The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Xing Shanxun was really panicked. As for other things, she was intimidated by Fang Xun's power and could endure even giving the future of the younger generation to him.

But sending Quezhou to the Shiwandashan Mountains to set up the altar, isn't this really a preparation for large-scale brainwashing?
Fang Xun saw her expression and shook his head: "Don't worry, you may not know much about the Communication Forum, so let me tell you about it.

This communication altar was derived from a magical instrument recorded in the practice of Quezhou. It was also the brainwashing secret technique he relied on to defeat the White Lotus Mother!
But we later made some improvements on this basis, deleting the brainwashing effect and only retaining the communication function, so that two people can communicate without hindrance even if they are thousands of miles apart.

Now altars have been set up in various places in Jiangnan. No matter what happens in any place, as long as there is a need, a detailed summary will appear on Zhaoning’s desk within a quarter of an hour.

The Shiwan Mountains are vast and boundless, and are very far away from Jianye City. If we don’t set up a communication altar, management will probably be difficult.”

Xing Shanyan fell silent for a moment. She did have some thoughts in her mind before, thinking that since the emperor was far away, she could allow the Miao people to gain a certain degree of autonomy.

But after listening to Fang Xun's explanation, she felt bitter and could only reluctantly comfort herself.

"This secret technique has eliminated the brainwashing effect, so it is not an evil method."

Of course Xing Shanxun knew that she was deceiving herself, but she had no choice. If she didn't want to deceive herself, would she have to dig up the truth?

Put yourself in her shoes. If she were Fang Xun, she would definitely not be able to trust herself so much. It would be common sense for her to arrange some countermeasures.

And this is exactly what Fang Xun wanted to express to Xing Shanxun.

If the Miao people are obedient in the future, farm and make a living, then everyone will be happy.

But if you have inappropriate thoughts, then I'm sorry. The communication altar can spread the "Selfless Brahma Sound" at any time, turning countless Miao people into puppets like the walking dead.

Thinking of this, Xing Shanyan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, but could only smile bitterly and said, "My Lord is very thoughtful and far-sighted. It is indeed my fault."

Fang Xun said gently, "I'm glad you understand. You can stay in the palace for the next few days."

They also have to wait for the Miao area to send the map and household registration of the Shiwandashan Mountains to Jianye.

It is then distributed to relevant officials, who use this data to design and plan the feng shui, infrastructure and communications altars.

Only after everything has been planned will Xing Shanxun set out on his return journey, and when he returns to Miaojiang he will immediately start infrastructure construction and farming.

Soon Fang Xun called Old Wu over and gave him some instructions. Xing Shanxun was then led by Old Wu to the guest house with mixed feelings.

Watching the two people disappearing from the room, Fang Xun also left the conference room.

But just as he stepped out of the door, he saw Old Man Mo coming towards him, followed by a young man with a sword on his back.

The young man was Jian Yi, who had come to ask to see Fang Xun before. His face was cold, but he lowered his head unconsciously after seeing Fang Xun.

Fang Xun glanced at him and asked Old Man Mo, "Old man, if you have something to say, just say it. If you have something to say, just fart. I'm in a hurry to go back and practice."

Old Man Mo curled his lips when he heard this: "Can you be a little patient, little Zhaoning is still recovering from her wounds, so you have to make the decision about the affairs of the mansion today!"

Fang Xun sighed helplessly: "Okay, okay, only for today."

He usually doesn't take care of anything. He either goes out and wanders around or meditates at home.

However, Yu Jiaolong was injured today, and he happened to be in the meeting room. When Old Man Mo saw him, he directly conscripted him into the army.

The old man was not polite or reserved at all when communicating with him, and Fang Xun thought that was very good.

If Old Man Mo acted very respectful when they met on weekdays, he would be very unhappy.

As they were talking, the three of them entered the meeting room again. Fang Xun then asked Old Man Mo, "Tell me, what's the matter again?"

"Impatient boy"

After muttering something under his breath, Old Man Mo gathered his composure, pointed at Jian Yi and said seriously, "This is Jian Yi from the Burial Valley. Let him explain his intentions."

Jian Yi's expression was still a little cold, but he relaxed a little in front of Fang Xun.

