Chapter 6: The Capital Prison, the Evil King Attacks
The fourth prince, Jiang Yu.
Jiang Changsheng knew him. He learned from Chen Li that Jiang Yu was his biological brother, with the same father and mother, also born to the Queen. It was said that it was because of the birth of Jiang Yu that the Queen stopped being crazy.
Hearing that it was the emperor who instructed Jiang Yu to come here, Jiang Changsheng began to imagine a lot.
Could it be that the emperor had recognized him? Why didn't he acknowledge him directly?
Jiang Changsheng couldn't ask directly about this matter, so he asked: "Do you want to learn martial arts from me?"
Jiang Yu said excitedly: "That's right, my father said that you are only two years older than me, but you have already surpassed the first-class realm. You must be my master. I will satisfy you with whatever you want, gold, silver, treasures, rare treasures, just tell me."
Jiang Changsheng thought about it and felt that with the relationship with the prince, he would at least not be so passive in the future. He didn't need to hide at all. After all, his enemies all knew that he was here.
"Since it is your Majesty's order, I naturally cannot refuse. It is also my honor to teach your Highness martial arts. But let me make it clear first that the martial arts I teach are all my own creations, not the martial arts of Longqi Temple."
Jiang Changsheng said this seriously, Jiang Yu was overjoyed and was about to kneel down and kowtow. The two guards were shocked, but fortunately Jiang Changsheng supported Jiang Yu in time.
This kid is so reckless...
Making the prince kowtow is a capital crime!
Jiang Changsheng said helplessly: "I am not your master, I just teach you martial arts, you can call me by my name from now on."
Jiang Yu straightened his back and grinned, "Okay, Brother Changsheng!"
He urged impatiently, "Brother Changsheng, please teach me quickly. My goal is to learn a set of peerless martial arts, expand the territory for my Great Jing, and pacify the wilderness. I just turned twelve a few days ago. My father did not allow me to practice martial arts before I was twelve. You are the first person to teach me martial arts."
Jiang Changsheng thought about it and decided to teach the Divine Shadow Leg to Jiang Yu.
The Divine Shadow Kick was the first martial art he learned. It was extremely powerful, and one kick could break tendons and bones. He had already reached the powerful state of releasing his true energy and kicking out strange visions.
Jiang Changsheng began to teach the method of practicing the Divine Shadow Leg. The two guards avoided suspicion and retreated outside the door and closed it.
Jiang Yu listened very carefully.
An hour later, Jiang Yu left happily. He had to go back to the palace to practice martial arts, and the prince could not stay overnight outside.
Qing Ku returned to the room and asked excitedly, "Senior Brother, are you the prince's master now?"
Jiang Changsheng shook his head and laughed, "I am just teaching you martial arts, how can I be your master? Don't talk nonsense."
Qing Ku disagreed: "That's very powerful too. From now on, the prince will be your backer. I have been traveling around the world before and found that this world is a world of human relationships. The same thing, with different identities and relationships, will have completely different results."
He seemed to be thinking of something sad, and his smile disappeared.
Jiang Changsheng has always been curious about what he had experienced, but he never wanted to say it.
The house fell into silence.
After a long while, Qing Ku said goodbye and Jiang Changsheng was the only one left in the room. He could finally practice martial arts with peace of mind.
After the first assassination attempt fails, the enemy will definitely attack a second time, so Jiang Changsheng must become as strong as possible.
Jiang Changsheng's cultivation in the third level of Dao Fa Zi Ran Gong was enough to overpower Long Qi Temple. For the time being, he had not met anyone with more true energy than him, but he was better off being safe than sorry, so he could not let down his guard.
How could a cultivator of immortality be killed by a group of mortal warriors?
…
As dusk fell, dark clouds enveloped the prosperous capital city and a drizzle fell.
The vendors on both sides of the street began to pack up their stalls. The undulating red buildings were covered with a layer of mist, and the whole city became hazy.
In the western part of the capital, in front of the Tianlao gate.
