The fourth prince, Jiang Yu.

Jiang Changsheng knew about him, and learned from Chen Li that Jiang Yu was his biological brother, with the same father and mother, and the son of the empress. It was said that it was because of Jiang Yu that the empress stopped being crazy.

Hearing that it was the emperor who directed Jiang Yu to come, Jiang Changsheng began to think a lot.

Could it be that the emperor already recognized him, why didn't he directly acknowledge him?

Jiang Changsheng couldn't ask about this directly, so he asked: "Do you want to practice martial arts with me?"

Jiang Yu said excitedly: "Yes, my father said that you are only two years older than me, but you have already surpassed the first-class level. You should be my master. I will satisfy you whatever you want, gold, silver, treasures, rare treasures."

Strange treasure, just say it."

Jiang Changsheng thought for a moment. With the prince's relationship, at least he would not be so passive in the future. He would not have to hide at all. After all, his enemies knew he was here.

"Since it is His Majesty's order, I naturally cannot refuse. It is also an honor for me to teach His Highness martial arts. But let me first say that the martial arts I teach are all my own creations and are not Long Qiguan's martial arts."

Jiang Changsheng said seriously. Jiang Yu was overjoyed and immediately knelt down to kowtow. The two guards were shocked, but fortunately Jiang Changsheng helped Jiang Yu in time.

This guy is really reckless...

Making the prince kowtow is a serious crime of beheading!

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, grinned and said, "Okay, Brother Changsheng!"

He couldn't wait to urge: "Brother Changsheng, please teach me quickly. My goal is to acquire unparalleled martial arts, expand my territory for my great future, and level the barbaric wilderness. I just turned twelve years old a few days ago. My former father

The emperor did not allow me to practice martial arts before I was twelve years old, but you were the first person to teach me martial arts."

Jiang Changsheng thought for a while and decided to teach Jiang Yu the Divine Shadow Leg.

The Shadow Kick was the first martial art he learned. It was so powerful that one leg could break muscles and bones. He had already achieved a powerful state of releasing his true energy and kicking out strange phenomena.

Jiang Changsheng began to teach the cultivation method of Shenying Leg. The two guards avoided suspicion and retreated outside the door, closing the door.

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 outside.

Qing Ku returned to the room and asked excitedly: "Brother, are you the prince's master now?"

Jiang Changsheng shook his head and laughed: "I'm just teaching His Highness martial arts. How can I be a master? Don't talk nonsense."

Qing Ku disagreed: "That's very strong. The prince will be your supporter from now on. I traveled around the world before and found that this world is a world of human relationships. If you do the same thing with different identities and relationships, the results will be completely different."

He seemed to have thought of something sad, and his smile disappeared.

Jiang Changsheng has always been curious about what he went through, but he never refused to tell.

The room fell into silence.

After a while, Qing Ku said goodbye. Jiang Changsheng was the only one left in the room, and he could finally practice with peace of mind.

After the first assassination failed, the enemy would inevitably attack a second time, and Jiang Changsheng had to become as strong as possible.

Jiang Changsheng's cultivation at the third level of Taoist Natural Skills is enough to surpass Long Qiguan. For the moment, he has not met anyone with more Qi than him, but he is not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, so he cannot relax.

How can a cultivator be killed by a group of mortal warriors?

…

Dusk fell, dark clouds enveloped the bustling capital, and a gentle drizzle fell.

Vendors on both sides of the street began to close their stalls one after another. The rolling red buildings were covered with a layer of mist, and the whole city became hazy.

XC District, Beijing, in front of Tianlao Gate.

Zhang Tianren, who was dressed in armor, frowned and looked at the sky, his brows filled with worry.

A middle-aged general next to him patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Young man, don't be worried all the time. The boss has already reported your name list, and you can take part in the martial arts examination next year."

Zhang Tianren has just turned eighteen this year. His mother was pregnant with him when she was imprisoned. She was beheaded after giving birth to him. He was brought up by the guards of Tianlao. The older generation of guards regarded him as their biological son.

He was taught various martial arts skills, and he did indeed live up to his expectations and made meritorious deeds many times.

Zhang Tianren looked away, shook his head and said, "I always feel that something is going to happen in Tianlao."

"That's nonsense. Is there anyone who dares to rob a prison under the emperor's feet?"

The middle-aged general laughed and cursed, and all the other guards nearby laughed.

