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

The demon way wants to open the Taoist temple?

Jiang Changsheng's eyes turned cold. He felt that someone was pushing behind him, so he immediately followed Qing Ku.

At the same time, under the mountain gate, the two disciples were confronting each other.

Daoist Qingxu, Meng Qiushuang and a group of disciples stood in front of the small bridge, and there was also a group of Taoist priests outside the mountain gate. The leader was a middle-aged Taoist priest with a thin body and a cunning face. With a goatee, he stared at the Taoist priests at Longqi Temple proudly.

This middle-aged Taoist priest is the demon Taoist who is favored by the emperor. He claims to be an old fairy Huanyang. He has more than a dozen disciples, most of whom are from the capital.

Beside him is a young man who looks sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in purple, exquisitely dressed, wearing a bead-encrusted jade crown, with a handsome face, and one can tell that he has an extraordinary background.

Daoist Qingxu said expressionlessly: "Fellow Daoist, are you really going to force Long Qiguan to death?"

Behind him were four disciples who were supported by other disciples. These four disciples were all wounded and stared at the middle-aged Taoist priest with mixed expressions of shock and anger.

The old fairy Huanyang smiled and said: "Why do you have to be forced to death, Fellow Daoist Qingxu, get out of this mountain, the disciples under your hands are too weak, the poor Taoist suspects that Fellow Daoist did not teach them seriously, neither did he have the knowledge to pass on martial arts. Heart, why occupy the mountain?"

As soon as this remark came out, his disciples shouted and shouted one after another, and each one was more ugly than the other.

"Longqi Temple should have been pulled out a long time ago, but His Majesty missed the old love."

"That's right, Long Qiguan has not made any contribution to the court, even the champion of martial arts who just took office has turned his back on Longqiguan."

"In my opinion, they are all a group of drunks and rice bags. They have no ability at all. Even His Majesty seldom comes here. Why don't our master step aside and let the real immortal master preach."

"According to the rules of the rivers and lakes, if you lose to us, you should give up, unless Longqiguan does not belong to the martial arts sect."

"It's not that His Majesty broke his promise, it's just that the view of Long Qi is too useless and should give way."

Facing the clamor, the disciples of Long Qi Temple were furious, and they fought back, and the two sides started talking.

The old fairy Huanyang raised his hand, and the disciples behind him immediately shut up.

Seeing this, Meng Qiushuang asked the younger brothers and sisters to stop, and to continue cursing would insult Long Qiguan's image.

The old fairy Huanyang smiled and said: "Fellow Daoist, do you want to make a move? If you can defeat the poor Taoist, the poor Taoist will go down the mountain immediately, but if the fellow Taoist loses, it's the rules of the world, so move on."

Daoist Qingxu sighed and was about to speak when a voice came.

"I don't know what to do if the person dies during the sparring session?"

The disciples turned their heads to look, and when they saw the person coming, they all looked excited and excited, and the elder sister Meng Qiushuang also smiled.

Jiang Changsheng strolled over, the green bitter fox behind him pretended to be a tiger, and glared at the old fairy Huanyang.

The old fairy Huanyang stared at Jiang Changsheng, and asked with a smile: "But the Changsheng Taoist who killed the ghost king at the age of fourteen? The murderous aura is really strong."

The young man in purple looked at Jiang Changsheng with a playful expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

Jiang Changsheng pressed the hilt of the Taihang Sword with his right hand, and held the unicorn whisk in his left hand. He smiled lightly and said, "The rules of the rivers and lakes, martial arts, life and death are up to you, isn't it?"

Old Immortal Huanyang's true qi was stronger than that of Guimu Xie Wang, and if these two fought to the death, Guimu Xie Wang might not lose.

However, Daoist Qingxu's true energy has been collapsing since he was poisoned, and he is no longer the opponent of the old fairy Huanyang.

Old Immortal Huanyang couldn't see through Jiang Changsheng's strength. He even thought that Jiang Changsheng was an ordinary person, but his record in killing the Ghost Eye Evil King was there.

