Chen Li only brought some gifts during his visit. He chatted with Jiang Changsheng for two hours before leaving. He was already working in the capital, so it was not easy to find time to visit him.
During this period, Chen Li also asked him how his martial arts was doing recently. He was very low-key and said he was still improving, without specifying 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.
Jing Dynasty also has New Year's rituals, which heralds the transition between the old and the new.
Longqi Temple is a way of cultivating Taoism, and the New Year is not lively.
After the New Year, Meng Qiuhe came back with his disciples. There were sixteen of them when they left and twenty when they came back. Among them were three infants and five sloppy teenagers, which meant that four disciples were lost.
Qing Ku also lost an arm and was no longer as lively as before. Jiang Changsheng was shocked when he saw him and asked about him with concern, but Qing Ku smiled casually and told the story of his adventures in the world in a calm voice.
"Brother, you are right. The mountains are not as good as the mountains. There are no wars, but people's hearts 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 also knew about his experience and did not disturb him. After Jiang Changsheng finished ringing the bell, he practiced martial arts next to 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 far more dangerous than they imagined.
It took a full month for the topic of Jianghu under the mountain to disappear completely, and Long Qiguan also became more lively, because there were eight new disciples and three young children, causing the disciples to often circle around them.
Jiang Changsheng has completely mastered the Vajra Roar and Qi Finger, and concentrates on Taoist natural skills.
Martial arts emphasizes internal skills. If the internal skills are strong, it will be easy to practice external martial arts. However, Jiang Changsheng practices immortality skills!
Jiang Changsheng's senses are already extremely powerful. He has experienced that the true energy of the three major disciples is far less than half of his. Even Taoist Master Qingxu's true energy is only about the same as his, which is enough to show that the cultivation techniques and martial arts techniques difference.
He is not arrogant. Infuriating energy is only one aspect. Strength must also be taken into consideration from other factors, not to mention that his body is still in the growth stage.
Chen Li maintained a frequency of once every six months. Every time he saw him, Jiang Changsheng could feel his fatigue. The number one scholar who once pointed out the murderer with high spirits has become 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 from their posts at every turn, causing turmoil among the courtiers.
Time flies.
Kaiyuan fourteenth year.
Fourteen-year-old Jiang Changsheng is almost 1.7 meters tall. He has a handsome face. His long hair is tied back with a straw rope, revealing his forehead and temples reaching his shoulders. His appearance is very outstanding in Longqi Temple. Some female disciples are very interested in him. He secretly promised, but he was only obsessed with practicing martial arts.
Longqi observes the Taoist rules. If he wants to start a family, he must 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 look on his face: "Changsheng, aren't you hot? Why don't you take shelter in the house to escape the heat?"
Jiang Changsheng sat meditating on the guardrail. It looked like he might 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 Taoist Master Qingxu."
Chen Li sighed with emotion, and then began to complain: "His Majesty the Emperor is getting more and more stupid. He actually asked people to dig a canal from north to south, reaching the seaside. This is not something that can be completed in ten or twenty years. I heard that He just wants to facilitate the transportation of pills, which is simply ridiculous and outrageous!"
Jiang Changsheng opened his eyes, looking strange.
canal?
Isn't this Yang Guang's operation in Chinese history?
The more Chen Li talked, the more indignant he became. Building the canal would require too much manpower, material and financial resources. Not to mention the tight national treasury, it would be difficult to restore the people's livelihood.
"If this continues, we will have to fight again and attack other surrounding dynasties. Alas, the prosperous times will be lost."
Chen Li said with a look of concern for the country and the people. Jiang Changsheng was not comforted by this.
Looking at this posture, if Jing Chao is really in chaos, Long Qiguan will not be safe either.
Jiang Changsheng felt a sense of urgency in his heart. Although his energy far surpassed that of Taoist Master Qingxu, he still had many enemies.
We must seize the time to practice the fourth level of Taoist natural skills!
Chen Li talked for an hour and then left. He couldn't bear it anymore and almost fainted from the heat.
Jiang Changsheng watched him leave and noticed that Chen Li was starting to hunch over.
What a waste of time.
Although Jiang Changsheng is fourteen years old, his past and present lives combined are over forty years old, and he has always been very sensitive to the passage of time.
His body is still in its youth, so he feels like a day on the mountain and a year on the mountain.
One month later.
Senior Brother Li Changqing found Jiang Changsheng and asked him if he would like to go down the mountain to experience.
Jiang Changsheng refused directly.
Is the killing spree coming again?
Li Changqing left disappointed. After all, he couldn't force his way down the mountain.
Three days later, Li Changqing came down the mountain with fifteen disciples, the youngest of whom were thirteen years old.
Jiang Changsheng has been waiting for the prompt.
as expected.
At noon the next day, a line of words jumped out in front of his eyes:
[In the fourteenth year of Kaiyuan, a spy persuaded Senior Brother to lure you down the mountain, but you refused, thus escaping a murder and receiving a survival reward - Zashu 'Time 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 skills he had obtained before, but unfortunately he does not have the medicine cauldron to refine it.
The calligraphy is not bad. Longqi Temple has always been visited by dignitaries and distinguished guests to recite poems and have fun. There are many Four Treasures of the Study in the temple, all given by guests.
It’s also good to cultivate your sentiments when nothing happens.
