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

Liu Ting's tone was sonorous and powerful.

If it was his predecessor, he would have been convinced long ago after a series of verbal brainwashing, but Yan Xiu was not moved.

Today, the Yuan Dynasty is a powerful country, and except for the wars on the borders, the country is basically peaceful.

Moreover, the current emperor values ​​military power, and the troops under his command are stronger than before. Yan Xiu really couldn't understand how they could overthrow the Yuan Dynasty and re-establish the Jin Dynasty.

If he agreed to their request, it would also be beneficial to Yan Xiu.

Because his golden finger means that as long as he survives various disasters, he can get rewards. Once he agrees, he will definitely face endless assassinations and the rewards will definitely be very generous. But the problem is that Yan Xiu is not clear about the strength of the remnants of the Dajin.

If I raise the flag of rebellion today and am suppressed by the emperor tomorrow, wouldn’t that be a huge loss?

"Your Highness, please follow me back to take charge of the army and take back the world that belongs to the Great Jin Dynasty!"

Just as his thoughts were racing, Liu Ting and others knelt in front of him and said.

Yan Xiu made a decision after pondering for a moment.

"I'm sorry, I can't obey your order on this matter."

When Liu Ting heard this, he suddenly looked up, his eyes full of disbelief.

Then his expression relaxed and he thought that when the Jin Dynasty was destroyed, the prince was still in his infancy. He knew nothing about the destruction of his country and his family, and naturally he would not have much deep hatred.

But for them, the tragic scenes of those years are still vivid in their minds. These are irreconcilable blood feuds, so they will naturally not give up easily.

"I've gotten used to my current life, ringing the bell and reciting scriptures every morning. It's a peaceful life. Why should I start a war? Once the war breaks out, I don't know when the smoke and flames of war will stop."

"When it prospers, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer."

Upon hearing this, Liu Ting stood up with difficulty and sighed, knowing that just talking would not make Yan Xiu make up his mind, and he had not intended to do so from the beginning.

Then he winked at the side, and the two men who looked like guards beside him said in unison: "Excuse me, Your Highness!"

While speaking, they all reached out to Yan Xiu's shoulders, trying to control him.

"I know that it will be difficult for Your Highness to accept this matter for a while, but this matter involves the plan to restore the Jin Dynasty, and Your Highness cannot act on his own. I, this old minister, will apologize to Your Highness in the future." Liu Ting said with his hands behind his back and a serious expression.

Yan Xiu took a few steps back and avoided the capture.

Seeing this, the two guards attacked again. They seemed ferocious, but their main purpose was to capture the prince. They would never dare to use any brutal force. If they hurt the prince, they would be blamed for their own death.

From the looks of it now, this person has made up his mind to take me back.

Yan Xiu sighed inwardly.

It seems that the two guards are also at the eighth level of body tempering. Although my cultivation level is the same as theirs, I am practicing immortal cultivation techniques, and the spiritual energy I generate is naturally much stronger than the true energy.

He immediately changed his steps, and his body moved close to the side of one of the guards like a ghost. He turned his palm into a fist and landed on his chest. The guard immediately flew backwards as if he had been hit hard.

Facing the subsequent attack, Yan Xiu countered with his fist. Suddenly, the latter felt as if his fist had hit a huge rock. Waves of piercing pain came over him and his face turned pale in an instant.

Liu Ting, who thought he had it all figured out, was a little surprised when he saw this scene. Before coming, he learned that Yan Xiu had been just a miscellaneous disciple in the temple in the past few years and had no way of learning martial arts.

Now it seems that fighting two at once is no problem at all. I'm afraid his cultivation has already reached the middle third level.

Liu Ting originally thought that his words could convince Yan Xiu to unite against a common enemy, and even if that didn't work, he could rely on force. However, who knew this would be the result. He knew that he might not be able to take Yan Xiu away today, and his voice became hoarse.

"Your Highness, do you really not want to go back with me?"

Yan Xiu nodded.

Liu Ting laughed miserably and banged his head against the pillar.

"I am an incompetent old minister. I regret abandoning the prince. If not, this wouldn't have happened. Restoring the country may be a luxury. My late emperor, I am here to apologize to you!"

After saying that, he slammed into the pillar in the hall.

The imagined scene of brain bursting did not appear, and Yan Xiu stopped Liu Ting first.

The latter was immediately delighted, knowing that there was still hope. He grabbed Yan Xiu's sleeve and burst into tears.

