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

Qiao Mu thought for a moment and casually taunted his skills:

"Taoist over there, do you dare to come over and spar with me, grandpa? I bet you don't dare to enter my cell."

These desperate words immediately stunned Fang Yuan, who was silent and did not dare to say anything. However, the young Taoist Daozhen was not angry but happy after hearing this, with a strange look on his face.

"You, Qiao Zhong, are indeed worthy of your reputation, brave and careful...but this provocation is too obvious. Are you worried that I will be detrimental to him Hai Wuya?"

"Oh, don't worry. Mortals are like mayflies in the world. How can I be willing to destroy such a fragile and tough creature with my own hands?"

While Daozhen was speaking, the old man Hai Wuya beside him, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly shook slightly and his breath changed slightly.

Qiao Mu was startled, his eyes fixed on the old body of Hai Wuya... This old man with declining energy and blood was right in front of him. He had just re-entered the seventh level from the eighth level?

Chapter 119 Martial Arts is Humanity

"Is this the seventh level?" Qiao Mu was quite surprised.

When people reach old age, it is normal for their qi and blood to decline. It is extremely rare for people to have a second spring. However, in an environment like Tianlao, he can still make breakthroughs, which really breaks his understanding of martial arts.

Daozhen didn't notice Hai Wuya's strangeness at first, but after seeing Qiao Mu's expression, he turned to look at Hai Wuya, and then frowned slightly unconsciously.

"Hai Wuya, during the thirty years you stayed in Tianlao, were you practicing martial arts?"

He came here out of excitement and heard that Wuya Hai was different, but now he suddenly felt a lack of interest.

"What's the use of practicing martial arts? Even the martial arts saint you call is dead." Daozhen said doubtfully:

"If we are lagging behind in martial arts, what's the point of continuing to cling to our weaknesses?"

"If you are looking for strength, why not join the Immortal Sect and become an immortal?"

Immortal Dao is powerful, this is an indisputable fact.

It was true forty years ago and it is still true forty years later.

He didn't understand that since there was already an immortal way ahead of him, why not practice immortality?

"Martial arts and immortality are just two completely different paths. How can there be any distinction between superiority and inferiority?" Hai Wuya, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said:

"Of course, martial arts warriors in the past only knew how to practice martial arts moves, how to punch, how to make their fists bigger and harder, and how to produce stronger force, but they did not know the principle of studying things to gain knowledge."

"The two paths of martial arts and immortality, it is true that the exploration of the immortality is further."

"If you only pursue personal greatness, it is indeed more appropriate to pursue the path of immortality."

Contrary to Qiao Mu's expectation, he actually agreed with Daozhen's words.

"Then, why don't you practice immortality? Do you have no qualifications for immortality? No spiritual roots?" Daozhen asked again when he saw that Hai Wuya was finally willing to pay attention to him.

Hai Wuya did not directly respond to this question, but sighed:

"In the forty years since the Stranger War, many people in the imperial court have joined various immortal sects and pursued the path of immortality with the idea of ​​learning magic from the Strangers."

"Forty years have passed, and many of them have become aliens."

Foreigners are not aliens, their differences lie in their hearts.

They have flexible standards for what it means to be human.

On the surface, aliens are also human beings, they are born out of the human race.

But the so-called difference between immortals and mortals does not only refer to the difference in power between immortals and mortals.

Only immortal cultivators like them are the people in their eyes.

The rest of the mortals are symbols of backwardness and ignorance, and can only be used as objects to provide incense and power and to plunder resources.

"Are you called 'Daozhen'? If you add all the real cultivators of the nine great immortal sects, how many are there compared to the number of warriors in Zhongzhou?" Hai Wuya suddenly asked.

According to common sense, when ordinary people call immortals, they usually have to call them "immortal chief" or "shangxian".

Hai Wuya obviously has no such respect for Daozhen, and Daozhen doesn't seem to care.

"Then the number of cultivators from the nine great immortal sects is naturally far inferior." Daozhen said slightly proudly:

"Cultivating immortals requires spiritual roots, so naturally you are one of the best."

"Cultivation of immortals requires spiritual roots, so there are very few immortal cultivators, much less than the number of warriors. It's just that they have been accumulated over many years, so it seems to be too many." Hai Wuya said:

"But martial arts is different."

"Martial arts emphasizes perseverance and character. As long as perseverance and character are adequate, everyone can practice martial arts. Therefore, martial arts is the path of humanity."

"What I pursue is not personal martial power." Hai Wuya said this with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

He practiced martial arts in his early years and entered the Shaolin Temple as a monk. He suffered a lot from his boss, and after ten years of hard work, he reached the fourth rank.

But in his heart, he is still a scholar, not a warrior monk.

"What we scholars want most is to cultivate our moral integrity, govern our family, govern the country, and bring peace to the world, rather than to develop martial arts skills and be brave and ruthless."

Hai Wuya said calmly:

"I practiced martial arts in my early years just to serve as an official, in order to show what I have learned and help the world and the people."

"Now that I study martial arts, it is also for the purpose of cultivating oneself, harmonizing one's family, governing the country, and bringing peace to the world."

"The way of martial arts is the way of humanity. If everyone practices martial arts and the way of martial arts flourishes, then the way of humanity will flourish."

Qiao Mu listened quietly, with many thoughts floating in his mind.

Hai Wuya also practiced Wu Sheng Sheng Rhinoceros, so Qiao Mu judged that he was probably also a member of Wu Jihui.

Just listening to his ideas, his martial arts is very different from that of the Martial Saint.

The martial arts of the martial saint is everyone working for me, and "I", as the strongest martial artist, compete with the immortals.

In the martial arts world of Hai Wuya, everyone practices martial arts, and martial arts is the way of humanity.

