MTL - I Just Became An Immortal, My Descendants Beg Me To Come Out of the Mountain-Chapter 4 Come back to kill the game, see the real dragon for the first time

Chen Li only brought some gifts for this visit. After chatting with Jiang Changsheng for two hours, he left. 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 how his martial arts were recently. He kept a low profile and said that he was still making progress, but he did not specify how strong it 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.

The Jing Dynasty also has a New Year's ceremony, which heralds the alternation of the old and the new.

Longqiguan is a way of cultivating Taoism, and the New Year is not very lively.

After the New Year, Meng Qiuhe returned with his disciples. There were 16 people when they left, and 20 people when they returned. Among them, there were three infants and five sloppy teenagers, which means that four disciples were lost.

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

"Senior 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 practiced martial arts in the courtyard early in the morning. The disciples in the same courtyard also knew what happened to him and did not disturb him. After Jiang Changsheng rang the tower bell, he practiced next to him.

He is used to practicing alone, which gives him a sense of security.

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

In the past month, the topic of the rivers and lakes under the mountain completely disappeared, and Long Qiguan also became angry, because there were eight new disciples and three young children, which made the disciples often turn around them.

Jiang Changsheng has completely mastered the Vajra Whistle and Qi Fingers, and concentrates on the Dao Fa Natural Gong.

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

Jiang Changsheng's senses are already extremely powerful. He has felt that the true qi of the three eldest disciples is far less than half of his. Even Daoist Qingxu's true qi is only similar to his, which is enough to see the cultivation of immortals and martial arts. difference.

He is not arrogant, infuriating is only one aspect, strength has to refer to other factors, not to mention 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. Zhuangyuan Lang, who used to be high-spirited and pointed at the murderer, became a heavy and tired official.

The emperor's pursuit of immortality became more and more serious. He was often angry in the court, and officials were dismissed at every turn, causing the court officials to be in turmoil.

Time flies.

The fourteenth year of Kaiyuan.

Fourteen-year-old Jiang Changsheng is almost 1.7 meters tall, with a handsome face, and his long hair is tied behind his head with straw ropes, showing his forehead, temples and shoulders. He secretly promised, but he was only obsessed with practicing.

Longqiguan Taoism, if you want to start a family, you have 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, his face full of anxiety, and said, "Changsheng, aren't you hot, why don't you escape the heat in the house?"

Jiang Changsheng meditated on the guardrail and seemed to fall off at any time, but he was as steady as a mountain. He closed his eyes and replied, "A calm mind will naturally cool down."

"You, you, you are becoming more and more like Daoist Qingxu."

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

Jiang Changsheng opened his eyes and looked strange.

canal?

Isn't this what Yang Guang did in Chinese history?

The more Chen Li spoke, the more indignant he became. Building the canal would require too much human, material and financial resources. Not to mention that the treasury was tense, the people would not be able to survive.

"If this goes on like this, we will have to fight again and attack other surrounding dynasties. Alas, the prosperity will be over."

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

Looking at this situation, if Jing Chao is really in chaos, Long Qi Guan is not safe.

Jiang Changsheng felt a sense of urgency in his heart. Although his infuriating qi had far surpassed that of the Daoist Qingxu, he had many enemies.

We must seize the time to practice the fourth level of Dao Fa Natural Skills!

Chen Li left after an hour. He couldn't bear it anymore, and he was about to faint from the heat.

Jiang Changsheng watched him leave, and found that Chen Li was beginning to hunch over.

What a waste of time.

Although Jiang Changsheng was fourteen years old, he was over forty years old in his past and present lives, and he was always 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 off the mountain.

a month later.

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

Jiang Changsheng directly refused.

Killing is coming again?

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

Three days later, Li Changqing descended the mountain with fifteen disciples, the youngest of whom were thirteen years old.

Jiang Changsheng has been waiting for the prompt.

as predicted.

At noon the next day, a line of words popped out in front of him:

[In the fourteenth year of Kaiyuan, the spy persuaded the senior brother to lead you down the mountain, but you refused, thus avoiding a murder and obtaining a survival reward - Zashu'sun calligraphy']

calligraphy?

Jiang Changsheng was disappointed, it seemed that the size of the disaster would also determine the size of the reward.

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

Calligraphy is not bad. Longqiguan has always been visited by dignitaries and distinguished guests to sing poetry and make music. Most of the four treasures of the study are in the hall, which are all presented by the guests.

It's also good to cultivate sentiment when there is nothing.

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

Jiang Changsheng wanted to come with pen, 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 spy. After all, he said twice to let Jiang Changsheng go down the mountain. He only needs to ask the senior and second senior brothers to compare them.

At night, Qing Ku returned 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, tomorrow, His Majesty the Emperor will come to Longqiguan, do you want to see it? , rare in a lifetime.”

Hearing this, Jiang Changsheng's right hand trembled slightly, and he asked calmly, "What's so beautiful about the emperor, does he have more mouths than us?"

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

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

Three words were 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 about to visit his father.

A hundred meters away, he had already heard the discussions of his fellow disciples.

"Is that the emperor, really wise and martial!"

"Yeah, 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 hear it, you will be beheaded."

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

The two were reminiscing about the prosperous years, and most of them were Jiang Yuan talking, mostly with emotion.

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

Meng Qiuhe and a group of disciples were waiting on the emperor's only road. This is a small stream that runs through Longqi Mountain and is crossed by a small bridge. In the stone pavilion, there were more than a dozen people, so crowded that the pavilion could not stand.

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

The three sitting disciples got up quickly, and the other standing disciples also let the way.

Jiang Changsheng was the only disciple who had said that Daoist Qingxu could practice freely and did not need to listen to the Dao. He had a special status, and he usually traveled alone, which made the disciples feel very distant from him and did not dare to offend him easily.

Jiang Changsheng sat down in the pavilion and asked with a smile, "Why does the second senior brother have the leisure to tell stories?"

The three eldest disciples of Long Qiguan are all martial idiots, the elder brother Li Changqing is excellent in talent, and Meng Qiuhe is average in talent, but he can make up for his own shortcomings by diligence, and he also has victory in the competition with Li Changqing.

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

Bye this word is a bit level.

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

Meng Qiuhe was very curious about Jiang Changsheng's current strength. He approached Jiang Changsheng last year~www.novelbuddy.com~ and put forward the idea of ​​learning from each other. However, Jiang Changsheng directly conceded defeat, saying that he was not qualified enough. give up.

After half an hour.

A group of golden armored guards came, and the figures of Daoist Qingxu and Jiang Yuan appeared in the eyes of all the disciples. The disciples walked out of the stone pavilion and knelt down and saluted. Jiang Changsheng did the same, and there was nothing wrong with his own father. OK

When Jiang Yuan approached, Jiang Changsheng couldn't help but look up, just in time to meet Jiang Yuan's gaze.

Jiang Yuan was wearing a golden-bottomed dragon robe and a light emperor's crown on his head. His face was majestic, and his temples were already gray. He happened to be walking, his eyes drooping, and just collided with Jiang Yuan's raised eyes, Jiang Changsheng froze, and quickly lowered his head.

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

There are no witnesses.

Daoist Qingxu just happened to rescue him outside the palace.

"The little Taoist raised his head."

Just when Jiang Changsheng was in a turmoil, Jiang Yuan's voice came. He didn't raise his head, thinking that Jiang Yuan was calling for other disciples.

Daoist Qingxu's voice sounded: "Changsheng, His Majesty called 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 a ghost.

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

What a powerful infuriating qi, stronger than Daoist Qingxu!

Jiang Changsheng remembered him. It was this old dog who took him out of the palace at the beginning, 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."