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

Chen Li only brought some gifts for his visit this time, and left after chatting with Jiang Changsheng for two hours. He was already working in the capital, so it was not easy to find time to visit him.

During the period, Chen Li also asked him about his martial arts recently. He kept a low profile, saying that he was still improving, but did not say how strong he was.

He couldn't guarantee that Chen Li was not an enemy, so he was very careful when communicating.

Half a month after Chen Li left, the new year came.

Jingchao also has New Year's ceremony, which heralds the change of old and new.

Longqi Temple is a place for cultivating Taoism, and the New Year is not very lively.

After the New Year, Meng Qiuhe returned with his disciples. There were sixteen people when he went, and twenty people when he came back. Among them were three infants and five scruffy teenagers. In other words, he lost four disciples.

Qing Ku also had a broken arm, and he was no longer as lively as before. Jiang Changsheng was shocked when he saw him, and asked with concern, but Qing Ku smiled freely, and calmly recounted his encounters in the rivers and lakes.

"Brother, you are still right. The mountain is not as good as the mountain. There is no war, but there are people who are unpredictable."

Qing Ku sighed, Jiang Changsheng couldn't comfort him, so he could only pat him on the shoulder.

The next day, Qing Ku was practicing martial arts in the courtyard early in the morning. The disciples in the same courtyard had already known what had happened to him, and they didn't bother him. After Jiang Changsheng rang the bell, he practiced beside him.

He is used to practicing alone, which makes him feel safe.

The return of this group of disciples shocked Long Qiguan for a long time, because even the second senior brother was injured, and the world was dangerous, far beyond their imagination.

It took a full month before the topic of Jianghu under the mountain completely disappeared, and Longqi Temple also became lively, because there were eight new disciples and three children, which made the disciples often circle around them.

Jiang Changsheng has completely mastered Vajra Howl and Qi Finger, and is concentrating on Taoism and natural skills.

Martial arts focus on internal strength, and the internal strength is strong, so it is easy to practice outer martial arts, and Jiang Changsheng practiced the cultivation method of immortality!

Jiang Changsheng's senses are already extremely powerful. He has felt that the true qi of the three disciples is far less than half of his. Even Daoist Qingxu's true qi is only about the same as his. difference.

He is not arrogant, genuine energy is only one aspect, and other factors must be considered for strength, not to mention that his body is still in the growth stage.

Chen Li maintained the frequency of once every six months. Every time he saw him, Jiang Changsheng could feel his exhaustion. Zhuangyuanlang, who used to be a high-spirited and instructing murderer, also became a heavy and tired official.

The emperor's pursuit of immortality became more and more serious. He often got angry in the court, and officials were dismissed every now and then, which made the courtiers feel turbulent.

Time flies by.

Kaiyuan fourteen years.

Fourteen-year-old Jiang Changsheng is almost 1.7 meters tall. He has a handsome face. His long hair is casually tied behind his head with a straw rope, revealing his forehead, temples and shoulders. He secretly agrees, but he is only obsessed with practicing martial arts.

According to the Taoist regulations of Longqi Temple, if one wants to start a family, one has to leave the temple and go down the mountain.

This year, summer.

On the bell tower, Chen Li sat on the ground, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a worried face, "Changsheng, aren't you hot? Why don't you escape the heat in the house?"

Jiang Changsheng meditated on the guardrail, looking like he might fall at any moment, but he was as stable as Mount Tai. He closed his eyes and replied, "It's natural to be calm when the mind is calm."

"You are more and more like Daoist Qingxu."

Chen Li sighed with emotion, and then began to complain: "Your Majesty is getting more and more stupid. He even asked people to dig a canal, running from the north to the south, and reaching the sea. This is not something that can be done in ten or twenty years. I heard that He just wants to facilitate the delivery of pills, it's ridiculous, it's outrageous!"

Jiang Changsheng opened his eyes with a strange expression.

canal?

Isn't this Yang Guang's operation in Huaxia history?

