I Just Became An Immortal, My Descendants Beg Me To Come Out of the Mountain

The fourth prince, Jiang Yu.

Jiang Changsheng knew him and learned from Chen Li's mouth that Jiang Yu was his biological younger brother, the same father and mother, and was also born to the queen. It is said that after Jiang Yu was born, the queen's concubine was no longer crazy.

Hearing that the emperor had directed Jiang Yu to come, Jiang Changsheng thought about it.

Could it be that the emperor has recognized him, why didn't he recognize him directly?

Jiang Changsheng didn't want to ask about it directly, but asked, "Do you want to practice martial arts with me?"

Jiang Yu excitedly said: "Yes, the emperor said that you are two years older than me, but you have surpassed the first-class realm, you can be my master, I will satisfy you with whatever you want, gold and silver treasures, rare treasures Yibao, whatever you say."

Jiang Changsheng thought for a while. With the relationship of the prince, at least he will not be so passive in the future. He doesn't need to hide at all. After all, his enemies know that he is here.

"Since it's His Majesty's order, I can't refuse it. It's my honor to be able to teach His Highness martial arts, but let me first say that the martial arts I teach are all created by me, not Longqiguan's martial arts."

Jiang Changsheng said seriously, Jiang Yu was overjoyed, and was about to kneel and kowtow immediately. The two guards were shocked, but fortunately Jiang Changsheng supported Jiang Yu in time.

This kid is so rude...

Let the prince kowtow, that is a big crime!

Jiang Changsheng said helplessly, "I'm not your master, I just teach you martial arts. You can call me by my name in the future."

Jiang Yu straightened his waist and grinned, "Okay, Brother Changsheng!"

He couldn't wait to urge: "Brother Changsheng, teach me quickly, my goal is to acquire a martial arts that is unparalleled in the world, expand the territory for me, and clear the wilderness. I just turned twelve years ago a few days ago. The emperor did not allow me to practice martial arts before the age of twelve, but you were the first person to teach me martial arts."

Jiang Changsheng thought for a while and decided to teach Jiang Yu the divine shadow legs.

Divine Shadow Leg was the first martial art he learned. It was so powerful that one leg could break tendons and bones. He had already achieved the powerful state of releasing his true energy and kicking out visions.

Jiang Changsheng began to teach the cultivation method of divine shadow legs. The two guards avoided suspicion, retreated to the door, and closed the door.

Jiang Yu listened carefully.

An hour later, Jiang Yu left happily. He had to go back to the palace to practice the exercises, and the prince could not spend the night outside.

Qing Ku returned to the house and asked excitedly, "Senior brother, are you now the prince's master?"

Jiang Changsheng shook his head and laughed, "It's just to teach His Highness martial arts, how can you be a master, don't talk nonsense."

Qingku disagreed: "That's also very strong. In the future, the prince will be your backer. I walked around the rivers and lakes before and found that this world is a world of human affection. The same thing, different identities and relationships do it, and the results are completely different."

He seemed to think of something sad, and the smile disappeared.

Jiang Changsheng has always been curious about what he experienced, but he never refused to say it.

The house fell silent.

After a while, Qing Ku left, Jiang Changsheng was left alone in the house, and he could finally practice the exercises with peace of mind.

After the first assassination failed, the enemy would inevitably have a second attack, and Jiang Changsheng wanted to become as strong as possible.

Jiang Changsheng's cultivation of the third level of Dao Fa Natural Gong is enough to be proud of the dragon's rise. For the time being, he has not met anyone with more infuriating energy than him, but he is not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, he cannot relax.

How can a cultivator be killed by a group of mortal warriors?

…

Dusk fell, clouds enveloped the bustling capital, and drizzle fell.

Vendors on both sides of the street began to close their stalls one after another.

In the west side of the capital city, in front of the gate of Tian Prison.

Zhang Tianren in armor frowned and looked at the sky, his brows filled with worry.

A middle-aged general next to him patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Young man, don't always worry about it, the boss has already reported your roster, and you can participate in the military examination next year."

Zhang Tianren just turned 18 this year. His mother was pregnant with him when he was in prison. After giving birth to him, he was beheaded. Passing on his various martial arts, he also really strived to be successful and made great achievements many times.

Zhang Tianren retracted his gaze, shook his head and said, "I always feel that something is going to happen to Tian Prison."

"Nonsense, at the feet of the emperor, is there anyone who dares to rob a prison?"

The middle-aged general laughed and scolded, and the other guards nearby laughed.

In the capital, Tian Prison is the safest place, and their responsibilities are also very simple. They enjoy their current life very much, they are not tired, but their salaries are high.

Zhang Tianren smiled helplessly, and he also felt that he might be thinking too much.

Since Dajing established the country, although there have been several rebellions in the capital, Tianjing has always been the most stable.

The night gradually fell, the rain stopped, and the trees beside the prison were dripping with raindrops, ripples in the potholes on the ground.

Zhang Tianren was chatting with his brothers about what to eat at night when he suddenly heard a melodious flute.

He looked up and saw that the attic on both sides of the street in front of the gate of the Tianjing was closed, and no one could be seen.

"what sound?"

"Didn't see anyone?"

"Why didn't I hear it?"

"You went to the Fragrance Building two years ago and was discovered by your wicked mother-in-law. A slap in the face made your ears hard, and of course you couldn't hear it."

The guards were talking, and the middle-aged general's face changed greatly, and he exclaimed: "Not good! Cover your ears!"

As soon as these words came out, although the guards were frightened, they still covered their ears subconsciously, including Zhang Tianren.

Zhang Tianren suddenly saw a thick fog coming from the end of the street. A figure was looming in the fog, and it could be seen from his figure that he was playing the flute.

