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

At noon, the sun was high in the sky.

An eight-year-old child walked along the mountain path holding his mother's hand.

When the two of them came to a huge rock, the woman said gently, "Wen'er, go and touch that rock."

The child raised his head and tilted it, with a hint of doubt in his bright eyes.

"Mother, why do you want to touch it?"

The woman smiled and rubbed his head, explaining softly: "This stone was set up by the Taoist Master. It is said that the brighter the light emitted when someone touches this stone, the more talented this person is. Maybe the Taoist Master will take a fancy to this stone and accept him as a disciple."

The children didn't understand what they heard.

He neither understood who the Dao Zun was, nor did he understand what was good about being the Dao Zun's disciple.

Since my mother wants me to touch her so much, then I should just go.

When the child came to the boulder, a very serious look appeared on his childish face. He stretched out his delicate hands and placed them firmly on the surface of the boulder.

"Big Rock, here I come!"

But after waiting for a long time, the boulder did not respond at all.

The woman's eyes, which were originally full of expectation, gradually turned into disappointment, and finally there was a hint of loneliness.

The child turned around and noticed the change in his mother. He ran over with his short legs, hugged his thighs and raised his head and said, "Mom, the stone didn't react. Is Wen'er useless?"

The woman smoothed her long black hair, put away her sad look, picked up the child and said, "Who said that? In your mother's eyes, you are the best in the world."

The woman walked away.

Behind her, countless pilgrims who came here to see the temple also came one after another to touch the huge stone, in order to verify whether they really had the fate to worship at Fuzhen Temple.

In front of the mountain gate.

Before entering Fuzhen Temple, tourists who came to burn incense tidied up their appearance.

Today, Fuzhen Temple is not only revered as a state religion, but also a holy place for practice in the eyes of martial artists. Among the pilgrims who come here every day, there are many people from prominent families or famous figures in the martial arts world.

Sometimes you might even encounter royal relatives from the palace coming to burn incense.

Two years ago, a scholar who failed the imperial examination came to Fuzhen Temple to burn incense. He was favored by a princess who came to burn incense with him and was immediately promoted to the princess's consort. This became a famous story.

Ever since this incident, countless men dressed as down-and-out scholars would come to burn incense every day, hoping that they could win the heart of one of the princesses who came to burn incense.

But this kind of thing will only appear in vernacular novels.

Those who tried to avoid taking decades of detours ultimately failed to wait for the princess or princess to show mercy to them, and wasted their time in vain.

In the courtyard.

Ding Xisheng stood calmly in front of the stone table, with pictures of various weapon styles scattered on the table.

Shou Yuan and Shou Qing both looked at the diagrams with shining eyes, and kept expressing their amazement.

"Master Ding, can all these weapons be forged?"

Shouyuan looked up and asked.

Ding Xisheng chuckled when he heard this.

"Of course. Our Great Yuan has a vast territory, and there are many talented people and skilled craftsmen. This little thing is naturally no problem."

He came here on the emperor's orders, hoping to forge a suitable weapon for Liu Wuyan, Helian Cheng and others.

As the saying goes, if you want to do your work well, you must first sharpen your tools.

Since obtaining the heritage of the Xianyue Holy Land, all aspects of Da Yuan have improved rapidly.

This time, the emperor proposed to forge weapons for the audience because he wanted to verify the weapon refining skills of the Xianyue Holy Land.

After a long time, everyone selected the weapons they liked and were most suitable for them from the numerous dazzling illustrations and handed them to Ding Xisheng.

"Helian Cheng, have you made your choice?"

Helian Cheng stretched his neck and searched through a pile of atlases for a long time, still selecting.

"What do you think of this sword?"

Shouqing picked up a map and said.

Helian Cheng didn't even look at it, but shook his head and said, "What sword are you choosing? Didn't you see what's hanging on Dao Zun's waist?"

Yan Xiu's fighting style has always been to defeat the opponent with force and conquer the opponent with virtue, but his swordsmanship should not be underestimated either.

Although Helian Cheng also practiced the Thousand Machine Sword Art, he believed that there was already a Taoist master in the world who was unique in using the sword, so he had to change his weapon.

Finally, after searching over and over again, he finally picked out what he wanted.

"That's it."

Helian Cheng slapped the diagram on the table and said in a smug tone.

"Since Daozun's swordsmanship is already the best in the world, then I, Helian Cheng, will reluctantly become the best in spearmanship."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at the description of weapons on the map.

The gun body is made of thousand-year-old black iron wood, which is extremely hard. It has been soaked in cooked oil for fifteen years and weighs more than 145 pounds. The gun tip is made of meteorite iron that has been tempered a hundred times. A third-grade warrior holding the gun can easily penetrate more than a hundred pieces of armor.

"But the key is that you don't know how to shoot."

Shouyuan spoke up.

Helian Cheng has been studying the Wuwang magic skill since he started learning martial arts. With his extraordinary talent, he has cultivated to the upper third level of the realm. It was not until he entered the Fuzhen Temple that he learned the Qianji Sword Technique from Yan Xiu.

"That's not difficult. As the saying goes, martial arts all change but remain essentially the same. Since I've already learned the Thousand Machine Sword Technique, with my talent, it's not impossible for me to create a spear technique based on it."

Faced with the boos from the crowd, he didn't care at all, smiled confidently and continued.

"If that doesn't work, then I can go to the Wanshu Pavilion in the capital and pick up a book on spearmanship to practice. Although the inheritance of the Yueyue Holy Land is not even one ten-thousandth of the Qianji Sword Art, it should be more than enough to roam the world."

Helian Cheng obviously has strong confidence in himself.

Seeing that everyone had finished their selection, Ding Xisheng immediately packed up several selected atlases, bowed and said.

"In that case, I will not disturb you from your meditation any longer. Goodbye."

"There is Lord Laoding."

Everyone returned the gift one after another.

"Old Ding, the first step for Helian Cheng to become famous all over the world starts here. You have to keep a close eye on it and don't let anyone cut corners!"

Helian Cheng was not at all afraid of Yan Xiu, the Taoist master, and naturally he dared to tease the prime minister of the Yuan Dynasty.

Ding Xisheng was speechless when he heard this, and could only smile bitterly and shook his head.

After Ding Xisheng left for a while, the head that had been peeking secretly from the courtyard wall for a while slowly came out.

The third princess, Tang Shuang, climbed over the courtyard wall with great effort, not caring at all that her priceless Liuxian skirt was covered in dust.

"Has Lord Ding left?"

she asked cautiously.

Seeing everyone nod, the third princess walked out of the courtyard and took out the food box hidden in the corner.

"This is the cake I sent someone to bring from the palace. Come and have a taste."

After saying that, she took out the portion that she thought was the most delicious and trotted over to Liu Wuyan.

"Try it soon, too."

The third princess stared at him blankly with her eyes as clear as water.