After completing the six forks, the "head of the row" took out another compass, which was made of solid wood, black and yellow in color, probably because of long-term use, the surface looked unusually smooth, and even had some pulp feeling.

On this compass are the four elephants, the eight trigrams, and the sixty trunks. In the center of the compass is a circular hand engraved with the image of the Big Dipper. He placed the compass on the table, and the hand rotated before stopping. Pan Long estimated at a glance that the direction of the bucket spoon extension line five times was due north.

This is the Beichen arch pole, this compass is obviously not the appearance of ordinary feng shui gentlemen, but a real fairy magic weapon.

The head of the row spewed out a breath of vitality towards Luopan Mountain, and the compass became larger out of thin air. He arranged all six flying forks on the compass, and then said something in his mouth, only to see six rays of light slowly rising on the compass, gradually merging with the flying forks.

Pan Long felt a little strange, he hadn't seen a sorcerer's sacrificial magic weapon yet.

According to his idea, the sacrificial magic weapon should sit down cross-legged, spit out a breath of vitality towards the magic weapon, use its own vitality to refine it, gradually refine it to the point that it is in harmony with himself, and finally put the magic weapon into the body, even if it is completed.

But looking at the approach of the head of the row, it is clear that there is no meaning of the unity of man and machine - the compass just now, but he took it out of a box.

Could it be that the magic weapon of the Liuren Flying Fork pursues the combination of the fork and the compass?

What's the point?

He pondered for a moment, feeling a little confused.

Magic weapons are all to be manipulated, and if they are too troublesome to manipulate, then the power of magic weapons will decrease. The reason why the two of them attach so much importance to Mithriru, or silver steel, is precisely because this metal makes magic weapons easy to manipulate.

But if the fork and compass are combined into one, and the flying fork is manipulated with the help of the compass, wouldn't it become more difficult to maneuver?

Ordinary ritual weapons, no matter what shape or texture, are used for direct manipulation. It is nothing more than the same mind, and it can be manipulated like an arm. If there is a layer of separation, no matter how powerful the spell is, it will not be as subtle as his own direct manipulation - then it will be a waste of the characteristics of silver steel to conduct mana, right?

But he just muttered in his heart and didn't say anything.

For the Liuren Flying Fork, the other party is the expert - people want to compete for the man with the nickname "Sect Fork King", and it is better not to point fingers at him, who can only use a straw fork.

The leader of the row thought for a moment, then stood up and circled around the table.

He stopped after a few steps, chanted a spell for a moment, and then cast a green sigil with both hands against the compass and flying fork on the table. When the sigil falls into the compass, the light on the compass grows a little bigger, and it merges more closely with the flying fork.

Pan Long watched him cast spells like this, from morning to noon, without stopping.

At lunchtime, a platoon boatman came over and invited Pan Long to have lunch with him.

"Doesn't anyone need to watch him here?" Pan Long asked worriedly, looking at the leader who was still casting spells.

"He Paitou is often like this, when we crossed the Tianfu Gorge, he beat the drum and the waves at the bow of the boat, and he cast spells one after another for a day and a night. The consumption of sacrificial refining artifacts is not large, so it's fine. ”

Only then did Pan Long rest assured that he would go to eat.

The lunch was very interesting, although it was a little simple because of its simplicity, but the taste was really good.

At this time, the wooden platoon had already set off and walked on the river. Because there is no clean water source, they use steaming to heat the food. The steaming steam steames rice, jerky, pickles, and other items that need to be heated for a long time, and then flows down the oddly shaped lid into a nearby urn and serves as a soup base. In the end, the meal was complete, and the pot was filled with water several times, and the turbid and dirty water that all the impurities left in it was poured into the river, which was simple and clear.

While cooking, Pan Long didn't watch from the side. But with his cultivation, as long as he is willing, all kinds of wind and grass around him can't hide it. When the people in the platoon were preparing lunch, he was very curious and surprised.

At that time, he still thought that he would have the opportunity to make a meal like this and taste it fresh, but he didn't expect that the person in the Paijiao really thought he was his own and invited him to eat.

(Probably what the master commanded when he left?)

He guessed so, and after drinking two glasses of wine during the meal, everyone was in a good mood, so he asked casually.

