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

The cover of the book is made of animal skin, and it has not shown any wear and tear despite the passage of time. The four big words "Han Yue Xin Jue" are outlined in gold thread on it. It is only a thin ten pages.

Qing'er took it solemnly, and after obtaining Xu Xiang's consent, she began to read it.

"The founder of my sect is named Lan Lingshuang, a saintly lady who roamed the desert sea three thousand years ago, and this Cold Moon Heart Sutra is the result of her painstaking efforts."

"This technique has extremely demanding requirements. Only women with the Xuanyin Bingpo Dao Body can practice it."

"It's a pity that after the death of the founder, Hanyue Sect never found another person with the Xuanyin Bingpo Dao Body, which also led to the gradual decline of Hanyue Sect."

"Qing'er, after you obtain this skill, you must practice diligently day and night, and don't give up after a few days..."

While Xu Xiang was talking eloquently, Qing'er closed the book and returned it to him.

Xu Xiang looked confused and said, "Why did you give it back to me? Since I gave it to you for cultivation, you should keep it."

Qing'er shook her head and said confidently, "No need, I have already memorized all the contents here."

Xu Xiang couldn't believe his ears.

It only took Qing'er a quarter of an hour to memorize the Hanyue Heart Sutra?

You should know that the content here is as obscure and difficult to understand as the heavenly book. I don't know how many disciples of Hanyue Sect tried to comprehend it, but almost went astray in the end.

Even Xu Xiang didn't dare to watch every time, for fear that he would be fooled like his predecessors.

He immediately pointed out several passages in the book and asked Qing'er to read them.

Sure enough, Qing'er just thought about it briefly and then told the contents one by one without any error.

Seeing this, Xu Xiang couldn't help but sigh in his heart that there is hope for the Hanyue Sect to revive.

"Don't worry, little master. I have memorized all of them. If there are any questions, you can borrow them from me when the time comes."

Qing'er returned the Hanyue Heart Sutra to Xu Xiang.

Xu Xiang just took it blankly with a smile on his face.

Qing'er calls me little master, that's really nice.

Xu Xiang was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

After all, Xu Xiang was a powerful warrior in the Hunyuan realm, but he was actually bewildered by a few words from a little girl.

If others saw this, they would probably be shocked.

"Little Master, I wonder if there are other brothers and sisters besides me?"

Qing'er asked with some curiosity.

After hearing Qing'er's question, Xu Xiang's smile disappeared and a hint of sadness rose in his face.

He sighed deeply and said, "There was one, but he died later."

Qing'er realized that she had accidentally brought up the sad memories of her young master, and apologized quickly.

Xu Xiang waved his hand to indicate that nothing serious was happening.

After all, many years have passed, and the sadness in my heart has long been diluted by time.

"You originally had a senior brother named Han Yunxuan. Although his cultivation was not very good, he was kind-hearted and a good kid."

Xu Xiang's face, which was filled with sorrow, showed a faint smile when he talked about his only disciple. It seemed that he was very satisfied with him.

"It's a pity that he got into trouble with someone and died tragically in an unknown place."

When Xu Xiang said this, he couldn't help but grit his teeth and tears welled up in his eyes.

Over the years, he has been investigating the cause of his apprentice's death and moving among various forces in Mohai.

It was not until he finally found out the reason at the Holy Sky Island that he knew the general reason.

However, the Sky Holy Island was a wealthy and powerful country, and it was not something that a disciple from a declining sect like him could afford to provoke. In the end, he had no choice but to give up.

For this reason, he got drunk and cried bitterly in front of his apprentice's grave, cursing himself for being a teacher but unable to avenge his apprentice.

Later, Xu Xiang wandered around, trying to find another disciple, but no one caught his eye.

Until he came to Da Yuan and met this little girl with the Xuanyin Bingpo Taoist body.

Qing'er gently comforted Xu Xiang, who then calmed down and said, "That's impolite. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Qing'er."

Qing Er shook her head and said, "There is no such thing as losing composure. My little master was just expressing his true feelings."

Although she is young, she is very thoughtful.

Xu Xiang calmed down after hearing Qing'er's words of comfort, and said with a smile: "The end of the year is approaching, Qing'er, if there is anything you like, I will go find it for you."

Now that his wish had been fulfilled, Xu Xiang no longer had any worries.

He believed that Qing'er would thrive under the protection of the Taoist Master.

Maybe one day he will become a figure like the founder of the sect, and it is possible that he will restore the reputation of the Hanyue Sect.

Qing'er thought about it, and finally shook her head and said, "Qing'er doesn't want anything, so you don't have to worry about it, little master."

Xu Xiang agreed verbally, but he was thinking about something else in his mind.

In the courtyard.

Qing'er wrote down all the Hanyue Heart Sutras that she had memorized in her mind on paper and finally gave it to Yan Xiu.

Yan Xiu read ten lines at a glance, scanning them quickly.

After confirming that the Hanyue Heart Sutra was correct, he also felt that Lan Lingshuang was indeed a genius.

"It is not an exaggeration to call this Hanyue Heart Sutra a treasure in the Great Yuan Martial World. It seems that Xu Xiang really has no evil intentions. You can practice it. If you have any doubts, you can tell me and I will help you solve them."

Qing'er knew the Hanyue Heart Sutra by heart, so she naturally understood how obscure and difficult it was.

If someone else said this, she would definitely not believe it, but when it came from Yan Xiu's mouth, she believed it unconditionally.

After all, everyone knows that the Taoist Master is a true immortal who has descended to the earth.

"Disciple will obey."

After receiving Yan Xiu's reply, Qing'er no longer had any worries and began to practice Hanyue Heart Sutra.

...

The thirty-fourth year of Zhenghe.

Spring Festival.

The festive atmosphere this year is much stronger than ever before.

The main roads of the capital were filled with a festive and busy scene, with crowds of people jostling each other.

The temple fair was extremely lively, with various splendid folk arts performing, attracting countless people to stop and watch, and to throw out tips from time to time.

When night falls, the sky is lit up by colorful fireworks, just like daytime.

Yan Xiu once again stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the lights of thousands of homes in the distance.

Behind him, Xu Xiang hadn't experienced the taste of the New Year for a long time.

But he came here not to climb up to the top and see the distant view, but to say goodbye to Yan Xiu.

After spending these days with Qing'er, Xu Xiang discovered that her talent could almost be described as incredible.

Not only did he memorize the entire Hanyue Heart Sutra by heart in a very short period of time, but he also easily mastered some of the requirements without my help.

This made Xu Xiang, who had been studying Hanyue Heart Sutra for decades but still couldn't get the hang of it, feel ashamed.

He knew that he could not help Qing'er if he stayed here, so it would be better for him to return to Mohai to deal with the matter before returning to Dayuan.

"Have you decided to go back?"

Yan Xiu asked without turning his head.

Xu Xiang nodded in affirmation: "Yes, I have some important matters to deal with when I return to Mohai this time. I will return to Dayuan in three or four years at most."