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

[In the 18th year of Jianwu, Cong Zhanwen from Yuanzhou heard that you killed the demon Taoist priest and came to ask for advice. You helped Helian Cheng defeat him and survived the disaster. You were rewarded: magic, qi-reading technique]

This technique can be used to observe the fortune carried by mountains, rivers, objects, people or animals themselves. After being practiced to the extreme, it can even observe the fortune of an entire dynasty.

After just a few moments, the Qi-gazing technique was completely received.

Yan Xiu half-closed his eyes and calmed down, then used the Qi-gazing technique to look at Helian Cheng.

I saw a thin blue and purple mist rising slowly around Helian Cheng.

Yan Xiu put away his Qi-gazing technique and returned to the house, sitting on the bed.

Helian Cheng looked at him expectantly.

"If you want to learn, I can teach you, but you have to help me do something."

Helian Cheng nodded repeatedly, patted his chest and said: "Master, don't mention just one thing, even ten won't be a problem!"

Helian Cheng became more and more excited at the thought that he would soon be able to learn such cool sword techniques.

By then, I will be able to roam the world with this move, and no one will be able to defeat me wherever my sword points. I might even get the title of Sword Saint.

Thinking of this, he chuckled.

Yan Xiu took out a pen and ink and wrote the first move of the Thousand Machine Sword Technique on paper.

The Thousand Machine Sword Art is a unique martial art for cultivating immortals. Ordinary warriors cannot perform it without spiritual power.

Therefore, Yan Xiu made some slight changes to make it easier for warriors to use their true Qi to perform the technique, but of course the power would be much weaker.

After copying, he gently blew dry the ink on the paper, turned around and handed it to Helian Cheng.

At this moment, Helian Cheng's attention had already been attracted by the Thousand Machine Sword Technique, and he stared at the piece of paper intently.

"I want you to come down the mountain as soon as you have mastered the Thousand Machine Sword Technique."

When Helian Cheng first heard it, he nodded repeatedly, but after coming to his senses, he let out an "ah" at a loss, his face changed, and he began to cry with snot and tears.

Yan Xiu suddenly felt a headache and interrupted him helplessly: "I'm not driving you down the mountain, I just have something for you to do. After you're done, you can come back or wander around the world as you wish."

Helian Cheng's expression changed immediately after hearing this. Since they were not trying to drive him down the mountain, then everything would be fine.

But then he asked in confusion: "Master, don't you have disciples from the Demon Sect working for you? Why do you need me to do anything?"

Yan Xiu smiled slightly, patted his shoulder and said earnestly: "You are the only one who is most suitable to do this in this Fuzhen Temple."

Yan Xiu waved his hand, motioning him to come closer.

After giving the order, he took out three talismans and handed them to Helian Cheng.

As a cultivator, he was naturally proficient in drawing talismans, but the talismans he gave to Helian Cheng were different from the others. These talismans contained a ray of Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.

This was the thing he gave to Helian Cheng to save his life.

"If you encounter someone you cannot defeat after you go down the mountain, use your true energy to activate this talisman. Even if he is in the Xiantian realm, he will have to temporarily avoid the sharp edge."

Helian Cheng was moved after listening to this. He took the talisman with a solemn expression, clasped his fists and said.

"Master, rest assured, I will definitely fulfill your mission!"

...

Two days later, a group of travelers carrying wooden boxes came to the outside of the mountain gate, and Zhu Miao was waiting there early.

The leader trotted over to Zhu Miao and whispered respectfully, "Master, everything you want is here."

Zhu Miao rarely regained his former glory in front of his disciples and replied indifferently.

"Send the stuff up."

"I dare you to ask the Lord for these things..."

Zhu Miao glanced at him and said coldly, "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask."

"Yes."

The disciple of the Demon Sect responded and asked a few people to carry the box into the Taoist temple.

These boxes contain martial arts secrets that the Demon Sect has collected over the years. Each and every one of them contains superior skills and are considered unique skills within the sect. Now, all of them have been carried to the Fuzhen Temple and included in the Martial Arts Pavilion.

When Zhu Miao first learned the news, he wondered whether Yan Xiu was planning to use the books to enrich the Cangwu Pavilion of Fuzhen Temple.

After all, with so many superior martial arts secrets, even those famous sects would probably be somewhat covetous.

Yan Xiu naturally knew Zhu Miao's doubts, but he did not intend to make any explanation.

Walking in the newly renovated Fuzhen Temple, Yan Xiu greeted every pilgrim and disciple who came his way with a smile on his face.

