At the gate of the mountain, dozens of disciples and pilgrims gathered around the small bridge. In front of them was a row of warriors, headed by Meng Qiuhe, the former disciple of Longqi Temple.
After being away for many years, Meng Qiuhe has become more mature. He is dressed in rich purple clothes, with a sapphire finger ring on his finger, a silk jade brocade belt around his waist, and Quyunraccoon velvet boots on his feet. He looks very aristocratic.
He stared at the white dragon in front of the bridge with an expressionless expression.
The white dragon was surrounded by many people and was not timid at all. It was now three meters long and could be considered a big snake. However, it was famously kind and no one was afraid of it. They didn't even think it was a threat.
Meng Qiu Shuang pushed away the disciples and came over. She stared at Meng Qiu He and said, "Second brother, what do you mean?"
Meng Qiuhe played with the ring on his hand and said: "It's not interesting, I just want to test the strength of Taoist Changsheng. I used to want to compete with him in the Taoist temple, but was rejected. I should agree today, right?"
Meng Qiu Shuang frowned and said, "Since it's a competition, why bring people along and why threaten them?"
Meng Qiuhe pulled out a dagger from his waist and said, "Little sister, don't ask anymore. Now you and I are strangers. Call Changsheng out. As long as you defeat me, I won't bother you again."
There was a young man behind him. He was handsome and handsome. He seemed to be fifteen or sixteen years old, but his eyes looked very deep. He smiled and said, "Hurry up, His Highness can't wait any longer."
Meng Qiuhe gritted his teeth, pointed the dagger at Bailong, and prepared to stab him.
"I am coming."
A soft voice came, and the disciples moved out of the way. They saw Jiang Changsheng walking slowly, and the pilgrims suddenly exclaimed.
"Is he the Taoist Priest of Immortality?"
"So handsome!"
"With this temperament, could it be that he is truly an immortal?"
"Even the whisk in his hand is different from other Taoists. It looks extremely extraordinary."
Jiang Changsheng's image is extremely outstanding, especially after breaking through to the fifth level of Taoist Natural Technique, his aura and the nature of heaven and earth are almost integrated into one, awe-inspiring and natural.
Meng Qiuhe stopped his hand and looked at Jiang Changsheng, his eyes full of aggression.
The young man behind was also looking at Jiang Changsheng carefully.
The reason why Jiang Changsheng came out in person was because of this young man. He was extremely close to the Tongtian realm, and his true energy was stronger than Huajianxin. The disciples of Long Qiguan were no match for him.
How old are you?
Jiang Changsheng suspected that this young man was cultivating immortality.
Meng Qiuhe said: "Chang Sheng, come on, let me see your strength."
He opened his stance, making fists with both hands, like a tiger opening its mouth, and stretched his legs apart, as steady as a mountain.
Jiang Changsheng nodded slightly and said to himself: "This senior brother has turned out to be a top master. It seems that there is a lot of opportunity. Unfortunately, it is still the skill of a three-legged cat."
Meng Qiuhe rushed in front of Jiang Changsheng with such speed that the eyes of onlookers could not keep up.
boom!
He punched Jiang Changsheng in the chest, but Jiang Changsheng did not move at all, only his robes fluttered.
Meng Qiuhe's eyes widened with disbelief on his face. He gritted his teeth and poured all his energy into his right arm, trying to suppress Jiang Changsheng, but it was still useless.
At this moment, the boy suddenly moved.
"Taoist Priest Changsheng is really powerful, don't mind if I help him!"
The young man came behind Meng Qiuhe, with a teasing and provocative smile. He raised his right palm and pressed it on Meng Qiuhe's shoulder. The surging energy exploded, and Meng Qiuhe's spirit was shaken.
The two people's true energy attacked Jiang Changsheng together, but Jiang Changsheng's footsteps were as firm as tree roots.
The two of them were moved.
"How can it be!"
The young man was horrified in his heart. He was very aware of his own strength. Ordinary top masters could not sustain three moves in his hands. He relied on his strong internal strength.
