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

In the darkness of night, near the mass grave.

Qiao Mu looked at the man and the cat who appeared in front of him.

Fang Yuan?

Has he been waiting here all the time?

I guess he found me with the help of that fat cat.

This thought flashed through Qiao Mu's mind.

Before being taken away by the jailer, he had entrusted Wu Chang to Hai Wu Ya, thinking that Hai Wu Ya had been imprisoned for thirty years and would be imprisoned for a longer time, and would not be suddenly executed like him for a while.

But now, Wu Chang appeared next to the jailer Fang Yuan, so it seemed that there was something else.

The cat at the feet of the jailer Fang Yuan meowed, raised its big round face and sniffed carefully, and finally walked closer and closer with some doubts, and finally lay down at Qiao Mu's feet, and his eyes began to blur again.

Although the cat sniffed with its nose, Qiao Mu knew that it did not find him with its nose.

But with the dead air.

Qiao Mu died and came back again and again, but he became the perfect food for this fat cat.

Qiao Mu lowered his eyelids. He noticed that with every breath of the fat cat, the hair on his body was stretching out, and even the hair was emitting a faint glow in the moonlight, which looked quite extraordinary.

The Wuchang at this time was very different from the Wuchang that Qiao Mu had first seen in the prison of Heyang Prefecture.

The absorption of death energy was a great tonic for Wuchang, and its demon cat body was undergoing a transformation that Qiao Mu could not understand.

Qiao Mu looked up at Fang Yuan.

"Yes, my name is Qiao Shuanglin, and I am an elder of the Qiao family." He weighed the package in his hand.

"Junior Fang Yuan, I am the jailer of the Tianlao. During this period of time, Senior Qiao Zhong taught me martial arts in prison, and these two hundred taels of silver are also the wealth I want to give to the Qiao family according to the agreement with Senior Qiao Zhong."

Qiao Mu nodded.

This kid did not lie or exaggerate, and was quite honest.

It was just that these two hundred taels doubled the previous agreement, which surprised him a little.

"Senior Qiao Shuanglin, I am waiting here because I have something important to teach you..." Fang Yuan came over and handed over a handwritten secret book. Qiao Mu took a quick look and realized that it was actually Hai Wuya's "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra"? When Hai Wuya taught martial arts in the past, this young jailer was listening beside him, but he didn't expect that he would hand-copy and compile a written secret manual. "What do you mean? Qiao Zhong taught you martial arts, and you used these two hundred taels of silver in return. The deal between you and my Qiao family has been settled, so why are you giving me this martial arts now?" Fang Yuan explained it roughly, mainly bragging about the extraordinaryness of this martial arts and Hai Wuya's extraordinaryness. "Senior Qiao Zhong learned this technique too late, and was beheaded not long ago. It's really a pity, so I thought, if I can pass this technique to the Qiao family, it can be regarded as a way to make up for Senior Qiao Zhong's regret, right?" Fang Yuan smiled and said: "Of course, this matter has also been approved by the founder of the technique, Mr. Hai Wuya, otherwise I would not dare to act on my own." Qiao Mu quickly browsed the handwritten copy of the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" in his hand. He didn't need Fang Yuan to give him this technique, after all, Qiao Mu was the highest achiever of this technique, the only one in the fifth level. With his mastery of the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra", he quickly browsed through it and confirmed a fact: This "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" has not been tampered with, or the key words have been changed, or the second half has been deliberately hidden, etc. It is completely the original handwritten copy taught by Hai Wuya. Qiao Mu was a little surprised. This jailer Fang Yuan was really good at dealing with people. He was good at dealing with people and smooth, and he didn't deliberately cheat people with the martial arts.

I heard him claim that he was from a merchant family in the imperial capital and had a lot of wealth. Now it seems that it may be true.

"I know." Qiao Mu accepted the martial arts. According to common sense, he really had no reason to refuse this legacy from Qiao Zhong.

At this time, the young jailer Fang Yuan bowed sincerely and said:

"I don't ask to be your master, I just want to teach me a few moves so that I can practice martial arts and strengthen my body, so that I can kill my enemies one day in the future."

An extra hundred taels of silver and an extra copy of "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" in exchange for the qualification to teach him martial arts?

It must be said that Fang Yuan is not very old, but he has a lot of ideas, and the conditions he offers are indeed generous... Of course, Qiao Zhong is Qiao Shuanglin, so this miraculous "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" is actually not attractive to Qiao Mu.

But after spending many days together in the prison, the young man also sent him roast chicken many times, so Qiao Mu still gave him this favor.

Qiao Mu approached Fang Yuan, put his palm on his chest, closed his eyes and quietly practiced, and a stream of internal energy directly hit Fang Yuan's body to explore. After a long time, he opened his eyes, quite surprised.

Fang Yuan's progress in practicing the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" is not slow.

This jailer Fang Yuan, before Qiao Mu taught martial arts, was a ninth-grade internal energy warrior, but now his progress is faster than he expected.

It has been more than a month since he started listening to Hai Wuya's preaching in the prison. Now he has entered the door, and his whole body is full of qi and blood, which is more than one level stronger than ordinary ninth-grade qi and blood.

"You have good talent, but more importantly... you are diligent in practicing martial arts." Qiao Mu showed his brilliance.

The Xumi Mountain King Sutra is very magical. It can open up a new path and achieve old age without decline. At the same time, it requires very low martial arts qualifications.

Then relatively speaking, his requirements for the perseverance of the warriors are relatively high, and the time required to practice martial arts is relatively long.

If you want to master this skill, you need to practice hard for many years. By reaching the fifth level of Qiaomu, you have to practice hard for thirty years, which is more demanding than ordinary martial arts skills.

