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

He is like an old farmer. The cows and sheep in the pasture will be slaughtered in advance if they are unsightly, sick, or depressed... because he never raises useless waste on his farm.

Only the seventy-two sages with special talents can survive to the end and avoid being slaughtered by the martial saints.

Qiao Zhong was favored by Wu Shengren because of his original challenge, so he recruited him to assassinate the emperor... But this favor was also limited.

If Qiao Zhong didn't survive the assassination attempt on the emperor, it would be his fault.

If Qiao Zhong failed to escape from the sky prison even after practicing the exercises, it would still be his fault.

Therefore, Wu Jihui will not be able to rob the prison... and the prison is so powerful that forcefully robbing the prison will most likely fail, let alone a major criminal like Qiao Mu who has broken the rules of the Immortal Sect.

This is the imperial capital, not Nanzhou.

Emperor Yonghe, who visited incognito privately, would be surrounded and killed by Wu Jihui once he showed up in Nanzhou.

But now that the location is in the Imperial Capital, the situation is reversed.

Even Xiaowu Sheng Wu Qiankun, who is said to be the closest to the Martial Saint, cannot act unscrupulously in the imperial capital.

Although the Great Yan Dynasty has been in turmoil for forty years, its heritage remains, and the Human King Sword is one of them.

"I understand." Wayne frowned deeply and said in a low voice:

"You don't care too much about Qiao Zhong's life and death. You are only acting to fulfill Wu Shengren's last wish."

"As expected, I still don't like you bloody rats." Wayne turned his head and stared at Wu Qiankun with sharp, knife-like eyes, and an inexplicable pressure began to emerge:

"Is the martial saint's last wish so important?"

"Or is it that the Martial Saint is not dead at all?"

Wayne had seen Wu Shengren with his own eyes in his early years. It was precisely because he knew the man's behavior that he doubted whether Wu Shengren's death was true.

After all, how could a figure like Wu Shengren forcefully attack the Immortal Sect and personally take risks when he was not sure?

However, Wu Qiankun looked calm and composed when faced with Wayne's witnessing pressure:

"Martial Saint is dead. This is an indisputable fact. After all, it is not as good as God."

"The deceased is dead. Don't regard him as a savior with no plans. He is not the last hope of human warriors... Of course, this hope has been shattered at this moment."

This hope was extinguished by Wu Shengren himself... Wu Qiankun said silently in his heart.

After the death of Wu Shengren, whether thousands of horses were silent or hundreds of schools of thought contended, we can only slowly witness it with our own eyes.

After all, it is not spring when a single flower blooms alone, but when hundreds of flowers bloom, the garden is full of spring.

This may be a long dark age, soaked in blood and fire, with immortals in the clouds and the earth turning into ovens.

Wu Qiankun has now begun to take over the great cause of Wu Jihui. The higher he stands, the further he can see, and he gradually begins to understand Wu Shengren's thoughts.

"Let's get back to the topic, let's talk about Qiao Zhong... Since the prepared technique cannot be used, we can only find another one." Wu Qiankun said.

"Do you, the Martial Arts Society, have top-notch martial arts that can even cut off the meridians of a useless person?" Wayne asked.

"There are martial arts, but they are not top-notch yet, maybe soon." Wu Qiankun answered.

"Not yet?" Wayne frowned, Wu Qiankun's ambiguous response made him look a little unkind.

Where is the Riddler in front of him?

Believe it or not, he will immediately shoot a cloud-piercing arrow, assemble the army in the imperial capital, and send you to a heavenly prison for vacation tonight?

Wu Qiankun seemed to notice Wayne's displeasure, but he didn't pay much attention to it and just continued to explain:

"The Wujihui's arsenal contains all the martial arts from the past, but none of them are suitable."

"Just because there's nothing in the arsenal, it doesn't mean Wu Jihui doesn't have it."

"Wayne, didn't you go to jail? Didn't you ask about the endless sea?"

Hai Wuya ranked sixty among the seventy-two sages under the sect of Wu Shengren.

The so-called seventy-two sages are not rankings based on martial arts cultivation, because pure martial arts cultivation is not very important to a martial saint. No matter how strong he is, he is not as strong as him.

Martial arts cultivation is only one aspect of measuring the Seventy-Two Sages. What really allows the Seventy-two Sages to survive under the hands of the Martial Saint is their unique skills and amazing talents.

