Suddenly, my chest was a little stuffy, and I felt that staying here was not a solution.

Although the academy is quiet and no one will affect his practice, it is precisely because of this that it will lead to his slow entry. He is not afraid that he will not break through the realm until the Shura battlefield is opened before he can reach the early stage of distraction.

At least you have to break through to the middle stage of distraction before you have a little bit of self-protection.

However, the cultivators outside are generally much higher than him. Even if they encounter a group of bandits, they are all in the late stage of the Golden Pill. With his current state, they may not be able to survive a winter.

Over the past few days, his cultivation has grown very fast. Within two years of leaving the Taoist temple, he is already at the sixth level of the Golden Pill. If he spends some more time, it will not be difficult to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm.

He was a little confused. What did the Master take Wei Qing and Ying'er to the back mountain at this time? In a blink of an eye, it would be snowing in the academy. It would be a troublesome thing for them to come out under the heavy snow.

He felt that the Master treated him as an adult, but he didn't know how many years he was older than Wei Qing, and would he be an eleven-year-old boy?

Just like in Taoist temples, in the eyes of old Taoists, he rarely treats himself as a child. He has never been worried about whether he goes down the mountain to sell medicine or goes to the back mountain to hunt.

At this moment, the gate outside the bamboo house opened, the dean walked in, with a smile on his face, but his old eyes were as bright as stars.

Li Xiuyuan opened his eyes, restrained his breath, and quietly looked at the old man in front of him.

"Boy, don't you know how to make tea when a guest comes?" the dean said.

"Please sit down, I'll boil water now, please wait." Li Xiuyuan replied with a smile.

"Where is your teacher?" The dean sat down at the table and looked at him quietly.

When Li Xiuyuan heard the dean ask about his master, he couldn't help but smile and said, "The teacher took his junior brother to the back mountain to practice. He probably wouldn't come back before it snows."

The dean seemed to have known about this for a long time, and looked at him and smiled: "Who is your junior brother? Whose name is? Tell me about it."

Li Xiuyuan took out the fire slit and lit the stove. He looked at the dean and replied, "My junior brother is a hunter in the town at the foot of the mountain. His name is Wei Qing, who is eight years old."

The dean smiled happily and praised, "I like your personality and will not hide it for Master. Good disciples at the foot of the mountain. We should have recruited some disciples from the mayor, even if we start with the slaughter first."

Speaking of this, the dean looked at Li Xiuyuan quietly.

"The teacher thinks so too." Li Xiuyuan didn't say much.

The dean looked at Li Xiuyuan with a dazzling light in his eyes. He looked at him and said, "I asked you to be a sergeant before, do you hate me?"

Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly and replied, "Li Xiuyuan still has to wait for the dean to live by one life? How can he hate?"

"Haha, how can you hate me? I see you are very happy in the kitchen. Today I just waved my hand and won a thousand gold coins. I also said that I would not accept the challenge of not ten thousand gold coins in the future."

The dean looked at him and laughed, pointing to the stove on the table and said, "The water is boiling!"

Li Xiuyuan was stunned and smiled at him. He took out the tea leaves and started washing the tea and the pot. "Director, I'm anxious to drink hot tea."

"I'm talking about tofu!" The dean glared at him and thought to himself, do you think I'm old?

"I don't know what the dean is doing today? If I look for my teacher, I'm afraid I'll have to wait until February." Li Xiuyuan thought to himself that it would be better not to look for me, I have no time to pay attention to you.

The dean changed his tone and said softly: "Boy, have you ever thought of becoming a formal student in the academy?"

"I am used to the life in front of me and don't want to move." Li Xiuyuan had been brewing for a long time and decided to express his thoughts directly.

"Did you blame me for not curing your leg injury back then? You know that it's not easy... But I can try it again, maybe it can help you."

The dean gently stroked his gray beard and looked at Li Xiuyuan and said seriously.

Li Xiuyuan suppressed the impulse in his heart, sighed softly, and replied to the dean: "I have enough teaching from the teacher. The false name of the academy students is useless to me. Let's leave it to the disciples in the small town at the foot of the mountain."

"Oh!" The dean sighed, thinking that he had missed a great opportunity and gave it to his master the child who had been brought back from the wasteland. He could no longer find the feeling he had back then.

Thinking about his purpose, the dean continued to ask: "What are your plans next? Should you stay in the academy to practice, or go out to practice, and strive to break the realm and reach the Nascent Soul as soon as possible?"

Li Xiuyuan thought about it and did not answer immediately. Instead, he picked up the teapot and poured hot tea for the two of them, and then smiled and said, "Please have tea for the dean."

The dean stared at him and smiled, "You have learned a lot from Master, and even your state of mind is becoming more and more like him."

Li Xiuyuan held a cup of hot tea and replied softly: "The simpler the life is, the more you can temper a person's mind. I am afraid of trouble, so this is how it is."

In his opinion, no matter what benefits the dean wants to give him, it cannot be groundless. Maybe he has to pay more. He has nothing at the moment, and it is even more impossible to join the so-called formal disciple. It is the right thing to be honest with the Master to practice.

The dean looked at Li Xiuyuan who was unable to get into the oil and salt. He really had no choice but to ask, "Does the leg hurt now? Do I want me to give you some medicine?"

Li Xiuyuan looked at him and grinned, "Don't bother the dean. The more it hurts, the more it hurts, I won't forget the person who hurt me."