Just when Old Immortal Huanyang was hesitating, his disciples began to instigate them. These disciples were all playboys. They worshiped him as their teacher. Apart from blind worship, some of them were arranged by the elders in the family, so they didn't care about his life or death at all.

Jiang Changsheng stared at the old fairy Huanyang jokingly, not in a hurry at all.

Now it was the turn of the old fairy Huanyang to ride the tiger.

Old Immortal Huanyang seems arrogant and conceited, but in fact he is very cautious, otherwise he would not be able to become a celebrity in front of the emperor.

"If you don't dare, then get out!"

Qing Ku couldn't help shouting and cursing, and the other disciples followed suit.

They had full confidence in Jiang Changsheng. After all, they had witnessed the mighty Ghost Eye Evil King being kicked to death by Jiang Changsheng, and their memories were still fresh.

Old Immortal Huanyang smiled and said: "The important place of the capital, how can we talk about life and death, if the poor Taoist kills the fellow Taoist, it will be difficult, that's all, come again next time."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand, ready to tell his disciples to evacuate.

Jiang Changsheng let go of the hilt of his sword with his right hand, and said with a sneer: "Dragon Qi Temple, did you come here whenever you want?"

As soon as the words fell, the Taihang sword came out of its sheath suddenly, and the sword light shone, causing everyone to close their eyes subconsciously. The same was true for the old fairy Huanyang. He then felt the sting and opened his eyes in fright.

The others only heard the sound of the blade piercing through flesh and blood. They opened their eyes and saw the old fairy Huanyang half kneeling on the ground, and Jiang Changsheng still standing there, as if he hadn't made a move, but the Taihang sword on his waist was gone. .

The disciples of Longqiguan were all dumbfounded, showing expressions of disbelief, even Taoist Master Qingxu was moved.

The sound of breaking through the air followed, and the Taihang sword passed over the head of the old fairy Huanyang, cut off a strand of long hair, and flew into the scabbard on Jiang Changsheng's waist autonomously.

Dragon rises to watch silence!

Everyone was stunned, even the young man in purple was moved and stared blankly at Jiang Changsheng.

What kind of martial art is this?

The old fairy Huanyang stared at Jiang Changsheng with wide eyes, his eyes were bloodshot, and cold sweat overflowed his forehead. Just now he felt the breath of death. This feeling reminded him of the troubled times before the founding of the Jing Dynasty. Jiang wanted to behead him. At that time, the blade was not far from the back of his neck, and the chill was exactly the same as now.

Jiang Changsheng said with a blank expression: "Don't get involved in the future."

The Taihang sword pierced through the shoulder of the old fairy Huanyang, and cut off part of his meridians, causing his true energy to collapse, and it would be difficult to recover within a year or so.

Old Immortal Huanyang gritted his teeth and said, "Help me go!"

Facing the terrifying Jiang Changsheng, he didn't even dare to say a harsh word.

The disciples hurriedly helped him down the mountain, all of them were in a panic, and all of them were frightened by Jiang Changsheng's sword control skills.

Jiang Changsheng glanced at the purple-clothed boy. There were four guards behind him. It was not easy to see his identity. His sharp gaze woke him up.

"Bold, don't be rude to His Highness the Second Highness!"

A guard shouted angrily, but his voice trembled a little.

Jiang Changsheng's fencing skills shattered his cognition.

Can martial arts still do this?

When Jiang Changsheng heard this, he cupped his fists at the purple-clothed boy and said, "Does the Second Highness want to be a guest?"

The prince who competes with the false prince for power.

Jiang Changsheng heard from the fourth prince, Jiang Yu, that the second prince, Jiang Ming, was half a year younger than the prince, and that his mother was the younger sister of Hong Lie, the number one fierce general in Dajing. An important minister can even be said to be under one person and over ten thousand people.

Hong Lie naturally supported the second prince, so the faction of the second prince is also very powerful, not weaker than the prince at all, and it is not certain who the throne will belong to in the future.