As Wu Qi Zheng's biological son, he inherited his strangely strong body, so he was exceptionally strong. Moreover, he had long had the idea of ​​hiding his clumsiness, so he ranked third from the bottom among the seventy-two sages.

"You mean, Hai Wuya's hand might have a technique suitable for Qiao Zhong?"

Wayne now looked at Hai Wuya with admiration.

Wu Shengren's arsenal is famous for being open to all rivers. It contains both the essence of the old martial arts and the strange new martial arts created by Wu Shengren.

Even the Martial Saint couldn't find the top technique suitable for Qiao Zhong, but Hai Wuya might have it in his hands?

"Maybe there is, maybe there is not. You have to ask him, not me." Wu Qiankun's eyes were dark.

Wu Shengren was unparalleled in the martial arts and was too strong, so the entire Wu Ji Association carried out the will of Wu Shengren.

Wu Shengren said that he was right, but even if others knew he was wrong, they might not dare to point it out to his face.

Therefore, there can only be one martial arts path in the entire Wuji Association, and that is the way of refining the gods of the Martial Saint.

But Haiwuya is special.

Although he is a Seventy-Two Sage, he is in Tianlao, the imperial capital, which is a small environment isolated from the outside world.

No matter how powerful the Martial Saint is, he can't influence him in the imperial capital Tianlao.

Therefore, he is free to explore new martial arts directions instead of following the path of a martial sage.

This is not done behind closed doors and on paper.

Because Hai Wuya is indeed a prodigy who once entered the fourth rank. He has experienced a lot of ups and downs in his life. Although he is in prison, he can read a lot of books and will not shut himself up.

Hai Wuya is one of the martial arts seeds recognized by the Martial Saint.

This seed does not sprout now, but will benefit the future.

A new martial art that is different from the modern martial arts of martial saints and the ancient martial arts of the old martial arts is bound to be imperfect and will require countless practitioners to improve it bit by bit over a long period of time.

Maybe many people will go crazy and die because of practicing this imperfect technique, or they may get halfway through and find that it is a dead end.

In Wu Qiankun's view, Qiao Zhong, a condemned prisoner who must die, is very suitable to be the explorer of this new martial arts... or the victim.

Chapter 118 Mayfly of Heaven and Earth

"Hidden Shadow Step? This seems to be the Snitch's light skill?"

"Not bad." Qiao Mu nodded, recited the formula of the latent shadow step technique in his memory, and taught it to Fang Yuan.

This latent shadow step was not exchanged for a few days of roast chicken. It also included a condition: money, money after Qiao Mu was released from prison.

Fang Yuan claimed that his family was in decline and was squeezed out by his enemies and creditors. He was forced to sell his ancestral home to his enemies.

Even so, after selling the ancestral home, I still had some spare money on hand, otherwise I wouldn't have brought roast chicken to the prison every day.

As a prisoner on death row, Qiao Mu's money had naturally been confiscated long ago. Although he still had some savings in Nanzhou, he was penniless in Zhongzhou at the moment.

Qiao Mu thought that after his death, he would have to have some money on hand, and now he was just preparing in advance.

Qiao Mu's words fell in the ears of the jailer Fangyuan, but they were the words of a hero who knew he was about to die. He taught him martial arts to Fangyuan just to leave some money for his family...

It is true that the tiger has fallen and the hero is too late.

"But why is it the Snitch's Qing Kung Fu?" Fang Yuan was lost in thought.

Qiao Mu seemed to see his thoughts and only smiled:

"What's wrong with Qinggong? You can't beat a foreigner with force. You can only rely on Qinggong to hide."

Several figures of warriors who were burned up in the fire flashed in his mind, and he felt a little depressed.

The Hidden Shadow Step was given to him by Qian Captou of Heyang Mansion, but the grade was not low and the difficulty of mastering it was not low. At the beginning, Qian Captou was just a beginner and had not entered the palace.

Let’s see how much Fangyuan can master and how enlightened he is.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion outside the Tianlao, and the sound of footsteps came from far away.

There was a young and handsome Taoist in Tsing Yi walking straight towards Qiao Mu.

"The Immortal of the Dao Dao Sect is here..." A jailer whispered.

"The Immortal Chief of Dao Dao Sect, why do you come to this Heavenly Prison? Our Heavenly Prison is not a good place."

"I heard that this Daozhen Immortal is the new disciple of Qingyi Zhenxian."