Daozhen was thoughtful after hearing this, and looked at Hai Wuya with admiration.

"Mortals have a limited life span, and you are already old. This is not a great deed that a mortal like you can accomplish."

"It is precisely because of your weakness and fragility that it is even more rare."

What Daozhen likes most is to observe those individuals among these mortals who have exceptionally tough and powerful minds.

Hai Wuya was obviously one of them, which made him feel that his trip was worthwhile.

At this time, a dark figure walked quickly from the direction of the Tianlao door.

It was none other than God Catching Wayne.

He heard that Daozhen, a disciple of Daodao Zongqing, had arrived in Tianlao, so he hurried over for fear of something changing.

Who would have known that when he first arrived, he would see this immortal cultivator named Daozhen, seemingly chatting happily with Hai Wuya?

"The Taoist Immortal." Wayne nodded, then looked at Hai Wuya:

"Hai Wuya, get up and follow me to the interrogation room. I'm going to interrogate you."

Hai Wuya glanced at Wayne, stood up, and left the cell under the escort of the jailer.

But just as he left, Daozhen stood up and followed him.

"Master Daozhen, you are here to look after the prisoner Qiao Zhong, right? Hai Wuya has nothing to do with this case, it is another matter. Is it inappropriate for you to follow him like this?" Wayne said with a cold face.

Daozhen just spread his hands innocently and stopped there.

"Each of you, do you think I am going to do harm to this prisoner? Are you going to take Hai Wuya away specifically this time?"

"Okay, whatever you want."

Daozhen didn't bother, he just casually sat down in Hai Wuya's cell and read through his idle books.

..

Inside the interrogation room.

"Hai Wuya, I know you are from Wujihui. This time I am entrusted by someone, so I will keep the story short."

Wayne didn't say much, went straight to the point, and said in a deep voice:

"The people from Wujihui said that you have top-notch techniques that can be practiced by disabled people with severed meridians. They want you to teach everything you have learned throughout your life to the prisoner in the next cell, Qiao Zhong."

"Qiao Zhong? Isn't he a death row prisoner who offended the Immortal Sect?" Hai Wuya asked doubtfully:

"He is as precarious as me and may be executed at any time, so even if he practices my kung fu, what's the use?"

"Hai Wuya, what you said is right..." Wayne said:

"Aren't you just as precarious in these thirty years in Tianlao? Are you wasting your time in these thirty years?"

Hai Wuya was startled at first by being so exposed by Wayne, and then his eyes suddenly lit up.

Only then did he realize that Qiao Zhong was in a similar situation to him.

Then maybe...in the later years of his life, he can really find a successor in martial arts.

Even this Qiao Zhong is as old as him and his life is in danger.

Chapter 120 "The Book of Humanity" (4k

After the initial joy, Hai Wuya realized another problem and frowned.

"Maybe it's not appropriate." Hai Wuya said:

"The techniques I created after studying hard in the Heavenly Prison for thirty years are actually somewhat different from the ancient martial arts and the modern martial arts of the martial saints."

"This path is not perfect. I am the only current practitioner. There may still be many shortcomings. It may not be suitable for someone else to practice it."

"If you go too far in martial arts training, you will die."

"Although Qiao Zhong is a death row prisoner whose life is in danger, this unfinished technique should not be promoted for the time being."

Hai Wuya's martial arts is the way of humanity, and this proposition is too big for him.

Manpower sometimes runs out, and even if Tianlao has been studying for thirty years, the martial arts he has discovered is still just the beginning.

"Mr. Hai is kind and righteous. He has too much time to take care of himself. He still has the energy to worry about the lives of others." Wayne's mouth curled up slightly, and his usually cold expression relaxed a little at this time.

Hai Wuya is getting old, and now it seems that his martial arts research has paid off.

For him, the most urgent thing was probably preaching, but he couldn't help it at this time.

"However, Mr. Hai, there is no need to rush to make a decision. You can ask Qiao Zhong yourself if you are willing to risk going crazy or even dying suddenly to practice your skills?"

"Whether it is preached or not is up to Wu Ji Hui, but in the end it still depends on your wishes."

"Whether you practice or not, it all depends on Qiao Zhong."

The endless sea is thoughtful.

.....

When Wayne brought Hai Wuya back from the interrogation room, he found that Daozhen from the Daozhen was no longer there.

He seemed to know that he was not welcome in this prison, so he got up and left first... Of course, this was temporary.

His duty is to look after Qiao Mu. Although Qiao Mu is imprisoned and imprisoned, it is impossible for Qiao Mu to leave, but he still needs to show off.

Wayne stepped back, found an excuse to push away the surrounding jailers, and then left.

For now, only Qiao Mu and Hai Wuya were left in the corner of the prison.

There was silence all around, and for a while the only sound that could be heard was the rattling of mice in the corner.

Hai Wuya first tidied up the somewhat messy cell, arranged the books on the floor into categories, and cleared a small open space.

This small open space is where his "desk" is. A ray of sunlight falls from the window and falls on his shoulder, with dust floating in the light.

He turned his head to look at Qiao Mu and suddenly asked:

"Qiao Zhong, someone asked me to teach you what I have learned throughout my life...but before that, I have one more thing to ask."

"You are already over sixty years old, and you are not too young. You have reached the fourth level of Jin Jin training. You have been practicing martial arts for many years. I think you already have your own martial arts philosophy..."

"Let me ask you, why do you practice martial arts?"

Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes.

Judging from Hai Wuya's intuitive sense of Wu Sheng Sheng Rhinoceros and these words, he should be the person sent by Wu Jihui to teach his top skills.

So, it is not a coincidence that when he entered this heavenly prison, he happened to be placed in the cell next to Hai Wuya.