Suddenly, I felt a little tight in my chest and felt that staying here all the time was not an option.

Although the academy is quiet and no one will affect his practice, it will also cause his progress to be slow. He is not afraid to wait until the Shura battlefield opens before he breaks through to the early stage of distraction.

At least you have to break through to the middle stage of distraction before you have any strength to protect yourself.

However, the realm of cultivators outside is generally much higher than his. Even if he encounters a group of bandits, they are all in the late stage of Jindan. With his current realm, he may not be able to survive a winter.

Over the past few days, his cultivation has grown very fast. Less than two years after leaving the Taoist temple, he has already reached the sixth level of the Golden Core. If he puts more effort into it, it will not be difficult to break through to the Nascent Soul realm.

He didn't understand. What was Master taking Wei Qing and Ying'er to the back mountain at this time? In the blink of an eye, it would snow in the academy, and with the heavy snow blocking the mountain, it would be troublesome for them to come out.

He felt that the master treated him as an adult, but he didn't know that he was only a few years older than Wei Qing, and he was still an eleven-year-old boy, okay?

Just like in the Taoist temple, in the eyes of the old Taoist priest, he rarely regarded himself as a child. Whether he went down the mountain to sell medicine or went hunting in the back mountain, he never worried.

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

Li Xiuyuan opened his eyes, calmed down the atmosphere around him, and looked at the old man in front of him quietly.

"Boy, don't you know how to make tea when guests come?" the dean said.

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

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

When Li Xiuyuan heard the dean ask about his master, he couldn't help but smile and said: "Teacher took his junior brother to the back mountain to practice, and he won't come back until it snows."

The dean seemed to have known about this for a long time. He looked at him and said with a smile: "Where is your junior brother from? What is your name? Tell me."

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

The dean smiled heartily and said with admiration: "I just like your character and will not hide it for my master. Hello disciples at the foot of the mountain, we should have recruited some disciples of the mayor long ago, even if they start as handymen."

Having said 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 do a handyman job before. Do you hate me?"

Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly and replied, "Li Xiuyuan is still short of the dean's life? Where is the hatred?"

"Haha, you're such a good person, why would you hate me! I see you are very happy in the kitchen. Today you won a thousand gold coins just by waving your hand. You also said that you won't accept any challenges other than ten thousand gold coins in the future."

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

Li Xiuyuan was startled, looked at him and laughed, took out the tea leaves and started to wash the tea and the pot. "Dean, I am too anxious to drink hot tea."

"You're talking about tofu!" The dean glared at him and asked, "Do you think I'm old?"

"I wonder what the dean did when he came here today? If he comes to find my teacher, I'm afraid he will have to wait until February." Li Xiuyuan thought to himself that it would be best not to come to me. I don't have time to care about you.

Upon hearing this, the dean changed his tone and said softly: "Boy, have you ever thought about becoming an official student of the academy?"

"I have become accustomed to the life in front of me and don't want to move anymore." Li Xiuyuan pondered for a long time and decided to speak out his thoughts directly.

"Are you blaming me for not curing your leg injury back then? You know it's not easy...but I can try again, maybe I can help you cure it."

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

Li Xiuyuan suppressed the impulse in his heart, sighed softly, looked at the dean and replied: "I have enough teachings from the teacher. The false reputation of the academy students is of no use to me. I should leave it to the disciples in the small town down the mountain."

"Alas!" The dean sighed softly, thinking that he had finally missed a great opportunity and gave the child he had brought back from the wilderness to his wife. He could never feel the same way again.

Thinking about the purpose of his coming, the dean continued to ask: "What are your plans next? Are you going to stay in the academy to practice, or go out to practice and try to break through to Nascent Soul as soon as possible?"

Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and did not answer immediately. Instead, he picked up the teapot and poured hot tea for the two of them. Then he smiled and said: "Dean, please drink tea."

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

Li Xiuyuan held a cup of hot tea and replied softly: "The teacher said that the simpler the life, the more capable it is of tempering one's character. I am afraid of trouble, so that's why I am like this."

In his opinion, no matter what benefit the dean wants to give him, it cannot be groundless, and he may have to pay more. He has nothing at the moment, and it is impossible to join the so-called official disciple. The only way to practice honestly is to follow the Master.

valid reason.

The dean looked at Li Xiuyuan, who was out of food and salt, and really had no way to deal with him. Finally, he had to ask: "Does your leg still hurt now? Do you want me to prepare some medicine for you?"

Li Xiuyuan looked at him and grinned: "Don't worry about it, Dean. The more times it hurts, the more it will make me not forget the person who hurt me in the first place."

"You still want to take revenge on him? Don't you know who he is?" Even the dean was shocked. How could Xin Daojun's worry-free state be invincible to you?