Zhang Tianren, dressed in armor, frowned and looked at the sky, his brows full of worry.
A middle-aged general beside him patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Young man, don't always worry about your worries. The boss has already reported your name on the list. You can take part in the military imperial examination next year."
Zhang Tianren just turned eighteen this year. His mother was pregnant with him when she was imprisoned and was beheaded after giving birth to him. He was raised by the jailers of Tianlao. The older generation of jailers treated him as their own son and taught him various martial arts. He also worked hard and made many achievements.
Zhang Tianren retracted his gaze and shook his head, "I always feel that something is going to happen in the prison."
"Nonsense! Under the emperor's feet, is there anyone who dares to rob the prison?"
The middle-aged general cursed with a smile, and the other guards nearby all laughed.
In the capital, Tianlao is the safest place and their duties are simple. They enjoy their current life, which is not tiring but has high salaries.
Zhang Tianren smiled helplessly. He also felt that he might be overthinking it.
Since the founding of Dajing, there have been several rebellions in the capital, but Tianlao has always been the most stable.
As night fell, the rain stopped and the trees beside the prison were dripping with raindrops, creating ripples in the potholes on the ground.
Zhang Tianren was chatting with his brothers about what to eat in the evening when he suddenly heard a melodious flute sound.
He looked up and saw that the attics on both sides of the street in front of the prison gate were closed and no one was in sight.
"what sound?"
"Didn't you see anyone?"
"Why didn't I hear it?"
"Two years ago, your wicked wife found you at the Fragrant House and slapped you so hard that your ears are no longer working. Of course, you can't hear anything."
As the guards were talking, the middle-aged general's face changed drastically and he screamed, "Not good! Cover your ears!"
After hearing this, the guards were frightened but they still subconsciously covered their ears, including Zhang Tianren.
Zhang Tianren suddenly saw a thick fog coming from the end of the street. A figure was looming in the fog, and from his figure it could be seen that he was playing the flute.
"Someone is trying to break into the prison?"
Such a thought popped up in Zhang Tianren's mind, and just as he was about to speak, the ground shook violently.
Boom boom
Everyone tried to keep their steps steady. Zhang Tianren noticed something and subconsciously turned his head to look.
With a loud bang, the door of the sky prison exploded, and the heavy prison door was blown into countless wooden splinters. Zhang Tianren's cheek was scratched, and he widened his eyes.
A figure stepped out of the prison. He was wearing ragged prison clothes, his hands and feet were wrapped in iron chains, his hair was disheveled, his back was hunched, and he was breathing heavily.
He raised his head, revealing a pair of pupil-less white eyes under his messy black hair, flashing coldly in the darkness.
"Ghost Eyes...Evil King..."
A guard said in a trembling voice, then fell to the ground.
The Ghost-Eyed Evil King stepped forward, and the iron chains on his feet were still around the neck of a jailer. He dragged the jailer out of the darkness. The jailer was still alive, his eyes bulged out, his face flushed red, and he grabbed the chains with both hands , trying hard to break free.
When Zhang Tianren saw this scene, his eyes turned red. He immediately drew his sword and rushed towards the Ghost-Eyed Evil King.
The Ghost-Eyed Evil King suddenly rushed up to him, locked his neck with his right hand, and slammed him to the ground, causing gravel to fly everywhere.
Zhang Tianren nearly fainted. His internal organs were severely damaged and blood spurted out of his mouth.
The Ghost-Eyed Evil King grinned, and his smile was extremely ferocious, like an evil ghost in the human world.
Just as he was about to kill Zhang Tianren, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and a voice floated over: "Don't forget the business."
Hearing this, the Ghost-Eyed Evil King stopped, leaped several feet high, dragged the jailer entangled in iron chains into the woods, and quickly disappeared.
A large number of jailers ran out of the prison gate, most of them were injured. The middle-aged general ran to Zhang Tianren and checked his injuries.
