in the black and white smoke.

The ding sound was like the sound of a natural piano, but the song had just begun when a series of crisp sounds emerged the next moment.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding

As their figures moved back and forth, the crisp sound was like pearls falling on a jade plate.

Both were almost reaching their peak, and Zhu Hongjian and Xiao Lou's One Night of Spring Rain were equally matched.

During the fight, sword energy flew everywhere, and after the surrounding buildings were pierced by the sword energy, they actually disintegrated directly into streams of smoke and ink.

In an instant, the city was filled with dark smoke, and the two people fighting didn't care about their surroundings at all.

In less than ten breaths, Xiaolou Yiyeting Chunyu had exchanged more than five hundred moves with Zhu Hongjian.

Ding--

There was another crisp sound, and a red light flashed in Gong Wuhou's eyes, and a vermilion light bloomed from the sword.

A red light flashed by in an instant, and Fang Xun's vision was instantly blocked, and the darkness in front of him turned into pitch black.

Colorless and dark, as clear as a thought——

"It's not enough to just block your vision. I'll let you see what true darkness is!"

Fang Xun's senses were so sharp that even when his vision was blocked, everything around him was as clear as looking at the lines in the palm of his hand.

But when the small building was raised suddenly, a gray sword light burst out, and the smoke turned into a deep darkness.

The vast universe returns to the original state——(End of this chapter)