Meng Qiuhe also knew the strength of the young man behind him. He thought that the young man would be a sure shot, but he didn't expect that the two of them would not be able to do it together.
Jiang Changsheng said calmly: "You two, go back and practice hard."
boom!
The young man and Meng Qiuhe vomited blood and fell out, hitting the mountain gate and almost rolling down the stone steps.
The servants were so frightened that they immediately gathered around to check the boy's injuries.
One of them shouted angrily: "How dare you! If you dare to hurt His Highness Seventh, you are seeking death!"
His Majesty the Seventh Prince!
The seventh prince?
The pilgrims were in an uproar and the disciples were frightened.
Jiang Changsheng shook his head and said: "In front of everyone, are you trying to slander me because you want to harm His Highness Seventh? This was originally a discussion between me and Senior Brother Meng, but His Highness Seventh took the initiative."
"You... can't do it if you hurt His Highness Seventh, it's a death penalty!"
The servant roared with a ferocious expression, but he did not dare to take action against Jiang Changsheng at all.
At this time, the seventh prince stood up, came to the servant, slapped him in the face, and said: "Get out of here, your highness, you are so embarrassing!"
The servants were so frightened that they didn't dare to be arrogant anymore.
The seventh prince wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said to Jiang Changsheng: "Taoist Master Changsheng is really powerful. With such skill, few people in today's martial arts world can be inferior to him. I am convinced that I have lost. I will not let anyone come here again in the future." Excuse me, I hope the Taoist Master will not hold a grudge against my Highness, but I really want to make friends with the Taoist Master."
Jiang Changsheng chuckled and said: "It's just a martial arts competition. If His Highness wants to come and offer incense, Long Qiguan will always welcome you."
The seventh prince smiled, then turned and left.
Meng Qiuhe stood up, gave Jiang Changsheng a complicated look, and followed him down the mountain, followed closely by other servants.
Disciples and pilgrims gathered around and cheered for Jiang Changsheng. Jiang Changsheng didn't take any action just now, but he could easily defeat powerful enemies by showing off his grandmaster and Taoist demeanor.
Jiang Changsheng actually guessed that the other person was the prince, because the boy's energy was very similar to that of Jiang Yuan. Even Jiang Yu and the second prince were not so angry.
True dragon spirit!
Jiang Changsheng left after being polite to the people around him, while Bai Long stayed where he was, enjoying the love of the pilgrims.
Back in the hospital, a line of words appeared in front of Jiang Changsheng's eyes:
[In the 22nd year of Kaiyuan, the Seventh Prince and Meng Qiuhe invaded. You successfully repelled them, survived the disaster, and received the survival reward - the spiritual object 'Earth Spirit Tree']
Spiritual thing?
This is the first time I've seen it.
Jiang Changsheng thought silently, and then went back to the house to accept the memory of the Earth Spirit Tree.
The Earth Spirit Tree is a tree species that breeds spiritual energy. When mature, it can give birth to spiritual wisdom and even defend the territory. This is a very good tree species.
Jiang Changsheng took it out. It was only in seed form. He followed it out of the house and buried it in the center of the courtyard.
Hua Jianxin walked out of the house and asked curiously: "What is this?"
Jiang Changsheng smiled and said: "I was walking on the road just now, and a seed suddenly fell from the sky. Maybe it was a gift from God. Let's try it and see if we can grow a big tree in the sky."
Hua Jianxin was silent.
She was used to Jiang Changsheng's nagging, and she really wanted to ask when he was going to have a son.
She has been waiting since Jiang Changsheng said it last year. As a result, after waiting for a year, there was no news. She even wondered if she was dreaming at that time.
After Jiang Changsheng buried the seeds, he left behind a few words: "Water it when you have time."
Watching Jiang Changsheng enter the house, Hua Jianxin was stunned for a while, and then lightly stamped his feet. Although he was resentful, he still went to the water tank to scoop water.
The seventh prince's interruption did not make Jiang Changsheng worried, but rather a bit hopeful.
Small troubles like this can come more often to help earn survival rewards.
As long as the unknown Mahayana Dragon Tower doesn't take action, it will be easy.
