Zhu Xian: Get ten times the talent, the sword opens the gate of heaven

Chapter 273 Taoist Master Daoxuan: Who got the rare treasure?
Wan Jianyi looked at the excited Taoist Master Daoxuan and his unrequited love for knowledge, and he felt so happy.

He could hardly hold back his laughter.

However, Wan Jianyi knew that he had wasted three hundred years. Eleven years ago, he spent three years with Zhang Xiaofan, which gave him insights and a chance to break through to Taiqing.

However, there are still about five years left, and he still hasn't broken through to the Taiqing realm, so he can't defeat Daoxuan.

If he laughed out loud, Daoxuan might fight with him.

A gentleman will not suffer a loss at the present moment, but will fight again in five years.

So, Wan Jianyi suppressed his smile and changed the subject:
"Fourteen years ago, why didn't you personally accept Zhang Xiaofan as your apprentice?"

Daoxuan's eyes tightened and he said:

"Because Zhang Xiaofan looks too much like someone else."

"In fact, he is more talented, more perceptive, smarter, and more cunning than that person. If I keep Zhang Xiaofan by my side, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep for a day."

"This..." Wan Jianyi pointed at Lin Jingyu outside the ancestral hall and asked:

"Then why don't you accept Lin Jingyu as your disciple? Although his talent is similar to that person you mentioned, he is still far inferior to Zhang Xiaofan."

"After Cangsong left, why didn't you accept Lin Jingyu as your disciple?"

Taoist Master Daoxuan glared at Wan Jianyi and said in a deep voice:
"You've already said that Lin Jingyu is much worse than Zhang Xiaofan. You've already accepted Zhang Xiaofan as your disciple, so do I have to accept Lin Jingyu, who is much worse than Zhang Xiaofan, as my disciple?"

"Wouldn't that make me seem inferior to you?"

"Oh... it seems that your direct disciple Xiao Yicai is far inferior to Zhang Xiaofan whom I taught. Even Lin Jingyu's Taoism is better than his." Wan Jian raised his eyebrows.

"You..." Taoist Xuan rolled up his sleeves and said coldly:

"You're awesome, right? How about we have a fight now?"

Wan Jianyi waved his hand and said:
"My old bones have rusted in the ancestral temple. Wait for me for five years. I will fight again in five years."

Taoist Master Daoxuan's eyes lit up and he was surprised:
"Doesn't that mean that in another five years, you will be able to break through to the Taiqing realm?"

"Of course, this time I won't die before you. At least I can survive until you die." Wan Jian said, raising his head.

"Humph." Taoist Master Daoxuan snorted coldly, frowned and said:

“If I had known this, I would not have arranged for Zhang Xiaofan to study Taoism with you for three years. This move allowed you to realize the hope of breaking through Taiqing, and also allowed Zhang Xiaofan to learn the way of the sword, but in the end he also became a demon... cough... cough..."

Having said this, Taoist Master Daoxuan suddenly covered his chest and coughed violently a few times.

When Wan Jian saw this, he showed worry on his face, but he hid his worry and asked:

"It has been ten years since you used the Zhu Xian Ancient Sword. Even after ten years, your injuries have not healed completely..."

Taoist Master Daoxuan tapped his chest several times to stop coughing, and said in a low voice:
"I never thought that the backlash of the Zhu Xian Ancient Sword would be so strong. No wonder my master... Alas!"

Wan Jian turned and walked towards the incense table, raised his head and looked at the tablets of the ancestors, and said:
"In fact, I have sometimes thought that if you use the Zhuxian Ancient Sword a few more times, I am afraid you will definitely die before me."

Upon hearing this, Taoist Master Daoxuan's face darkened and he said in a deep voice:
"Do you remember what I said when I remembered three hundred years ago?"

"I saved your life because I owe you, but I will definitely not let you live longer than me."

"Haha..." Wan Jianyi smiled and said:

"That's unfortunate. I have a good chance of breaking through to Taiqing, and my life span is almost the same as yours. And you are seriously injured. I shouldn't die before you."

"By the way, not only will you die before me. Even your disciple Xiao Yicai will die before my disciple Zhang Xiaofan."

Taoist Master Daoxuan became furious upon hearing this, turned around and looked at Wan Jianyi, angrily saying: "You..."

But suddenly he thought of the resurgent Demon Cult and the people of the world, and he sighed heavily: "Alas... Never mind, never mind!"

"If I use the Immortal Executioner Sword a few more times, I might die. After I die, the Qingyun Sect will be so huge that even though Yicai is very cunning, his level of cultivation is too low to shoulder the heavy responsibility."

"And the Ghost King of the Demon Cult's Ghost King Sect is in his prime, with a high level of Taoism and a deep mind. There is also a genius like Zhang Xiaofan who is on par with the Qingye Patriarch."

"If I die, and Zhang Xiaofan leads the Demon Cult to attack Qingyun Mountain, then you will hold the Ancient Sword of Zhuxian and slay the demons!"

Upon hearing this, Wan Jianyi thought of Daoxuan's responsibilities in this position and everything he had done for Qingyun Sect over the past three hundred years.

Even he felt admiration.

If I were to do it myself, I would definitely not do better than Daoxuan!

Thinking of this, Wan Jianyi said slowly:
"Don't think too much. Maybe Xiaofan will come back in the future."

Taoist Master Daoxuan looked into the distance through the gate of the ancestral temple, and it was unknown what he was thinking. After a long while, he said:

"I hope..."

"With his ability, Qingyun will surely be more prosperous in his hands than in my hands. However, he has already joined the Demon Sect and married the Ghost King's daughter. I'm afraid he can't turn back."

Wan Jianyi shook his head, looked at Lin Jingyu who had been waiting in the yard, and said:
"Jingyu has been waiting for a long time, why don't you leave? When did you become so nagging?"

Taoist Master Daoxuan flicked his sleeves and said:
"I'm not leaving today. Let's go out and meet Lin Jingyu to see if he has made any progress since this trip."

Wan Jian glanced at Dao Xuan and said:
"I don't know you yet. You don't want to see if Jingyu has improved. You clearly want to know from Jingyu how Zhang Xiaofan has improved after these ten years..."

Taoist Master Daoxuan heard this and said:

"roundworms!"

After saying that, he and Wan Jianyi walked out of the ancestral hall.

The two walked out of the ancestral hall and stood on the platform outside the door, looking at Lin Jingyu below.

Lin Jingyu was shocked. He didn't expect the headmaster to be here. He immediately held his sword and bowed, saying with awe:

"Head!"

Taoist Master Daoxuan glanced at Lin Jingyu, who was looking at him with awe, and thought of Zhang Xiaofan.

If Zhang Xiaofan saw him, he would definitely look calm and respectful, but not afraid.

As for Lin Jingyu, he had some respect, but more of fear.

Just from this point, we can see that what the two people pursue, think about, and have life goals are completely different.

Lin Jingyu looked at Wan Jianyi next to him and said respectfully:

"master!"

After leaving the ancestral temple, there were ears and eyes on the wall, so Wan Jianyi could not stand on the same level with Daoxuan, so he walked down the steps, looked at Lin Jingyu, and asked:

"Are you injured this time?"

Lin Jingyu felt warm in his heart and smiled:
"Master, it's just some minor injuries, nothing serious."

Then, Lin Jingyu looked gloomy and said with shame:

"It's a pity that I didn't get any rare treasures during this trip to the Western Death Swamp."

Upon hearing this, Taoist Master Daoxuan asked:
"Who finally got the rare treasure?"

(End of this chapter)