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 strong enough, I will get my money back with interest."

The dean shivered and was speechless for a long time.

He had already looked highly at the young man in front of him, but who knew that this guy's eyes were not focused on the disciples here at the academy, but on the most powerful guy in the Shura Realm.

Even Qin Qianshan and others from the Tianfeng Kingdom might not be able to survive two moves in front of Jun Wuyou.

But this little guy is thinking that one day he will get back the injustice he suffered back then with interest.

If it were anyone else, the dean would definitely laugh at him for not overestimating his own abilities. It was only when he saw the competition between Li Xiuyuan and Qin Yiyuan today that he realized that he was also a monster.

A monster whose strength cannot be judged by his realm.

If the master is an unborn monster in the academy, then the young man in front of me may be a monster that stirs up troubles in the Shura realm in the near future.

Thinking of this, the dean couldn't help but feel a little hopeful.

It would be more than nine years before the Shura Heaven Realm was opened, and when the Shura Heaven Realm was getting into trouble, he really wanted to see how far the boy he had saved back then could grow to.

"When you have nothing to do, go and sit in the library. I said hello. The elders guarding you will not make things difficult for you." The dean picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

"You are better at making tea than your teacher. This is not easy!"

In the opinion of the dean, the master's skill in making tea in the academy is the best, but he did not expect that his disciple would surpass him at such a young age. At this time, the dean also had some doubts about whether Li Xiuyuan was the reincarnation of some great power.

Otherwise, how could he be so evil?

Li Xiuyuan originally asked his master to go to the library to borrow some books for him to read. After hearing what the dean said, he felt happy and thought that he would have somewhere to go when he was not practicing.

After thinking about it, I got up and went to the master's bookshelf to take out one of the two volumes of Buddhist scriptures I had copied, then turned and walked to the table.

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

The dean was still good in Li Xiuyuan's heart. At least he didn't give him any shoes to wear, although he stopped paying attention to him after throwing him in the kitchen and backyard.

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

Every time the sword was struck and withdrawn, in his mind he was practicing his sword skills again. From a certain point of view, he was also grateful to the dean for throwing him into the kitchen backyard.

Otherwise, I would not have become so proficient in my swordsmanship. Now holding the iron sword in my hand is like holding a hatchet, and it feels like using my fingers with my arms.

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

Even the Master didn't know that he was also practicing his swordsmanship while chopping firewood.

The dean took the Buddhist scripture he had copied and carefully read a few pages. After a long time, he raised his head, looked at him and asked, "Did Master teach you this handwriting?"

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said with a smile: "I was taught by a Taoist master. He has already traveled all over the world."

The master was the only one who knew the whereabouts of his master. Li Xiuyuan decided not to tell the third person anymore. He wanted to keep it a secret for himself. He could not trust anyone in this world.

Even if the Master ascends to heaven one day, letting the dean know is still the Master's business and has nothing to do with him.

After gradually calming down, the dean began to look at the ink marks on the paper in a daze, silently thinking about who taught Xiu Yuan how to read and write? There is clearly a faint sword intention between the lines.

She quietly raised her head and glanced at Li Xiuyuan, only to see that he was still calmly lowering his head to make tea and didn't notice him at all.

After reading the sword intention on the paper over and over again, the dean was wondering whether the sword intention belonged to the old Taoist priest or the young man in front of him. If it belonged to Li Xiuyuan, it would be terrible.

Because he knew that the young man in front of him was only eleven years old, and he understood the meaning of the sword at the age of eleven, which was unique in the Shura Realm.

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

It seems that it can only be an old Taoist priest who has left, or thinks that he cannot understand the meaning of the sword, so he chooses to teach his apprentices by using words to transform swords.

I hope that one day Li Xiuyuan can realize it.

After thinking about it, the dean looked outside the hall in confusion, listening to the autumn wind blowing in the bamboo forest, and immediately laughed to himself, thinking that if the elders of the academy saw these words, they would jump up in disbelief.

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

After saying these words, the dean drank all the remaining tea in the cup, got up, left the master's bamboo hut, and walked outside the courtyard.

It's just that the dean obviously underestimated Li Xiuyuan's ability, because this sword intention neither belonged to the old Taoist priest nor the master, but belonged to his innate ability.

Ever since he wielded the iron sword left by the old Taoist priest, there was a sword-like anger in his heart.

As if telling him: "I can! This is my sword intention!"

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

Could it be that I am really the reincarnation of a god? Why does my swordsmanship not need more training and practice? My archery skills can be shot just by holding a bow and arrows, and my master taught me how to play the piano. It seems that I can still

It didn't take much effort, and it was already as good as Master's playing.
Chapter completed!