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

Ever since Yan Xiu successfully refined the elixir that the prefect needed, Shu Jianqing has visited Yan Xiu more and more frequently. She has always been obsessed with alchemy, and is quick to learn and never ashamed to ask questions.

Once, she tentatively asked Yan Xiu if he could teach her how to refine Peiyuan Dan, but Shu Jianqing regretted it as soon as she said it.

These elixirs that can improve a warrior's cultivation level are all secrets of aristocratic families, so how could they be easily passed on to outsiders?

In response, Yan Xiu just smiled and wrote the recipe on a piece of paper and gave it to her.

Shu Jianqing was ecstatic for a moment. She had only wanted to test Yan Xiu at first, but she didn't expect Yan Xiu to be so generous.

After getting the recipe for the elixir, Shu Jianqing didn't even go back to the Hundred Medicinal Garden. He settled down nearby and sent a Taoist boy to transport the medicinal materials between the two places every day.

Fortunately, there was an extra room where Yan Xiu lived, so the two of them didn't feel awkward.

Two months later.

Near Yan Xiu’s residence.

boom!

Suddenly, a muffled sound was heard in a room.

Shu Jianqing walked out with a dark face and a depressed heart.

Although her alchemy skills had improved by leaps and bounds under Yan Xiu's guidance during this period, and she could even recite the recipe for Peiyuan Pill by heart, it was surprisingly difficult to put it into practice.

I've clearly seen Yan practicing alchemy with my own eyes, and his furnace was no different from hers. Why did the furnace explode when it came to her?

To this Yan Xiu simply replied, "It's nothing, it's just that I've become proficient at it."

"How strange! It seems I still need to ask Junior Brother Yan for advice. Shouxin, go and clean the alchemy furnace."

The little Taoist boy who was pretending to meditate nearby suddenly jumped up impatiently.

"okay!"

Shu Jianqing frowned, put her hands on her hips and gave him a slap.

"You little brat, you're so happy when my senior sister blows up the furnace. I think you're asking for a beating."

Ever since Shu Jianqing got the recipe, he couldn't wait to start refining the pills, but every time he refined them, they were all semi-finished products.

This Peiyuan Pill is different from other pills. If the furnace explodes in refining other pills, the waste pills will be poisonous. However, even the semi-finished Peiyuan Pill can be taken, but its medicinal effect will only be one tenth.

So what he looked forward to most every day was the sound of the furnace exploding, which was like the sound of nature to him.

After Shu Jianqing gave a few instructions, he left in a hurry.

...

...

This year, the emperor was old and sick and no longer attended court. He became more and more dependent on elixirs to prolong his life. He ordered Fu Xu to build a ship and go to the desert sea to seek immortals. If any official dared to advise him, they would be stripped of their official hats. For a time, the court was in panic, and the prince took over the government.

At the same time, a riot broke out in Guizhou in the south. The remnants of the Jin Dynasty raised their flags in rebellion and captured several states in a short period of time. When the emperor learned about it, he was furious and ordered the General of Chariots and Cavalry, Sikou Fuyun, to lead an army of 100,000 to suppress the rebellion.

Even the Shatuo Kingdom, which had been dormant in the northern border for a long time, began to stir, and for a time the entire Yuan Dynasty was in turmoil.

Different from the ever-changing and turbulent situation outside, the mountain is always quiet and peaceful. Yan Xiu sits cross-legged on the edge of the cliff with his eyes closed, listening to every move in the mountains.

Clear springs gurgle in the lush forest, and the calls of deer can be faintly heard in the bamboo-shadowed creek.

The bottleneck of the fourth level of the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture showed signs of breaking through, and now it only needed the crucial finishing touch. However, Yan Xiu knew that such things could not be rushed, so he could only let nature take its course.

The little Taoist Shouxin ran up breathlessly, and said, "Brother Yan, the martial arts conference will be held in a few days. Master said that he would take some of our fellow disciples down the mountain to observe. He specifically asked me to come and ask you if you want to go down the mountain?"

Although there were wars on the border and riots in Guizhou, it did not affect the affairs of the martial arts world at all.

Yan Xiu responded without even turning his head.

"Tell Master for me that I won't go."

Some time ago, when the disciples in Fuzhen Temple were sparring with each other, Yan Xiu showed that he was only at the eighth level of the Body Tempering Realm. Perhaps Taoist Mingxu felt that he had reached a bottleneck, so he wanted him to see the demeanor of the martial artists so as to help him break through.