He held up a black and gold ironed post with both hands and spoke respectfully.

"Three years and four months from now, it will be the day for our sect's fifty-year 'Soldier Seizing Conference' to begin. Your Excellency is cordially invited to attend the event."

"Oh, the Troop Seizing Conference?"

Fang Xun asked in confusion, then took the post and opened it to look through it. It was indeed an invitation. At the same time, he began to recall the information about the Buried Soldiers Valley.

Burial Valley, one of the thirty-six sects of the Eight Demons, is a sect with profound heritage and somewhat extreme ideas.

It is impossible to verify when this sect was founded. All we know is that there were clear historical records of the existence of the Burial Valley more than 3,000 years ago.

It is said that after becoming a disciple, each disciple will choose a weapon, which they will be tied to with their heart and blood, and regard as their life.

The process of their cultivation is to constantly refine their weapons. After the weapons are refined to be strong, they will also benefit from it.

What matters is that as long as the soldiers are alive, the people are alive; if the soldiers are destroyed, the people are dead!

It is precisely because his practice method is somewhat extreme that he is regarded as one of the eight demons.

However, this sect was very low-key in the martial arts world. All Fang Xun knew were some common rumors, and he knew nothing about the "Army Seizing Conference" held once every fifty years.

At this time, Old Man Mo began to explain for him.

“It is said that there is a powerful magic weapon buried in the Burial Valley. Every fifty years, the Burial Valley will invite masters from all over the world to gather together to compete for the magic weapon.

Legend has it that no matter who it is, if he can make the magic weapon recognize its master, the entire Burial Valley will also serve him as their master.

These rumors are just what I read in some idle books, and I don’t know if they are true or not. "

While speaking, Old Man Mo also looked at Jian Yi with an inquiring look.

Jian Yi bowed respectfully to him and said, "Just as Senior Mo said, this is indeed true. As long as we can make that magic weapon recognize its master, everyone in Zangbing Valley will swear to follow it until death!"

Hearing the other party's firm words, Old Man Mo was stunned for a moment. He thought it was just some rumors, but he didn't expect it to be true.

Fang Xun was also confused and asked: "Your sect has been in existence for thirty years, would you be so easy to become a slave?"

Jian Yi said firmly: "In reply to the Marquis, over the past three thousand years, the Weapon Seizing Conference has been held more than six hundred times, but still no one has been able to make the magic weapon recognize its master.

But if there is someone who can make the magic weapon recognize its master, I don’t know about the others, but the sword will definitely follow him until death! "

Fang Xun was startled and stared at Jian Yi, trying to find a hint of lying from him.

Jian Yi suddenly felt a chill all over his body. He felt as if the other person's eyes had penetrated deep into his soul, looking him over inside and out.

It took Fang Xun a while to look away, allowing Jian Yi to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"I know about this matter, I will go back and tell your Valley Master.

Three years and four months later, Fang Xun will definitely go to the conference on time!"

"Wait for the arrival of the Marquis!"

Jian Yi bowed respectfully again and then said goodbye and left.

After his figure disappeared, Old Man Mo asked curiously, "Boy, is what he said true?"

Fang Xun nodded: "At least I can't find any trace of him lying to cover up!"

After hearing this, Old Man Mo smiled and said, "Then go to the Buried Soldiers Valley in three years. If you are lucky enough to make the divine weapon recognize its master, wouldn't that mean you can pick up a thirty-six for free?"

Fang Xun rolled his eyes at him in annoyance and said, "You old man, you are always dreaming. If it was really that easy, why has no one succeeded for more than 3,000 years, leaving it to me to pick up the pieces?"

"Hey, isn't that because you are special? How many masters in history can be your rivals?"

"Well, let's wait three years before we talk about this. By then, I think there will be a bloody storm there."

"Indeed, this is an opportunity for Thirty-Six to come and serve as the Lord. I believe others will not miss it."

The two chatted for a while, and then Old Man Mo said goodbye and left.

Fang Xun sighed helplessly and followed him out of the meeting room. However, he did not return to his own yard to practice, but went to Yu Jiaolong's study.

Yu Jiaolong probably won't be at work today, so he will have to take over. (End of this chapter)