Please ask the dream.

Chapter 681: The Must-Know Sect in the Martial Arts World
"Found you!" Feng Xue's face had no expression at all, even a little bored. This is how the slave back-board play works. It's boring, but it guarantees victory.

Generally speaking, the less noticeable a spy is, the harder it is to be discovered. However, Feng Xue's exploration this time was very high-profile, which clearly showed his attitude of "this person is so high-profile that he must not be a spy."

In addition, his character choices and behaviors are consistent with the character's internal logic, so the concealment along the way can be said to be perfect.

But on the other hand, as long as he knew in advance that he would choose to act high-profile, coupled with the local environment and related events, Feng Xue did not even need to confirm it, and could lock in the target based on status, age, identity and other conditions.

The picture gradually became blurred, and Feng Xue returned to the big map again. Looking at the character chess piece that was one square away from Baishiling, Feng Xue felt as if he was in another world.

Fortunately, this was not the first time he had experienced such a situation. He adjusted his mentality a little, and when the details in the dream gradually faded away, leaving only the work experience and the list he remembered, he turned his attention to the next node.

【Return a favor】

"Huh? Another rare node?" Feng Xue glanced at the collection column. Well, there was only one full bet raw material, so he clicked on the node immediately.

[In front of Baishiling, you met a strange peddler. Although he was carrying a load, his steps were very light. You could tell at a glance that he possessed extraordinary martial arts skills. You knew that such extraordinary masters often had quirks, so you did not make any unnecessary moves and just planned to trade with him.]

"Tsk, isn't this a real scene?" Looking at the scales that appeared before him, Feng Xue couldn't help but secretly sigh. If this was a real scene, he could just throw the Philosopher's Stone directly.

It's a pity that it can't be lost.

All the raw materials were placed on the scale. As the scale rod slowly rotated, new collections appeared before his eyes.

[You have obtained the Cloud Piercing Arrow (White)]

Name: Cloud Piercing Arrow
Category: Smart Use of Collection

Quality: White ordinary

Effect: When fired toward the sky, summons any number of combat units under your command to deploy.

Note: One arrow pierces the clouds, and thousands of troops rush to meet.

……

"It looks a bit like the Liuli Lamp, but one is for summoning out of thin air, and the other is for moving troops under one's command. The former is a summoning skill, and the latter is a displacement skill." Feng Xue looked at this thing that looked a bit like a handheld firework, and felt it was a pity for a moment.

My own troops are basically all in the ideal country, so I don't need this thing at all and can summon them instantly. However, it is quite useful during exploration. It's a pity that the white clever collections are all consumables and will be gone after one use.

After thinking about the usage scenarios of this item, Feng Xue turned his attention back to the map.

Click, Baishiling!

[You discovered Baishiling Zhujian Villa, and you decided——]

【1. Paying Homage to the Mountain】

【2. Take a boat】

【3. Occupation (not optional)】

[4. Seeking the Sword]

"Good fellow, there must be a sword-making villa in every martial arts world, right? But you're also right, martial artists always have some magic weapons."

Feng Xue secretly complained in his heart, but also seriously considered his choice.

“Occupation is not an option, probably because the city is not prosperous enough. There is no exploration or accommodation, which means that apart from the Sword Forging Villa, there should be no other inns or small shops in Baishiling, and outsiders are not allowed to roam around.

"Paying respect to the mountain... this should be a substitute for exploration. Taking a boat is because we are on the waterway. The last one, asking for the sword... should be the classic plot of the Sword Forging Villa. I just don't know whether the Sword Forging Villa happened to have forged a peerless sword, which attracted competition from swordsmen all over the world, or whether it was simply to tailor a sword for the swordsman." Feng Xue muttered to himself, but directly clicked on four. No matter what it is, he would know if he tried it!

……

As the scene unfolded, Feng Xue looked at the long white stone steps in front of him that stretched into the mountain like a white dragon, and couldn't help but complain that the Shenglong Sword Sect was not powerful enough.

However, just at the moment when time began to flow again, a steady and somewhat rigid voice suddenly came from not far away -

"Since you are here to ask for the sword, please go to the sword viewing platform first!"

Feng Xue turned his gaze and looked at the man who spoke. He looked to be about 27 or 28 years old, wearing thick clothes. He looked like he was welcoming guests, but he also had a somewhat aloof demeanor.

At this moment, Feng Xue missed the passerby emperor who could give task instructions very much, because he had no idea what the steps of the Sword Viewing Platform were.

Although he felt that it was a bit embarrassing to ask this question at this time, Feng Xue hesitated for a moment and chose to ask directly:

"What does the Sword Viewing Platform mean?"

"Oh? Young man, you don't know?" Upon hearing this, the young man paused for a moment, but soon regained his composure and continued forward, leading the way while saying:

"Anyone who comes to my Sword Forging Villa to ask for a sword must first go up to the Sword Viewing Platform to prove that he is a qualified swordsman."

"How do you prove it?" Feng Xue followed the young man, speaking in a neither humble nor arrogant tone. The young man walked evenly, as if he had explained it a thousand times:

"A swordsman is someone who uses a sword, so he must prove that he knows how to use a sword."

"Need to compete with others?" Feng Xue raised an eyebrow, but the young man shook his head and said:

"A person with high kung fu skills doesn't necessarily know how to use a sword, and a person with poor kung fu skills doesn't necessarily not know how to use one."

Having said this, the young man turned a corner and a pavilion came into view. On the left side of the pavilion stood a stone tablet more than three meters high, with three large characters "Guanjiantai" written on it as if carved with a knife or an axe.

As the pavilion came into view, the second half of the young man's words reached his ears -

"Just bring your original sword and you'll know."

"?" Feng Xue thought that the Sword Casting Villa did not play by the rules, but he still stretched out his hand and waved, and Mo Ran fell into his palm.

As if he had noticed something, the young man suddenly turned around, his eyes focused on Mo Ran, unable to move away.

After a moment of silence, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and his tone became much more respectful:

"Please wait a moment, Your Excellency. This matter must be notified to the elders."

After saying that, he took out a firework and shot it into the sky, which made Feng Xue, who had just drawn the Cloud Piercing Arrow, have a subtle expression.

But soon, seven or eight burly old men rushed over from the mountain path in a hurry. If Feng Xue had not seen strong winds and waves before, he would have been scared to the point of losing some sanity points by these old guys!
"Where is the sword? Where is the sword?" The burly old man in the lead shouted exaggeratedly, and then as if he saw Feng Xue, he fell in front of him like a meteorite, and his eyes were staring straight at Mo Ran in Feng Xue's hand.

"Master!" Feng Xue said in his heart, but suddenly he saw a meteor shower falling in front of him. Well, it was a group of big old guys wearing very little cloth who landed in front of him with the body movements of meteorites. They stared at the Mo Ran in Feng Xue's hand with salty eyes, which made him shudder.

In this indescribable awkward atmosphere, an old man suddenly broke free from Mo Ran's "charm", coughed twice as if to adjust his mentality, and then asked in an elegant voice that was completely inconsistent with his muscular physique:

"Who forged this sword?"

Well, it’s not very elegant…

(End of this chapter)