Chapter 119 Melting the Knife into the Sword
The stone chamber, reflected by the lake light, was filled with books. The originally spacious stone chamber was now emptied of tables and chairs. Countless books were piled on the ground, leaving only a small space for Fang Xun and Wuyazi to live in.

At most, you can add a small table to place the wine.

Fang Xun was like a mouse that had fallen into a rice jar, swimming in the sea of ​​books.

Among the pile of books, his eyes were seen moving quickly over the books in his hands, and the pages kept turning. He would often turn four or five pages in just one breath.

Fang Xun flips quickly and remembers quickly.

With his martial arts skills trained to this level, he has the ability to read ten lines at a glance and never forget everything he sees. If an ordinary person were to read through this pile of books slowly, it would probably take him ten years to finish.

In addition to martial arts books, there are more Taoist scriptures, Buddhist scriptures, medicine, divination, and astrology. The scope of the content is so wide that even the great scholars who have spent their whole lives studying classics would be stunned.

Fang Xun was watching intently, his eyes clear and focused. He would often just glance over those third-rate martial arts and swallow them whole, but he would not stick to the moves and only look at the essence. With just a glance, he could get the essence and turn it into his own foundation.

Only when it came to the unique skills of the Xiaoyao Sect would he slowly ponder and discuss them with Wuyazi from time to time.

Communicating with Jiumozhi allowed him to absorb a great deal of Buddhist essence and turn it into his own foundation.

And through communicating with Wuyazi, countless Taoist essences began to settle in Fang Xun's heart.

For a moment, both of them forgot the passage of time, and Fang Xun's aura gradually became more otherworldly.

In the outside sky, the sun gradually set in the west, and the bright moon hung high in the sky. Before we knew it, another night had passed, and a hint of paleness appeared in the sky.

After the sun slowly rose, Yan Ming had breakfast and then came to Fang Xun's room and knocked three times.

In the room, Fang Xun suddenly opened his eyes. He was startled and realized that it was already the next morning. He remembered that he had asked Yan Ming to wake him up in the morning yesterday.

Fang Xun opened the door with a creak. When Yan Ming saw him outside the door, he was stunned for a moment, and rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he had seen it wrong.

Fang Xun was confused by his actions: "What's wrong?"

Yan Ming looked again and realized it was not his illusion, so he asked blankly: "Xun brother, I haven't seen you for just one day, are you cultivating immortality?"

At this moment, Fang Xun gave him the feeling of being ethereal and otherworldly, as if he was a true cultivator of the Tao.

Fang Xun was also stunned for a moment, then immediately shook his head and laughed. Yan Ming took another look and immediately felt that the other party had turned into the brother Xun he was familiar with.

"I was just too obsessed with practicing."

Yan Ming immediately came back to his senses and said, "Xun brother, breakfast was just delivered not long ago, Dongfang Que and I have already finished eating."

Fang Xun nodded, then walked out of the room and came to the yard. At this time, Dongfang Que finished his breakfast and returned to his room to continue meditating and practicing.

After washing up, he ate the breakfast brought by the disciples of Lijian Pavilion. He then told Yan Ming that he had something to do today, so he went to see the sword-making elder Qiu Feng.

"The Sword Li Pavilion is full of good and bad people now, so you should be careful when you go out."

"Understood, Brother Xun."

After saying that, he quickly walked out of the yard and passed through the building complex in the mountains with ease.

Along the way, the popularity of Lijiang Pavilion seemed to increase.

Some disciples who had just finished breakfast were practicing sword skills in open spaces and squares.

You can also see some disciples from Shenjian Lake, Broken Sword Villa, and Caixia Sect among them. They seem to be eager to show off their skills and come to the scene to instruct the disciples from Lijiang Pavilion.

There were also groups of three or five famous martial arts masters in Jiangzhou who were strolling in the mountains. Some of them seemed to know Fang Xun and took the initiative to say hello when they saw him passing by. Fang Xun would also say a few polite words in return.

