Chapter 12: Sword Control, Magical Power, Phantom Eyes
The evil Taoist wants to open a Taoist temple?
Jiang Changsheng's eyes turned cold. He felt someone was pushing him from behind, so he immediately followed Qing Ku.
At the same time, at the foot of the mountain gate, disciples from both groups were confronting each other.
Taoist Qingxu, Meng Qiushuang and a group of disciples stood in front of the small bridge. There was also a group of Taoists outside the mountain gate. Leading them was a middle-aged Taoist with a thin body and a cunning face. He had his right hand behind his waist and pinched his goatee with his left hand. He stared at the Taoists of Longqi Temple with an arrogant look.
This middle-aged Taoist priest was a demon who was deeply favored by the emperor. He called himself the Immortal who Returned to the World and had dozens of disciples, most of whom were children of powerful officials from the capital.
Next to him was a young man who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was dressed in exquisite purple, with a pearl and jade crown on his head. He had a handsome face and it was obvious at first glance that he was of extraordinary origin.
Taoist Qingxu said expressionlessly: "Daoist friend, do you really want to kill Longqi Temple?"
Behind him there were four disciples who were supported by other disciples. These four disciples were all injured and stared at the middle-aged Taoist priest with mixed feelings of shock and anger.
Huan Yang Lao Xian laughed and said, "Why do you want to force me to death? Daoist Fellow Qingxu, please give up this mountain. The disciples under your command are too weak. I suspect that you have not taught them seriously. If you have no intention of passing on martial arts, why do you have to occupy the mountain?"
As soon as these words were spoken, his disciples started to shout, each one more unpleasant than the last.
"Longqi Temple should have been removed long ago, but Your Majesty is just thinking of our old friendship."
"Yes, Longqi Temple has not made any contribution to the court. Even the newly appointed martial arts champion has betrayed Longqi Temple."
"I think they are all a bunch of good-for-nothings, without any ability at all. Even His Majesty rarely comes. It would be better for our master to give way and let the real immortal master teach."
"According to the rules of the martial arts world, if you can't defeat us, you should give up, unless Longqi Temple is no longer considered a martial arts sect."
"It's not that Your Majesty broke his promise, it's just that Longqi Temple is too useless and you should give up your throne."
Faced with the shouting, the disciples of Longqi Temple were so angry that they fought back and the two sides started a verbal battle.
The Immortal Huanyang raised his hand, and the disciples behind him immediately shut up.
Seeing this, Meng Qiu Shuang asked her fellow disciples to stop and curse, as it would tarnish the image of Longqi Temple.
Huan Yang Lao Xian said with a smile: "Daoyou, do you want to fight? If you can defeat me, I will go down the mountain immediately, but if you lose, according to the rules of Jianghu, you have to move to another place."
Taoist Qingxu sighed and was about to speak when a voice came.
"I wonder what to do if someone dies during the competition?"
The disciples turned their heads and when they saw the person coming, they were all very excited. Senior sister Meng Qiu Shuang also smiled.
Jiang Changsheng strolled over, with Qing Ku, who was standing behind him, pretending to be powerful and glaring at the immortal Huan Yang.
The Immortal Huan Yang stared at Jiang Changsheng and asked with a smile, "But the Taoist Changsheng who killed the Ghost Eyed Evil King at the age of fourteen? He really has a strong murderous aura."
The young man in purple looked at Jiang Changsheng with a playful expression, and it was unknown what he was thinking.
Jiang Changsheng placed his right hand on the hilt of the Taihang Sword, and held the Qilin whisk diagonally with his left hand. He chuckled and said, "The rules of the martial arts world are that when martial artists compete, life and death are determined by fate, isn't it?"
The true energy of the Immortal Huanyang is only slightly stronger than that of the Ghost-Eyed Evil King. If these two were to fight to the death, the Ghost-Eyed Evil King would not necessarily lose.
However, ever since Taoist Qingxu was poisoned, his true energy has been dissipating, and he is no match for Immortal Huanyang.
The Immortal Huanyang could not see through Jiang Changsheng's strengths and weaknesses. He even thought that Jiang Changsheng was just an ordinary person, but his record of killing the Ghost-Eyed Evil King was there.