The more Chen Li talked, the more indignant he became. The construction of the canal required too much manpower, material and financial resources.

"If this continues, we will have to fight again and attack other neighboring dynasties. Alas, the prosperity will be over."

Chen Li said with a face of concern for the country and the people, and Jiang Changsheng couldn't comfort him about this.

Judging from this posture, if Jing Chao is really in chaos, Longqi Temple will not be safe.

Jiang Changsheng felt a sense of urgency in his heart. Although his zhenqi was far superior to Taoist Qingxu, he had many enemies.

You must seize the time to practice the fourth level of Taoism Natural Kung Fu!

Chen Li said for an hour and then left, he couldn't take it anymore, he was about to faint from the heat.

Jiang Changsheng watched him go, and found that Chen Li was starting to hunch back.

What a waste of time.

Although Jiang Changsheng is fourteen years old, his past life and present life together are over forty years old, and he has always been sensitive to the passage of time.

His body was in his youth, so he felt a feeling of one day on the mountain and one year down the mountain.

a month later.

Senior brother Li Changqing approached Jiang Changsheng and asked him if he would like to go down the mountain to practice.

Jiang Changsheng directly refused.

Killing game again?

Li Changqing left disappointed, after all the matter of going down the mountain cannot be forced.

Three days later, Li Changqing brought fifteen disciples down the mountain, and the youngest of these disciples was thirteen years old.

Jiang Changsheng has been waiting for a prompt.

as predicted.

At noon the next day, a line of words jumped out before his eyes:

[In the fourteenth year of Kaiyuan, the spies persuaded the elder brother to lure you down the mountain, but you refused, thus avoiding a murder and getting the reward for survival—miscellaneous art 'Saiyu Calligraphy']

calligraphy?

Jiang Changsheng was disappointed, it seems that the size of the disaster will also determine the size of the reward.

In his spare time, he has completely mastered the alchemy technique he obtained before, but unfortunately he does not have a medicine cauldron to refine it.

Calligraphy is not bad, Longqi Temple has always had dignitaries and guests come to recite poems and have fun, and most of the temples are the Four Treasures of the Study, which are all given by the guests.

It's also good to cultivate one's sentiments when you have nothing to do.

After all, life here is really boring except for practicing.

Jiang Changsheng needed pens, ink and paper that day, and practiced calligraphy in the house. While practicing calligraphy, he thought about spies.

This is the second time. There is a way to find the spies. After all, Jiang Changsheng came down from the mountain twice. He only needs to ask the senior brother and the second senior brother to compare them.

At night, Qing Ku went back to the house. He had just finished washing his feet. He sat on the bed and wiped his feet with a cloth, and said, "Senior Brother Changsheng, His Majesty the Emperor will come to Longqi Temple tomorrow. Do you want to go and see it? , It’s hard to see in a lifetime.”

Hearing this, Jiang Changsheng's right hand shook slightly, and he asked calmly: "What's so interesting about the emperor, does he have one more mouth than us?"

Qing smiled wryly and said, "Don't say that, be careful not to be spread, since you don't want to go, then don't go."

Jiang Changsheng raised his hand, admired his writing, and said with a smile: "It's not that I won't go, anyway, I have nothing to do."

There are three words written on the white paper.

Not a gentleman!

...

At noon the next day, Jiang Changsheng was walking on the stone path between the courtyards. He had just finished practicing the exercises and was going to visit his father.

Hundreds of feet away, he had already heard the discussions of fellow disciples.

"Is that the emperor? You are so wise and mighty!"

"Yes, it is said that the emperor has cultivated the spirit of a real dragon, like a dragon alive."

"I'm curious if the emperor has found the elixir."

"Don't talk nonsense, if you are heard, you will be beheaded."

The closer Jiang Changsheng was to Mingxin Hall, the less he heard. He soon heard the conversation between Emperor Jiang Yuan and Daoist Qingxu.