In the capital, Tianlao is the safest place, and their responsibilities are also very simple. They enjoy their current life, not tired, but their salary is high.

Zhang Tianren smiled helplessly, and he also felt that he might have thought too much.

Since the founding of Dajing, although there have been several rebellions in the capital, Tianlao has always been the most stable.

The night gradually fell and the rain stopped. The trees next to the sky prison were dripping with raindrops, causing ripples in the potholes on the ground.

Zhang Tianren was chatting with his brothers about what to eat for dinner when he suddenly heard the sound of a melodious flute.

He looked up and saw that the attics on both sides of the street in front of the Tianlao gate were closed, and no one could be seen.

"what sound?"

"Didn't you see anyone?"

"Why didn't I hear it?"

"Two years ago, when you went to Fangxiang Building, your evil wife discovered you and slapped your ears so hard that of course you couldn't hear them."

The guards were discussing, and the middle-aged general's face changed drastically, and he exclaimed: "No! Cover your ears!"

As soon as these words came out, although the guards were frightened, they subconsciously covered their ears, including Zhang Tianren.

Zhang Tianren suddenly saw a heavy fog coming from the end of the street. There was a figure looming in the fog. From his figure, he could be seen playing the flute.

"Someone wants to rob the prison?"

Such a thought came to Zhang Tianren's mind, and just as he was about to speak, the ground shook violently.

Rumble——

Everyone tried to steady their steps. Zhang Tianren noticed something and subconsciously turned his head to look.

There was a loud bang, and the prison door exploded. The heavy prison door was blasted into countless wooden thorns. Zhang Tianren's cheek was scratched, and his eyes widened.

A figure stepped out from the sky prison. This person was wearing a shabby prison uniform, his hands and feet were tied with iron chains, his hair was disheveled, his back was hunched, and he was breathing heavily.

He raised his head, revealing a pair of white eyes without pupils under his messy black hair, shining coldly in the dark night.

"Ghost Eyes...Evil King..."

A guard said tremblingly, then fell to the ground.

The Evil King of Ghost Eyes stepped forward, and the iron chains on his feet actually strangled the neck of a jailer, dragging his body out of the darkness. The jailer was still alive, with bulging eyes and a red face.

He grabbed the chain with both hands and tried hard to break free.

Zhang Tianren's eyes turned red when he saw this scene. He immediately drew his sword and rushed towards the Ghost Eye Evil King.

Ghost Eye Evil King suddenly rushed in front of him, locked his neck with his right hand, and smashed him to the ground, causing gravel to fly everywhere.

Zhang Tianren almost fainted, his internal organs were severely damaged, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

The Evil King with Ghost Eyes grinned, his smile was extremely ferocious, like an evil ghost in the human world.

Just when he was about to kill Zhang Tianren, the sound of the flute suddenly stopped, and a voice floated over: "Don't forget the business."

Hearing this, the Ghost Eyed Evil King stopped, jumped several feet high, dragged the jailer entangled in chains, jumped into the woods, and quickly disappeared.

A large number of jailers ran out of the prison door, most of them injured. The middle-aged general ran to Zhang Tianren to check his injuries.

Zhang Tianren stared at the direction where the Ghost Eye Evil King disappeared, his heart full of frustration. He thought he was strong enough, but he didn't expect that he would be defeated in a single confrontation.

…

Inside the house, oil lamps flickered.

Jiang Changsheng was meditating and practicing. He suddenly felt uneasy and felt that something was going to happen.

He opened his eyes and thought to himself: "If there are no frogs crowing tonight, there must be murderous intent."

He felt the surging energy in his body and felt a little at ease.

The enemy should not be much stronger than Taoist Master 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 he, an immortal cultivator, could not hear it clearly.

The enemy won't force their way in, right?

Jiang Changsheng frowned and thought, after all, this is the capital city and a Taoist temple appointed by the emperor. If the trouble gets bigger, the emperor will definitely investigate him.

at the same time.

On the mountain road halfway up the mountain, Ghost Eye Evil King was walking on the stone steps, holding the neck of a Taoist priest with each hand. Behind him, the jailer who was dragged by chains was covered in blood and no longer human.

Under the moonlit night, thunderclouds suddenly gathered, and a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, making the capital seem like daylight. The face of the Ghost-Eyed Evil King was illuminated in an instant, making him look so ferocious and terrifying.

"Bold! How dare you force your way into Longqi Temple!"
To be continued...