Some female pilgrims had long heard that this young Taoist priest had an extremely handsome appearance, like a banished celestial being from heaven. Seeing him today, they were convinced that he was indeed as handsome as his reputation had said.

We arrived at the Cangwu Pavilion and saw Taoist Mingxu standing in front of the door.

Zhu Miao waved his hand, and the disciple of the Demon Sect behind him put down the box. Then, more than ten disciples came out of the Cangwu Pavilion and carried the box in.

Without waiting for their leader to speak, the disciples of the Demon Sect left obediently.

Nowadays, the Cangwu Pavilion has so many martial arts secrets added, and its collection of books can be said to be overwhelming.

Taoist Mingxu was very happy about this, and the wrinkles on his face were smiling like blooming chrysanthemums. On the contrary, Zhu Miao looked indifferent and showed no sign of heartache at all.

After all, compared to his own perfect innate realm, these are nothing.

Under Yan Xiu's guidance, Helian Cheng learned the first move of Thousand Machine Sword Technique in just one month.

So, early the next morning, Helian Cheng walked down the mountain, looking back every three steps, under the watchful eyes of Yan Xiu and others.

Now everything is ready, only the east wind is missing...

Time flies, more than a month passed in a flash, and news finally came from the world.

After coming down the mountain, Helian Cheng used the first move of Thousand Machine Sword Art to challenge many heroic swordsmen in succession, and he was never defeated.

Although the sword shadow he conjured up was not even one thousandth of Yan Xiu's, it was completely sufficient for those below the Innate Realm.

Today, he has long since gotten rid of his reckless character and each of his moves is just the right amount.

The defeated swordsmen saw for the first time that there were such exaggerated sword techniques in the world, and they couldn't help but ask Helian Cheng where he learned it from.

Helian Cheng smiled slightly, waiting for you to say this, so he slowly spoke the words he had prepared in advance.

He suffered a crushing defeat after going up the mountain that year. Fortunately, the Taoist priest was merciful and was willing to spare his life as long as he swept the mountain roads for three years. He also said that as long as Helian Cheng could defeat him in one move within these three years, he would teach him a unique skill.

So during these three years, Helian Cheng practiced hard while sweeping the floors in the mountains, and finally won a move and was able to enter the Cangwu Pavilion to learn this sword technique.

When this news came out, many people in the world were shocked.

Although they were somewhat unconvinced in their hearts, they could not help but believe it when they saw the example of Helian Cheng's undefeated record with his sword skills.

A single stone caused a thousand ripples. Warriors in the Yuan Dynasty rushed to the Fuzhen Temple like a swarm of carp crossing the river, just to be able to enter the Cangwu Pavilion.

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...

Yan Xiu was watering Jianmu, with Zhu Miao standing behind him.

"Master, I don't understand what you mean by this."

At this time, Zhu Miao understood why Yan Xiu asked him to send the secret book to Fuzhen Temple, but he did not understand Helian Cheng's actions.

Once this happens, there will surely be countless people coming to challenge. Judging from the situation, just dealing with warriors every day will make one exhausted, so how can one have time for practice?

He has his own way to deal with Zhu Miao's concerns.

Yan Xiu naturally would not reveal his true purpose. He stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff to look out, closing his eyes and feeling the mixed aura at the foot of the mountain.

Most of them are in the middle third level of Bone Tempering Realm, and there are only two people who have reached the Transformation Realm.

"It seems that my reputation is still not loud enough." Yan Xiu shook his head slightly.

Without seeing him make any movement, the sword in Shouyuan's hand, who was practicing martial arts, flew towards Yan Xiu and hung in front of him.

Yan Xiu brushed his fingers across the sword, transferring a trace of spiritual power into it. Then he flicked the sword, and the long sword made a buzzing sound and rushed into the clouds.

The long sword pierced through the thick clouds and flew straight to the foot of the mountain.

Clang!

The sword was inserted straight into the ground, right on the path leading up the mountain, emitting a sense of pressure.

All warriors below the third rank found that with every step they took towards the sword, the pressure on their bodies became heavier, as if they were stuck in a quagmire.

"How is this going?"

"It's the aura emanating from that sword!"

Many warriors below the third rank cried out in surprise and looked at the sword in shock.

Just relying on the aura attached to a sword, he was able to suppress warriors below the third rank and make them unable to move. What realm is this person at?

Such power also made the masters who came here to hear the sword more curious, and they couldn't wait to meet the owner of the sword.