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

[In the 17th year of Jianwu, the Fengxiandao forces infiltrated Daming Prefecture with the intention of replacing Fuzhen Temple. The enemy was defeated by you and you received rewards: Xiuxian Secret Art, Qianji Sword Art]

Yan Xiu smiled and closed his eyes to accept the reward.

The techniques of this unique cultivation skill are ordinary, but the mystery contained in it is amazing.

With this sword technique, any move can be turned into two, two into three, and three into four. Those with a high level of skill can create an endless number of moves that are dazzling.

“If it were used in sword moves, Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin would probably be similar to this.” Yan Xiu sighed.

Flying swords in the sky is probably the lifelong dream of every swordsman. Needless to say, the majesty of that is naturally great, so he decided to spend two hours every day practicing this skill.

"Zhu Miao."

"exist."

A response came from outside the door, and the leader of the Demon Sect pushed the door open and walked in, bowing about ten feet away from Yan Xiu.

He had just dealt with the corpse of the Taoist priest who served the immortal, so there was inevitably a smell of blood on his body. In order to avoid upsetting Yan Xiu, he deliberately did not come forward.

"Send someone to monitor the Fengxian Dao people. I don't think they will just give up."

Zhu Miao agreed and retreated, while at the same time mourning in his heart for those guys who were ignorant of the danger. It seemed that more heads would fall to the ground.

Apart from a few disciples in the temple who were injured, this little disturbance did not cause any impact.

However, Li Feng and his third senior brother felt bad.

After all, Fuzhen Temple had been able to overcome several crises with the help of Yan Xiu, which also created an unprecedented desire in their hearts to pursue the realm of martial arts.

They also hope that one day they can become the backbone of Fuzhen Temple.

After Yan Xiu learned about this, he personally refined several batches of elixirs to improve aptitude and bones, and spent a lot of time leaving his own annotations on the various martial arts techniques in the Cangwu Pavilion so that future generations could comprehend them.

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In the blink of an eye, it is winter. It is the dead of winter and the cold wind penetrates the skin.

Looking around, the mountains and fields seemed to be covered with a layer of snow.

The disciples of the Taoist temple practiced martial arts in the courtyard. The heat generated by the circulation of their true qi evaporated the snowflakes three inches close to their bodies.

Above the Fuzhen Temple, there was a shadow shuttling among the snowflakes.

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Suddenly, there was a loud and high-pitched cry, and a shadow in the sky began to fall. Only when you got closer could you see what it was.

A blue phoenix the size of a peacock, with blue and green feathers and a long feather on its tail, was wandering gracefully in the mountains.

It made a clear bird cry and slowly flew to the highest point of Fuzhen Temple, which was also Yan Xiu's residence.

Yan Xiu walked out of the house, and Qingluan happened to land there.

He took out a pill and fed it to Qingluan, who immediately let out a happy cry.

It was because Qingluan had been nourished by Yan Xiu's spiritual power for a long time before she was born, and a thin thread of spiritual power was produced in her body, so swallowing the pill was naturally not a problem for her.

However, it has not yet developed any intelligence and does not know how to cultivate. It only roams around in the mountains every day, scaring the surrounding animals and causing them to flee in all directions. No one except Yan Xiu can control it.

At first, the disciples in the temple who were unaware of the situation were shocked, and they were terrified that a monster had appeared quietly on the mountain. They were not relieved until Yan Xiu came forward to explain.

At the same time, they also secretly admired him, thinking that he was worthy of being the eldest brother, as he could actually tame a rare monster in the world.

Many pilgrims who come to the mountain to burn incense can often catch a glimpse of the blue phoenix wandering in the mountains and forests.

Its graceful and gentle posture and loud and melodious call make many people think that it is a divine bird.

With the unintentional spread of many pilgrims, the news that a divine bird had descended to the world at Fuzhen Temple spread like wildfire.

The eighteenth year of Jianwu.

The north wind gradually dies down and spring arrives.

Zhu Miao hurried over with some intelligence documents.

He glanced at Qingluan who was combing her hair next to him and said, "I heard that the first owner of this egg spent three years trying to figure out how to hatch it. I didn't expect that the Taoist master figured out the secret in just a few months. He is indeed very wise."

Faced with Zhu Miao's flattery, Yan Xiu did not answer, but just flipped through the memorial.

The power of Fengxiandao developed very rapidly, and residents of many surrounding counties had become their believers.

Although Yan Xiu asked the disciples of the Taoist priest Fengxian to take his words back alive, the Taoist priest Fengxian turned a blind eye to the warning and still sent his disciples to preach in Daming Prefecture.

Although Zheng Fuyin wanted to encircle and suppress the group, this group of people was very powerful and easily severely injured the officers and soldiers.

"Master, according to reports from my disciples, there are already more than 10,000 followers of Fengxian Dao, and they are very powerful. It is said that there are even masters of Xiantian Realm among them. Residents of several small towns around have converted to this evil cult. I am afraid that they will come to Daming Prefecture in a few days."

Zhu Miao didn't care about Fengxian Dao. If he wanted, he could use the power of the Demon Sect to eliminate them. Instead, he really wanted to see the scene where they came to provoke Yan Xiu without knowing the consequences.

Yan Xiu frowned slightly after listening to this.

You should know that the third rank can be called a first-class master, and the innate realm is enough to dominate the world.

He couldn't help but feel strange that a cult that had been suppressed to the point of almost disappearing actually had such a master hidden away.

Then his expression relaxed again.

Forget it, don’t worry about it. If there is one, kill one. If there are two, kill a pair. No matter whether they are in the innate realm or not, it is a reward for myself anyway.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye another month has passed.

In Daming Prefecture, a group of Taoist priests dressed in purple held high the banner of Fengxian Dao, and hundreds of them marched along the street in a mighty procession.

People along the way hurriedly hid in shops for fear of being bumped into.

As they walked, they recited slogans that were difficult to understand, with pious expressions and a huge momentum.

The residents did not dare to come out until the long queue had left.

"I heard that the followers of Fengxian Dao are spread all over the surrounding counties, and there are tens of thousands of them!"

"My mother believed in this evil cult. She refused to take medicine when she was sick and just chanted incantations in bed. She died in pain. I don't know why the government didn't do anything about it."

"From the direction they are heading, it seems they are heading towards Fuzhen Temple."

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Fuzhenguan.

Those who worship Taoism crowded in front of the Taoist temple's gate, holding up flags and chanting slogans over and over again, making those who came to burn incense and those who wanted to go down the mountain in a dilemma.

"I will honor you with my immortal name and attain enlightenment soon."

"May you be called an immortal and attain enlightenment soon..."

Li Feng went forward to argue, but the other party did not answer him. Instead, he shouted slogans even louder.

Just when he was about to take action to drive away this group of people, he suddenly sensed several sharp auras.

Li Feng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked outside the mountain gate in disbelief, his tone full of panic.

"How...how is this possible..."

In the distance, several powerful auras were approaching at high speed, the weakest of which was at the third level of the Transformation Realm.

And there was a stream of energy among them that was like a huge wave, and he was like a small boat in the vast ocean in front of it.

"Xiantian realm!"

Li Feng finally cried out.