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

After returning to his room, Yan Xiu sat on the bed with a frown on his face.

He discovered a problem, which was that the current strength of Fuzhen Temple was too weak.

Apart from Helian Cheng and Zhu Miao who were subdued by him, the only master in the realm of transformation was his master Taoist Mingxu, and he was poisoned and could not exert even 50% of his cultivation.

Next down is the taciturn third senior brother, who is now at the fourth level of Bone Tempering Realm and only one step away from the Transformation Realm.

But this step has stumped countless martial arts heroes, and some even fail to realize the key to entering the realm of perfection until they die.

As for Li Fengshu Jianqing and others who have been standing still for many years and have difficulty improving their cultivation, I think it must be because of their own understanding.

Although the elixirs refined before can improve one's aptitude and physique, they are just ordinary things after all.

Thinking of this, Yan Xiu sighed, and a line of words appeared in front of him.

[In the 18th year of Jianwu, Lou Yan, the leader of Fengxian Dao, coveted Qingluan and attacked Fuzhen Temple with the power of the entire sect. He was later killed by you. You survived the disaster and received the reward: the innate spiritual object, Jianmu]

Jianmu originated in ancient times. After spreading its branches and leaves, it can not only emit pure spiritual energy, but also gather all the spiritual energy wandering between heaven and earth. Practicing and comprehension within the scope of Jianmu can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

It was really like a pillow being given to someone when he was sleepy. Yan Xiu laughed in his heart.

With a gentle flick of his right hand, a seed appeared in the palm of his hand.

He came to the courtyard and planted the Jianmu seeds, then gently waved his sleeves to inject a trace of soft spiritual power.

“I don’t know when it will grow into lush branches and leaves.”

Yan Xiu had the immortality fruit, so he was naturally not worried about when Jianmu would grow. However, he didn't know whether Li Feng and others in Fuzhen Temple could see Jianmu grow up in their generation.

Although the cultivation techniques can prolong life, Yan Xiu has no plans to teach them at the moment. He has done nothing wrong or owed anything to anyone in this life, so there is no need for him to do so much for them.

He was a person with a calm nature. If a situation like the farmer and the snake arose in the future, it would be really embarrassing for Yan Xiu.

At this time Helian Cheng ran up excitedly and slid all the way to his knees in front of Yan Xiu.

"Master, I want to learn your sword moves!"

Yan Xiu watered Jianmu and said, "Next year the three-year period will be up, you should go down the mountain."

Helian Cheng became anxious when he heard this.

How could he just go down the mountain like that when he hasn’t learned such cool martial arts yet?

"No! I promised Taoist Mingxu that I would sweep the mountain roads for twenty years. A man should keep his word and never break his promise!"

Yan Xiu turned around, shook his head and said with a smile: "Since you don't want to go down the mountain, then you don't need to sweep the mountain path. Go to the temple and guide the fellow disciples tomorrow."

Helian Cheng nodded repeatedly, looking expectant, "Then...when are you going to teach me this sword move?"

Yan Xiu pretended to be in deep thought and replied seriously: "Well, it depends on your performance."

This sentence was exactly the same as what the Demon Sect leader said when he went up the mountain. Helian Cheng immediately had a sad face and cried out that he was cheated.

...

The sky is getting dark and night has fallen.

Yan Xiu came to Taoist Mingxu's room and passed a trace of gentle spiritual power to him to remove the toxins from his body.

The elixirs in the Jiuding Dan Jing cannot completely eliminate the poison. Only by practicing strictly every day can it be prevented from attacking the heart meridians.

After a moment, Yan Xiu withdrew his hand.

Taoist Mingxu's slightly pale face also regained some color.

He exhaled a breath of foul air and sighed, "I, an old man, have lived long enough. You don't have to go to so much trouble to extend my life."

Yan Xiu did not answer, but stood up and walked to the window.

The moon was dim outside, and the soft moonlight seemed to cover the objects in the pavilion with a thin layer of white gauze.

"Master, have you noticed recently whether there are any disciples in the temple who are talented and intelligent?"

Taoist Mingxu stroked his beard and said thoughtfully, "There are indeed a few of them, but they are still young and are in the stage of strengthening their muscles and bones. I'm afraid it will take some time."

At this point he sighed in his heart that no matter how talented he was, he would be as dim as a firefly in front of Yan Xiu.

After all, his disciple was too shocking.

After listening to this, Yan Xiu turned around and said calmly, "Then ask Master to select them tomorrow and I will personally teach them martial arts. It's time for our Fuzhen Temple to rise."

When Taoist Mingxu heard this, his eyes widened immediately, and his hands trembled so much that he almost pulled out a few strands of his beard.

The next day.

Taoist Mingxu personally selected two disciples who he believed had the best aptitude and understanding and sent them to Yan Xiu.

The two young Taoist boys had only been in the monastery for less than a year. They were very reserved when facing the eldest senior brother, and their palms were sweating.

Although other brothers and sisters all said that this eldest brother was kind and humble, judging from the scene when he destroyed Fengxiandao with thundering means that day, the word "kind" was not related to him at all.

One of the little Taoist boys plucked up his courage and said to Yan Xiuxing: "Big Brother, my name is Shouyuan."

Seeing this, the remaining person also reported his own Taoist name.

"Big Brother, my name is Shouqing."

Yan Xiu sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff and said softly, "From today on, I will teach you martial arts on behalf of my master, and you two will practice with me."

Shouyuan and the other man showed excitement on their faces when they heard this.

After all, they had heard before entering the temple that this senior brother was not only a well-known master, but also a living god who saved people from suffering.

Naturally, they were extremely excited to be taught martial arts personally by the eldest senior brother.

Having said that, Yan Xiu took out two pills and placed them in their palms one by one.

"This pill can improve your aptitude. Take it first."

Shouyuan believed Yan Xiu's words without a doubt, and swallowed the pill with his head tilted back.

Yan Xiu nodded slightly and looked into the distance.

In the mountains and forests, Qingluan was happily chasing a group of panicked small animals.

...

...

In a dark and deep palace.

Zhao Yongshan knelt on the ground and reported the news.

"Your Highness, according to our spies, those useless people from Fengxiandao not only failed to kill the remnant, but were killed by him instead."

There was a figure sitting on a chair in the hall, his features were swallowed up by darkness, and only a questioning voice could be heard.

"Even the Xiantian realm can't do anything to him, what realm is he in? Is he at the peak of the Xiantian realm?"

Zhao Yongshan was also suspicious. Yan Xiu jumped from a miscellaneous disciple to a Xiantian realm warrior in just a few years. This speed was unheard of in the entire Yuan Dynasty.

Even outside the Yuan Dynasty, there are probably not many such geniuses.

"Then has he had any contact with the Guizhou rebels?"

Zhao Yongshan didn't raise his head and replied softly, "According to intelligence, this guy almost never comes down the mountain. He practices in the mountain all day long."

Suddenly he seemed to remember something and added a few more words.

"I heard that there was a famine in Daming Prefecture some time ago. The folk rumor was that he created food out of thin air to save the victims. However, in my opinion, it is most likely fabricated."

A figure walked out of the darkness, the candlelight illuminating his face.

This man is tall and handsome, and exudes a graceful and elegant temperament.

It was the current crown prince, Tang Yao.

He narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice: "This boy has extraordinary talent, but he is a booby trap after all. If it is really a backup plan left by the remnants of the Great Jin, he must be wiped out no matter what!"

"You are my confidant, please don't let me down on this matter."

"Yes!"

Zhao Yongshan trembled all over, responded respectfully, and slowly knelt down and walked out of the hall.