When the two were recalling the glorious years, most of them were Jiang Yuan talking, most of them were emotion, Taoist Master Qingxu agreed, the clouds were calm and the wind was light.

Outside the courtyard near the Mingxin Hall, there are guards in golden armor strictly guarding it, and idlers are not allowed to approach it.

Meng Qiuhe and a group of disciples were waiting on the emperor's only way. This is a small stream that runs through Longqi Mountain. There is a small bridge across it. The flowers and plants on both sides of the stream are very dense. A group of people are standing next to the small bridge. There were more than a dozen people in the stone pavilion, so crowded that the small pavilion couldn't even stand up.

Meng Qiuhe was bragging about what he had seen and heard during the last training session. Seeing Jiang Changsheng approaching, his eyes lit up, and he said, "A rare visitor, Junior Brother Jiang, why are you here? Come in quickly, and give up your seats."

The three sitting disciples got up quickly, and the other standing disciples also moved out of the way.

Jiang Changsheng is the only disciple of Daoist Qingxu who said that he can practice freely and does not need to listen to the Tao. His special status, coupled with his usual solitude, makes the disciples feel a sense of distance from him and dare not easily offend him.

Jiang Changsheng entered the pavilion and sat down, and asked with a smile, "Second Senior Brother, why do you have the time to tell stories?"

The three big disciples of Longqiguan are all martial idiots, the big brother Li Changqing has excellent talent, while Meng Qiuhe has average talent, but relying on his hard work to make up for his weakness, he also has victories in the competition with Li Changqing.

Meng Qiuhe said with a smile: "Naturally, I came to see the aura of a real dragon. It is rumored that the Holy One is like a dragon, so how can we not worship?"

The word thanks is a bit level.

Jiang Changsheng started chatting with his fellow apprentices, and all the disciples felt fresh about his arrival, especially Meng Qiuhe.

Meng Qiuhe was very curious about Jiang Changsheng's current strength. He had approached Jiang Changsheng last year and proposed the idea of ​​a duel, but Jiang Changsheng directly conceded defeat, saying that he was not qualified enough, and as a senior brother, he could not force the fight, so he had to give up.

After half an hour.

A group of golden-armored imperial guards approached, Taoist Master Qingxu and Jiang Yuan appeared in the sight of all the disciples, and the disciples walked out of the stone pavilion one after another, kneeling and saluting, Jiang Changsheng did the same, bowing to his biological father, there was nothing wrong with it OK.

When Jiang Yuan approached, Jiang Changsheng couldn't help but raise his head, and he happened to meet Jiang Yuan's eyes.

Jiang Yuan was wearing a gold-bottomed dragon robe and a light imperial crown on his head. His face was majestic, and his temples were already graying. He happened to be walking, his eyes drooped, and he just met Jiang Changsheng's raised eyes. Jiang Changsheng froze and quickly lowered his head.

He had fantasized about meeting Jiang Yuan countless times, and even thought of a direct showdown, but how to convince Jiang Yuan?

There are no witnesses.

Daoist Qingxu just happened to save him outside the palace.

"The little Taoist priest looked up."

Just when Jiang Changsheng was in a state of confusion, Jiang Yuan's voice came, but he didn't look up, thinking that Jiang Yuan was calling other disciples.

Daoist Qingxu's voice sounded: "Changsheng, His Majesty is calling you."

Jiang Changsheng raised his head subconsciously, and met Jiang Yuan's gaze again. He did not hide his nervousness, seeing that the emperor was not nervous, but there was something wrong with him.

He noticed an old eunuch behind Jiang Yuan, with his head bowed and his back bent, his body bones were extremely weak, as if half of his body had been buried in the ground.

What a powerful zhenqi, stronger than Daoist Qingxu!

Jiang Changsheng remembered him, it was this old dog who brought him out of the palace, but it was not this old dog who fought against Daoist Qingxu, he was changed hands by many people on the way.

Jiang Changsheng didn't pay much attention to the old eunuch, but lowered his eyes and said, "Meet Your Majesty."

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