Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

If he didn't mention this, the tree might be tortured in a blink of an eye.

Before leaving, Wayne suddenly remembered something:

"How is Hai Wuya doing recently?"

He is not a member of the Wuji Society, but Hai Wuya can be considered one.

Moreover, Hai Wuya can be regarded as a strange person in the Wuji Association where all the heroes are gathered. He is ranked 60th among the seventy-two sages.

"Still studying." The official from Tianlao replied:

"For thirty years in Tianlao before and after, the books he read were all miscellaneous books on medical skills, meridians, herbal medicines, human acupuncture points, etc. Although there were also martial arts secret books, they were not deeply involved, and they were all non-profound external skills. "

"What a strange man." Wayne nodded:

"It is indeed extraordinary to be able to study in a place like Tianlao for thirty years."

Hai Wuya is a strange person.

He was a well-known Confucian scholar in his early years. Unexpectedly, he failed in the imperial examinations year after year and lost his reputation year after year.

In anger, he cut off his hair and became a monk. He entered the Shaolin Temple, which was not yet destroyed at that time, and became a warrior monk.

At that time, everyone thought that he had suffered a huge blow and was about to abandon literature and join martial arts.

Who would have known that this person had extraordinary qualifications in martial arts, and he practiced the fierce martial arts of the Shaolin Temple. His progress was rapid, and he had already reached the fourth level of training in just ten years.

Later, the imperial court recruited him as a military attache, and he readily agreed.

The world thought that when a martial arts superstar was rising, Hai Wuya actually gave up martial arts and became a civil servant. He said that he had no intention of fighting for supremacy on the battlefield, and he did not despise the courage of ordinary people. He only became an official to help the world and benefit the people, and to show what he had learned. .

He spent another ten years transitioning from a military officer to a civilian official, and finally became the Minister of Rites at the age of fifty, becoming a second-rank official in the court, which became a legend.

Hai Wuya later mentioned this past incident, and said that when he was young, he had received advice from a noble man, saying that practicing martial arts was a shortcut to becoming an official, so he cut off his hair and became a monk.

The so-called Zhongnan shortcut is that if you want to be an official, you don't need to take the imperial examination. You must first go to Zhongnan Mountain to become a hermit.

After your reputation as a hermit is packaged beautifully, officials from the imperial court will naturally come to you and invite you to join the court as an official.

This is the ultimate shortcut for a scholar to become an official.

The shortcut for a warrior to become an official in the Great Yan Dynasty was to practice martial arts hard.

As long as your martial arts skills are strong enough and your life experience is not stained, at worst you can get a job as an official.

Practicing martial arts in Haiwuya was actually an idea that came about after being prompted by a noble person.

Hai Wuya's martial arts training was never the goal, but just a way to become an official.

"Hai Wuya...how far has his martial arts cultivation fallen to?" Wayne asked.

In a place like Tianlao, the food you usually eat is gruel that only satisfies your hunger. The environment is dark and humid, and snakes, insects, rats, and ants are not uncommon. It is not a high-end place.

It would be strange if Wufu's energy and blood did not decline after staying in such a place for a long time.

What's more, Hai Wuya is already old, and he was still a martial artist from his family in his early years.

This question stopped the prison officer. He quickly waved his hand and called Fangyuan, the young jailer in charge of the area where Qiao Mu and others were.

"It's the eighth grade." Fangyuan replied respectfully.

"Eighth level? How do I remember that his Qi and blood have declined to the ninth level?" Wayne was surprised.

Fangyuan said respectfully:

"About half a year ago, he returned to the eighth level of martial arts."

"Can this price go back up?" Wayne also exclaimed.

Old age, infirmity, birth, old age, illness and death are all human nature.

It is normal for a martial artist's Qi and blood to decline as he gets older, especially for a foreign martial artist like Hai Wuya.

External martial artists often advance faster than internal martial artists, especially those who practice hard and horizontal kung fu. As long as they are hard enough and are not afraid of pain, practicing the style of golden bell, iron cloth, iron sand palm, etc. will be quicker than practicing slowly. too much.