"Do you still want to seek revenge on him? Don't you know who he is?" Even the dean was shocked. How could you defeat Jun Wuyou's realm?

Li Xiuyuan looked at him and replied quietly: "I'm not in a hurry. I will practice slowly and grow up slowly. When I grow to a strong enough day, I will get back the principal and interest."

The dean shivered and couldn't speak for a long time.

He had already looked up to the young man in front of him. Who knew that this guy's eyes were not as good as the disciples in the academy at all, but rather the most powerful guy in the Shura Heaven Realm.

Even Qin Qianshan and others from the Tianfeng Kingdom would probably not be able to pass the second move in front of Jun Wuyou.

But this little guy thought one day he would get back the grievances he suffered back, including principal and interest.

If it were someone else, the dean would definitely laugh at him for overestimating his ability. It was only when he saw the competition between Li Xiuyuan and Qin Yiyuan today that he realized that this was also a monster.

A monster who cannot judge strength based on realm.

If the Master was a monster who never came out of the academy, the young man in front of him would probably be a monster who would stir up the storm in the Shura Heaven Realm in the near future.

Thinking of this, the dean couldn't help but look forward to it.

There are more than nine years since the Shura Heaven Realm is opened. Next, when the Shura Heaven Realm is in full swing, he really wants to see what height the young man he saved back then can grow to.

"When you are fine, go to the library to sit down. I have greeted you. The elder guarding will not make things difficult for you." The dean picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Your skill in making tea is better than your teacher, it's not easy!"

In the opinion of the dean, it is best to make tea in the academy to count Master's skills. Unexpectedly, his disciple was older than him. At this time, the dean also doubted whether Li Xiuyuan was reincarnated by some powerful man.

Otherwise, how could it be so evil?

Li Xiuyuan originally asked his master to go to the library to help him borrow a few books to read. After hearing what the dean said, he was so happy that he thought that there was a place to go when he didn't practice in the future.

After thinking about it, I got up and went to the Master's bookshelf to take a volume of the two volumes of Buddhist scriptures I had copied, turned around and walked to the table.

"This is where my disciple got a Buddhist scripture from the Yinyue Kingdom in Tianfeng Kingdom. I copied it in my spare time and gave it to the dean."

The dean was pretty good in Li Xiuyuan's heart. At least he didn't wear his shoes, although he ignored him since he threw himself into the backyard of the kitchen.

However, in Li Xiuyuan's eyes, he did not regard chopping firewood as a coolie.

Every knife was slashed and retracted, and he practiced his sword skills again in his heart. From a certain perspective, he also thanked the dean for throwing him into the backyard of the kitchen.

Otherwise, my sword skills would not have been so proficient in practice. Now, holding an iron sword in my hand is like holding a hatchet, and it feels like I use my fingers.

However, this is his personal thought and he will not say it out.

Even the Master didn't know that he was practicing his sword skills when he was chopping wood.

The dean took the Buddhist scriptures he copied and carefully looked through the pages. After a long time, he raised his head and looked at him and asked, "Is this font taught you by the Master?"

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and smiled, "I am taught by the Taoist master. He has already traveled around the world."

The Master was the only one who knew where his master was. Li Xiuyuan decided not to tell the third person anymore. He wanted to keep it a secret for him. No one in this world could believe it.

Even if the Master ascended one day, let the Dean know that it was the Master's business and he had nothing to do with him.

After gradually calming down, the dean began to daze at the ink marks on the paper, thinking silently who taught Xiuyuan to read and read? There was clearly a vague sword intent between the lines.

He quietly looked up at Li Xiuyuan, and saw that he still lowered his head to cook tea calmly, without paying attention to him.

After looking at the sword intent on the paper over and over again, the dean was thinking that the sword intent belonged to the old Taoist priest or the young man in front of him. If it were Li Xiuyuan's, it would be terrible.

Because he knew that the boy in front of him was only eleven years old, and at the age of eleven, he realized the sword intent, which was a unique existence in the Shura Heaven Realm.

I'm afraid Jun Wuyou didn't understand his own sword intent at this age.

It seems that he can only be an old Taoist priest who left, or thinks that he cannot understand the sword intent, so he chose to teach his disciples by using the word "说" to transform into swords.

I hope Li Xiuyuan will have a day to understand.

After thinking about it, the dean looked out of the hall in confusion. He listened to the autumn wind in the bamboo forest, and then laughed in self-deprecatingly, thinking that if the elders of the academy saw these words, they would jump up incredible ways.

After three teas, the dean put away the Buddhist scriptures and gently patted Li Xiuyuan on the shoulder: "Follow the Master to practice well, I really want to see what height you can grow to in ten years."

After saying this, the dean drank all the remaining tea in the cup, got up and left the Master's bamboo house, and walked out of the yard.

However, the dean obviously underestimated Li Xiuyuan's ability, because this sword intent belongs to neither the old Taoist priest nor the master, but to his innate ability.

Ever since he waved the iron sword left by the old Taoist priest, a sword intent became angry in his heart.

It seemed as if telling him: "I can! This is my sword intent!"

There is no need to understand, no need to think, just swing the iron sword in your hand!

Could it be that I am really a god and a god? Why doesn’t my sword intent require more training and practice? My archery skills can also be shot by holding a bow and arrow, and the Master taught his own piano. It seems that I have not worked much, but it is no less than the Master’s playing.

If I was a god in my previous life, then who am I?
Chapter completed!