"That's right, when Ancestor Gu was leaving, he instructed us to treat you like his own brothers. Zhu Shun, the shipwright who invited him to dinner, said with a smile, "He Dazhi and He forgot to eat when he was busy." It's okay if he doesn't eat by himself, but he can't make the guests hungry. Therefore, Patriarch Gu specially told us to remember to call you to eat. ”

Pan Long was slightly stunned and asked, "When Senior Gu left, how did he know that He Paitou would forget to eat?"

Zhu Shun shook his head: "I don't understand this, I think it's because he is an old man with rich experience, so he has long expected this situation." ”

Pan Long pondered for a while, and probably guessed a few points.

Most of the Gu Zhangjiao had already guessed that he would leave a piece of ore for He Paitou, and naturally guessed that if He Paitou got the ore, he would definitely seize the time to refine the Liuren Flying Fork.

Since these two points have been guessed, the next thing is naturally logical.

He nodded slightly, didn't ask anything more, and concentrated on eating.

After finishing the meal, he went back to He Paitou and watched He Paitou sacrifice the magic refining weapon.

This ritual lasted from noon to evening, and soon the wooden raft docked, and Zhu Shun invited Pan Long to dinner.

Compared to lunch, the biggest difference between dinner and dinner is that there is more alcohol. A large jar of wine was brought out, and everyone could drink to their satisfaction.

Pan Long couldn't help but wonder a little - wine is not cheap, this big jar of wine is worth a few meals. Since they have the money to drink so much alcohol, why don't they improve their diet?

So he asked.

Zhu Shun explained: "Back then, I started from the end of the sect, and most of the people were poor. The merchants are just to make a living, so naturally they can come as cheap as they want. But now my teaching is no longer poor, and walking is more of a ritual and experience. Although the standard of food, clothing, housing and transportation is still in accordance with tradition, it is still okay to be a little more accommodating in other places. ”

Looking at Pan Long's surprised eyes, he smiled and said, "Don't look at our group of people who are unkempt at the moment, looking like they are down. If, in a few months, you see us at the helm on land, you will see that we are all dressed like charlatans, or even squires, scribes, ladies, and so on...... Just don't be scared when the time comes. ”

"Oh, so it's bittersweet memories?"

"It's pretty much the same, but of course there's an element of grinding. Zhu Shun said, "Only those who can endure hardship are qualified to practice the thirty-six spells I teach." If you can't endure the hardships, then you can only specialize in martial arts and wait for it. ”

He immediately realized that Pan Long was a person who specialized in martial arts, and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't say that practicing martial arts is not good. It's just that the ideals of the disciples of this sect are mostly to cultivate the 36 methods of Tiangang, and even to fly through the heavens and the earth to penetrate yin and yang, all kinds of wonders...... The way of martial arts is strong and simple, and people can rival the country within ten steps, which is naturally extremely powerful. It's just that we're not aiming for that. ”

Pan Long smiled and nodded, which can be regarded as another layer of understanding of the culture of Pai Jiao.

He didn't feel offended, everyone has their own ambitions, some people like martial arts, some people like spells, and they all have praise and disapproval in their hearts, which is a very reasonable thing.

Not to mention these two, there are still those in the world who "everything is inferior, only to be an official", or "if you have money, you can say anything, and if you don't have money, don't say anything...... Various. In contrast, there is nothing wrong with Pai Jiao valuing spells and despising martial arts.

And with the spells of the rehearsal, there is indeed a qualification for pride.

Even if a martial artist cultivates to the limit of a real person, he is only two or three hundred years old. But even if a sorcerer uses spells skillfully at the innate level, he can live to this age or even longer. It is not surprising that the sorcerers of the real human realm live for thousands of years, and there are even those who live longer.

For example, that Gu Zhangjiao, he went from here to rehearse the helm of the teaching, and it took two days to go back and forth, and it was obvious that he had not been able to cultivate his life. But he has lived for at least hundreds of years, and he may even be the old man who was left behind in the battle of Emperor Yihai's extermination of the Pai Sect - that's why his hatred for the Emperor family is so deep, and he has a posture of not sharing the sky.

Living long is an advantage, and no one can deny it.

After dinner, Pan Long went back to see He Dazhi refining the Six Flying Forks.

As Zhu Shun said, He Dazhi was really used to casting spells for such a long time. Almost a day without eating, drinking, or resting seemed to have any effect on him, and the steps of casting the spell were still as stable as before, and it looked the same as when he first started in the morning.