But the pain accumulated in early years often erupts in middle age and old age.

Some foreign warriors who practice martial arts improperly have abundant energy and blood in their prime, but in their old age they are even weaker and more depressed than ordinary people.

On this side of the sea, martial arts training is only for those who are famous and serve as officials. Naturally, they will decline faster than ordinary martial artists.

What surprised Wayne was that Hai Wuya, who is over eighty years old, could still rise in value?

And this is a Tianlao. How can you get up there with just that little gruel?

Thinking of this, Wayne unconsciously held down the secret book in his arms, and a strange idea came to his mind.

He knew that Hai Wuya was also a member of the Wuji Association.

The noble man who originally guided him to practice martial arts was the martial saint who had not yet been called a saint.

Chapter 117 Martial Arts Pioneer (4k

Within the prison.

"Master Qiao, this is the roasted chicken with honey sauce that is a specialty of Beijing. Can you see if it is cooked enough... No, is it fragrant enough?"

The young jailer Fangyuan handed a roast chicken to Qiao Mu, who ate it until his mouth was full of oil.

"Not bad, good enough." Qiao Mu nodded happily.

He didn't expect that he could still enjoy such treatment in this heavenly prison, which almost made him wonder if there was someone with evil intentions who wanted to save his life.

However, after careful consideration, Qiao Mu rejected this possibility.

As an assassin who assassinated the emperor and a warrior who broke the statues, he offended the nine immortal sects and Emperor Yonghe at the same time.

Let alone him, even if the Martial Saint is resurrected, he will not be able to walk out of the prison alive.

No one can save Qiao Mu's life, this wave will definitely save a group of people.

And the person who invited him to eat roast chicken was probably no one else, but the little jailer in front of him.

"This guy is young, but he has very good eyesight." Qiao Mu chuckled and said with a deliberate smile:

"After you have eaten and drank enough, is it time to punish me? Why don't you pull out my toenails first?"

He said this on purpose.

Anyway, he has mastered the disintegration of demons and has reached an unparalleled level in the world. Although his meridians are cut off, he can use it with just a stream of energy and blood. If the punishment is too much, he will commit suicide on the spot. What are he afraid of?

"Uh..." What Qiao Mu said with a smile made Fang Yuan, who was used to punishment and abuse, a little confused and could only laugh and said:

"Master Qiao is joking. You are a felon named by His Majesty. Unless Master Wayne Wei nods, you are not allowed to be executed without permission."

Qiao Mu glanced at the jailer Fangyuan with a half-smile.

This guy is really a ghost.

Ever since he was interrogated by Wayne yesterday, Qiao Mu had noticed some slight changes in the jailers' attitude towards him.

He guessed that this might be Wayne's influence, so he deliberately tried to test it out just now.

As for this boy named Fangyuan, although he is not very old, he is very thoughtful.

He heard Qiao Mu's temptation and cooperated a little bit about Wayne.

"I'm full. Let's take the remaining half chicken to Lao Hai next door." Qiao Mu said.

When he eats chicken, it just makes a bird appear in his mouth, which is enough to satisfy his appetite.

Hai Wuya, who is next door, looks a little weak. Qiao Mu also didn't want to see the prisoner next door, who suddenly felt like Lao Qian, so he mentioned it casually.

"Old Qiao, you do have your heart." Hai Wuya nodded and did not refuse.

After all, he is also an old warrior with declining energy and blood. It would be a good thing if he could nourish his body with roast chicken.

However, he was taciturn. He simply said thank you and was immersed in the world of books again.

Qiao Mu didn't care, he just borrowed the chicken to offer to the Buddha and did it casually.

He then turned to look at the jailer Fang Yuan.

"Tell me, what do you want from me? There are patients at home, do you want to get some blood on the steamed buns?" Qiao Muhun said nonchalantly.

"Master Qiao regards life and death as nothing, and Fangyuan admires him..." Fangyuan flattered her and said deeply;

"But how did Master Qiao know that I have a sick little sister at home...but she has already disappeared."

Are you starting to talk about your miserable life experience?

Qiao Mu was very familiar with this trick of selling people out, so he deliberately kept silent and did not ask any further questions.