"Your Highness, do you know that we have worked hard for more than ten years to achieve this day, and that dog-traitor Tang Di wants to eat our flesh and sleep on our skin all the time? Can Your Highness really bear to do this?"

Yan Xiu did not answer, but shook off his hand with his sleeves and walked straight out of the hall.

Liu Ting's rising hope was instantly shattered. He put away his previous expression and spoke.

"Since Your Highness is unwilling to go back with us, I will not force you. I only ask Your Highness to hand over the token to this old minister, otherwise it will be difficult to report back."

Yan Xiu paused, pulled off a jade pendant from his chest, threw it back into his hand, and left without looking back.

Liu Ting and his companions did not dwell on the issue for too long. They lit three incense sticks in the main hall and then left.

As for inviting the prince back, it was not a difficult task. Since the real prince Yan Xiu was unwilling to go back with them, they would probably go somewhere to find someone of similar age and appearance, and use the token as evidence to prove that this person was the prince, and no one would question it.

If anyone dares to doubt, just kill him with one blow.

...

...

The next day.

Yan Xiu looked at the words in front of him with an amused expression.

[In the 14th year of Jianwu, the remnants of the Jin Dynasty came to Fuzhen Temple and tried to make a comeback by borrowing your identity as the crown prince of the previous dynasty. You refused and successfully avoided being killed. You were rewarded: martial arts skills, Yiqi Hai Na Gong.]

It seems that the rebellion by the remnants of the Great Jin Dynasty is doomed to fail, Yan Xiu thought to himself as he accepted the Yi Qi Hai Na Gong.

This is an internal strength mental method, which is supreme. It uses the spirits of all things as a medium and the sun, moon and stars as instruments, swallowing up the heaven and earth, absorbing all rivers and streams, and converging them into the body for its own use. When it is cultivated to the pinnacle, one can control objects with true Qi and win the battle from three feet away.

"That's quite mysterious."

Yan Xiu chuckled.

As the mantras flowed into his mind, Yan Xiu also began to practice this method. With the blessing of the Purple Mansion Immortal Sutra, it was effortless to practice this martial arts method. The bottleneck that ordinary people found difficult to break through was nothing to him.

About an hour later, he had fully comprehended the Yiqi Haina Gong.

"How about giving it a try?"

Then he came outside the house, circulated his mental skills and pushed out with a palm.

An invisible force swirled out from the palm of his hand and headed straight for an ancient tree three meters away.

The next moment, the tree was cut in half, but the remaining force did not dissipate, leaving a palm print on a rock behind.

Yan Xiu nodded with satisfaction.

He only used less than one level of skill to exert such power. If he used his full strength, even a warrior in the Bone Tempering Realm would find it difficult to withstand it.

Since Liu Ting left, Yan Xiu was accepted as a disciple by Taoist Master Mingxu. This matter was widely circulated in the Taoist temple. Many people did not hide their envy of him. Some even ran to build relationships with Yan Xiu as soon as they heard the news, hoping to become familiar to him in the future.

You should know that Taoist Mingxu, including Yan Xiu, has only accepted six disciples so far, two of whom are extremely talented.

The eldest senior brother Shi Wujie was already a master of the Bone Tempering Realm at the age of sixteen. Although the second senior sister Shu Jianqing was not as advanced as him in realm, she was quite talented in alchemy.

Although the rest are not as good as him, they are also leading figures in Fuzhen Temple. The eldest brother Shi Wujie is very likely to be the next person in charge of Fuzhen Temple.

After much thought, as for the fact that Taoist Mingxu accepted him as a disciple, he could only attribute it to Liu Ting.

Although Yan Xiu wanted to keep a low profile, his already outstanding appearance became even more otherworldly after practicing the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture, like a banished immortal.

After hearing about this, many female disciples in the Taoist temple could not help but come to find out what was going on. In addition, the fact that she was accepted as a disciple by Taoist Mingxu became the talk of the town for a while.

The Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture has already been cultivated to the second level. So Yan Xiu's current cultivation level can be considered as the Bone Tempering Realm.

If other people knew about this, they would probably be shocked. Even a martial arts genius that appears only once in a thousand years could not be this good. In just over a month, he jumped from a general disciple with no cultivation to a master of the Bone Tempering Realm.

"Others practice martial arts while I practice Taoism. This is the difference."

Yan Xiu couldn't help but sigh.