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

The bright moon is in the sky, and the stars are shining.

In the courtyard, a group of disciples stood on the square corridor, shouting and drinking excitedly, only to see Qing Ku competing with Jiang Changsheng.

Jiang Changsheng stood on the spot without moving his footsteps, his left hand was behind his waist, and his right hand resisted Qing Ku. No matter what Qing Ku attacked, he would always be able to easily defuse it, and then push it out.

At the age of sixteen, he is handsome and handsome, and stands out among the crowd.

Qing Ku has practiced the Jiuxuntian Dragon Step taught by Jiang Changsheng. This footwork is exquisite, but has no substantial attack power, so Qing Ku's offensive moves are the martial arts of Longqiguan.

It has to be said that most of the martial arts in Longqi Temple are very good. In Jiang Changsheng's view, they are no different from the traditional martial arts of Earth in previous lives.

Jiang Changsheng pushed Qing Ku away with one hand again, Qing Ku retreated seven steps, staggered and fell to the ground.

Qing Ku cried out helplessly: "I won't come."

The surrounding disciples applauded and praised the third senior brother for being amazing.

Since reaching the fourth level of Dao Fa Natural Kung Fu, Jiang Changsheng would occasionally point out other disciples, and the image of the third senior brother was thus established, and his prestige increased day by day.

Just as Jiang Changsheng was about to ask who else wanted to teach, the gate of the courtyard was pushed open. Everyone turned their heads to look, and suddenly ran back to their room in fright.

Qing Ku quickly got up and ran back to the house, only Jiang Changsheng and the visitor were left in the courtyard.

"Third Junior Brother, you should go to bed early at night, and don't let these little bastards mess around."

Meng Qiuhe walked up to Jiang Changsheng and said earnestly. He frowned tightly, and a few strands of white hair appeared on his temples.

In just two years, he was a different person. The second senior brother, who was once lively and cheerful, has now become a gloomy man addicted to martial arts...

Jiang Changsheng sighed in his heart, in the final analysis, it was because of him, if he had not been rescued to Longqi Temple, the situation would have been different.

But all this is not caused by him, he is also a victim.

Jiang Changsheng smiled and said, "Okay, senior brother."

Meng Qiuhe stared at him, and said with burning eyes: "Third Junior Brother, two years ago, you were able to kill the evil king. How strong are you now? When will you compete with me?"

Jiang Changsheng didn't want to hit Meng Qiuhe, and declined politely: "Forget it, it was just the evil king's carelessness at the beginning. I am not his opponent. Senior brother, I'm tired, so I'll go back and rest, and practice swords together when I have time."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards his house.

Meng Qiuhe asked: "I heard that Li Changqing has stepped into the peak, third junior brother, do you want to go down the mountain for a while?"

So fast?

Could it be that he has practiced magic skills?

Jiang Changsheng thought to himself, he waved his hand, and said, "I don't want to go down the mountain, I just want to stay in Longqi Temple, and have nothing to do with the world."

Meng Qiuhe watched him enter the house before turning around and leaving.

Back on the bed, Jiang Changsheng frowned.

What did Meng Qiuhe mean by that just now?

This guy also wants to learn from Li Changqing?

After thinking for a while, he decided not to meddle in other people's business, and then began to practice with his eyes closed.

Early the next morning, when he came back after ringing the bell, Qing Ku was not in the house, so he took the Qilin Fuchen out of his mind. He was worried that the survival reward would not be put back after he took it out, so he never took it, and it was time to take it now.

During this period of time, he has thoroughly mastered the Sword Control Jue, and he has nothing else to do except practice Taoism and natural skills, so it is better to play with instruments.

The unicorn whisk appeared in his hand out of thin air. The whisk looked no different from ordinary whisks, but the handle was white jade, like a white bone.

Holding the unicorn whisk, he could feel the mana surging inside. It was worthy of being a magic weapon with its own spiritual power.

A memory popped up in his mind, telling him how to make the magic weapon recognize its owner, and he began to follow suit, probing the divine sense into the unicorn whisk to break through the restriction inside the magic weapon.

After half an hour, Qilin Fuchen successfully recognized him as the master. After recognizing the master, Qilin Fuchen began to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on his own, which was very miraculous.

When Jiang Changsheng injected spiritual power into the Qilin's whisk, the long whiskers on it could stretch freely, and he could control them to perform actions such as binding and beating.

Wonderful!

Jiang Changsheng tried to put Qilin Fuchen back into his mind, but he failed.

Once the survival reward items are taken out, they can only exist in reality.

Although he has some regrets, he can do so.

From then on, Jiang Changsheng wore the Taihang sword on his waist, and held a unicorn whisk in his hand, which was like a fairy. When a disciple asked about the whisk, he said it was given by Chen Li. All the disciples in the temple knew that Chen Li and the fourth prince occasionally Will come to visit him.

Not only these two people, but also other high-ranking officials wanted to visit Jiang Changsheng. At the beginning, he did meet him, but as the number of times increased, he declined, because those people just wanted to meet him, and they did not have the sincerity of Chen Li.

...

The summer is so hot that the space is slightly distorted.

"Brother Changsheng, I'm going to join the army. I won't be able to visit you within five years. I hope you will forgive me."

In front of Jiang Changsheng, the young man said vigorously. He put his hands on his waist and was sweating profusely, but his energy was still high.

Jiang Changsheng had just finished pointing Shenying's legs, and was about to chase away the guests, but he didn't expect him to say these words.

Jiang Changsheng asked: "Where are you going to join the army? Not in the capital?"

The Dajing Dynasty has been established for sixteen years, and the interior is harmonious and peaceful, but the external wars have never stopped. The north has been fighting, and every year a group of generals with outstanding military achievements will be born.

