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

Yan Xiu collected his thoughts and stopped thinking about it. He closed his eyes and comprehended the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture, just to reach the sixth floor as quickly as possible.

After all, everyone has their own destiny and cannot be forced.

If Shi Wujie can find his own opportunity there, it would be his own luck.

"Now that you have reached the state of perfect innateness, have you ever thought about going down the mountain?"

Yan Xiu, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly spoke out.

Zhu Miao, who was sweeping the floor behind him, paused when he heard this and shook his head slightly.

During the past few years in the mountains, he got up early every morning to recite, ring the bell and sweep the floor. He has transformed from the evil leader of the demon sect into an ordinary Taoist sweeper.

Although there were several disturbances in the Demon Sect due to his long-term absence during this period, fortunately they were not serious.

In his opinion, his only use might be to provide Yan Xiu with intelligence about the martial arts world, so he would naturally not let anything go wrong for the Demon Sect.

Before meeting Yan Xiu, Zhu Miao's lifelong goal was to reach the perfect innate realm. Now that he has achieved his wish, he can be said to have fulfilled his wish.

But he was also a smart man. After witnessing how one seemingly invincible enemy after another was slain by Yan Xiu's sword, he understood what he wanted to pursue in life thereafter.

That is to follow in Yan Xiu's footsteps.

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The sun and the moon are fleeting.

The twenty-fourth year of Jianwu.

The Jianmu tree in the courtyard has grown to seven or eight feet tall, with lush branches and leaves, extending out of the courtyard wall, and emitting a trace of pure spiritual energy.

Qingluan was standing on the treetop, her beautiful eyes staring into the distance motionlessly, not knowing what she was thinking.

Shou Yuan and Shou Qing, who were sitting cross-legged and practicing under the shade of a tree, were also growing rapidly in height, bursting with the vitality of young people.

Now they are only fourteen or fifteen years old, but their martial arts realm has reached the peak of the fourth level. The pure true energy in their bodies is constantly circulating, and they are at the critical moment of breaking through to the third level.

Yan Xiu, who was sitting on a stone bench nearby, was keeping an eye on them all the time.

Ever since Taoist Mingxu sent the two of them here, Yan Xiu has been teaching them with all his heart.

Fortunately, the two of them did not disappoint Yan Xiu's expectations. Their cultivation level grew rapidly and they were the best among the disciples of their generation.

At this moment, Shouyuan, with his eyes closed, groaned, the blood color on his face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his body trembled slightly.

Upon seeing this, Yan Xiu gently pointed his finger, and immediately Jianmu emitted wisps of pure spiritual power that flowed into Shouyuan's Baihui acupoint. The latter's originally pale face gradually regained its color.

Shouyuan slowly opened his eyes, and said with a guilty look on his face: "Big Brother, I...I failed again."

Yan Xiu nodded calmly without blaming him. Having spent a long time together, he naturally knew the personalities of these two people very well.

Shouyuan is naturally brave and daring, and this is also true when he is comprehending the martial arts, but sometimes an impatient temperament can backfire.

To keep clean means to accumulate knowledge and keep calm, and not to start practicing martial arts and doing things unless you are 100% sure. Although it may be a little slow, it is down to earth.

The two of them, one fast and one slow, complement each other interestingly.

Yan Xiu took out a pill and gave it to Shou Yuan to take, smiling and saying soothingly.

"Failure to break through was also within my expectations. Throughout history, many heroes have been stuck at this step without making any progress. Not to mention you, even I was troubled for a long time back then."

Shouyuan felt better after hearing this. Even someone as powerful as his senior brother couldn't reach the realm of transformation in one fell swoop. It seemed that it was not because of his lack of aptitude, but it was God's will.

After seeing Shouyuan resolve his emotional issues, Yan Xiu stopped talking.

This is the most frightening thing in the path of cultivation. Geniuses are always arrogant and proud, and continuous failures will make one's martial arts heart tarnished. If no one enlightens them in time, they will probably fall into depravity.

At this time Shouqing also opened his eyes.

He adjusted his breath and said with regret in his tone: "Big Brother, I have already stepped one foot in, but I always feel that there is still something missing."

Yan Xiu watered Jianmu and said, "There is no rush for this matter. Today's martial arts training ends here. You can go now."

"Yes, Big Brother."

After saying this, Shou Yuan and Shou Qing bowed and left quietly.

Yan Xiu came outside the courtyard and stood on the edge of the cliff overlooking the entire Fuzhen Temple.