Jiang Ming stared at Jiang Changsheng with burning eyes, and said: "The Daoist Changsheng is really powerful. The swordsmanship just now is really... miraculous. Although His Highness has not been in the rivers and lakes, he can also see the power of the Daoist Changsheng. My Highness thinks I invite Daoist Changsheng to be my guest, and I will fight for an official position for you in the future, and enjoy a great salary, as long as my highness is here, I will guarantee that Taoist Changsheng will have no worries in this life, and I will try my best to satisfy you whatever you want."

As soon as these words came out, the disciples of Longqi Temple all looked at Jiang Changsheng enviously.

There was already a fourth prince who came to apprentice before, and now the second prince has also come.

The fourth prince cannot be compared with the second prince!

Jiang Changsheng smiled and said: "Thank you for your highness's appreciation. Changsheng only wants to realize Taoism in this view. My greatest pursuit is my Taoist name. The worldly glory and wealth have nothing to do with me."

Jiang Ming stepped forward, enthusiastically held Jiang Changsheng's hand, and began to say all kinds of beautiful words. His words were flattering, but his identities were different, and the effects of what he said were different.

Jiang Changsheng's polite response was not good enough to directly embarrass the second prince.

Last year's No. 1 Scholar has joined Jiang Ming. Jiang Ming has no shortage of civil servants and generals, but he lacks experts like Jiang Changsheng.

No matter what he said, Jiang Changsheng still declined. Jiang Ming regretted it, but he was not angry. Instead, he told his subordinates: "From today on, the Daoist Changsheng of Longqi Temple is my Highness's friend. Go back and tell Huanyang Old Immortal, don't come here to make trouble again, and tell the entire capital that anyone who dares to provoke Daoist Changsheng will not give me face."

"yes!"

The four guards responded immediately.

Jiang Ming smiled at Jiang Changsheng, then turned and left.

After the five people left, the disciples of Longqi Temple immediately surrounded them, all of them were extremely excited.

Daoist Qingxu didn't say much, and turned to leave.

Meng Qiushuang walked up to Jiang Changsheng and said, "Junior Brother Changsheng, you have saved the Taoist temple again."

Jiang Changsheng smiled and said: "What senior sister said, I am also a member of Longqi Temple. Compared with senior sister's usual busyness, I am nothing."

Meng Qiushuang smiled approvingly, and she was deeply moved. The little child in the past has now supported the Longqi Temple, and time is really fast.

After dealing with his fellow disciples, Jiang Changsheng quickly returned to his house.

[In the seventeenth year of Kaiyuan, the old fairy of the Yao Dao Huanyang came to attack, you repelled it, you survived the disaster, and you got the reward for survival-the spell 'Phantom Eye']

Looking at the reminder in front of him, Jiang Changsheng felt elated.

It is actually a good thing for someone to find fault, and it can make him continue to become stronger.

As his spiritual power increases and the gap between him and warriors increases, the pressure he feels is far less than before. Even if the army surrounds Long Qiguan tomorrow, he will not be afraid. Can you keep him?

After inheriting the memory of the phantom pupil, Jiang Changsheng marveled at how terrifying the phantom pupil is.

After the Phantom Eye is trained, as long as you look at someone, you can change the memory of others. This process will consume spiritual power according to the amount of information tampered with the memory. or cause backlash.

Godly skill!

But you have to practice to know how practical it is.

Jiang Changsheng became excited and began to practice the magic pupil.

In the next month, Jiang Ming sent people to come five times, each time bringing generous gifts, including food, medicinal materials, books, jade, etc., and the news spread in the capital.

Jiang Changsheng knew what Jiang Ming meant, and he could get on this boat if he didn't!

Unfortunately, he far underestimated Jiang Changsheng.

For these generous gifts, Jiang Changsheng naturally accepted them, and then donated them to the Taoist temple.

Half a month had passed since the fifth gift-giving, and Jiang Changsheng got a shocking news.

Jiang Ming was assassinated and seriously injured!