I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Xu Xiang paused and continued, "Since the death of the founder of the Kaikai sect, no one has ever met anyone with the Xuanyin Bingpo Dao Body, so no one has been able to practice the founder's skills."

"After that, the Hanyue Sect gradually declined until a thousand years ago when the successor to the position of Sect Master became a male disciple, who changed the name of the Hanyue Sect to the Lieyang Sect."

"It's embarrassing to say this, but everyone knows that the reason why Hanyue Sect became famous is because of the skills of the founder. It's a pity that no one can practice it now, so we have to change the name of the sect at the risk of being disrespectful."

After the male sect leader changed the Hanyue Sect to the Lie Ri Sect, the sect's fortunes continued to decline and fell directly to the bottom, from a first-class sect that dominated the desert sea to a second-rate sect.

Everyone in the sect said that this was a punishment from the founder of the sect, and many disciples left the sect for fear of getting into trouble.

With disciples abandoning the sect and no fresh blood joining in, Hanyue Sect was no longer able to support itself and completely collapsed.

Only after listening to Xu Xiang's talk about his own sect did the vigilance in Yan Xiu's eyes fade a little.

"Your Excellency, rest assured. I am not a person with bad intentions. I just hope to strengthen the sect and return it to its former glory."

Xu Xiang said while looking at Yan Xiu with burning eyes.

"As long as Dao Zun is willing to bear the pain and let Qing'er take me as her master, I can agree to any conditions from Dao Zun!"

Yan Xiu glanced at him, pointed at the wooden box and said teasingly: "Then my condition is that you revive Qingluan, can you do it?"

Xu Xiang was suddenly speechless.

Xu Xiang is not an immortal, so how could he have the ability to bring the dead back to life?

If I were really that powerful, I wouldn't have been chased and killed by the disciples of the Holy Sky Island.

Xu Xiang immediately added: "Except for this matter, everything else is fine."

Yan Xiu smiled softly and replied, "I can't make the decision on this matter alone. Although Qing'er is young, she is very thoughtful. If you want her to do something she doesn't want to do, it will be useless even if I, her master, step in."

Xu Xiang's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Since Dao Zun neither agreed explicitly nor refused outright, there is still hope for this matter to turn around.

Xu Xiang immediately stood up, bowed and said, "Thank you, Daozun, for your help."

For him, the most difficult thing was not to convince Qing'er to become his disciple, but to pass the test of Dao Zun.

If the Taoist Master doesn't give in, then nothing I can do will help.

As for the little girl, Xu Xiang believed that one day she would understand his good intentions.

"I haven't promised you anything." Yan Xiu said calmly.

In fact, he did this not because he was afraid that Xu Xiang would do something behind the scenes.

Because as long as Qing'er agreed to him, the girl would definitely hand over the skills to him out of caution so that he could verify the authenticity.

As long as Yan Xiu confirmed that there was no problem with the technique, Qing'er would be able to practice with peace of mind.

It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to practice both the Dharma and the Dharma at the same time.

But for Qing'er, who possesses the Xuanyin Bingpo Taoist body, it is a piece of cake.

With the skills that Yan Xiu tailored for Qing'er, and the skills of Lan Lingshuang, the founder of the Hanyue Sect who has roamed the desert and sea for many years, the two complement each other, and Qing'er's future achievements will definitely not be inferior to anyone else.

Upon hearing this, Xu Xiang just smiled, said nothing more, and left the courtyard.

Ever since meeting Qing'er, Xu Xiang's daily trajectory has become fixed.

She gets up early every day to make breakfast for Qing'er, and then follows Qing'er around and shows her courtesy.

When she was thirsty, he offered her clean water; when she was hungry, he brought her delicious food. Even if a fly made Qing'er look unhappy, Xu Xiang would slap the fly to pieces.

Even the three hours of daily lectures were reduced to two hours, and later to one hour.

Except for those few people at the beginning, the rest of the warriors were confused and didn't know what had happened to this senior.

The thirty-third year of Zhenghe.

December.

It is the middle of winter, the coldest time of the year.

It was still dusk at this time and the sun had not yet risen.

The cold wind was like a knife, gently scraping across my cheeks, bringing biting cold. The branches were covered with frost and the whole world was covered in silver.

In the distance, smoke from cooking rises up, interweaving with the cool air to form an elegant picture.

The kitchen was filled with heat as Xu Xiang was busy preparing breakfast.

When the sky turns pale, a delicious breakfast is ready.

Xu Xiang used his inner energy to maintain the temperature of the food at all times to prevent it from getting cold, while hurriedly heading towards his destination.

In a small courtyard, Qing'er was sleepy and had just woken up from her sleep.

After washing up, Xu Xiang’s breakfast was just delivered to the table.

"Thank you, senior."

Qing'er thanked him politely.

There was frost on Xu Xiang's head, and even his clothes were wet.

But he just waved his hand with a smile, and said expectantly: "Try it quickly. If it's cold, I'll take it back and heat it up for you."

Qing'er knew why he went to such great lengths to show his courtesy, so she said, "Actually, senior, you don't have to do this. Qing'er has only one master in this life."

A fleeting sadness flashed across Xu Xiang's face, and then he smiled again.

Before he could speak, Qing'er changed the subject.

"But Master also said that Qing'er has to make the decision on this matter, and he won't interfere. But as the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father, so..."

Xu Xiang was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately said, "It's okay, it's okay!"

"Miss Qing'er, you don't have to worship me as your master. I don't care about these worldly routines. We can just do whatever we want, just do whatever we want!"

I waited for a long time, and finally Qing'er gave in.

"Senior, please don't interrupt me."

Qing'er frowned her beautiful eyebrows and said with a pout.

Xu Xiang quickly apologized.

"But as the saying goes, a teacher is someone who teaches and explains."

"Qing'er won't take advantage of others for nothing, so, since you can't be my master, I can only let you be my junior master."

Qing'er looked serious, and Xu Xiang nodded repeatedly as he listened.

At first Xu Xiang just agreed, but when he heard the last sentence, he was stunned.

Ever since he knew that Qing'er was Dao Zun's third disciple, he didn't dare to hope that Qing'er would become his disciple.

Even if there is no master-disciple relationship, Xu Xiang will pass on the skills of the founder of the sect to Qing'er, just to prevent the founder's years of hard work from being lost.

But I didn't expect Qing'er to say this, which meant that she was willing to compromise and recognize me as her master.

Xu Xiang burst into tears immediately. Qing'er thought he was frozen by the cold weather and hurriedly handed him a handkerchief.

Xu Xiang waved his hands quickly, fearing that he would get it dirty.

He immediately took out a book from his arms and handed it to Qing'er.

"Qing'er, this secret book is the technique practiced by the founder of my Hanyue Sect. It is called Hanyue Heart Sutra. Please keep it well."