But the appearance of the compass was completely different, countless green and golden breaths rose from the compass, tightly wrapping the six flying forks, and even dragging the six flying forks, slowly merging into the compass.

At this moment, more than half of the six flying forks have been melted into the compass. Pan Long estimated that by dawn, the entire sacrifice would be completed.

Before, Gu Zhangjiao said that he wanted Pan Long to wait for him here for two days, and if he wanted to come to He Dazhihe, he wanted to seize the time of these two days, and take advantage of the absence of the person who could manage him, and complete the sacrifice of the Liuren Flying Fork.

In this way, even if he waits for Gu Zhangjiao to come back, the wood is already in the boat, and there is nothing he can do.

There may be a punishment or something, but in any case, at least it won't destroy the flying fork that has been successfully sacrificed.

For the sake of these flying forks, he really tried his best!

"It seems that He Paitou is really going to be the king of forks......"

Pan Long was talking to himself, when he suddenly felt a sudden shock in his heart, and felt an extremely strong crisis falling from the sky.

The crisis was unimaginably violent, and in an instant the hairs on his body almost stood on end, and a sensation like an electric shock rose from the soles of his feet and spread throughout his body.

(Oops!)

He didn't have time to think about it, he rushed out, grabbed He Dazhi with his left hand, dragged him behind him, pulled out the cicada wing knife with his right hand, and slashed at the sky.

This knife poured out all the strength of his body, and the cicada wing knife, which was thinner than a piece of paper, instantly emitted a dazzling light, and the sword qi soared into the sky, like a giant dragon, tearing the roof of the humble shack to shreds, and roaring towards the sky.

But before the dragon could really rise into the air, a giant palm the size of at least two or three acres of land fell from the sky.

The giant palm was surrounded by golden light, with clear lines and full flesh, and it looked solemn. There is also a big Buddha name "10,000" in the palm of the hand, and the light is particularly strong.

Before the giant palm fell, an extremely heavy pressure struck, and dozens of wooden rows were all pressed into the water at once, and the people on the wooden rows were pressed into the river before they even had time to react.

On the wooden rows, green light rose at the same time. It shook violently in the water, and a strong roar was heard.

Only the wooden platoon where Pan Long was located did not sink, and the dragon transformed by the sword qi met the giant palm with a roar. As if the wave had hit a, it collapsed directly, turning into countless streamers and a whirlwind. But the momentum of the giant palm falling was also slightly blocked, and the power that originally seemed to be a mountain falling from the sky was weakened a little, and there was no danger that Pan Long's hairs all over his body were standing upside down before.

But the giant palm finally fell.

With a pop, the green light rising from the wooden row collided with the giant palm. The whole raft shook violently, and it was pressed into the water.

Pan Long could clearly see that many golden cracks appeared on the green light that shrouded the wooden raft like bubbles. It was as if the power of the giant palm had invaded it, trying to tear it apart.

Fortunately, it still blocked after all.

"Huh?"

There was a soft cry of surprise in the air, like a person trying to wipe the dust off the table, only to find that the dust was so strong that it might have to be done with a damp cloth and a little strength.

Pan Long knew that the enemy was coming, and this person was extremely strong, so he must not be beaten passively. Gripping the cicada wing knife tightly, he roared angrily and jumped up.

In the darkness of the night, he couldn't see where the enemy was, but his instincts told him that the enemy was in the air, and that it was directly above him.

With his leap, the surrounding Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi became violent, and swept towards him frantically, as if a gap had been opened in a dam, and the torrent rolled in.

Pan Long swung his knife in the air, and the knife momentum drove the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi stirred the power of the water veins rolling through the Tianjiang River, and in an instant, the flowing water of the whole river stopped in an instant, gathering into a huge wave.

"Oh?!"

The voice became more and more surprised, and a golden fist appeared in the air again, smashing towards Pan Long.

This punch looked a little smaller than the previous one, but it was a little more condensed. The fist fell unquickly, but in the process of falling, I saw that the surrounding air changed color, as if the punch had an extremely high heat and was igniting the surrounding air.

The waves collapsed, but an extremely surging force surged, following the passage cut by Pan Long's knife, reversed upward, and rushed towards the fist.

This power was like a raging wave, mixed with the sword momentum, and once again turned into a dragon, letting out a roar like a mountain and a sea.

The giant fist was silent and shot down silently.

In the next moment, a deafening roar spread across both sides of the river.