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

The fourth prince, Jiang Yu.

Jiang Changsheng knew him. He learned from Chen Li that Jiang Yu was his biological younger brother, born of the same father and mother. It is said that the birth of Jiang Yu made the empress no longer mad.

Hearing that the emperor instructed Jiang Yu to come here, Jiang Changsheng's imagination ran wild.

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

Jiang Changsheng didn't want to ask about this directly, but instead asked, "You want to ask me to practice martial arts?"

Jiang Yu excitedly said: "That's right, Father said that you are only two years older than me, but you have already surpassed the first-class realm. You can be my master. I will satisfy you whatever you want, gold, silver, treasures, rare treasures." Yibao, just say it."

Jiang Changsheng thought about it, with the relationship of the prince, at least he won't be so passive in the future, he doesn't need to hide at all, after all his enemies know he is here.

"Since it is His Majesty's order, I naturally cannot refuse it. It is also my honor to be able to teach His Highness martial arts, but let me say first, the martial arts I teach are all created by myself, not the martial arts of Long Qiguan."

Jiang Changsheng said seriously, Jiang Yu was overjoyed and was about to kneel down and kowtow immediately, the two guards turned pale with fright, but fortunately Jiang Changsheng helped Jiang Yu in time.

This kid is really reckless...

Asking the prince to kowtow is a crime of beheading!

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

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

He couldn't wait to urge him: "Brother Changsheng, teach me quickly. My goal is to acquire a whole body of Unrivaled Martial Arts, to open up the territory for me, to clear up the wilderness. I just turned twelve years old a few days ago. The emperor does not allow me to practice martial arts before the age of twelve, but you are the first person to teach me martial arts."

Jiang Changsheng thought about it, and decided to teach Jiang Yu the Shenying legs.

Shenying Kick is the first martial art he has learned. It is so powerful that one leg can break bones.

Jiang Changsheng began to teach the cultivation method of Shenying legs, and the two guards avoided suspicion, retreated outside the room door, and closed the door behind them.

Jiang Yu listened very carefully.

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

Qing Ku went back to the room and asked excitedly: "Brother, are you the master of the prince now?"

Jiang Changsheng shook his head and said with a smile: "It's just teaching His Highness martial arts, how can he be a master, don't talk nonsense."

Qing Ku didn't take it seriously: "That's also very strong. From now on, the prince will be your backer. I traveled the rivers and lakes before and found that this world is a world of human feelings. If you do the same thing with different identities and relationships, the results will be completely different."

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

Jiang Changsheng has always been curious about what he went through, but he never said anything.

The house fell into silence.

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

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

Jiang Changsheng's cultivation base of the third level of Dao Fa Natural Kungfu is enough to be arrogant. For the time being, he has not met anyone with more true energy than him, but he is not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, he can't relax.

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

...

As dusk fell, dark clouds shrouded the bustling capital city, and a drizzle fell.

Vendors on both sides of the street began to close their stalls one after another, and the rolling Zhulou was covered with a layer of mist, and the whole city became foggy.

In the western part of the capital city, in front of the gate of the Heavenly Prison.

Zhang Tianren, who was dressed in armor, frowned and looked at the sky, his brows were full of worry.

A middle-aged general next to him patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Young man, don't be so preoccupied all the time. The boss has already reported your roster. You can take part in the martial arts examination next year."

Zhang Tianren has just turned eighteen this year. His mother was pregnant with him when he was imprisoned. After giving birth to him, he was beheaded. He was brought up by the prison guards. The older generation of guards regarded him as their own son. He passed on various martial arts to him, and he really lived up to his spirit and made meritorious deeds many times.

Zhang Tianren withdrew his gaze, shook his head and said, "I always feel that something will happen to the prison."

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

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

In the capital, the prison is the safest place, and their responsibilities are very simple. They enjoy their current life very much, not tired, but their salary is high.

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

Since the establishment of the country in Dajing, although there have been several rebellions in the capital, the sky prison is always the most stable.

The night gradually fell, the rain stopped, and the trees next to the dungeon dripped raindrops, causing ripples in the potholes on the ground.

Zhang Tianren was chatting with his brothers about what to have for dinner when he suddenly heard a melodious flute sound.

He raised his eyes and saw that the attics on both sides of the street in front of the prison gate were closed, and there was no one in sight.

"what sound?"

"Didn't you see anyone?"

"Why didn't I hear it?"