Seeing that Qiao Mu was unmoved, Fangyuan had no choice but to continue:

"Actually, since I was a child, I have wanted to travel the world with a sword like Daxia Qiao, and become a knight-errant..."

"So you are interested in my martial arts skills? But the era of martial arts has passed. What's the use of practicing martial arts? Even the martial arts saint is dead."

Qiao Mu decisively persuaded him to retreat.

Even those idiots like Wu Shengren died under the thunder of the immortal, and their bones are still cold. Isn't practicing martial arts at this time a reverse version?

What? Why does Qiao Mu still practice martial arts? Because he is also a dick.

Moreover, he only has one iron spirit root, and it takes a long time to cultivate immortality. For Qiao Mu, it is half the result with half the effort, so it is better to practice martial arts.

"Master Qiao, are you talking about the stranger who practices immortality?" Fang Yuan chuckled lightly:

"I'm not as ambitious as Master Qiao. I want to compete with that immortal with martial arts. I just want to practice martial arts to strengthen my body and kill my enemies with my own hands in the future."

Fangyuan sighed and said deeply;

"My Fangyuan family has very little wealth, but after the death of both parents, the ancestral home was forced to be sold. My little sister, who got a strange illness, didn't want to drag me down and left home without telling me."

"And relying on the legacy of my ancestors, I managed to sneak into the sky prison and work as a jailer, which can be regarded as a job."

..

The night was already deep, and darkness enveloped the earth.

In the south of the imperial capital, stands a famous scenic spot called Feiyan Tower.

The power of the tower is like gushing out, standing alone in the heavenly palace. Feiyan Tower has nine floors. It is a square tower made of bricks and stones. It towers into the clouds and is often visited by tourists during the day.

But when the night fell, there was a black shadow that shuttled through the night like a big bird. With a few movements of its body, it easily escaped the sight of the patrolling watchman and climbed to the top of the Feiyan Tower.

Wearing black night clothes, Wayne stood on the top of the tower, looking down at the imperial capital under the night with an expressionless expression.

In the night, in the shadows, this giant city stood like a silent beast standing on the plain.

His eyes were deep and he looked far north of the city.

Forty years after the Alien War, the Taoist temples of the Nine Immortal Sects have spread in many major cities in Kyushu, and the Imperial Capital is no exception.

To the north of the city is the headquarters of the Dao Dao Sect. There is also a Taoist temple with great incense. Even if it is late at night, it is still brightly lit.

"Why did you choose to meet here, Wayne?"

A figure appeared silently behind Wayne. This was a middle-aged man with a Chinese character and a resolute and calm face. He was the current leader of the Wu Jihui, the "Little Martial Saint" Wu Qiankun.

Wayne did not answer Wu Qiankun's question, but just said to himself:

"Wu Shengren's last wish cannot be fulfilled. Qiao Zhong's meridians have been cut off. No matter how good the technique is, he can't practice it."

"Qiao Zhong has lost all his meridians?" Wu Qiankun was slightly startled, then sighed:

"It doesn't matter, this is his destiny."

"I wanted to give him the skills to fulfill the martial arts saint's last wish, but after he practices the skills, he may have a slim chance to save himself... With his fate like this, there is nothing we can do."

That day at Qingyun Temple, all the Wujihui assassins were wiped out. Although Wu Qiankun had other channels to get information, he didn't know the details about Qiao Mu's meridian being severed.

Therefore, even though Wu Shengren had prepared extraordinary techniques for him, they would not be of use to a cripple with all his meridians cut off.

But Wayne frowned slightly, a little surprised:

"You, the Wu Jihui, are not going to save that Qiao Zhong? In that case, why are you giving him the skills?"

"These are two different things." Wu Qiankun said seriously:

"Giving him the skills is just to fulfill Wu Shengren's last wish: Wu Shengren once said that if Qiao Zhong could survive the assassination of the emperor, he would give him the top skills, nothing more."

"Whether he can escape from prison on his own and survive depends on his ability."

When Wu Shengren acts, he is imitating God's natural law of natural selection.