He became the True Lord of Ten Thousand Laws starting from Liaozhai.

The Shushan Sword Sect is located in Yongzhou of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The barrier covered dozens of miles, occupying countless green hills and clear waters, but there weren't that many disciples of Mount Shu, and accepting disciples was very casual.

If you can bring back a beggar from the street today, you might be able to trick an elderly person who is halfway to the grave tomorrow.

The cultivators of Mount Shu are like this: more than 90% of the cultivators in the sect practice swordsmanship.

The sect doesn't have as many rules as Kunlun, where a master is a master, an elder is an elder, a senior brother is a senior brother, and the sect leader is the sect leader...

In Kunlun and Xuanxin Sect, rules and order are highly valued, and strict rules govern seniority and hierarchy.

Mount Shu, the Pool of Inquiry.

This place is a special test of the disciples' character in Shushan. It was opened up by the founder of Shushan. It contains the highly accomplished Heart Sword Divine Power, which can shatter inner demons and remove distracting thoughts.

"Master."

The handsome young man was dressed in a black, narrow-sleeved outfit, with a jade-green immortal sword on his back. He knelt on the ground like this.

The person he addressed as Master was Li Xuanxiao, a high-ranking cultivator from Mount Shu. He was a middle-aged man with unfathomable cultivation and appeared very composed.

"Xu Yiya...you finally cultivated supernatural powers, and for this demoness, you..."

Li Xuanxiao's expression changed repeatedly, showing regret, heartache, but mostly incomprehension.

Once one cultivates supernatural powers, one can be considered a highly accomplished immortal, and can even claim to have reached the realm of Chaoyuan.

Xu Yiya suddenly raised his head and looked at Li Xuanxiao: "Master, Xiaoyue is kind-hearted. If she hadn't been born into the Demonic Sect..."

"That's enough..."

Li Xuanxiao's expression grew increasingly cold. He roared, "One hundred and fifty years! I've taught you for one hundred and fifty years!"

"Xu Yiya, do you know who really calls the shots in the Yin Moon Dynasty?"

"It's the Su family! Do you know that Su Nianzhen only has this one daughter? Do you think she'd just stand by and watch you run off with her daughter?"

"But...but..."

Xu Yiya was struggling internally. He knew Su Xiaoyue's identity all too well, not to mention the infamous Su Nianzhen.

Cultivating supernatural powers and gaining entry into the imperial court sounds impressive, but in Su Nianzhen's hands, they are nothing more than slightly larger ants.

But Xiaoyue promised him that as long as he left Mount Shu, she would stay with him for eternity...

But his master had taught him diligently for over a hundred years, and the debt of gratitude could never be repaid. Torn between his beloved and his mentor, Xu Yiya truly didn't know what to do.

When Su Nianzhen was mentioned, a trace of reminiscence appeared in Li Xuanxiao's eyes, but it quickly vanished.

The two did indeed have a connection, but ultimately, immortals and demons are destined to be apart...

Not only did his sect forbid it, but he also couldn't bear to give up his supernatural powers.

Life in Shushan is indeed very free, but not so free that disciples can freely associate with members of the Demonic Sect.

Shushan has a sense of honor, especially since the Yinyue Dynasty and Xuanxin Sect are mortal enemies.

As the head of the Shu Mountain Sect, he had a past entanglement with the Yin Yue Dynasty, which was one thing, but now his own disciples were getting involved with the Yin Yue Dynasty? How could the Xuanxin Sect think about this? How would the righteous sects of the world view the Shu Mountain Sect?

If only I weren't the leader of the Shushan Sect...

For some inexplicable reason, such a rebellious thought popped into Li Xuanxiao's mind.

He took a deep breath, trying to appear calmer. Suppressing his anger, he said, "Xu Yiya, you have betrayed your master and ancestors. From now on, Mount Shu will not tolerate you."

These words lightly reached Xu Yiya's ears, and he was jolted as if struck by lightning. His ears rang, and his vision went black.

He thought to himself, "Is this the result I wanted? I came to see my master precisely to say these things, and isn't this what I wanted to get?"

"Is this right or wrong? Will I regret doing this? What will my master think of my actions...?"

His lips were slightly parted, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time, and even his breathing rhythm was out of control.

"Master..."

"Don't call me master!"

"You should leave! Xu Yiya is dead. He died in that blizzard a hundred years ago."

After saying this, Li Xuanxiao seemed to have lost all his strength.

A chill ran from his fingertips straight to Xu Yiya's forehead. Memories are always painful, but he was in so much pain that he had to give up one side.

He can only choose one.

Xu Yiya suddenly braced himself on the ground with both hands and kept kowtowing until his forehead was red.

"You may leave, but the supernatural powers belong to Mount Shu; you must stay."

Li Xuanxiao activated his magic to connect with the Heart-Questioning Pool, which also had a very important function: forgetting.

Whether it's a painful past, a past you don't want to talk about, or a person or thing you want to forget, asking your heart's pool can make you forget.