The little Taoist boy tilted his head, said "oh" and left.

Two days later, Taoist Mingxu went down the mountain with his third and fifth senior brothers and more than ten disciples.

...

...

In the pitch-black dungeon, only a ray of light from the ceiling above illuminated the figure. Two iron chains as thick as thumbs pierced through his scapula, imprisoning him tightly.

The man was naked, with disheveled hair, and he looked lifeless as if he was dead.

At this moment, footsteps were heard in the darkness of the corridor.

“I never thought that Yuan Tingjiang, the bloody master who caused such a bloody storm in the martial arts world, would end up like this.”

The person hiding in the darkness spoke.

If people in the martial arts world heard this name, there would be huge waves in their hearts. Back then, the Blood Demon Hand Yuan Tingjiang slaughtered hundreds of warriors from three martial arts sects for his own personal revenge, which aroused the anger of the martial arts world.

Countless heroes were filled with righteous indignation and vowed to kill him with their swords, but no one could do anything to him from beginning to end. He fought his way out of the encirclement of more than a hundred people, and finally it was the Qiantian Guards of the imperial court who took him down.

Yuan Tingjiang, who was thought to have been dead for many years, is still alive. However, judging from his current appearance, he probably doesn't have much time left.

"If you have anything to fart, please let it out. It's noisy."

Yuan Tingjiang raised his head, his beast-like eyes staring straight at the darkness in the corridor, where the person was standing.

"Let's make a deal. If you kill someone for me, I'll let you live."

Yuan Tingjiang laughed out loud when he heard this.

"Old eunuch, do you think I will believe you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the restraints on the water prison fell off at the same time, and Yuan Tingjiang was freed.

This change surprised him and he exclaimed "Oh". After stretching his body, he stood up from the water and walked straight towards me.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll escape like this?"

The man immediately let out a strange laugh, with a contemptuous tone, and did not take him seriously at all.

"We were able to capture you easily back then, and we can do the same today."

Yuan Tingjiang's face suddenly fell. Thinking of what happened that year, he was still frightened. He was unhappy and snorted coldly.

"Well, let's just take it as a break from the stress. Tell me, who is it?"

"Fuzhen Temple in Daming Prefecture, Yan Xiu!"

......

Fuzhenguan.

Yan Xiu practiced sitting cross-legged, his whole body an inch off the ground, spiritual energy surrounding his entire body, forming a protective spiritual shield.

After about an incense stick of time, he slowly opened his eyes.

The fourth level of the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture is completed!

At this moment, he has already become a master of the third-grade transformation realm! If he were in the martial arts world, he could also establish a sect and become the head of a sect, but he still maintained his seventh-grade body tempering realm cultivation to the outside world.

at the foot of the mountain.

A strong and sturdy figure was walking slowly along the steps, and every step he took left a three-foot-deep footprint on the bluestone slabs.

Upon seeing this, the disciples of Fuzhen Temple hurried over to greet them.

Before he could say anything, the man asked, "I want to ask you, is Old Man Songchen still in Fuzhen Temple?"

The disciple was displeased when he heard this. Taoist Master Songchen was the previous abbot and Taoist Master Mingxu's master. Although he had already passed away, he could not be humiliated by such an unknown person. So he immediately fought back angrily.

"You are so rude, how can my sect's founder be someone as rude as you..."

Before he could finish his words, the disciple felt a pain in his chest and flew out, falling on the steps, his life or death unknown, with a fist mark on his chest.

Yuan Tingjiang picked his ears and walked up the mountain without looking back.

"Dead, so boring..."

Cliff edge.

Yan Xiu opened his eyes and heard a noisy sound in the distance, which made him feel a little uneasy.

Ever since Taoist Mingxu led his disciples down the mountain, all matters in Fuzhen Temple have been handed over to the eldest senior brother Shi Wujie.

On the bluestone steps, blood gathered into a gurgling stream and slowly flowed down the mountain. Starting from the foot of the mountain, broken corpses could be seen everywhere.

A disciple of Fuzhen Temple was trembling with a sword in his hand, his face pale. He wanted to escape, but his legs had no feeling at all.

The brutality of the man in front of him had frightened him to death. He tore people apart with just his bare hands, like a walking human-shaped beast!

Before he could react, a large hand easily covered his head and gave a light squeeze, causing the skull to crack.

puff!

The red and white stuff suddenly flowed all over the ground.