"You went to the Fragrance Building two years ago and were discovered by your wicked mother-in-law, who slapped your ears so badly that you couldn't hear them, of course."

The guards were discussing, the middle-aged general's face changed drastically, and he exclaimed: "No! Cover your ears!"

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

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

"Someone wants to rob prison?"

Such a thought popped up in Zhang Tianren's mind, just as he was about to speak, the ground trembled.

Rumble——

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

There was a loud noise, the prison door exploded, the heavy prison door was blasted into countless wooden thorns, Zhang Tianren's cheek was scratched, and his eyes widened.

A figure stepped out of the dungeon, wearing worn-out prison clothes, with iron chains wrapped around his hands and feet, disheveled hair, his back bent, panting heavily.

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.

Guimu Xiewang stepped forward, the iron chains on his feet were still strangling a jailer's neck, dragging his body out of the darkness, the jailer was still alive, his eyes were bulging, his face was flushed, He grabbed the chain with both hands, trying to break free.

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

Guimu Xiewang rushed in front of him, locked his neck with his right hand, and threw him on the ground angrily, causing the ground to be smashed with broken stones.

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

Guimu Xiewang grinned ferociously, like an evil ghost in the world.

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

Hearing this, Guimu Xiewang stopped, jumped several feet high, dragged the chained jailer into the woods, and quickly disappeared.

A large number of jailers ran out from the cell door, most of them were injured, the middle-aged general ran to Zhang Tianren to check his injuries.

Zhang Tianren stared at the direction where Guimu Xiewang disappeared, feeling full of frustration in his heart. He thought he was strong enough, but he didn't expect to be defeated by the opponent in just one face-to-face encounter.

...

Inside the house, oil lamps flickered.

Jiang Changsheng was meditating and doing exercises when he suddenly felt restless, feeling that something was going to happen.

He opened his eyes and thought to himself: "If there is no frog crowing tonight, there must be murderous intent."

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

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

After a stick of incense time.

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

The enemy won't break in by force, right?

Jiang Changsheng frowned and thought, no matter what, this is also the capital, and it is also a Taoist temple hand-picked by the emperor. If there is a big trouble, the emperor will definitely track him down.

at the same time.

On the mountain road halfway up the mountain, Guimu Xiewang walked on the stone steps, holding a Taoist priest's neck with each hand, and the jailer dragged by the iron chain behind him was covered in blood and was no longer human.

Under the moonlit night, thunderclouds gathered suddenly, and a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, turning the capital into daylight, and the face of Ghost Eye Evil King was illuminated in an instant, so ferocious and terrifying.

"Bold! How dare you forcibly break into the Longqi Temple!"

A Taoist priest shouted angrily from above, and a Taoist priest raised his sword to kill him. He jumped up and stabbed with his sword. The blade pierced the night sky, and a cold light burst out.

Guimu Xiewang's right hand cut off the Taoist priest's neck in his hand, followed by a slap, his true energy exploded, turned into a gust of blood and hit the Taoist priest head-on.

puff--

The swordsman was hit by the bloody wind, he vomited blood and flew up, like a kite with a broken string, hitting the steps, he clutched his chest, trying to stand up, but he fainted when he tilted his head due to qi and blood.

"Dragon Rising View? But that's all, it's just the favor of the real dragon."

Guimu Xiewang snorted, his hoarse voice was full of disdain.

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

...

The door opened, and Qing Ku ran in, terrified: "Senior brother, there are thieves coming up the mountain, and senior brother ordered you to go to support."

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 froze in place. He gritted his teeth and hurriedly chased after him.

In front of the gate of Longqiguan, Guimu Xiewang stopped, he let go of his hands, and two corpses fell down.

Thunder flashed 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 small bridge with a sword in his hand, glaring at the Ghost Eye Evil King, he shouted in a deep voice, "Who are you, and why did you slaughter me, Longqiguan?"

Guimu Xiewang grinned and said: "Those who are about to die, who want to give some support, since old man Qingxu is not here, then you all die first!"

He rushed towards Meng Qiuhe violently, like thunder, Meng Qiuhe's expression changed, and he swung his sword quickly, slashing out sword qi, and charged at the opponent head-on.

Guimu Xiewang slapped out with a palm, the palm wind was domineering, and the sword energy was scattered, and Meng Qiuhe was sent flying, smashing through the wall of the attic behind, setting off billows of dust.

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

Guimu Xiewang withdrew his palm and snorted disdainfully. He walked towards Meng Qiuhe, but stopped suddenly after walking a few steps.

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