After all, life here is really boring except for practicing.
Jiang Changsheng asked for pen, ink and paper that day and practiced calligraphy in the house while thinking about spies.
This was already the second time that there was a way to find the spy. After all, Jiang Changsheng had been told to come down twice. He only had to ask his senior brother and second senior brother to find out.
At night, Qing Ku returned to the house. He had just washed his feet, sat on the bed and wiped his feet with a cloth, and said: "Senior Brother Changsheng, His Majesty the Emperor is coming to Longqi Temple tomorrow. Do you want to go and see it? That is the current Holy Emperor." , once in a lifetime.”
Hearing this, Jiang Changsheng's right hand trembled slightly, and he asked calmly: "What's so good about the emperor? Does he have one more mouth than us?"
Qing smiled bitterly and said: "Don't say that, be careful of being spread. 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 like I won't go, I have nothing to do anyway."
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 see his father.
A hundred feet away, he had already heard the discussions of his fellow disciples.
"Is that the emperor? He is so wise and powerful!"
"Yes, it is said that the emperor has cultivated the spirit of a true dragon and is like a dragon in the world."
"I'm curious if the emperor has found the elixir."
"Don't talk nonsense. If you are overheard, you will be beheaded."
The closer Jiang Changsheng was to Mingxin Palace, the less he heard. Soon he heard the conversation between Emperor Jiang Yuan and Taoist Priest Qingxu.
The two of them were reminiscing about the turbulent years, with Jiang Yuan mostly talking, mostly with emotion, Taoist Master Qingxu echoing them, and the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle.
Outside the courtyard near Mingxin Hall, there are golden-armored guards strictly guarding it, and no one else can get close.
Meng Qiuhe and a group of disciples were waiting on the road that the emperor must pass. This was a small stream that ran through Longqi Mountain. There was a small bridge across it. The flowers and plants on both sides of the stream were extremely dense. A group of people were standing next to the small bridge. There were more than ten people in the stone pavilion, so crowded that even the small pavilion could not stand.
Meng Qiuhe was bragging about what he had seen and heard during his last training. When he saw Jiang Changsheng approaching, his eyes lit up and he said, "You rare guest, Junior Brother Jiang, why are you here? Come in quickly and give up your seats."
The three sitting disciples stood up quickly, and the other standing disciples also moved out of the way.
Jiang Changsheng is the only disciple of Taoist Master Qingxu who has said that he can practice freely without having to attend sermons. His special status, coupled with the fact that he usually lives alone, makes the disciples feel distant from him and dare not offend him easily.
Jiang Changsheng entered the pavilion and sat down, and asked with a smile: "How come Second Senior Brother has the leisure to tell stories?"
The three eldest disciples of Long Qiguan are all martial arts idiots. The senior brother Li Changqing has outstanding talent, while Meng Qiuhe has average talent, but he relies on hard work to make up for his weakness, and he also wins in the competition with Li Changqing.
Meng Qiuhe said with a smile: "Of course I came here to see the aura of a real dragon. It is said that the Holy One follows you like a dragon. How can I not pay my respects?"
The word "Bai" is a bit level.
Jiang Changsheng started chatting with his fellow disciples. His arrival made all the disciples feel fresh, especially Meng Qiuhe.
Meng Qiuhe was very curious about Jiang Changsheng's current strength. He approached Jiang Changsheng last year and proposed the idea of discussing. However, Jiang Changsheng had given up before, saying that he was not qualified and as a senior brother, he could not force his hand, so he could only give up.
Half an hour later.
A group of golden-armored guards approached, and the figures of Taoist Priest Qingxu and Jiang Yuan appeared in the sight of the disciples. The disciples walked out of the stone pavilion one after another, knelt down and saluted. Jiang Changsheng did the same. There was nothing wrong with kowtowing to his biological father. OK
When Jiang Yuan approached, Jiang Changsheng couldn't help but raise his head, and met Jiang Yuan's eyes.
Jiang Yuan was wearing a gold-bottomed dragon robe and a light imperial crown on his head. He had a majestic face and was already graying on his temples. He happened to walk up with his eyes drooping, and his eyes met Jiang Yuan's raised ones. Jiang Changsheng froze and quickly lowered his head.
He had imagined countless situations in which he would meet Jiang Yuan, and even thought about a direct showdown, but how to make Jiang Yuan believe it?
There are no witnesses.
Taoist priest Qingxu just happened to save him outside the palace.
"The little Taoist priest raised his head."
Just when Jiang Changsheng was in confusion, Jiang Yuan's voice came. He did not raise his head, thinking that Jiang Yuan was calling other disciples.
Taoist Priest Qingxu's voice sounded: "Changsheng, His Majesty is calling you."
Jiang Changsheng subconsciously raised his head and met Jiang Yuan's eyes again. He did not hide his nervousness, but when he saw that the emperor was not nervous, he was actually something strange.
He noticed an old eunuch 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.
Such powerful Qi, even stronger than Taoist Priest Qingxu!
Jiang Changsheng remembered him. It was this old dog who took him out of the palace. However, it was not this old dog who fought against Taoist Priest Qingxu. He was changed hands by many people along the way.
Jiang Changsheng did not pay much attention to the old eunuch, but lowered his eyes and said: "Meet your Majesty."