"Someone wants to rob prison?"

A thought popped into Zhang Tianren's mind, just as he was about to speak, the ground trembled.

rumbling—

Everyone tried to stabilize their pace, Zhang Tianren noticed something and turned his head to look subconsciously.

A loud bang sounded, and the gate of the Heavenly Prison exploded, and the heavy prison door was smashed into countless wooden thorns. Zhang Tianren's cheek was slashed, and he followed with wide-eyed.

A figure stepped out of the sky prison. This man was wearing a tattered prison uniform, his hands and feet were wrapped in chains, and his hair was disheveled. He hunched his back and gasped for breath.

He raised his head, revealing a pair of white eyes without pupils under the messy black hair, shining coldly in the dark night.

"Ghost eyes... Evil King..."

A guard trembled and fell to the ground with his buttocks.

The Evil King of Ghost Eyes stepped forward, and the iron chains on his feet even grabbed a jailer's neck and dragged his body out of the darkness. The jailer was still alive, his eyes were sharp, his face flushed, He clutched the chain with both hands, trying to break free.

Zhang Tianren saw this scene, his eyes were red, he immediately drew his sword and rushed towards the evil king.

The Evil King of Ghost Eyes rushed in front of him, locked his neck with his right hand, and smashed him to the ground angrily, causing the ground to fly around with rubble.

Zhang Tianren almost fainted, his internal organs were severely injured, and he couldn't help spurting blood from his mouth.

The Evil King of Ghost Eyes grinned, his smile was extremely ferocious, like an evil ghost in the human world.

Just when he was about to end Zhang Tianren, the flute stopped abruptly, and a voice floated: "Don't forget the business."

Hearing this, the Evil King of Ghost Eyes stopped, jumped, jumped several feet high, dragged the jailer wrapped in chains into the woods, and quickly disappeared.

A large number of prison guards ran out of the prison, most of them were injured, and the middle-aged general ran to Zhang Tianren to check his injuries.

Zhang Tian reluctantly stared at the direction where the evil king of ghost eyes disappeared, and his heart was full of frustration. He thought he was strong enough, but he didn't expect that the opponent would be defeated in a single face-to-face.

…

Inside, the oil lamps flickered.

Jiang Changsheng was meditating and practicing, and he suddenly felt a little restless, always feeling that something was going to happen.

He opened his eyes and thought to himself, "There will be no frogs croaking tonight, there must be murderous aura."

He felt the surging true qi in his body, and his heart was a little at ease.

The enemy should not be too much stronger than Qingxu Daochang, otherwise he would have been forcibly killed.

After a stick of incense.

Jiang Changsheng suddenly heard shouts coming from down the mountain, but the distance was too far for him, the immortal cultivator, to hear clearly.

The enemy won't force it, will it?

Jiang Changsheng frowned and thought, no matter what, this is also the capital, and it is also a Taoist temple appointed by the emperor.

at the same time.

On the mountain road halfway up the mountain, the Evil King of Ghosts and Eyes was walking on the stone steps, holding a Taoist priest's neck in each of his hands.

Under the moonlit night, thunderclouds suddenly gathered, and a flash of lightning cut through the night sky, making the capital feel like daytime, and the face of the evil king of ghost eyes was illuminated in an instant, which was so hideous and terrifying.

"Bold! How dare you forcibly break into Longqiguan!"

There was an angry shout from a Taoist priest from above. I saw a Taoist priest come to kill with a sword. He jumped up and stabbed with a sword. The blade cut through the night sky, and a cold glow appeared.

The Demon King's right hand snapped off the neck of the Taoist priest in his hand, and slapped it out with a palm. His true energy exploded, turning into a gust of blood and hitting the sword-wielding Taoist head-on.

puff-

The sword-wielding Taoist was hit by the blood wind~www.wuxiahere.com~ he vomited blood and flew up, like a kite with a broken string, hitting the steps. just fainted.

"Longqiguan? But that's all, it's just the preference of the real dragon."

The Demon King hummed, his hoarse voice full of disdain.

He quickened his pace, rushing up the mountain like a ghost.

…

The door opened, Qing Ku ran in, and said in horror, "Senior brother, there are thieves who came up the mountain. Senior brother ordered you to come and help."

When Jiang Changsheng heard this, he immediately got up and walked out of the room with Qing Ku.

When he came to the courtyard, Jiang Changsheng jumped and disappeared into the night. Qing Ku was stunned in place. He gritted his teeth and hurriedly chased after him.

In front of the gate of Longqiguan, the Evil King of Ghost Eyes stopped, his hands released, and two corpses fell.

Thunder swept across the night sky, illuminating the stone steps behind him, covered with corpses, and blood flowed down the stone steps, spreading into the darkness.

Inside the gate, Meng Qiuhe stood on the bridge with his sword in hand, glared at the Demon King, and shouted in a deep voice, "Who are you, and why did you kill me, Longqiguan?"

The Evil King of Ghost Eyes grinned and said, "People who are about to die, want to pull some backs. Since Older Qingxu is not here, then you should die first!"

He rushed towards Meng Qiuhe suddenly, moving like a thunderbolt, Meng Qiuhe's expression changed, and he quickly swung his sword, slashing out sword energy, and slaying the opponent head-on.

The Evil King of Ghost Eyes slapped out a palm, the wind was domineering, and the sword qi dissipated, knocking Meng Qiuhe out, smashing through the wall of the attic at the rear, and stirring up billowing dust.

"A group of trash, I didn't expect that the last battle of this old man would be to kill a group of chickens and dogs."

The Evil King of Ghost Eyes withdrew his palms and hummed disdainfully. He walked towards Meng Qiuhe, but stopped suddenly after taking a few steps.