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

The seventeenth year of Jianwu.

Autumn.

The war between the imperial court and the remnants of the Great Jin Dynasty is still going on. The rebels, assisted by masters of the Xiantian realm, begin to counterattack. The people's livelihood in several states is declining under the devastation of war.

During the war, a plague broke out, leaving many villages empty-handed. Local governments were already busy trying to control the plague.

Many evil sects that had been dormant for a long time in the Yuan Dynasty took the opportunity to recruit followers, and their power grew stronger and stronger, successively affecting the surrounding counties and cities.

The main force of the imperial court was tied up in the quagmire between the northern border and the Shatuo Kingdom, and it was difficult to withdraw troops to support the Guizhou riot for a while.

During this period, many refugees fled to Daming Prefecture.

Fortunately, the government granaries still have surplus grain, so it is not difficult to deal with this situation, but it is not a long-term solution.

For a time, the fortunes of the Yuan Dynasty almost hit rock bottom.

After reading it, Yan Xiu closed the letter and sighed in his heart.

I never thought that the remnants of the Jin Dynasty could fight with the imperial court for so long.

He suddenly shook his head again, because he knew that even though the rebels seemed to have a greater advantage at the moment, the outcome was already determined.

The remnants of the Great Jin Dynasty cannot cause any rebellion.

On his right hand side, a plump little bird with green and blue tender feathers was drinking and pecking.

The egg that Zhu Miao gave him had hatched, and out came out a chubby little guy.

After flipping through some books on strange beasts that recorded various strange species, Yan Xiu found that it was very similar to the legendary young blue luan bird, so he simply named it Qingluan.

Qingluan, who had seen Yan Xiu since birth, naturally regarded the little Taoist priest in front of her as her closest person and stood on Yan Xiu's shoulder all day long.

He gently tapped the furry little head with his finger, and the chubby little bird that was drinking water choked. It pecked at Yan Xiu's finger hard, making a crisp sound of dissatisfaction.

Yan Xiu laughed, his heart full of expectations for it.

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One day, a little Taoist boy suddenly ran up.

"Big Brother, someone is provoking us outside the gate. Third Brother is no match for him. He is threatening that Big Brother is a demon and wants to drive us down the mountain."

Having said this, the Taoist boy clenched his fists, his eyes filled with tears of frustration.

As an eyewitness of what happened in the south of the city, he naturally understood that his senior brother was definitely not a demon, but the reincarnation of a true god.

But he was no match for his opponent, and all his rebuttals seemed pale and powerless.

Yan Xiu frowned when he heard this.

The reputation of Fuzhen Temple is well-known in Daming Prefecture. How could anyone dare to come and provoke it?

Zhu Miao on the side sneered disdainfully and said grimly, "How dare these scoundrels be so rampant? There is no need for the Taoist priest to take action. I will go and deal with those ignorant guys."

The little Taoist boy looked at the old Taoist priest in front of him with confusion in his heart.

Isn't this old guy a mountain road sweeper? Why is he talking so arrogantly? Isn't he afraid of biting his tongue?

Yan Xiu glanced at him, and Zhu Miao immediately shrank his neck, wondering if he had said something wrong.

"Who is the other party?"

The little Taoist boy sniffed and replied, "I don't know. I just heard that it is a sect called Fengxiandao. I heard that many residents in the city have converted to this sect."

Follow the immortal way?

Yan Xiu frowned slightly.

I think it must be those evil cults that have been silent for a long time. I didn't expect that they would expand their influence to Daming Prefecture so quickly.

act recklessly!

Yan Xiu's face suddenly turned cold. He had a strong aversion to these things from the bottom of his heart.

"Where's Helian Cheng?"

The little Taoist boy snorted and said, "That kid heard that a circus troupe had come to the city, so he sneaked down the mountain."

Yan Xiu smiled helplessly, walked out of the house and walked towards the mountain gate.

The leader of the Demon Sect behind him had a gloating expression on his face.