Xu Yiya stood up, his eyes filled with reluctance, and he wanted to speak.

He seemed to have a lot to say, but he just couldn't bring himself to open his mouth.

Li Xuanxiao didn't care; he kept changing various hand seals.

A moment later, a jet of water shot out from the Heart-Questioning Pool, carrying an invisible sword intent, and engulfed Xu Yiya.

The pool water, imbued with the intent of swords, pierced into Xu Yiya's body, drifting through his memories. All memories related to supernatural powers were devoured by the pool water, becoming his nourishment.

The expression in Xu Yiya's eyes grew increasingly complicated; he couldn't understand it.

Master, how could you let him go so easily?

A memory suddenly came to Xu Yiya's mind: his master almost never used his magic to get rid of his drunkenness.

Master always loved to brew his own wine. Although the wine he brewed was very hard to drink, he would always finish it.

He once asked the name of the wine, and his master said that the wine was called Orchid Floss.

The master once said that this was taught to him by a friend during his travels in the mortal world, but that friend has passed away.

No matter how he brews or improves the wine, he can never replicate the taste of that orchid floss.

Xu Yiya had also drunk this wine many times.

The wine has a delicate orchid fragrance when you first smell it, but then it becomes slightly bitter. It tastes sweet at first, but upon closer tasting, it becomes somewhat bitter. Every time Xu Yiya finishes drinking it, he always feels a sense of melancholy.

Although it was a recipe for earthly wine, he believed that his master had definitely added some divine herbs and spiritual plants to it.

This lingering sense of melancholy is something that earthly things cannot evoke.

Li Xuanxiao would always tell him when he was drunk that the wine was missing a little something, that the wine was just missing a little something.

As the memories faded, the water in the Heart-Questioning Pool, which had contained Xu Yiya's sword intent, also gradually dissipated. In his mind, he lost all understanding of the supernatural power and all his memories.

The Heart Sword is indeed that strange.

Xu Yiya knelt down again, took the emerald green immortal sword from behind his back, and presented it above his head with both hands.

"Master, according to the rules of Shu Mountain, a disciple who is expelled from the sect must return the immortal sword."

Li Xuanxiao did not respond; instead, he flicked his sleeve.

Xu Yiya felt a sudden dizziness, and when he woke up again, he was already outside the Shu Mountain barrier.

He heard Li Xuanxiao's soft whisper in his ear:

"Take the sword; the Shu Mountain sect doesn't care."

Xu Yiya is gone. Su Xiaoyue made a promise with him that they would meet again in eighteen years. During these eighteen years, he will search for her whereabouts.

......

After capturing the spirit, Xu Yi accepted some reward money and left the place despite the Deng family's attempts to persuade him to stay.

He also cured Miss Deng, but she is now a little weak and needs to recuperate before she can get out of bed and walk normally.

Before parting, Grandpa Deng asked Xu Yi where he was staying, so that he could personally thank him after his granddaughter recovered.

Xu Yi thought for a long time before replying, "Little Chongshan, Ping Shui Temple."

"Ping Shui Guan, Ping Shui Guan..." After repeating it several times, Old Master Deng stopped bothering Xu Yi.

Afterwards, he even asked Steward Liu whether there was a registered Ping Shui Temple on Xiao Chong Mountain.

After receiving a negative answer, Old Master Deng instructed Steward Liu to prepare the relevant documents to complete all the formalities for Ping Shui Temple. From then on, Ping Shui Temple was considered a legitimate Taoist temple.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Imperial Observatory was responsible for dealing with any irregular Taoist temples.

It's likely that his old friend from the Imperial Observatory will arrive in Fangyuan City soon, and if he asks carefully, Xu Yi's affair will not be kept secret.

You must know that the people of the Imperial Observatory value rules above all else. Without rules, nothing can be accomplished. They are very strict and stick to their principles. If Ping Shui Temple had not been recorded, they would have been in trouble.

If Xin Jing were here, he would definitely say, "These are all the rotten rules left behind by the Dao Palace."

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Xu Yi returned to Xiaochongshan once again.

He sat on the back of the blue ox, looking up at the horizon. The sun had already set, and the evening glow scattered across the sky, turning the road beneath his feet red.

The blue ox stopped. It sensed Xu Yi's emotions and seemed to have something to say, so it stopped.

"I am but a drifting duckweed..."

As Xu Yi was speaking, he saw someone walking towards him in the sunset.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Zhang Zhengyi.

The mountain god of Xiaochong Mountain asked with a smile, "Sir, have you returned again to ask for some laurel wine?"

Xu Yi laughed and shook his head: "Brother Zhang, from now on, I'll leave my wine to you."

The two looked at each other and smiled, then burst into laughter.

Yun Song jumped out from behind Zhang Zhengyi, lightly leaping from Zhang Zhengyi's shoulder and gracefully landing on the back of the blue ox.

