Having just become a fairy god, my descendants may come out

【 Kaiyuan one year, your father Jiang Uyen founded the country, the national title, the year you were born you were made the Crown Prince, how can I be taken away, lucky to be saved by the high man, escape through the first life, you reap the reward of survival —— the cultivation of the Dharma of Nature Gong 】

【 Kai Yuan for two years, you were taken to Long Kai by Senior Master Qingyuan, randomly met The Great Brother who practiced martial arts, was beaten to death, fortunately saved by Second Brother, escaped through the first life, you harvested the reward of survival —— martial arts God Image rot 】

【 Kaiyuan four years, Jingcheng welcomed seismicity, Long Kai collapsed, you were almost beaten to death by the rafters, lucky to be saved by Big Brother, escaped through the first life, you harvested the reward of survival —— martial arts Nine Heavenly Dragon Ministry 】

【 Kaiyuan five years, heavenly han, flu four turbulent Jingcheng, you are unfortunately infected, lucky to be collected herbs by the Three Masters billion, escape through the most life, you harvest the reward of survival —— xuanyuan medicine 】

【 Kai Yuan for six years, the general Cao Tiger Leopard was suppressed, evaded Long Khoi, was met by you, Cao Tiger Leopard came to you, fortunately saved by master, escaped through the most life, you harvested survival rewarded —— magic Unicorn flying 】

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In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight continuously broke Qingshan, the dark destroyer, shining on a building of the highest floors above, an ancient Dong Chung building suspended in the sky, next to which a taoist juvenile was looking up.

It was the twelve-year-old Jiang Changsheng, every early morning ringing the bell before, he would watch the previous half of his life go through, come for himself to be mentally.

A night of martial arts training made him tired, fortunately his duties were very simple, and every day he was on time to ring the bell, reminding the high priest to get out of bed and whisper, from the age of six to pick up this task, he did not meet again, The days of becoming leisurely, regardless of whether he has obtained the exercises, martial arts, medicine, he will not be interesting.

Jiang Changsheng’s survival system came from his previous life, in his previous life he was a member invention research game name, he explored a game, the main trick is If you can be eternal, how long can you live in the Tu Tien Realm .

The player’s life expectancy is infinite, but he will be killed, on the path of cultivation, he encounters all kinds of difficulties, or, Jiang Changsheng himself tries it, lives a maximum of more than a thousand years old, very provocative.

This game is not a simple choice of game, it needs technical reality, exploration, although hiding in one place, can also be a natural disaster, in short, a sentence, human life is difficult to understand.

The game went up in a short time, because watching the behind-the-scenes data was too emotional, the long time of staying up at night Jiang Changsheng suddenly died at the computer, followed by reincarnation at this one.

In this life, he did not dare to promise for himself whether or not he was Immortal, it took decades to know, before that, he wanted to rely on survival to be strong and powerful enough to face human tribulations.

The Heavenly Dao Sect was stuck at the second level, but the Divine Image and the Nine Heavenly Dragon Ministry were completely in control, Xuan Thu said that the profound cannon, he had not memorized the content, he had not yet used it, to the extent that the magic qi, he had not even cultivated the spirit power, lawless to use, this treasure kept in his head deeply, treated him to cultivate to the fourth-level Natural Dao, cultivated the spirit power that could be held, now in his body there is only true qi, the foot qi is capable of making martial arts even more powerful.

The sunlight flickered on his body, Jiang Changsheng yawned, his hands on the side hung wooden stakes, and began to ring the bell.

East ——

The ringing of bells in the middle mountain range, long standing, as if urging the roving moon, in coordination with the middle of the blue heaven, clearly revealed the good calm moon that suited the air.

Knocking once, stopping five breaths of time, then typing ten times, Jiang Changsheng just let go.

“It’s starting again today.”

Jiang Changsheng quietly began to go downstairs, he was dressed in a blue robe, under the sun shining the bodice fluttering in the wind, there was a special aura.

As soon as he came downstairs, a fifteen-sixteen-year-old Taoist ran over, stopped in front of him with his mouth open, his head was full of sweat, and he said in a low voice: “Senior Brother, big things are not good . . . Last night there was a guest who died in the inner hall, and your master sent you to go to the Mingyuan Palace. . . .”

