Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 279 I want the nine states of mountains and rivers, my surname is Fang
The Martial Temple is very large, but there are surprisingly few people inside.

Led by Xiang Jie, Fang Xuan walked towards the main hall of the Martial Temple, and did not see many warriors along the way.

Bring Fang Xuan to the main hall.

Fang Xuan didn't have to wait for long.

Soon, an old figure appeared behind the hall.

He was wearing a gray shirt and walked slowly into the hall.

It looked like a gust of wind could blow it down, but Xiang Jie's whole body slowly tensed up.

"Sun Miaozhu!"

There are nine priests in the Martial Temple, each of them is responsible for one of the nine states. The visitor is exactly one of them.

He looked at Xiang Jie and nodded slightly, then sat on a bamboo stool at the side of the hall and said to Fang Xuan, "Have you decided?"

Although Fang Xuan didn't know the other party's identity, he could get some clues from Xiang Jie's reaction and nodded: "Yeah!"

The old man nodded slightly. "On the way here, Xiang Jie should have told you that our Wu Temple has a special status. It has strengths that other sects in Jiuzhou do not have. At the same time, it also has some rules that have been passed down since ancient times."

To put it bluntly, it means an extremely noble status!

But at the same time, it is also subject to some rules.

Fang Xuan also understood the reasoning. Being able to establish the Hidden Dragon List, the Martial Temple was naturally powerful. If such power was not restrained, then Jiuzhou would have to be under the rule of the Martial Temple forever.

Fang Xuan had been looking at the old man calmly. After thinking for a while, he raised some questions: "I used to be a disciple of the Bi Hai Yun Sect, so it shouldn't have any impact, right?"

Hearing this, the old man was stunned for a moment, then he waved his hand casually and said with a smile: "You do have the aura of the black dragon, but the Wu Temple is different from what you think. It is not a martial arts sect, and there is no such thing as betraying the master."

After all, Fang Xuan joined the Bi Hai Yun Sect just for a cooperative and mutually beneficial relationship. Fang Xuan understood this, and Diwu Qingyue knew it even better.

Fang Xuan nodded, thought for a long time, and asked the biggest question in his mind: "Why me?"

The Martial Temple showed such great sincerity in inviting him to join, and even one of the Nine Temple Priests came out in person. This should not happen to a warrior at the fourth level.

The specialness of the Martial Temple allows him to possess the best treasures and the best martial arts skills. Moreover, as long as he enters the Martial Temple, he can almost walk sideways in the world.

With such status and position, there is no need for active invitation. Warriors from Kyushu are all vying to join the Martial Temple.

A hint of complexity emerged in the old man's turbid eyes. The situation of the man in white before him was unheard of. He could cultivate Samadhi in his body before reaching the upper realm. This had never happened in the entire history of Kyushu martial arts.

Xiang Jie was watching Fang Xuan from the side and couldn't help but feel worried for him.

Sun Miaozhu came out personally to receive him. What a great honor! Why not join the Wu Temple as soon as possible?

The old man smiled, not surprised by the question: "It seems that you have met that person before, you are lucky!"

Fang Xuan was somewhat confused by what the old man said.

who?

What blessing is there?

However, the old man did not intend to continue explaining, but just said calmly: "The Martial Temple needs you!"

Fang Xuan nodded, and then under the gaze of the old man and Xiang Jie, he asked curiously: "What are the benefits of joining the Martial Temple?"

Xiang Jie couldn't help but hold his forehead!
It’s already this late and you’re still thinking about negotiating terms with Wu Miao!
Sun Miaozhu's eyelids twitched. In all these years, this was the first time that Wu Miao took the initiative to invite warriors to join. It was also the first time that someone negotiated terms with Wu Miao!
The old man closed his eyes, adjusted his mood, and opened his eyes again with a warm smile on his face: "You are quite interesting. As a warrior, the pursuit of the purest martial arts is the original intention."

"The road of martial arts is full of ups and downs, especially in this broken world. No one can guarantee that if they fall asleep tonight, they will wake up tomorrow. No one can guarantee that they can reach the pinnacle of martial arts in their lifetime!"

"And Wu Miao can guarantee it!"

Fang Xuan was about to speak when Sun Miaozhu shook his head and said, "A warrior's life is like a fleeting moment. The turmoil in Jiuzhou is just the continuous process of history. In this world, there are more important things waiting for you to do!" In just a few words, for Fang Xuan, the amount of information exploded!