Holding a newly made wine gourd in its hand, it handed it to Xu Yi: "Sir, Grandpa Zhang said that I made you angry before and I should apologize."

"Grandpa Zhang also said that you like to drink, but you don't have a container, so he asked me to make this for you."

"They said they'd give it to you next time we meet."

Xu Yi took the wine gourd, examined it carefully, and felt a warmth in his heart. After a moment of stunned silence, he smiled and said, "Yun Song, you're very thoughtful."

"Brother Zhang, I'm planning to build a Taoist temple on Little Chong Mountain. What do you think?"

Xu Yi never beats around the bush when he speaks.

Zhang Zhengyi had sensed the deeper meaning in Xu Yi's words, but he never expected it to be like this.

Xu Yi was highly skilled in cultivation, yet very easygoing. In Zhang Zheng's opinion, this person only recognized fate and was also very approachable. With such a master by his side, Zhang Zheng was overjoyed.

He quickly replied, "Sir, that's certainly possible. All good people are welcome to join my Little Chongshan."

Xu Yi nodded and asked again, "Brother Zhang, where would be a suitable place to build this Taoist temple?"

It wasn't that Xu Yi was being polite to Zhang Zhengyi. He really knew nothing about feng shui surveying or Qimen Dunjia. Zhang Zhengyi, as the Mountain God, knew the earth's veins better than anyone.

Zhang Zheng pondered for a moment, carefully sensing the surroundings, before saying, "My Little Chongshan has three peaks, one large, one small, and one flat."

"Sir, you may choose a flat peak to settle down. Small peaks are too small, and once you enter the mountains, you will be seen by others, which is too noisy."

"The peak is so high, towering into the clouds, that it's not easy for anyone to see the world."

"This flat peak is the most suitable."

Xu Yi nodded. Since Zhang Zhengyi has said so, let's go with Pingfeng then.

"Brother Zhang, I'll go buy some bricks, tiles, and daily necessities tomorrow, so I won't be hiring anyone."

"How about I have the mountain spirits build it for me?"

"Of course, I won't let everyone's efforts go unrewarded. Afterwards, I will offer everyone a chance to make a difference."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zheng's heart skipped a beat; this opportunity was truly extraordinary.

"Sir, building a Taoist temple doesn't need to be so troublesome. As the mountain god, I can mobilize the miscellaneous resources in the mountain."

"Sir, you only need to buy some daily necessities tomorrow."

Please come with me.

Zhang Zheng waved his sleeve, and Yun Song was swept in as well. The three people and the ox turned into a gentle breeze and disappeared into the sunset.

Upon landing, they arrived at the summit of Pingfeng, which Zhang Zhengyi had mentioned.

Zhang Zhengyi had specially cleaned this place, leaving only a few oddly shaped large stones.

He once intended to build a temple here, but he was afraid that passersby would not be able to find it and that it would be inconvenient to offer incense, so he put it aside for a long time.

"Please wait a moment, sir."

Zhang Zhengyi has absolute control over the Lesser Chongshan Mountain; he can use what is already in the mountain to create new things.

For example, right now.

With a wave of his hand, the mountain god erected a Taoist temple, leaving even Xu Yi stunned. This was the first time he had ever felt the absolute dominance of the local mountain god in his own territory.

This made him think of the ancient tree demon in the Worry-Free Realm; what kind of power would that old demon possess?

While Xu Yi was still in a daze, the Taoist temple had already been completed.

This is a newly built rammed earth wall in shades of blue and gray, with a few tender vines even growing on top. Outside the wall, a few green bamboo stalks are casually stuck, rustling in the breeze.

The two elm wood gates had just been coated with tung oil, giving them a light brown sheen. The wood grain was smooth and flowing, and a blank wooden plaque hung above the lintel.

The stone steps in front of the door are made of bluestone slabs, with some rough edges and newly sprouted green shoots along the sides.

The roof is covered with blue tiles, and the area between the tiles is clean and tidy, without a single weed.

Zhang Zhengyi reached out, and the blank wooden plaque above the door flew into his hand: "Sir, you should nominate this one."

Xu Yi nodded, using his hand as a brush, a hint of sword intent condensing at his fingertips, and his finger landed directly on the wooden plaque.

Without ink removal or a knife, the wood chips fly as the fingertips rise and fall.

In no time at all, the three characters "Ping Shui Guan" appeared on the wooden plaque.

Zhang Zhengyi stroked his beard and nodded, commenting, "The brushstrokes are elegant and refined, with a touch of spontaneity."

"But, sir, is there any deeper meaning behind choosing these two characters?"

Xu Yi smiled and said, "The beginning and end of a relationship are like duckweed drifting on the water; gathering and scattering are all determined by nature."

"Yes, don't be attached to appearances, live in accordance with circumstances." Zhang Zhengyi nodded, having gained some insight.

"Then, sir, Yun Song and I will not disturb you any longer. We will come to visit you again tomorrow, shall we?"

"good."

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