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

I saw that the thing was shaped like a tower, pure white like mutton fat, and exuded a strong milky aroma.

"What is this?" Tang Yu asked.

Qing Er snorted and said, "Cake!"

Everyone looked at each other when they heard this, and they all looked confused.

It’s no wonder they made such expressions. After all, it’s a bit early for cakes to appear in this era.

"My master taught me to make this. He said that in his hometown, people eat this on their birthdays."

At this time, Xu Zhiqing suddenly said, "Speaking of this, have you ever heard where the Taoist came from?"

Although Daozun grew up in Fuzhen Temple since he was a child, with his rise, people began to spread rumors that Daozun was an immortal who had descended to the earth.

After all, moving mountains and filling the sea, and coming back to life are such incredible things that warriors cannot do, and they are already beyond the scope of martial arts.

When he said this, everyone turned their eyes to Taoist Mingxu.

After all, Taoist Mingxu watched Yan Xiu grow up and should know him best.

But Taoist Mingxu smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Don't overestimate me, everyone. Although I am Yan Xiu's master, I am only at the Tiangang realm."

"As for his background, I only know that he was the crown prince of the previous dynasty, nothing else."

No matter how people discuss it, there is one thing that everyone agrees on.

The Taoist must be an immortal who has descended to the mortal world.

Helian Cheng listened to the heated discussions among the group of people but did not join in.

He dipped his finger into a little cake and put it in his mouth, smacking it to taste it.

Suddenly his eyes lit up and he exclaimed in surprise.

"So this is what immortals eat?!"

After saying that, he reached out again, wanting to take another one.

Seeing Helian Cheng like this, Qing'er angrily knocked his black hand away.

"Everyone has a share, take your hands off me!"

On the top of the mountain.

Yan Xiu looked at the people playing and playing in the yard, and his heart was filled with peace and tranquility.

At this time, Qing'er brought a portion of the cake to Yan Xiu.

"Master, please try it."

Qing'er looked at him with joy on her face.

Yan Xiu smiled slightly, took the cake and took a bite.

"Yes, I haven't tasted this flavor for many years."

There was a hint of nostalgia in his tone.

It has been several decades since I traveled to this world.

Although he is now a Taoist master who is above millions of people, he still thinks of the past days from time to time.

Yan Xiu shook his head slightly to get rid of the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

Now I have become accustomed to my current life.

Meditating every day, reading popular novels, and then guiding his disciples in their studies, is not boring at all.

"Master, Qing'er has a request."

Qing'er twisted her ten green onion fingers together and said carefully: "Now that I have also reached the Tiangang realm, can you let Qing'er go down the mountain again?"

After several years of practice, under the guidance of Yan Xiu, Qing'er entered the Tiangang realm that everyone in the martial arts world had always dreamed of at the age of sixteen.

You have to know that among Qing'er's peers, there are countless people who are still stuck in the innate realm and cannot get a glimpse of the essence.

Qing'er's cultivation speed is no longer something that can be described as exaggerated, it is simply astonishing.

"I don't know why, but Qing'er has been feeling a little depressed these days in the mountains."

"My disciple is now only one step away from the Primordial Realm. Perhaps I will be able to break through this time when I go down the mountain!"

After Qing'er finished speaking, she looked at her master with a pitiful expression.

Yan Xiu pinched her chubby cheeks and said with a smile, "Good for you. Now you have grown up and become more powerful, right?"

In fact, even if Qing'er didn't say anything, Yan Xiu was also prepared to let her enter the world.

After all, I have been going up the mountain for so many years, and it is time to see the world below the mountain.

"I remember that your uncle Shouyuan also accepted two disciples, named Wenbin and Mengdong."

"Since we are going down the mountain, let's go with them."

Qing'er cheered when she heard that and couldn't help but want to rush over to hug him, but Yan Xiu reached out his hand to stop her.

"You are a grown-up girl now, don't act like you did before. If your husband sees you, he will think I am disrespectful to my age."

Now Qing'er has grown into a beautiful young lady with a well-proportioned figure.

In addition, after practicing the Hanyue Heart Sutra, his entire body exudes a cool and pure temperament like that of the Guanghan Fairy.

Yan Xiu could already foresee that Qing'er would be an icy beauty that countless men would be obsessed with in the future.

"Whoever dares to say that our master is old, I'll whip him!"

Ever since Yan Xiu took the anti-aging elixir, his appearance has remained that of a man in his twenties, which is totally different from people's stereotype of an immortal.

"And Qing'er doesn't want to get married. She wants to stay with Master for the rest of her life!"

Qing'er suddenly pouted and said.

The master not only saved her life, but also accepted her as his disciple.

In Qing'er's heart, Yan Xiu has long been regarded as a person as important as her mother.

Yan Xiu smiled faintly upon hearing this and said nothing more.

He possesses the fruit of immortality and is destined to live as long as the sky.

One day, all the familiar faces around you will leave you as time goes by.

The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the new generation replaces the old.

After a few hundred years at most, you will be the only one left in the end.

“When are you going to go down the mountain?”

Yan Xiu changed the subject and asked.

"In the next three to five days, we will go down the mountain once everything is ready." Qing'er replied.

Yan Xiu nodded slightly, then called Shou Yuan and Shou Qing.

Not long after, the two men came to the audience with their respective disciples.

"I've met senior brother."

"I've met Dao Zun!"

Different from Shou Yuan and Shou Qing's indifference, their disciples all had excited expressions on their faces.

This was the first time that Wen Bin and Meng Dong had seen this legendary immortal Taoist master in all the years they had been practicing at Fuzhen Temple.

That glance from afar back then was deeply imprinted in the minds of both of them and has not been forgotten for a long time.

Now that they finally saw the Taoist Master in person, how could they not suppress the excitement and excitement in their hearts.

But what comes with it is a sense of restraint, an awkwardness when facing someone in a high position.

Shou Yuan Shou Qing saw the embarrassment of his disciples, smiled faintly and said: "Senior Brother has always disliked those rules and regulations, you don't have to be so restrained."

Having said that, Wenbin and others still seemed a little timid.

This is the Taoist Master, an immortal who moved mountains with his own strength, destroyed an army of millions, and killed countless powerful enemies. How could they not be nervous?

It was not until Yan Xiu spoke, with a magical power in his voice that made people relax, that they finally let go.

"Brother, you called us here, is there something important you want to tell me?" Shou Yuan spoke first.

Yan Xiu nodded and said, "Yes, Qing'er will go with you when we go down the mountain this time."