When dealing with the Seventh Prince just now, Jiang Changsheng had deliberately controlled his spiritual power, so he only used a little force, one percent, for fear of shocking these two guys to death.
The news that the Seventh Prince brought the top martial artist to challenge the Taoist Priest Changsheng spread quickly in the capital, adding to the reputation of Taoist Priest Changsheng.
In the imperial palace, a group of princes gathered in the imperial garden.
"Hahaha, seventh brother, how dare you challenge Taoist Priest Chang Sheng? You don't believe in evil. Didn't I tell you the ending of Lao Yang Huan Yang before?"
The second prince Jiang Ming laughed and said, the seventh prince stood behind Jiang Gan and watched him play chess with other brothers. He was indifferent to Jiang Ming's sarcasm.
A prince stood up and said with a smile: "Seventh brother is young and high-spirited, so I can understand. After all, the Taoist Priest Changsheng is the Taoist favored by my father. How can he not be strong in martial arts?"
The other princes followed suit, comforting the seventh prince and giving him a step up.
Jiang Ming curled his lips, feeling bored and stopped talking.
He asked Jiang Gan, "Where is the fourth brother?"
Jiang Qian was stunned and said: "Practice Zong Tianwu to practice martial arts."
Ever since he was taught a lesson by Zong Tianwu, Jiang Yu had been pestering Zong Tianwu to practice martial arts and didn't even go to Jiang Changsheng.
In his opinion, Zong Tianwu was stronger. After all, Jiang Changsheng was just a Taoist priest, while Zong Tianwu was the supreme master of martial arts and a myth in the hearts of martial arts people.
Jiang Ming joked: "Brother, your fourth brother is not simple. After you come back, you will go around to win over military power."
Jiang Gan remained silent and concentrated on playing chess, while the other princes pretended not to hear.
Recently, the prince, the second prince, and the fourth prince were fighting overtly and covertly. They were all wooing the civil and military officials in the court. It was already known to everyone. The emperor was sitting on the throne, thinking about annexing the ancient Khan in the future.
Although Dajing had won many battles, the ancient Khan's vast territory and long journey made it very difficult for Dajing's soldiers to attack the capital of the ancient Khan.
The Seventh Prince suddenly said: "Speaking of which, what do you mean by my father? Why don't you let your eldest brother live in the East Palace?"
The East Palace is where the crown prince lives. As a prince, if he does not live in the East Palace for one day, his throne will be unstable.
The princes all looked at Jiang Gan, who said without changing his expression: "My father is still in his prime, why do you need to think about this?"
yes.
My father still wants to live forever.
The princes shook their heads and laughed.
Jiang Ming suddenly asked: "Seventh brother, have you met any masters in the Mahayana Dragon Tower? Is there anyone stronger than Zong Tianwu?"
The seventh prince turned his head and said: "Of course, the Mahayana Dragon Tower is the pillar of the Great King Dynasty. The secrets of the royal family are just too low-key. Otherwise, how could Zong Tianwu be accommodated in the supreme position of the martial arts?"
Jiang Ming's eyes lit up, and he immediately moved forward, grabbed the Seventh Prince's shoulders, and pulled him aside.
The other princes did not bother him, either they had no ambitions, or they did not dare to show them if they did.
The crown prince, the second prince, the fourth prince were fighting for power, and the seventh prince, who was most favored by the emperor, had a very low presence in front of the four of them.
…
Spring has passed and autumn has come, and it’s another beautiful autumn.
In the twenty-third year of Kaiyuan, Jiang Changsheng was busy practicing, and his cultivation level was steadily increasing, but he was still far away from the sixth level of Taoist natural skills, and Hua Jianxin had not stepped into the realm of heaven, and was still short of reaching the goal.
"Alas, now the Second Prince and the Crown Prince are so contentious that they dare to yell at each other in the court. It's really arrogant. Your Majesty doesn't even discipline the Second Prince. I think he is starting to be stupid again..."
Chen Li was pouring out his bitterness to Jiang Changsheng, still unbridled and bold.