Just when Huanyang Laoxian was hesitating, his disciples began to instigate him. These disciples were all playboys, and they became his disciples out of blind admiration or because of arrangements made by their family elders. Therefore, they did not care about his life or death at all.
Jiang Changsheng stared at the immortal Huanyang jokingly and was not in a hurry at all.
Now it is the turn of the immortal Huanyang to be in a difficult situation.
Although Huan Yang Lao Xian seems to be arrogant and conceited, he is actually very cautious, otherwise he would not have become such a favorite of the emperor.
"Since you don't dare, then get out!"
Qing Ku couldn't help but yell, and the other disciples followed suit and mocked him.
They were full of confidence in Jiang Changsheng. After all, they had witnessed the arrogant Ghost-Eyed Evil King being kicked to death by Jiang Changsheng, and the memory was still fresh in their minds.
Huan Yang Lao Xian smiled and said, "The capital is an important place, how can we discuss life and death? If I kill you, it will be difficult to deal with you. Forget it, I will come back next time."
After saying this, he raised his hand, ready to tell his disciples to evacuate.
Jiang Changsheng let go of the hilt with his right hand and sneered, "Can you come to Longqi Temple whenever you want?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Taihang Sword was unsheathed, and the sword light flashed, causing everyone to subconsciously close their eyes. The same thing happened to the Immortal Huanyang. He felt a stinging pain and opened his eyes in fear.
The others only heard the sound of the sword piercing flesh and blood. They opened their eyes and saw the immortal Huanyang half-kneeling on the ground. Jiang Changsheng was still standing there, as if he had not made a move, but the Taihang sword at his waist was gone.
All the disciples of Longqi Temple were stunned and looked incredulous. Even Taoist Master Qingxu was moved.
A sound of breaking air was heard, and the Taihang Sword passed over the head of the Immortal Huanyang, cutting off a strand of long hair, and flew into the scabbard on Jiang Changsheng's waist on its own.
Long Qi Guan silence!
Everyone was stunned, even the young man in purple was moved, staring blankly at Jiang Changsheng.
What kind of martial arts is this?
The immortal Huanyang stared at Jiang Changsheng with his eyes wide open. His eyes were bloodshot and beads of cold sweat were oozing out of his forehead. He just felt the breath of death. This feeling reminded him of the chaotic times before the founding of the Jing Dynasty. There was once a thief who wanted to behead him. At that time, the blade was not far from the back of his neck, and the chill was exactly the same as it is now.
Jiang Changsheng said expressionlessly: "Don't get involved in the future."
The Taihang Sword pierced Huanyang Laoxian's shoulder and severed part of his meridians, causing his true energy to dissipate. It would take him at least a year or so to recover.
Huan Yang Lao Xian gritted his teeth and said, "Help me walk!"
Facing the terrifying Jiang Changsheng, he didn't even dare to utter a harsh word.
The disciples hurriedly helped him down the mountain. They were all in a very miserable state, and were all frightened by Jiang Changsheng's sword-wielding skills.
Jiang Changsheng glanced at the young man in purple. There were four guards behind him. It was obvious that they were not simple people. His sharp eyes startled them.
"How dare you! Don't be rude to His Majesty the Second Prince!"
A guard shouted angrily, but his voice was trembling.
Jiang Changsheng's sword-wielding skills shattered his cognition.
Can martial arts be like this?
Upon hearing this, Jiang Changsheng cupped his fist towards the purple-robed youth and said, "Second Prince, do you want to be my guest?"
The prince who fights for power with the fake prince.
Jiang Changsheng heard from the Fourth Prince Jiang Yu that the Second Prince Jiang Ming was half a year younger than the Crown Prince, and his mother was the sister of Hong Lie, the most powerful general in Dajing. After Cao Hubao rebelled, Hong Lie became the commander of the three armies, with a status comparable to that of a second-rank official, and it could even be said that he was second only to the emperor.
Hong Lie naturally supports the Second Prince, so the Second Prince's faction is also very powerful , not weaker than that of the Crown Prince. It is still uncertain who will inherit the throne in the future.