Zhang Tianren stared at the direction where the Ghost-Eyed Evil King disappeared, his heart filled with frustration. He thought he was strong enough, but he didn't expect to be defeated by the opponent in one encounter.
…
Inside the house, the oil lamp flickered.
Jiang Changsheng was meditating and practicing martial arts when he suddenly felt uneasy and had a feeling that something was going to happen.
He opened his eyes and thought to himself, "There is no frog croaking tonight, there must be murderous intent."
He felt the surging true energy in his body and felt a little relieved.
The enemy should not be much stronger than Taoist Qingxu, otherwise he would have been killed long ago.
After one stick of incense.
Jiang Changsheng suddenly heard shouting coming from the bottom of the mountain, but the distance was too far and even as a cultivator he couldn't hear it clearly.
The enemy won’t force its way in, right?
Jiang Changsheng frowned and thought, after all, this is the capital city, and it is a Taoist temple designated by the emperor. If the matter gets out of hand, the emperor will definitely investigate.
at the same time.
On the mountain road halfway up the mountain, the Ghost-Eyed Evil King was walking on the stone steps, holding a Taoist priest's neck in each hand. The jailer behind him, who was dragged by iron chains, was covered in blood and no longer in human form.
Under the moonlit night, thunderclouds suddenly gathered and a flash of lightning cut through the night sky, making the capital city as bright as day. The face of the Ghost-Eyed Evil King was illuminated in an instant, looking so hideous and terrifying.
"How dare you! How dare you break into Longqi Temple!"
An angry shout from a Taoist priest came from above, and then a Taoist priest came towards him with a sword. He leaped up and stabbed with his sword. The blade cut through the night sky, and a cold light flashed.
The Ghost-Eyed Evil King pinched the Taoist's neck with his right hand, and then slapped out with his palm. His true energy burst out, turning into a gust of bloody wind and crashed into the Taoist holding the sword head-on.
puff--
The Taoist priest holding the sword was hit by the bloody wind, vomiting blood and falling up, like a kite with a broken string, and hit the steps. He covered his chest and wanted to stand up, but his blood rushed to his heart, and he fainted with his head tilted.
"Longqi Temple? It's nothing special. It just got the favor of the real dragon."
The Ghost-Eyed Evil King snorted, his hoarse voice full of disdain.
He quickened his pace and rushed up the mountain like a ghost.
…
The door opened, Qing Ku ran in, and said in fear: "Brother, there are thieves coming up the mountain, and I order you to go and provide support."
When Jiang Changsheng heard this, he immediately stood up and walked out of the room with Qing Ku.
Arriving at the courtyard, Jiang Changsheng jumped and disappeared into the night. Qing Ku stood there in a daze. He gritted his teeth and hurriedly chased after him.
In front of the gate of Longqi Temple, the Ghost-Eyed Evil King stopped, he loosened his hands, and two corpses fell down.
Thunder roared across the night sky, illuminating the stone steps behind him, which were strewn with corpses. Blood flowed down the steps and spread into the darkness.
Inside the gate, Meng Qiuhe stood on the small bridge holding a sword, staring angrily at the Ghost Eyed Evil King, and shouted in a deep voice: "Who are you, and why are you slaughtering my Longqi Temple?"
The Ghost Eyed Evil King grinned and said, "You are a dying man who wants to drag some people down with you. Since old Qingxu is not here, you can die first!"
He rushed towards Meng Qiuhe suddenly, as fast as thunder. Meng Qiuhe's face changed, and he swung his sword quickly, slashing out with sword energy and killing the opponent head-on.
The Ghost-Eyed Evil King struck out with a palm that was so powerful that it dispersed the sword energy and knocked Meng Qiuhe flying, crashing through the wall of the attic behind him and raising a cloud of dust.
"A bunch of trash. I didn't expect that my last battle would be to kill a bunch of chickens and dogs."
The Ghost-Eyed Evil King retracted his palm and snorted with disdain. He walked towards Meng Qiuhe, but suddenly stopped after a few steps.