Originally, there were only about a hundred people left in the sect, and most of them were acquired disciples.

Yesterday, in order to ensure safety, Su Xingcan invited a group of people to go up the mountain in advance. Today, the mountain closure ban was lifted again. All of a sudden, all the people from all walks of life who came to Tiefeng Town went up the mountain.

When Fang Xun went out, he saw a lively scene.

This is the case when a threshold is set, otherwise the guest rooms in Lijiang Pavilion will not be enough. Fang Xun did not stop all the way, and in about a quarter of an hour, he arrived at a secluded separate courtyard.

Before he entered, he could feel the temperature rising sharply nearby, and when he walked into the yard, a heat wave hit him.

The yard was very large, almost as big as a small square. The ground was littered with the remains of sharp swords, and in some places valuable minerals were piled up randomly.

There was a huge stove in the center, emitting bursts of heat, and next to the stove was an old man with bare arms.

The old man was unkempt, with messy hair and beard. He stared at a sword with a blade three feet and seven inches long on the anvil in front of him.

The sword body is snow-white and bright, but it has not yet been hardened and still has some rust spots left from hardening.

This sword looks very strange. It has no tibble. The hilt and the blade are integrated and slender, with a width of only about one inch.

There is no doubt that killing people with a sword is extremely refreshing.

When the shirtless old man heard the footsteps, he withdrew his gaze from the sword and nodded to Fang Xun.

He rummaged through a pile of mineral debris nearby and cleared out a buried stone table and two stone benches. He sat down immediately, not forgetting to call out to Fang Xun.

"sit down."

Fang Xun didn't hesitate and sat down opposite the old man.

The old man glanced at the sword on the anvil and said, "Are you here to take the sword?"

Fang Xun nodded: "Thank you, Elder Qiu. It seems that the blank of my sword has been forged. All that is left is to sharpen it?"

Qiu Feng smiled and said, "Yes, it will be completely completed in two days at most. The foundation of your sword is very good, and it will not be outdated even if you use it until you reach the highest level of enlightenment."

Fang Xun asked curiously, "What about the divine realm?"

"Don't aim too high, kid."

Qiu Feng gave him a sidelong glance.

"It's not that easy to become a master of Divine Will. If you ask me, this sword is enough for you to use for a lifetime, even if you are lucky enough to be promoted to Divine Will."

Ding--

Qiu Feng had barely finished speaking when Fang Xun suddenly reached out and lightly played the song "Listening to the Spring Rain in a Small Building at Night". The scimitar hummed softly, and its edge was no longer restrained, with the blade emitting a green edge.

Hearing this clear chant, Qiu Feng froze in place, staring at the scimitar on Fang Xun's waist in astonishment.

After a while, he came back to his senses and said in surprise: "This knife is a spiritual weapon?"

Fang Xun said with disdain: "The material is not even as good as a hundred-forged steel knife. It just has some spirituality due to some coincidence."

Qiu Feng's face suddenly looked strange, not knowing how to comment on such Versailles remarks.

If other people had a spiritual weapon, they would have to take great care of it. Even a wife doesn't get this treatment.

But this guy Fang Xun actually had a look of disgust on his face.

"Boy, are you here to tease me today?"

Fang Xun shook his head and said, "Elder Qiu misunderstood. I came here today to ask you if there is any way to melt this scimitar into my sword embryo and preserve its spirituality?"

Qiu Feng's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this, and he couldn't wait to say, "Are you really determined to do this?"

Fang Xun was startled by the other party's fiery eyes. He couldn't understand why Qiu Feng was so excited, but he still expressed his thoughts truthfully.

"Elder Qiu, you also know that I only know a little bit about swordsmanship, and I know nothing about knife skills. This scimitar is useless in my hands. It is better to integrate it into the sword."

(End of this chapter)