"Immortal Qingyi was a witness to the assassination of Emperor Yonghe. Now he has sent a disciple, but he doesn't know what to do."

Amidst the discussion, Daozhen walked over with a gentle expression, and did not stop until he reached the door of Qiao Mu's cell.

"Are you Qiao Zhong?" The young Taoist looked at Qiao Mu carefully.

"Qingyi sent you to supervise?" Qiao Mu said casually, he still vaguely remembered this.

"No, I'm here to gain enlightenment." The young Taoist chuckled.

Just when Qiao Mu thought that the other party was here to cause trouble, the young Taoist turned his head and looked at Hai Wuya who was reading in the cell next door.

Supervising Qiao Mu was just incidental, but the person who really interested him was Hai Wuya.

"Your name is Hai Wuya, right? I heard that you have been studying in Tianlao for thirty years, and you are not bad at seeking the truth." The young Taoist asked the jailer to open the cells, and then walked into the cell as if he was familiar with it. As if no one else was watching, he started to read books all over the place.

As a disciple of the Dao Sect and a closed disciple accepted by Elder Qingyi, he naturally has some privileges.

In such an important place as Tianlao, ordinary powerful people cannot come and go at will.

But as a disciple of Elder Qingyi, he was different.

Hai Wuya just frowned slightly and ignored him.

Daozhen, on the other hand, casually flipped through a pile of books on the ground, slightly disappointed:

"These are just ordinary miscellaneous books. Have you just wasted your time in the past thirty years?"

He looked at Hai Wuya, and the information about Hai Wuya that he had obtained from his previous investigation came to mind.

Hai Wuya was a civil servant during the reign of the late Emperor. After the Yiren War, he was demoted to prison for admonishing Wang Songhe and other ministers.

Later, when Emperor Yonghe came to the throne, he pardoned the minister. Unexpectedly, after official Hai Wuya was restored to his post, he thought that Emperor Yonghe was wise and able to judge, so he went to the palace many times to express his opinions, and even got involved in the affairs of strangers.

Although Emperor Yonghe did not kill him on the spot, he ordered him to be imprisoned in the sky prison again.

Two generations of emperors, two of whom were imprisoned in heaven, have been like this for thirty years.

Youdao means that the power of a king is unpredictable. Hai Wuya is imprisoned in a heavenly prison. There is no clear execution time. It can be said that he may die from this at any time.

If the punishment cannot be known, the power cannot be measured.

The death penalty with a clear time, and the execution time without notifying you, but you may die at any time due to an imperial edict from the emperor, are two completely different concepts.

If it were an ordinary person, most of them would be anxious and live in fear all day long.

It was the same at the beginning of Hai Wuya.

But later, he did something that even the jailers in the sky prison couldn't understand.

He ordered his family to send him miscellaneous books, and he read them every day in prison, forgetting all sleep and food.

At first, the jailers did not suspect him, they just thought that this person acted like this deliberately to gain popularity and gain fame, hoping that this matter would be heard by Emperor Yonghe and he would be pardoned.

"Hai Wuya, do you think there is anyone in this world who can do acting for thirty years? And he's still in a prison?"

Daozhen didn't seem to care about Hai Wuya's neglect, he just thought about himself and said:

"Mortals have a limited life span and are not much better than a mayfly that lives and dies. It is precisely because of its weakness and its short duration that it becomes more tenacious."

Hai Wuya is almost eighty years old, not much younger than the martial saint.

He had a rough life. He was a Confucian scholar in his early years, a warrior monk in his prime, and later he worked hard to become a second-rank official in the imperial court. Within a few years, he was imprisoned for half his life.

And he was honest, what he liked to observe was this kind of extraordinarily tough mortal.

In his opinion, Qiao Zhong was naturally one of them, but he had only been in the Heavenly Prison for a short time, and he was currently more interested in the boundless sea.

"You disturbed me." Hai Wuya put down his book and glanced at Daozhen lightly.

"Old Qiao, can you drive him out?" he called to the arbor next door.

He was usually taciturn and rarely talked to Qiao Mu, but now he suddenly thought about Qiao Mu in the cell next door.

"I don't have the ability to do this. I am just a useless person with all my meridians cut off. I just have to accept the situation." Qiao Mu spread his hands, expressing his helplessness.

Hai Wuya nodded, but there was no angry expression on his face. He just put down his book, sat cross-legged on the straw mat, closed his eyes and rested.