There is an endless stream of travelers going up the mountain to burn incense. The sound of recitation can be heard from the main hall. In the martial arts training ground in the distance, disciples of Fuzhen Temple are practicing martial arts with warriors who have come from afar. The entire Taoist temple presents a scene of peace and tranquility.

But the outside world was once again in turmoil.

After several years of hard work, the head of Yuefeng finally mastered the most evil martial arts. His cultivation level increased greatly and he stepped into the peak of the innate realm. His temperament changed drastically and he slaughtered all his disciples. He was then hunted down by the famous and upright sects in Jianghu and a reward was offered for his life.

This year, King Yi led his army to capture cities within the territory of Shatuo Kingdom, less than 800 miles away from the capital of Shatuo Kingdom.

When the news of this feat was reported back to the Yuan Dynasty, the people were delighted and their support for King Yi became increasingly strong.

However, the troops in the rear suddenly reported that several mysterious masters had sneaked into the Yuan army camp and beheaded the generals with lightning speed. When Prince Yi received the news, he was ambushed and seriously injured on his way to rescue.

Without a commander, the imperial army collapsed and not only gave up all the plundered land, but also lost four states to the counterattack of the Shatuo Kingdom.

With no other choice but to withdraw his troops and defend the city, Prince Yi had to return to the capital to recuperate.

Just three days later, the rebels in Guizhou launched an uprising without any warning, breaking the original stalemate. For a time, people were talking about it and complaining.

Upon learning about this, the emperor, who was already on the decline, became furious and vomited blood and fell into a coma.

The Yuan Dynasty was faced with internal and external troubles and fell into a precarious situation.

Although the outside world was in chaos, Fuzhen Temple was like an impenetrable wall, blocking everything outside the mountain gate.

It was autumn.

In the courtyard, Yan Zheng was preaching and answering questions for Shou Yuan and Shou Qing, when suddenly two figures, one tall and one short, appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

After Yan Xiu saw the two people clearly, he was suddenly stunned and a little confused.

"Why did he come here?"

The visitor was none other than Prince Yi who had returned to Beijing to recuperate.

He was standing at the door at this moment, his face was pale, his lips were bloodless, his breath was weak, and in his right hand he was holding a boy in gorgeous clothes, whose eyebrows and eyes were very similar to him.

Yan Xiu stopped talking and said to Shou Yuan and the other man, "You two should go practice under the tree."

Shou Yuan and Shou Qing glanced at Prince Yi and the other man standing at the gate of the courtyard, then stood up and walked towards the shade of the Jianmu tree.

Tang Zheng brought the child to sit in front of Yan Xiu and said with a weak smile, "Master, you won't blame me for coming here uninvited, right?"

After he finished speaking, he started coughing non-stop, and the boy next to him showed a worried look on his face.

"Come and meet the young Taoist priest."

Tang Zheng ignored his own injuries and urged the children.

Although he was only eight or nine years old, the child was not shy at all. He bowed respectfully to Yan Xiuxing and said crisply, "Tang Yu greets the Taoist priest."

Tang Zheng said with a smile: "Master, long time no see."

Yan Xiu also responded with a smile: "Prince Yi is not in the capital to recuperate, but came to my small temple in the mountains. If the emperor knew about this, I'm afraid he would punish me."

As he spoke, he waved his hand gently, and the spring water that was brought from the mountain into the courtyard fell into the pot.

There was no fire in the stove, but the water in the teapot began to boil.

Tang Yu, who was sitting on a stone bench, opened his eyes wide when he saw this scene, and watched with fascination, his calves swinging in the air.

Prince Yi praised from the bottom of his heart: "I haven't seen you for many years. Your skills have become more and more advanced."

"It's just a trick of the mountain Taoist."

Yan Xiu said as he poured a cup of tea for each of the three people.

Tang Zheng picked up the teacup, put it under his nose, took a deep sniff, and then drank the tea down his throat with an expression of great enjoyment.

Immediately, the tea turned into streams of pure spiritual energy that flowed through the veins of his entire body. His injuries were greatly healed, and his pale face regained some color.

On the contrary, Tang Yu's face turned red after just taking a sip.

Now he has not yet set foot on the path of martial arts and is still in the stage of strengthening his muscles and bones. Naturally, it is difficult for him to digest such pure spiritual power.

Yan Xiu smiled slightly upon seeing this, and pointed a finger at his forehead to help him refine it.

After catching his breath, Tang Yu thanked Yan Xiu with a red face and ran to the Jianmu tree to watch over Yuan and the other two while they were practicing.

Yan Xiu turned his gaze back to Tang Zheng and said calmly, "Prince Yi is not here just to have tea with me, right?"