The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

There were not many people in the inn. Among the dozen or so tables, only three were occupied.

After Fang Xun sat down at the table, he ordered some wine and a plate of peanuts, and he and Shangguan Wudi drank together with great relish.

The two of them were like old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time, going to a restaurant and drinking together.

Fang Xun also felt that the world was wonderful. He didn't expect that Shangguan Wudi would have such a peaceful side.

If Fang Xun had not sensed a terrifying hidden sword intent when passing through the small town, he would not have been sure that the scholar in front of him was the Sword God Shangguan Wudi.

This sword god now looks completely devoid of any edge, as if he is just a down-and-out scholar.

Fang Xun couldn't help but sigh: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'm afraid no one would believe that the famous Sword God would look like this, right?"

Shangguan Wudi smiled faintly and said, "What do other people's thoughts have to do with me?

You, the famous Lord Lin Chuan, don't you also enjoy drinking inferior wine with peanuts?"

Fang Xun burst into laughter when he heard this, and raised his glass instead of speaking.

Ding--

After drinking the wine in the glass, Shangguan Wudi's eyes fell into reminiscence.

“My ancestors have been farmers and scholars for nine generations, and it is still the same for my generation.

I grew up in a poor family. In addition to helping my family work in the fields, I also earned money by reading and writing to supplement the family income. This is how I have lived since I was a child.

After he became a sword god feared by everyone, he spent his days practicing with the sword and setting up a stall in the market to write calligraphy. It wasn't that he really needed the money, but he just wanted to calm down and relax after practicing.

After all, people can't be tense all day long, right?"

"Yes, if it is kept tight all the time, it will break sooner or later."

Fang Xun said with a smile.

"Your method of meditation is unique. I thought you would immediately draw your sword and challenge me to a fight after seeing me."

Shangguan Wudi shook his head and said, "You and I will have a battle eventually, but not now. At least until the seal of Tianyin Mountain is broken, I will continue to cooperate with you."

"Oh? What kind of cooperation?" Fang Xun was stunned for a moment and asked speculatively, "Are you inviting me to fight on Tianyin Mountain together and break the seal?"

Then he shook his head again.

"I'm afraid it won't work if we attack Tianyin Mountain directly. I'm worried that the Master will be desperate. He is worried about the disaster of transformation and doesn't want to come out easily, but it's not impossible for him to come out!"

Fang Xun was very clear about this principle, so no matter how arrogant he had acted in the past and how much he disregarded Confucianism and the imperial court.

But he would never set foot in Yongzhou. He even let Wu Haoran and Xue Linlang go when he had the chance to kill them last time because he was worried that the Master and others would do something desperate.

Moreover, if he really joined forces with Shangguan Wudi to attack Tianyin Mountain, I am afraid that not only the Confucianists, but also the Taoists and Buddhists would be furious.

Shangguan Wudi was not disappointed when he heard Hou Fangxun's refusal. He just explained for a while: "You misunderstood, I didn't invite you to fight on Tianyin Mountain together.

If we want to break the seal of Tianyin Mountain, there is no need for us to go to Yongzhou."

"Then how do you plan to break this last seal?" Fang Xun was stunned again.

Shangguan Wudi smiled, his tone very calm, "After the matter of the Burial Valley is settled, I will tell you in detail."

"Okay, it's a deal. If your method is feasible, we can certainly cooperate."

After Fang Xun responded, he picked up the wine glass and drank with Shangguan Wudi.

After drinking the wine, Shangguan Wudi put down the glass and said with emotion: "Your strength also surprised me.

Three years ago, you were being chased by Wu Haoran, but now I feel a great threat." Fang Xun smiled and didn't reply, but just threw a peanut into his mouth.

Shangguan Wudi sensed the threat, and so did he.

Facing the world's number one sword god, Fang Xun couldn't help but compare him with Zhang Sanfeng.

He admitted that he was a little worse than both of them, but the gap was not big.

Fang Xun estimated that the odds between him and Zhang Sanfeng were about 30:70, while his chances of winning against Shangguan Wudi were 40:60.

However, both he and Shangguan Wudi still have room for improvement, and Zhang Sanfeng is not standing still either.

However, Fang Xun believed that with his rate of improvement, he would definitely catch up with or even surpass them in the future.

During the time it took to drink a glass of wine, Fang Xun thought a lot. After he put down the glass, he asked curiously.

"You came to the Burial Valley, don't you want to take the lead and bring the Burial Valley under your command?"

Shangguan Wudi shook his head and said, "I am not interested in the Burial Valley. I am only interested in the magic weapon in the valley. I want to exchange it for a knife!"

Fang Xun's eyes narrowed when he heard this: "What on earth is that magical weapon that made you decide to change to a sword?"

He never took the magic weapon seriously. After all, no matter how powerful it was, it was not his cup of tea, and it could not be stronger than the weapons of gods and demons.

After hearing Shangguan Wudi's words, Fang Xun also took it seriously.

Even the world's number one sword god said he wanted to change his sword.

Even if this magic weapon is not as good as the weapons of gods and demons, it is probably not far behind.

Otherwise, how could a pure swordsman abandon the sword that has accompanied him for many years and is as important as his life, and choose another one instead?

"You misunderstood. When I said to change a sword, I meant to recast that magic weapon together with my sword into a new one."

Shangguan Wudi saw Fang Xun's look and shook his head and explained.

"As for what that magic weapon is, I actually don't know. I only know that it is an unfinished magic weapon. It has been refined for more than three thousand years since the founding of the Burial Valley, but it has still not been completed."

"More than three thousand years?!"

A hint of surprise also flashed across Fang Xun's eyes.

A Zhenwu magic weapon can be made in three to five years at most, as long as the materials are suitable and the craftsman's craftsmanship is qualified.

This magical weapon in the Burial Valley has been in the making for more than three thousand years and is still not completed. Could it be that it is a divine or demonic weapon?
After Fang Xun was surprised, a hint of interest arose in his heart.

"If that's the case, then I won't give in. My magic weapon also needs to be smelted!"

Shangguan Wudi said calmly: "It all depends on your ability."

Both of them knew that a one-on-one battle between them would not happen now, but that did not mean they would not fight in the Burial Valley.

After looking at each other for a while, they smiled again, raised their glasses and drank, not continuing the topic anymore.

Fang Xun and Shangguan Wudi chatted like old friends, drinking glass after glass of wine with peanuts.

Before they knew it, it was late at night and the two of them separated.

Fang Xun also called a room in the inn and stayed there.

When the next day dawned, he found that Shangguan Wudi had left, so he also set off to the Burial Valley sixty miles away. (End of this chapter)