I have a little bit of talent

Fang Mu's intuition has always been quite accurate.

Although nothing was found to be wrong with Tong Shi, his words and actions were more in line with that of a child of an aristocratic family who was unable to practice cultivation.

When he treats people, he is like a spring breeze, making people feel that he is sincere and reliable.

But Fang Mu didn't know why he didn't have much affection for him, and agreeing to visit him tomorrow was just a way of getting it over with.

However, Fang Mu was somewhat interested in the Divine Weapon Pavilion at the moment. In order to take a look, he could only think about looking for Tong Shi tomorrow.

Time flies.

When Fang Mu stepped out of the inn, the sun had already gradually set. Under the setting sun, the buildings in the city looked even more simple and elegant.

The distance from the west of the city where the inn was located to the south of the city where Tianxiang Tower was located was not short, so Fang Mu quickened his pace.

The streets in the west of the city were sparsely populated, with only a few people passing by occasionally, but they were also in a hurry. Most of the shops on both sides of the street were closed, and only the blacksmith shops were still open.

It was not until they reached the southern part of the city that Fang Mu's eyes suddenly lit up and he felt as if he had arrived in another city.

Although it is not yet completely night, all kinds of buildings in the south of the city are already brightly lit, and there are more pedestrians on the streets. Although there are still few street vendors, there is at least a lot more of the atmosphere of fireworks.

Unlike other places, people who come to Dushan City have some level of cultivation, otherwise they would not come to ask for weapons. Most of the pedestrians on the streets in the south of the city actually carry weapons and walk and talk openly on the streets.

The local vendors and merchants did not seem to be afraid at all and continued to talk and smile. It was obvious that they had seen this scene many times.

Fang Mu looked around as he walked, feeling extremely curious.

You should know that whether in Yangzhou City, Tongyang City, or Huaicheng, the government has issued clear orders not to carry sharp weapons on the streets, but there is obviously no such regulation in Dushan City.

On the way to Tianxiang Tower, Fang Mu saw at least dozens of different weapons, including swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks and forks. There were even unique weapons such as iron whips and one-legged bronze men that were rarely used, which really opened Fang Mu's eyes.

It was not until I entered the Tianxiang Tower, found a seat and sat down at random, and looked around that I saw that most of the guests there had openly placed their weapons on the table.

"As expected of a city that forges weapons, there really is no regulation on weapons at all."

Fang Mu sighed inwardly.

After casually ordering some drinks and snacks, Fang Mu pricked up his ears and began to listen to the other guests' conversations.

Although there were many people in the hall and the sound of conversations was endless, Fang Mu could still distinguish them clearly with his hearing ability.

"What's going on with Tianxianglou? It's been a while since Mr. Qin has performed. If this continues, business will be in trouble."

"Mr. Qin hasn't come back yet, so I won't be able to see him today. But I heard he will be back in the next few days, so I will definitely come over then."

"The weapons made in Dushan City are really useful. I don't know if I can get more this time. It's just a pity that the weapons of Tianbing Pavilion are not sold to the outside world."

"It is said that the Tong family, the number one weapon forging family, has recently forged a magical weapon that is extremely powerful, but the news has been blocked, and outsiders do not know what kind of weapon it is."

……

A series of conversations entered Fang Mu's ears, half of which were about Qin Qianqian, and the other half were about Tianbing Pavilion.

Among the few remaining messages, one caught Fang Mu's attention.

"Tong family, newly minted magic weapon?"

Fang Mu became interested and continued to listen for a long time.

However, this time, it was all useless information repeated over and over again, and 90% of it was related to Qin Qianqian. Fang Mu shook his head after hearing this, thinking that it was really difficult for these people to achieve anything great, as they only wanted to look at girls.

But he himself did not think much about it. What else could these spectators want to see in this brothel if they did not want to see the girls?

As the sky gradually darkened, the lights in Tianxiang Tower were brightly lit. On the high platform in the center of the hall, several young women in light gauze were dancing gracefully. There was also a woman in red playing the piano.

The woman playing the piano was quite beautiful, and was obviously trying to imitate Qin Qianqian, but she was far behind in both skills and appearance.

But even so, the spectators in the venue were all staring with their eyes wide open.

However, Fang Mu felt that it was far less attractive than the snacks on the table. One of them, the mung bean pastry, was sweet and delicious with a rich flavor.

"It seems that beauty is still no match for delicious food!" Fang Mu picked up a piece of mung bean crisp and put it into his mouth, squinting his eyes, extremely satisfied.

After finishing a few snacks and drinking a pot of wine, Fang Mu didn't want to stay any longer and stood up and left.

The moonlight was just right at that moment, and Fang Mu was in no hurry to return to the inn, so he simply wandered around the streets of the south city.

In the southern part of Dushan City, several brothels and restaurants including Tianxiang Tower are located on this street. Although it is late at night, the street is quite lively.

Even the few small food stalls were frequented by many people. Fang Mu walked slowly along with the flow of people on the street, glancing left and right from time to time.

At this time, a woman walking towards him attracted Fang Mu's attention.

The woman was dressed in green and had a sword on her back. She walked neither fast nor slow, and each step was as precise as if it had been measured with a ruler.

There was no expression on her very pretty face, her eyes were full of coldness, and she gave off an aura that said "keep away from strangers".

"This sword is amazing!"

Of course Fang Mu's eyes were not looking at the girl, but at the sword she was carrying behind her.

Although this sword is still in the scabbard, to ordinary people it is just an ordinary sword, no different from the weapons carried by other people on the street.

But it was different in Fang Mu's eyes. He only felt that there was an unparalleled and extremely sharp sword intent contained in it, and it also carried a hint of eternal chill.

Fortunately, Fang Mu did not use his soul to sense it rashly at this time, otherwise his soul would probably be frozen by the cold.

Fang Mu thanked Mr. Huai again in his heart, looked at the woman deeply, and passed by her.

The woman looked back at Fang Mu with a wary look, but she didn't find anything unusual. She frowned slightly and felt the sword on her back vibrate slightly. She took it in her hand and patted it, as if to comfort the sword. She said to herself:

"Strange, that person just now clearly had no cultivation, why did Tianli become alert?"

……

After this, Fang Mu no longer had the heart to hang around and went straight back to his room in the inn.

"This sword is truly powerful. The sword intent is astonishing, but the chill it brings is truly terrifying!"

Fang Mu was lying on the bed, still thinking about the sword in his mind. Even with Fang Mu's current perspective, the sword could be ranked among the top three magic weapons he had ever seen!

Weapons that can be called magic weapons are far beyond the reach of ordinary weapons.

It is said that magic weapons have spirits and choose their masters by themselves. Every magic weapon contains great power and has some slight self-instinct consciousness. This instinctive consciousness is also called the spirit of the magic weapon. To control the magic weapon and exert its true power, one must first gain the recognition of the spirit of the magic weapon.

And the woman was obviously recognized by the sword, otherwise she would not be able to walk around the city with the sword on her back.