Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Niu Dazhuang licked his lips and said, "So it's the Grand Master. People in the court said that you have been in seclusion for these years. I didn't expect you to come to my Mangniu Gang."

"Don't worry, Boss. The court didn't know that I came to Mangniu Gang."

Fan Wujiu said lightly, "I came here with the sincere intention of becoming the disciple of Taoist Xuandu."

"But unfortunately, I don't meet the requirements of Taoist Xuandu, so I couldn't go to the top of the mountain for the subsequent selection."

"But I really don't want to give up such an opportunity, so I kneel here, hoping to impress Taoist Xuandu with my sincerity."

"Well... OK, Grand Master, please do as you please." Niu Dazhuang shook his head helplessly and turned away.

He felt that Fan Wujiu was just pretending.

After kneeling for a few days, if Taoist Xuandu on the top of the mountain never showed up, Fan Wujiu would probably leave.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be embarrassing for a dignified Grand Master to kneel at someone's door all the time?

Niu Dazhuang returned to the mountain village and continued to receive cultivators every day.

Fan Wujiu wanted to worship the one on the top of the mountain as his master, so did he?

So he worked very hard, worked diligently every day, and received every cultivator seriously, hoping to impress the one on the mountain one day.

In this way, time passed day by day.

The people of the Mangniu Gang, like Niu Dazhuang, thought that Fan Wujiu was just pretending, and would get impatient and leave after kneeling at the door for a few days.

But one day passed!

Ten days passed!

A month passed!

Fan Wujiu knelt there all the time, never stood up, and had no intention of leaving at all.

He even knelt there, almost motionless in the wind and rain.

So much so that after a month, Fan Wujiu was covered with dust and mud, looking extremely embarrassed.

But even so, Fan Wujiu's expression was still calm, and there was no trace of boredom in his eyes, just like the first day he knelt there.

Time still passed day by day.

A year later, there was still an endless stream of cultivators coming to Mangniu Mountain.

As people came and went, Fan Wujiu knelt there as usual, attracting countless people to criticize him, but he just kept silent.

Three years later, no one in the Mangniu Gang thought that Fan Wujiu was acting.

After all, who would kneel for three years without moving?

Five years later, the gang members of the Mangniu Gang were already extremely impressed by Fan Wujiu.

They thought that if it were them, they would never be able to do what Fan Wujiu did, let alone five years, even five months would be unbearable.

Ten years later, the news that the State Master of Lianxing Female Country knelt at the gate of the Mangniu Gang had already spread like wildfire and was known by many immortal cultivators.

Some admired him!

Some mocked him!

Others made a bet on how many years Fan Wujiu could kneel!

Some even came to Mangniu Mountain specifically to watch the show, wanting to see the legendary fool kneeling at the gate of the mountain bandit's nest.

And Niu Dazhuang had already changed his opinion of Fan Wujiu.

If he had nothing to do, he would often come to the entrance of the mountain village and chat with Fan Wujiu.

Of course, he was sitting, while Fan Wujiu was still kneeling there, his knees sunk three inches into the soil because he had not moved for many years.

...

That day, in the wooden house manor.

Zhao Mu sat cross-legged on the altar, and the peach branches behind him gradually faded and disappeared.

He opened his eyes and saw Xiaotian in the pavilion by the lake, drinking from a wine gourd while activating the Xuanguang mirror to look at something.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhao Mu flew into the pavilion and asked.

"Of course, I'm looking at Fan Wujiu."

Xiaotian said, "Today, there are many cultivators who come to Mangniu Mountain and ridicule Fan Wujiu."

"Some people, who lack perseverance, laugh at others who are determined and are fools. They really don't know what they are talking about."

Zhao Mu sat down and looked at the Xuanguang mirror.

In the image on the mirror, Fan Wujiu was still kneeling at the entrance of the mountain village.

Ten years later, Fan Wujiu has almost turned into a mud man.

His clothes, hands, face, and hair are all covered with black mud formed by the mixture of dust and rainwater over the years.

If you don't look closely, you can't tell that he is a living person at all, and you would think he is a piece of stone shaped like a human.

"Master, this person is determined, are you really not going to accept him as a disciple?" Xiaotian asked.

Zhao Mu shook his head: "Fan Wujiu's talent in the immortal way is not very bad, but it is not very good either. It is a bit too high to say that he is in the middle or lower level."

"But he is very ambitious and wants to pursue the upper realm of the immortal way, which is obviously unrealistic."

"Of course, I have the ability to help him improve his qualifications, but that requires a huge price. Why should I spend it on him?"

"We are not related. Just because he knelt for ten years, I have to accept him as my disciple?"

"I didn't make him kneel for ten years."

Xiao Tian grinned: "Master, when you heard about Fan Wujiu in the Holy Artifact Sect, didn't you admire him very much?"

"Well, he can repair the Holy Artifact Sect as an abandoned disciple without hesitating to offend other immortal sects. This person is indeed of good character."

Zhao Mu said calmly: "But admiration is admiration. There are many people I admire in this world. Can I accept everyone as my disciple? My disciples are too worthless."

"Is that so?"

Xiaotian sighed: "That's a pity. If such a determined person can improve his physique, his future is indeed limitless."

"But the master is right. Cultivation is not a charity. No one owes anyone anything in this world. Why should we continue to give so self-righteously?"

"Master, how about I drive him away directly, so that he won't stay here every day and make people annoyed?"

Zhao Mu shook his head: "No, I'm going to give him a chance."

"What?"

Xiaotian's mind didn't turn around for a while, staring at Zhao Mu in astonishment.

What's going on?

Didn't the master just say that he would not accept disciples? How come he changed his mind in a blink of an eye?

Is he teasing me?

He looked strange: "Master, have you decided to accept disciples again? Then all the things I just said are in vain?"

"Didn't I say that I would accept him as a disciple?" Zhao Mu smiled faintly.

Xiaotian was startled: "What does the master mean?"

"You are right, this man's perseverance is indeed extraordinary, and his character is also good, so I am willing to give him a chance."

Zhao Mu said calmly: "Maybe in the distant future, I will help him improve his qualifications and give him the opportunity to enter the upper level of the immortal realm."

"But before that, he has to pay more, it depends on whether he is willing to go out."

"Xiaotian, go down the mountain and bring Fan Wujiu up, and bring Niu Dazhuang too."

"Since one person has been given a chance, the other one should also come with him."

"Yes, master."

Xiaotian quickly stood up, and his body more than ten feet tall disappeared directly.