Jiang Ming stared at Jiang Changsheng with a burning gaze and said, "Master Changsheng is really amazing. His swordsmanship just now was really... magical. Although I have never been in the martial arts world, I can see how powerful Master Changsheng is. I would like to invite Master Changsheng to be my guest. I will fight for an official position for you and enjoy a great salary. As long as I am here, I will ensure that Master Changsheng will have no worries in his life. I will do my best to satisfy whatever you want."
As soon as these words were spoken, the disciples of Longqi Temple all looked at Jiang Changsheng with envy.
Before, the fourth prince had come to become his disciple, and now the second prince has also come.
The Fourth Prince cannot be compared with the Second Prince!
Jiang Changsheng smiled and said, "Thank you for your praise, Your Highness. Changsheng only wants to gain enlightenment in this temple. My greatest pursuit is my Taoist name. Worldly glory and wealth have nothing to do with me."
Jiang Ming stepped forward, shook Jiang Changsheng's hand enthusiastically, and began to say all kinds of nice things. His words sounded like flattery, but because of his different identity, the effect of his words was different.
Jiang Changsheng responded politely, but he didn't want to directly offend the Second Prince.
Last year's top scholar has already joined Jiang Ming. Jiang Ming has no shortage of civil and military officials under his command, but he lacks a master like Jiang Changsheng.
Despite his eloquent words, Jiang Changsheng still declined. Jiang Ming felt sorry, but was not angry. Instead, he instructed his men, "From today on, Taoist Changsheng of Longqi Temple is my friend. Go back and tell the immortal Huanyang not to cause trouble again. Also tell the entire capital that anyone who dares to provoke Taoist Changsheng will be showing disrespect to me."
"yes!"
The four guards responded immediately.
Jiang Ming smiled at Jiang Changsheng, then turned and left.
After the five people left, the disciples of Longqi Temple immediately surrounded them, all of them were extremely excited.
Taoist Qingxu didn't say anything more and turned and left.
Meng Qiushuang walked up to Jiang Changsheng and said, " Junior Brother Changsheng, you have saved the Taoist temple again."
Jiang Changsheng smiled and said, "What are you talking about, Senior Sister? I am also a member of Longqi Temple. Compared with Senior Sister's daily busyness, I am nothing."
Meng Qiu Shuang showed an approving smile. She was filled with emotion. The little kid back then has now established Longqi Temple. Time really flies.
After dealing with his fellow disciples, Jiang Changsheng quickly returned to his house.
[In the 17th year of Kaiyuan, the demon Taoist Huan Yang Lao Xian came to attack, you repelled him, you survived a disaster, and you received a survival reward - the spell 'Phantom Eyes']
Jiang Changsheng looked at the prompt in front of him and felt very happy.
It is actually a good thing that someone is picking on him, as it can help him become stronger.
As his spiritual power increases, the gap between him and the warriors becomes larger and larger, and the pressure he feels is far less than before. Even if the army surrounds Longqi Temple tomorrow, he is not afraid. As long as he uses the sword-wielding technique, who in the entire capital can stop him?
After inheriting the memory of the Phantom Divine Pupil, Jiang Changsheng was amazed at how terrifying the Phantom Divine Pupil was.
After mastering the Phantom Eye, one can change other people's memories by simply looking them in the eye. This process will consume spiritual energy according to the amount of information that is tampered with in the memory. The other party must also have a lower level of cultivation than oneself, otherwise it will be easy for them to see through it, and it will also backfire on the caster.
What a magical skill!
But you have to practice to know how effective it is.
Jiang Changsheng became excited and began to practice the Phantom Divine Eye.
In the next month, Jiang Ming sent people five times, each time bringing generous gifts including food, medicinal materials, books, jade, etc. The news also spread in the capital.
Jiang Changsheng knew what Jiang Ming meant, he had to get on this boat even if he didn't want to!
Unfortunately, he greatly underestimated Jiang Changsheng.
Jiang Changsheng naturally accepted these generous gifts and then donated them to the Taoist temple.
More than half a month after the fifth gift-giving, Jiang Changsheng received surprising news.
Jiang Ming was assassinated and seriously injured!