Dead people?

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Jiang Changsheng frowned, he knew that there had been a tribune who had come here as a guest recently, he didn’t think about dying, watching this brother pose, the person who died was not low.

He used to quietly practice martial arts every night, Long Xiu was not small, last night he really did not detect anomalies.

He didn’t think much either, following his brother to the Heart Palace.

“Longevity Master, you don’t know, the other Poinsettia is too powerful, relying only on the body to consider the time of death, the cause of death along with the death before the death movement . . .”

“The dead man is the Ministry of Officials, hearing that the power is not small, there are people who dare to be in the capital to like bureaucrats, it is really not normal . . .”

Listening to him, Jiang Changsheng rolled his eyes slightly.

Isn’t this normal?

I could be the First Crown Prince, his mother was also swapped by the person, the most important thing is that it was undetected, the other fake is now sitting tall Crown Prince sitting above, the heir.

Is it unconventional?

Jiang Changsheng sighed in his heart.

This is the same kind of ancient Huaxia in the other world, Jiang Changsheng in the womb can hear the sound outside, this world is still Chinese, knowing that he was born in the imperial family, he is very moved, moreover, he is the beginning of the country, As his father and his mother said, the form inside him was the crown prince at the time, he felt that this life wanted to peak.

His mother and father were husband and wife, and the father followed the wild lawn, went through trouble, turned the world, established the new dynasty, in such a context, he just needs to register, he can have a lifetime.

Unfortunately, heaven is not pleasing to people, the wicked are angry!

Passing by, Jiang Changsheng didn’t think much anymore, he took the name Longevity, enough to see that he was currently willing.

Half a year later, Jiang Changsheng followed him into the Ming Tam Hall first, the Ming Tam Palace was not too big, in the pavilion gathered to watch the inner disciples, more than a hundred people brought this place to surround the ants, the door of the palace was also waiting for the group of slaves, there were up to two and thirty people.

Seeing Jiang Changsheng coming here, the disciples rushed to the eye level, he although in Long Kai inside was very low, but the general he had a feeling was not low.

“Master, come in, master find you.”

A female disciple opened his mouth and said, Long Kai is not a traditional Daoist, more like a Gypsy Sect, there are men and women.

Jiang Changsheng nodded and walked into the hall.

He glanced and saw that lying on the ground covered with white cloth, on the right side stood Chief Qingyi with three great disciples, on the left was the guest Long Xiu six guests, standing in front of him was a student dressed in male clothes, also Jiang Changsheng on the way heard about Poinsettia, Chen Le.

As soon as he entered the hall, Chen Xi was evaluating him.

Jiang Changsheng walked into the Chief Daoist in front of him, stooped to perform the ceremony, and said: “Master.”

The Chief Qingxue was when he was a child who saved him, he was very respectful, don’t look at Qing Ning the Chief Daoist is serious, but the inside is not much, the whole senior is his disciple, the disciple in the middle has no background, staying together is very harmonious.

Qing Chen held Chen’s hand, his hair was white, and he nodded slightly, and said: “Longevity, where did you go with Master Chen last night?”

Jiang Changsheng turned to look at Chen Li, and said, “I went to do the exercises last night, and the same master and master knew that I had this habit.”

How could he hide for six years, from the age of six to practice martial arts, that year at the end of the year he was met by Qing Ning dao chief, he only said that he was enlightened, on the contrary, when the technique did not match, Qing Ning dao chief did not think much, and just said a few sentences, after a few years, Big Brother, Second Brother, Three Masters also found out about this one after another, even though he did not reveal this to other disciples late at night – even though he practiced martial arts late at night.

In the eyes of ordinary disciples, Jiang Changsheng was nothing more than a fellow low-ranking man.

At the three great disciples in his eyes, he was a talented martial artist, and at a young age, he could create martial arts on his own.

Senior Brother Li Changsheng, who had created himself through a kind of power, was now popular for young disciples to study.

Chen Xi asked, “Where is the little dao leader doing the exercises?”

Jiang Changsheng replied: “Dao Chung a long time ago, I used to practice through the exercises for a long time to ring the bell, during the day touched . . . Listen to the Dharma.”

