"Master, Old Man Pang!" Jiang Changan hissed.

"Let's go!" Chen Pingsheng hugged his waist and exerted all his strength, struggling to retreat backwards. Fortunately, he is the strength of the Qi Realm, and ordinary people say that they can't even get into it.

Boom –

As soon as he was dragged to a place twenty meters away, there was a loud bang behind him, and the entire house was razed to the ground, and dozens of people were injured by the crowd watching the excitement around him.

"Master—"

Jiang Changan sat on the ground with a numb face, everything happened too suddenly, and his chest rose and fell rapidly because of emotional fluctuations, and then slowly subsided.

"Burst Flame Talisman, the only clue left is Burst Flame Talisman, there are countless places where Shenggu Shenzhou has created Burst Flame Talisman, looking for a needle in a haystack with this, and I don't know if the murderer did it on purpose, but why did they attack a little teacher?"

Chen Ping had a layer of frost on his face, although Pang Ershui was a little improper, but he was really good to every disciple and was a real teacher.

didn't hear Jiang Chang'an's reply, Chen Pingsheng looked worriedly, only to find that those eyes had become calm and terrifying, similar to the situation just now.

Jiang Changan suddenly stood up, ignored the call behind him, and walked towards the Jiang Mansion like a walking corpse.

A strong uneasiness surged in his heart, although Pang Ershui also had grievances in the palace, Jiang Changan could feel that these people were clearly coming at him, what he wanted to do now was to make sure that the condition of his second brother Jiang Lingfeng was in advance.

Entering the gate of the house, the people in the house were in a hurry, as if something big had happened.

Jiang Changan stretched out his hand to stop a guard, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

Seeing that it was the little boy who stopped him, the guard hurriedly saluted in a hurry, and said, "Qi Yu little boy, Ling Feng boy, he ......."

"My second brother is back?!" Jiang Changan's eyes lit up, and he was about to run in the direction of Jiang Lingfeng's residence.

"No, it's ......" The guard hesitated, suddenly knelt on the ground, and said: "The little one doesn't dare to deceive the prince, it's the news from the capital that the prince Ling Feng was assassinated at the farewell banquet of the Nine Emperors...... Dead ......"

Jiang Changan snorted, and his whole body had slammed into the door frame! He was already suffering from a serious illness, and now he had just woken up and his pulse had not been stabilized for a few days, and his body was weak, if he hadn't been picked up by the guards in time, he would have fallen to the ground long ago.

"Little boy!

Jiang Changan waved his hand to signal that there was nothing to do, and did not ask the Nine Emperor Princes too much, but asked, "Let me ask you again, where was Jiang Xiaoru at that time?"

His voice is weak, but every word is murderous!

"The person who reported it said that he was also at the banquet, and was preparing to say goodbye to Ling Feng Gongzi after the banquet, and came back first......

Jiang Changan only felt that the surroundings were dark, and the words Mu Huaqing said were still fresh in his memory, lingering in his ears, coupled with several ups and downs in one night, his body was fluttering without any strength, and he was shaking, and then his chest was bored, he was sweating, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, soaking through his clothes and blooming dazzling flowers.

"Childe!"

......

In the twenty-sixth year of Jinghe, Jiang Lingfeng died at the banquet of the Nine Emperor Princes Xia Ji, for unknown reasons.

Seven days later, Jiang Lingfeng's body was escorted back to Jiangzhou, and the Jiang family did not ask the royal family about it, and mourned in secret. Jiang Changan left Jiangzhou in a rage, and there was no news.

For a time, Jiangzhou was shaken-

......

Three years later, in Yingzhou, thousands of miles away from Jiangzhou, Fangdao Mountain Qinglian Sect.

As the orthodoxy of the thousand-year-old Daomen, the Qinglian Sect was at its peak a hundred years ago, and tens of thousands of people recited the scriptures in the martial arts arena, and the grand scene was unparalleled.

In this way, it should have been the best in Yingzhou, but after hundreds of years, the Blue Lotus Sect gradually declined. Now don't talk about 10,000 people, even 1,000 people have to suffer for a few days.

In front of the mountain gate, a seventeen-year-old handsome young man Qing Hui was wearing a simple green shirt and stepping on a pair of bast shoes, both his posture and his hooking peach blossom eyes were a little lazy.

He yawned, looked at some handsome female disciples who occasionally rubbed shoulders and played together, and laughed non-stop in the spring light for a moment when the breeze was blowing, even if he provoked a white eye, his face was full of enjoyment.