In Wu Miao's eyes, it doesn't matter whether the Dayang Dynasty is destroyed or not, or what the next Jiuzhou will be named!

And during the change of dynasties, whether there were millions of common people wailing in the war, the Temple of Martial Arts did not care!

In the face of thousands of years of time, all of this seems so insignificant.

The people are like grass, they will wither if they are thirsty and come alive if they are moist!

Fang Xuan was silent for a moment, and finally raised his eyes and said: "Forget it, I'm just a scoundrel in Pingjiang County. I was unknown before this and I don't have such big ambitions!"

Fang Xuan just rejected the opportunity to reach the pinnacle of martial arts!

As soon as these words came out, Xiang Jie was suddenly confused!

Sun Miaozhu’s words have been made very clear!

As the first warrior actively invited by the Martial Temple, once you join, you will receive the greatest training and may even be trained as the heir of the Martial Temple!
What a temptation!
And all of this was rejected by Fang Xuan?
Sun Miaozhu did not expect to get such an answer.

He took a deep breath and then asked, "Can you tell me why?"

Fang Xuan looked at the hall, and thought of the nine statues outside, and slowly said: "When I was in Pingjiang County, I was just a rascal. My biggest wish was to not be bullied by others, and then I hoped that Xiaoli could study hard and eventually become a superior person!"

"I will also help the weak when I can, but I am actually selfish. All I want to protect is our little family!"

"Then there was the Dragon Whale Army, and later the entire Haizhou was mine. But I found that even at this point, that small family still couldn't be protected!"

"Whether it's martial arts or sentient beings, I, Fang Xuan, don't have a big heart to bear it. All I want is for Xiaoli and Xiaolan to be safe, that's all!"

Fang Xuan seemed to be reviewing his past, and Xiang Jie and Sun Miaozhu beside him were listening attentively.

The two were a little curious. It turned out that this person who was so valued by the Temple of Martial Arts had such an ordinary life!
Not to mention the Martial Temple, even among the sects in Zhongzhou, if you pick out any genius at random, whose life is not full of legends!
The old man stood up, took out an ancient booklet from his small pile of things, smiled and said, "I see, I'll register it in the Martial Temple first, that should be fine!"

The other party obviously hasn't experienced too much. If one wants to completely awaken on the path of martial arts, one always needs various hardships. As for the matter that Wu Miao is worried about, there is no need to rush.

Fang Xuan nodded slightly and said casually: "Can I make another condition?"

Xiang Jie and Sun Miaozhu both glanced sideways.

Fang Xuan said slowly: "I want all the mountains and rivers of the Nine Provinces, and my last name is Fang!"

Sun Miaozhu lowered his eyes and fell into a rare silence. After a while, he said, "The Martial Temple never interferes in the wars of the dynasty. This is also the rule that the Martial Temple needs to abide by."

Then, Sun Miaozhu paused again, "Of course, you are only a registered disciple of the Martial Temple now, and are not bound by this rule. If you want to achieve your goal, you need to become stronger!"

The old man was very satisfied with his calculations.

Don’t you want to rule the nine provinces? Then practice hard!

When your strength really improves to that level, that’s what Wu Miao hopes to see most!
After saying that, the old man gently hooked his hand, and the heavy sword behind Fang Xuan was pulled into the old man's hand by a force of energy.

Touching the dark heavy sword, the old man fell into memories. After a moment, he said, "This sword is too conspicuous. I will help you to forge it again. People in the Martial Temple should not be too ostentatious!"

After saying that, the old man turned to look at Xiang Jie and said, "Take him to the Dragon Pool for tempering first. Only after he has passed the fifth level of the test can we avoid losing face for the Martial Temple!"

Coming out of the hall, Fang Xuan felt mixed emotions.

I wrote my name in that ancient booklet. Does that mean I am a registered disciple of the Martial Temple?
Coming down the long street, Fang Xuan asked curiously, "Brother Xiang, is it embarrassing for the Martial Temple if I join like this?"

Xiang Jie thought for a moment and patted Fang Xuan on the shoulder: "Let me tell you this, if you want to enter the Martial Temple, you must first condense the body of a Martial Saint!"

Looking at Xiang Jie's slowly receding figure, Fang Xuan was stunned for a moment.

The Blood Saint of Martial Arts, who is respected by everyone in Jiuzhou, actually only meets the minimum standards to enter the Temple of Martial Arts!
(End of this chapter)