He was very natural, not urgent, on the contrary, he was not the one he killed, but he basically did not know the dead.

Chen Xiang next to a middle-aged man opened his mouth and said: “I see the soft-skinned little brother, the glossy hands are not picky, unlike the martial practitioner, I don’t know what the little brother training is?”

The powerful aura that threatened people, falling on Jiang Changsheng in his ears was a little jarring.

Chen Xi smiled and said: “Little Daoist, don’t pay attention, we have eliminated a timer, besides me, you have proven themselves pure, they are all mortals, do not understand martial arts, can only follow the inner court to search, of course, we do not have to doubt you, it’s also possible that there are people who are disciples.”

Solution?

Jiang Changsheng from small to large did not leave through the Imperial City, and at the end of the day, he did not leave through the dao, so it was not clear what level the translation realm reached.

He replied, “Practice is internal.”

He is a six-year-old disciple, can take his own name, also study Long Khoi internally in the law, Jiang Changsheng pretends to study, the practice is the cultivation of the Natural Dao of Gong.

Is it possible to cultivate, why cultivate martial arts?

The reason for speaking internally, is because his martial arts are all walking, one-tenth of the dead are dying at this martial arts below, so how about fighting?

Chen Xiang’s eyes lit up and asked: “Hearing that Long Xiu is interested in the True Heart Sutra of Martial Lin, his majesty’s emperor is still weak, Qingyue used the True Heart Sutra a person who is enough to hold the position, save his majesty’s emperor at the moment, Chan Tam sutra once he stops moving, the two pupils will become bright anomalies, as in the dark night Mingzhou, the little dao leader who practiced the exercises for a few years, has also taken off, don’t know if they can manifest?”

Brother Meng Shuhe smiled and said: “I this monk is unparalleled, the inner work has naturally taken off, perhaps even the little city, Longevity, let them expose a little.”

Jiang Changsheng was confused.

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He basically didn’t have the True Heart Sutra practice, whoever said Qing Chen would not check the disciples practicing the situation.

Is the Heart Sutra still specific?

How can we not know?

Jiang Changsheng began to head to the whirlwind.

Hearing that Meng Shuhe, in addition to the hall of disciples discussing loudly, can be praised by Second Brother, is Jiang Changsheng really a martial arts master?

In everyone’s eyes, Jiang Changsheng could only be frank: “It’s a mistake, I’m not practicing the True Heart Sutra, I like to create martial arts myself, in front of my eyes, I’m still exploring inside, to the point of martial arts . . .”

Chen Xi interrupted and said, “You fit to cultivate, right?”

Jiang Changsheng was stunned, looking at Chen Chen in amazement.

Chen Xi stooped, raised his father’s hand, only saw that the dead man was a man, strong and healthy youth, on his fingers, there was also a jade qi, clearly stating that it was not robbery, it was just revenge.

Chen Xi pulled him out of his chest, his chest bones collapsed, his injuries were a little long, and he was kicked by the floor people.

Such a coincidence?

Jiang Changsheng finally realized, himself, calm for six years, bad luck is still coming.

The dead man was related to the mandarin, once he was taken out, the Chief Daoist could not protect him, so the trouble was great.

In the past, Qing Ning dao chief saved him, the others had also met through Qing Ning dao chief, making it clear that the others knew where he was.

Jiang Changsheng was taken away by the other man, and at the same time, he also heard that his identity, the martial arts gods all had, even related to the great meritorious human dynasty, this was a very deep water battle of secret plots, they were definitely waiting for Jiang Changsheng to leave.

Qing Wuxian because he had previously saved emperor Jiang Yan, was rewarded by the emperor, so Long Kai was in the only capital of the martial arts sect, and the army could not enter on its own.

“Little Daoist, why don’t you talk, is it you?” Chen Xiang’s bright eyes stared at Jiang Changsheng and said.

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The spirit was depleted. The old era collapsed, leading to the demise of the prophet. Humans must adapt to a world without spirits.

From there the age of magic was born. The old era is hidden by the heads.

Then one day, the spirit spirit restored, the old era ruins with tens of thousands of years buried underground began to appear.

Is the Magician or The New Prophet the master of the new age?

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