I'm not a psychopath!

‘What does the letter from the dynasty have to do with me? ’ Jiang Qing on the stage was very puzzled.

Everyone knows about the invasion of the demon clan. As one of the five great immortal sects, Ziyun Sect is bound to take action.

But even if any decision is made, it will be a decision between high-level officials. He is just a foundation-building disciple, and is still some distance away from the Golden Core. No matter how much you think about it, you can't compete with him.

Why did the master come to find me?

Jiang Qing walked down from the ring and accepted the golden envelope handed by Qing Su. It was better to say it was an envelope than an invitation.

He glanced through it quickly and quickly understood the purpose of the invitation.

The war between the human and demon clans is a huge war, ranging from decades to hundreds of years. In order to defend their homeland, during this period, almost all monks above the foundation level participated in the war.

Before the establishment of this behemoth dynasty, the Immortal Sect had always taken the lead and led the monks in their respective territories to form their own demon-slaying teams.

After the establishment of the dynasty, the human race became more powerful and organized an army of immortal cultivators. Wherever the army went, the monsters retreated and did not dare to attack.

Members of the military.

Most of them come from various major sects.

Time goes back to 10,000 years ago, when the ancestors of several major immortal sects signed an agreement with the dynasty, stipulating that all disciples above the foundation building stage were obliged to join the army.

Let’s protect humanity together.

Although the dynasty later became stronger and stronger and there was no need for the disciples of the sect to replenish their troops, this time the monster clan came with great force and the front suffered heavy casualties.

"So you're recruiting disciples to join the army?"

Jiang Qing was confused, he shouldn't be the only one to be recruited, right? What about the other disciples of the sect?

Then look down.

In order to cultivate the vitality of the younger generation, the current national master took the lead in establishing a training camp for top disciples.

If the war becomes critical in the future and the sect's assistance is needed, the disciples who have completed the training will directly take up military positions and lead the army of immortal cultivators to fight.

"So that's it."

Jiang Qing understood.

It sounds similar to some military schools in previous lives.

He looked towards the other end of the square, and sure enough, Elder Lingxu was also holding a letter and was standing in front of Luo Hua, saying something.

Qing Su waited patiently for Jiang Qing to read the invitation letter, and then whispered in his ear:

"If you don't want to go, we won't go. Although our ancestors have established rules with the dynasty, the rules only apply to the weak.

As long as the master is here.

No one can force you to do things. The worst that can happen is that the master will go to the Demon Realm to kill in your name and make a full contribution. This can be regarded as not breaking the rules of the ancestors. "

"It is our duty to defend our home and country!"

Then Jiang Qing asked again. "Is there any reward for going into battle to slay demons?"

As long as there is a reward, he is still happy to go, and the same goes for taking on sect tasks anyway.

Whether it is a military position or other rewards, they are all considered to be profitable. If there is no profit, he will never do it. He is not from this world, so how can he have any feelings for family and country?

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

Except for his master and senior brother who were kind to him.

"Of course." Qing Su smiled.

"And the reward is not low, it is not impossible to pay a visit to the Duke." She finally understood that her apprentice was a small money fan.

Jiang Qing chuckled.

"Then my disciple is going to pack his luggage."

"Well, go ahead."

Qing Su was very satisfied with Jiang Qing's choice. A gentleman's actions don't matter his heart, and it doesn't matter what his motives are.

Moreover, as the pillar of the training sect, there is no harm in adding some resume.

However, if Jiang Qing chooses not to go, she will respect her apprentice's choice. Anyway, this is not the only way to gild, but it just happened to be delivered to her door now.

Imperial city, royal palace.

In Taifu's private room.

"The training location designated by the Imperial Master is Qianyu City." The Taifu turned his back to the Seventh Prince and spoke after a long time.

Behind him, the prince in rich attire bowed respectfully, then narrowed his eyes and saw that his fists were covered with old calluses.

"In the frontier border area, near the sea, there is only a barren mountain there in my memory." Bailiye thought for a while and replied.

"Well, this is the strange place. The Imperial City Martial Arts Arena, the Eight Hundred Miles of Zhulu Mountain, and Qiushui. You can't train anywhere, but you have to go to that barren mountain."

The master frowned.

"Who knows what the Imperial Master is thinking." Bailiye shook his head, picked up the teapot, helped the teacher make tea and put it on the table next to him, "Maybe he was afraid that someone powerful would put his hand in."

"After all, this is the first training camp for top disciples. I don't know how many family forces, princes and nobles want to send their children to be gold-plated and spend money to buy off the training staff."

"makes sense."

The Taifu naturally picked up the tea and took a sip, his brows relaxed and he said, "The Imperial Master must have thought a lot about doing this. I can rest assured that he will do things. I can just listen to his arrangements."

"Yeah." Bailiye nodded.

"This large-scale invasion by the demon clan is the best time. It is said that achievements are made in troubled times. Seventh Prince, you have followed me for so many years and have endured for so many years. It is time to start showing off your edge." Taifu said with sharp eyes. .

"I think so too!"

Bailiye thought for a while and continued: "But the fourth brother seems to be planning to participate in this training. I'm afraid he will do anything."

"boom--!"

The Taifu snorted coldly, obviously he had been dissatisfied with the fourth prince for a long time. He dropped the tea cup heavily on the desk and cursed:

"The fourth prince deceives his superiors and does evil things. He thinks he is so powerful that even I don't take him seriously. This time I want to frustrate his spirit."

"This time, don't try to do anything."

The Grand Tutor walked to the window and released a spirit bird. As the teacher of the princes, he knew the character of each student very well.

For the foundation of the dynasty.

It's time for the seventh prince to show his edge.

Taiyi Sect, Miaoxuan Daochang.

Taoism follows nature, and the sound of scriptures is ethereal.

A Taoist priest in a Taoist robe walked through the corridor, the whisk in his hand moved with the wind, and a flash of joy flashed in his eyes.

Soon, he walked into a courtyard.

There was only a cushion in the courtyard, and someone was sitting on the cushion meditating. There was a word "Jun" written on the ink-colored Taoist robe. It seemed that the strokes were elegant, but if you looked at it for a long time, you would be inexplicably upset and angry.

"My good disciple Wudao, your invitation letter is here." Mo Ling took out an envelope.

The young man with black hair and black eyes and a stern face took the letter, opened it and read it for a while.

"Training?" He threw the invitation aside in annoyance. "Don't give me such boring things next time. It's not worth my participation."

"Good disciple, you can't stay in seclusion and meditate all day. You should meet the heroes from all over the world. Competition can help you improve faster."

"Relying on those rotten fish and shrimp?"

Suddenly, a figure holding a sword appeared in the young man's eyes. "Are the people from Ziyun Sect going?"

"Of course, all the invited disciples this time are the top disciples of each sect, but disciple, you can't break through the realm again. If you enter the Nascent Soul, you will not be on the list." Mo Ling saw that there was a chance and was extremely excited.

He handed over the prepared luggage. This time he wanted to let everyone in the world know that his disciple was called Jun Wudao, who was an existence that they could not reach.

Only when his disciple became famous, he, as a master, would have a bright face.

"Well, meditation is boring. It's time to stretch your muscles." Jun Wudao stood up, and his slender shadow was reflected on the ground, dark and deep.

He took the luggage.

"I went."