Jiang Yu said with a smile: "Naturally, I want to go north. I want to flatten the desert and destroy Guhan."

Guhan is a dynasty in the north of the Dajing Dynasty. It has a vast territory and often invades the surrounding dynasties. People in the court still have deep-rooted hatred for Guhan.

In addition to the pursuit of longevity, the current emperor's biggest goal is to crush the ancient Khan and achieve extraordinary feats through the ages.

Jiang Changsheng said with a smile: "It's not that easy for the prince to join the army, you have to think about it."

Jiang Yu grinned and said, "I can't help it. If I don't join the army, I won't be able to compete with my elder brother."

Jiang Changsheng was stunned, this was the first time Jiang Yu had confided his ambitions to him.

The false prince's faction is getting stronger and stronger. It is said that two of the six departments are under his control. He is still personally supervising the yamen in the capital. He has the ability to handle government affairs at the age of sixteen. What a prosperous age.

As for the current emperor, the people are quite critical of him, and the construction of the canal is really a waste of money.

Jiang Changsheng followed, "Then I wish you the best of luck."

Jiang Yu asked curiously: "If my eldest brother or other princes came to win you over these years, would you go down the mountain?"

He seemed casual, but he was extremely nervous.

Jiang Changsheng shook his head and laughed: "Of course not. If I was interested in fame and fortune, I would have listened to His Majesty and went to take the martial arts examination."

Jiang Yu smiled, turned and left.

"Brother Changsheng, wait for me to ride back to Beijing, and I will carry forward your martial arts on the battlefield!"

The boy's laughter echoed in the building. At the age of fourteen, he was full of confidence and vitality.

Jiang Changsheng looked at the pastry beside him, showing regret.

I won't be able to eat such a delicious pastry for a long time in the future.

...

The fourth prince's departure from the capital did not cause any waves in the capital. There are more than ten princes now, and the crown prince has been registered. The presence of the fourth prince is not high.

Jiang Changsheng did not relax after breaking through the fourth level of Dao Fa Natural Kung Fu, and practiced hard every day.

As the days passed, the leaves in Longqi Temple began to turn yellow, indicating that autumn was coming.

The Longqi Temple has been restored to the past. Every now and then, dignitaries come to burn incense and seek Taoism, and some knights come to stay and rest their minds. Although Jiang Changsheng is the third disciple, he usually does not receive guests, and other disciples are responsible. Currently, he is in charge of Longqi Temple The one watching is the second senior sister, Meng Qiushuang.

Meng Qiuhe and Meng Qiushuang are biological brothers and sisters. Their parents were killed by robbers when they were young. Fortunately, Daoist Qingxu rescued them and took them up the mountain together.

At noon, Jiang Changsheng sat in meditation on the Dao Bell Tower, facing the scorching sun, exercising energy and absorbing the weather between heaven and earth.

Qing Ku suddenly ran downstairs and shouted: "The big thing is wrong, senior brother, senior brother ran away again!"

Jiang Changsheng opened his eyes, got up and looked down at Qingku in front of the guardrail, and asked, "What do you mean? You mean Senior Brother Meng, or Senior Brother Li?"

"Of course it's Senior Brother Meng, to be precise, another Senior Senior Brother ran away!"

Qing Ku said anxiously, with an anxious tone.

Jiang Changsheng frowned, turned over and jumped, falling lightly like a white crane. Qing Ku had gotten used to his movement and immediately led the way.

The two quickly came to the Mingxin Hall, where most of the disciples gathered, and those who didn't come were either responsible for guarding the mountain gate or entertaining guests.

In the hall, Taoist Master Qingxu turned his back to them, holding a letter in his hand, and remained silent.

Meng Qiushuang gritted her teeth and said, "Master, this disciple will go find him!"

Jiang Changsheng was surprised, Meng Qiuhe went down the mountain without his sister?

Daoist Qingxu sighed: "No need, respect him. Qiuhe is different from Changqing. He didn't join the Demon Sect. He just wants to seek stronger power. Maybe you can see him again in the capital in the future."

He turned around and looked at the disciples.

Seeing his calm expression, Jiang Changsheng seemed to have already guessed.

"Let Qiushuang take the position of chief disciple, and the other disciples will be promoted in turn." Daoist Qingxu said.

Jiang Changsheng became the second senior brother, and he felt a little helpless, the promotion speed was too fast.

He won't wait another two years for him to become a big brother, right?

"Changsheng, come with me."

Daoist Qingxu waved his whisk, turned and left, Jiang Changsheng heard this and hurriedly followed.

The other disciples continued to discuss about Meng Qiuhe's descent from the mountain.

Passing through the Hall of Mingxin and entering a long corridor, the noise from the outside world gradually faded away, Jiang Changsheng followed behind Taoist Qingxu, thinking about it, not knowing what he was going to say.

Jiang Changsheng still wanted to know whether Daoist Qingxu knew about his life experience, and what his opinion was, so that he could decide how to take revenge.

He is still not sure if anyone in the capital can defeat him, so he must be careful.

All the way to a quiet courtyard, the courtyard is not big, there is an old tree, the body of the tree is winding like a dragon, the dense autumn leaves are fluttering with the wind, and a circle of yellow rings has been piled up on the ground.

Daoist Qingxu stopped, looked at the old tree, and said slowly, "Changsheng, do you want to go down the mountain?"

Jiang Changsheng was stunned, and quickly asked, "Why did Master drive me down the mountain?"

He didn't expect Daoist Qingxu to mean this.

Taoist Priest Qingxu said calmly: "If you don't want to go down the mountain, would you like to be the abbot of the Dragon Rise Temple in the future?"