"It's good to be alive!"

A lean middle-aged man trotted all the way to Shenyue and stroked five locks of long hair, which was quite personable.

Nearly forty years old, it's a pity that he has sharp-beaked monkey gills, and his eyes are shining with silver light.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency, is it the gentleman who came to take the alchemy course?" the lean man asked loudly from a distance, looking at the person in front of him repeatedly.

Jiang Chang'an's age was beyond his imagination.

Indeed, although Jiang Changan has grown much taller than three years ago, and he is no longer childish, this seventeen-year-old age is placed at the moment, and no matter how he dresses, he does not look like a middle-aged man in his thirties as required in the notice.

"That's right, Jiang Changan. Seeing the other party constantly scrutinizing back and forth, Jiang Changan smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. Contemptible Wen Chuyuan, a seven-rank spirit master, is responsible for teaching formations and runes, I see you ......"

Speaking of the Spirit Master, Wen Chuyuan's expression was arrogant, and he shook the seven copper coins sewn on the cuffs intentionally or unintentionally, and looked at his bare coarse cloth sleeves again, and stopped talking.

No different from the alchemist, the nine coins to one coin of the Imperial Spirit Master represent the lowest nine to the highest one respectively, due to the scarcity of the number, the seven coins are already a revered status for a medium-sized sect like the Qinglian Sect.

Looking at Jiang Chang'an again, even if he left out the point that there was no sign on his body, this age was the same as that of a disciple, and in Wen Chuyuan's opinion, he would never be qualified to become an alchemist.

Jiang Changan smiled and said: "I know what Mr. thinks, I have a letter of recommendation here, whether it is successful or not, I still want to give it a try first." ”

Wen Chuyuan glanced at it casually, his expression of contempt became even heavier, and he stretched out his hand and rubbed it when he glanced around.

"Uh...... Mr. Wen, do you have itchy hands?"

“......”

"Shouldn't the assessment be conducted in the hospital, why is there still money here?"

"The rule just set by the Great Elder, everyone who comes to take the exam has to pay some first sight gifts, not much, five taels of silver. Wen Chuyuan said with a sneer.

"I don't have any money, I don't. Jiang Changan said innocently.

"I don't have the money to be a gentleman, get out of here!"

"Hey, let me tell you, I am related to your sect master, and when your sect master sees me, he will kneel there and call me...... Alas, don't push me, do it...... Do it, right, I'll tell you that if I don't see you, I'll kill you, so don't slap your face......"

......

"Five taels! It's enough for me to support my old age!"

After Wen Chu left, Jiang Changan was not dying, and took a picture of a puddle of unknown liquid in the corner of the wall.

"A talent, as a teacher, teaching and educating people, instructing the right way. ”

So I took a few steps around the high wall and found a secluded place, and climbed over the wall to enter.

The Qinglian Sect has a vast terrain and several high-rise buildings, which can be described as majestic and magnificent, and the momentum is extraordinary.

The mountain roads are vertical and horizontal, high and low, all of them are paved with cyan sand and gravel, growing a layer of moss, wearing flowers around the trees, dividing water and passing stones, elegant and revealing the atmosphere.

At this time, there were dozens of young disciples strolling in the central martial arts arena, wearing yellow satin, most of these people were men, their spirits were graceful, and they were obviously not weak in Taoism. Such a group of people walked together, and the fairy wind was boneless, attracting bees, butterflies, and birds, flying back and forth.

But it didn't take long for Jiang Changan to gradually understand that the Qinglian Sect was divided into four branches of Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, the best of which was the disciple of the Tianzi Branch in yellow clothes that Jiang Changan had just seen, and the worse one was the Dizi Branch in Qingyi.

On the other side of the martial arts arena stood the disciples of the Xuan and Huang courtyards dressed in black and white robes, but the martial arts arena had been occupied, and they could only watch with their eyes, and their spirit was a big difference.

"Where there are really people, there is ......competition," Jiang Changan chuckled.

He does not deny that this kind of classification of good and bad grades has the advantages of common competition and common progress, but he cannot agree with the so-called "healthy competition." Where there is competition, there must be an ugly side, and it has to be said to be so elegant.

Jiang Changan was dizzy and didn't look for the location of the Zixia Pavilion, and was about to find someone to ask, when a chubby white-clothed disciple was about to run over from his side.

Jiang Changan hurriedly stopped him and said with a smile: "Little brother, how do you get to Zixia Pavilion?"