Today, I am letting others experience the same suffering that I endured in the past.

He followed while thinking.

Outside the mountain gate.

The two groups of people were facing each other.

Taoist Mingxu looked pale, his Taoist robe was cut with a hole in it and black blood was oozing out. The disciples behind him were also injured and looked angry.

Opposite them stood a group of Taoist priests in purple robes, led by a middle-aged Taoist priest with thin cheeks and rat-like eyes.

This person is the head of one of the eight incense halls of Fengxian Dao, and calls himself the Taoist Shixian. He came here to collect information about the situation in Daming Prefecture.

The Taoist priest touched his beard and said contemptuously, "A loser with a cultivation level of only the fourth rank dares to show off his skills in front of an expert. I advise you to become a disciple of an old Taoist priest instead. Maybe you can even become a Taoist priest's boy."

After saying this, he glanced greedily at the female disciples.

Taoist Mingxu has not recovered from the poison yet, and he can't even use half of his transformation realm cultivation, so he is naturally no match for his opponent.

Li Feng spat fiercely, pointed at him and said, "How dare you talk nonsense, you evil Taoist? When my senior brother comes, I will make sure you will pay for it!"

After hearing this, the disciples of Fengxiandao burst into wild and sarcastic laughter.

Before they came, they had naturally heard about what Yan Xiu had done in the south of the city, but in their opinion it was simply nonsense.

How could a seed mature in just half an hour? This must be a huge lie made up by the disciples of Fuzhen Temple in order to earn money from incense offerings.

The Taoist priest Shixian sneered and said, "In that case, please ask your senior brother to come out over there so that I can see the demeanor of an immortal!"

After saying that, he suddenly exploded and rushed towards several people.

Taoist Mingxu didn't care about the injuries in his body. Just as he was trying to force himself to raise his internal energy, a sound of breaking air came from the sky.

call out!

A black shadow flew out from nowhere and hit the Taoist priest.

The latter seemed to have hit an invisible wall and was bounced back, falling to the ground in a mess with a bruised face.

At this time, Yan Xiuxin walked over, followed by the leader of the Demon Sect.

Li Feng and other disciples were all excited and looked excited.

The eldest brother is here!

Perhaps feeling the humiliating gazes, the Taoist priest suddenly stood up and pointed at Yan Xiu, shouting and cursing.

"You, a junior, actually resorted to such despicable means as sneak attacks. You have no moral principles!"

"Noisy!"

Yan Xiu naturally wouldn't talk to such a person. He immediately unsheathed the Ziyuan Sword. The next moment, the sword light flashed so brightly that everyone closed their eyes involuntarily.

All they heard was the sound of the sword piercing through flesh and blood, and when they opened their eyes, they all looked shocked.

A line of blood appeared on the Taoist priest's forehead.

"First...innate..."

Before he could finish his words, he was split into two halves, blood mixed with internal organs spilled onto the ground, splashing up dust.

The Taoist priest who was at the third level of transformation was split into two halves by a sword!

His disciples' faces lost all color, and they were trembling with fear and wanted to leave first.

"Go back and tell the people of Fengxian Dao that this will be their fate if they dare to step into Daming Prefecture in the future!"

Yan Xiu's voice was like thunder exploding in their ears, scaring them so much that they ran down the mountain in a hurry.

Some people even uttered cruel words, but the next second they were pierced through by a purple light and nailed to the ground.

A mountain breeze carrying a pungent smell of blood blew by, waking everyone up.

"Is this the strength of the eldest brother?"

"He killed a master of the Transformation Realm with just one move. I wonder when I will be able to possess such power."

The disciples whispered to each other, their words filled with reverence.

Taoist Mingxu also had a complicated expression.

Yan Xiu left without looking back, and left a word when he passed by Zhu Miao.

"Go clean up the body. It looks disgusting."

Although Zhu Miao was reluctant, he did not dare to disobey and could only move forward with his nose pinched.