Of course, Qiao Mu, as a bad guy, has been practicing martial arts for thirty years. In addition to the "Sutra of the King of Mount Sumeru", he has also practiced more than ten kinds of martial arts.

"How can an ordinary person like me, who is so talented and hard-working, survive?" Qiao Mu was a little angry, but suddenly thought of something and felt relieved.

If you think about it carefully, if Fangyuan can reach the first level in one month, Qiao Mu can reach the fifth level in the same month.

....

To the east of the imperial capital, there is an old house with peeling walls.

Hai Wuya walked around the courtyard with his hands behind his back, gently stroking an old tree planted in the courtyard, his palms gently stroking the rough bark, feeling emotional.

After two days in prison, a total of thirty years, the house has become old, even the tree in the courtyard has become old.

"It's a pity to waste time, time is the most ruthless thing."

The sea is endless and silent.

He is the backbone of the Hai family, but it has been thirty years since the second-grade official went to death row in Tianyao, and the Hai family has also declined.

"I'm almost eighty years old. How many more years will it take before I can deduce a complete "Human Dao Sutra" that meets my expectations... so that everyone can practice martial arts and use human Dao to defeat immortal Dao?"

There is no doubt that this will take a long time.

It could be hundreds of years, it could be thousands of years.

This is a process that cannot be accomplished overnight, and He Wuya is also a seed in the eyes of the Martial Saint. It is not beneficial at the moment, but may grow into a towering tree thousands of years later.

If you fall behind, you will be beaten. Talented people and talented people can only speed up the process, but they cannot overcome the long years of accumulation in one fell swoop.

"Martial Saint's martial arts is close to the devil's path. He is too paranoid. He is no longer the first-grade military officer who taught me how to practice martial arts..."

Thinking of the deceased Martial Saint, Hai Wuya also sighed in his heart.

"But aside from moral character, Wu Ji Hui's martial arts indeed surpasses ancient martial arts..."

From Hai Wuya's point of view, Wu Shengren is a genius who can speed up the process of martial arts, and so is Hai Wuya, but their martial arts are different.

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of someone.

"Qiao Zhong...."

"Qiao Zhong is dead, but Qiao Zhong is not alone. There are other Qiao family members behind him, and they are not alone."

In the Thirty Years of Tianlao, almost all the civil servants and generals who dared to die during the reign of the late Emperor died, and only a few such as Hai Wuya survived.

And it was really gratifying for him to see someone like Qiao Zhong in his later years who was determined to inherit his martial arts and was not afraid of life and death.

“I don’t think I’ll see the day when humanity flourishes in my lifetime.”

"As long as there are ten more Qiao Zhongs in the world and continue to pass on the fire from generation to generation, one day a wildfire will eventually start a prairie fire thousands of years later."

Hai Wuya thought so in his heart.

"Master... I have heard about the Qiao family you want."

An old butler with gray temples walked in quickly, holding paperwork and records in his hand.

"The person who was personally appointed by the Holy One to interrogate Qiao Zhong was the world's number one arrester, Wayne. He found this out from Mr. Wei's family."

Hai Wuya took it over and took a look, and was immediately amazed.

It said that the Qiao family is actually a reclusive martial arts family living in seclusion on an isolated island overseas. Their ancestors were once martial arts masters.

That overseas island is called Taoyuan Island, also known as Taoyuan Township, and the Qiao family has lived in Taoyuan Island to this day.

The Qiao family takes it as its own duty to hoe the strong, help the weak, and act chivalrously. They have strict family training and strict self-discipline.

Generations of people have worked hard to practice the martial arts passed down by the ancestors of the Qiao family, and they have been practicing hard to this day.

Therefore, every generation of this reclusive Qiao family has the legacy of the ancient hero Ren Xia, and is determined to be the "Peach Garden Hero".

So this Taoyuan Island was also called by the Qiao family...

"Xia Ke Island".

"What a Taoyuan hero..." Hai Wuya was silent after reading.

"The Qiao family is connected by blood and is very protective of others. After the previous Qiao family members died in Nanzhou, relatives of the Qiao family soon appeared to avenge their nephews."

"Now that a Qiao Zhong has died in the imperial capital, maybe the next Qiao family will appear soon, right?"

Hai Wuya thought in his heart.

The "Human Dao Jing" is not something that he can deduce by himself. If you cherish it, you will just be like the old martial arts.

Qiao Zhong is dead. If the other Qiao family members are as upright as the rumors say, then it might not be a bad idea for him to pass on the "Human Dao Jing" to other Qiao family members.

"Go and find out whether there are any new Qiao family members in the imperial capital recently..." Hai Wuya told the housekeeper.

Chapter 130 Blood Sun and Blood Moon (7k

At first, when he discovered that the jailer Fangyuan seemed to be a talented and hard-working martial arts genius, Qiao Mu's mental internal friction suddenly increased.

Then he realized... In fact, he was also a loser.

Your talent is outstanding martial arts qualifications and diligence. My talent is immortality plus accelerated practice. We are all talented people, so it is very fair.

Thinking of this, his mental internal friction was suddenly resolved.

Not to mention the jailer Fang Yuan in front of him.

Take Wu Shengren as an example. Wu Shengren is a top-level genius among Tianzong Wizards. How can I, Qiao Mu, be another type of top-notch genius?

Everyone has a bright future.

"You have reached the first level in such a short time. You are very good." Qiao Mu acted like an elder and patted him on the shoulder:

"There are no shortcuts in practicing martial arts. Only sweat will never let you down."

"Diligence can make up for weakness. One month of training to reach the first level that takes two years to get started means that you are talented enough and you are also diligent..." Qiao Mu thought of Hai Wuya.

Hai Wuya's "Human Dao Jing" needs just such martial arts seeds.

Teaching him martial arts is also a good thing.

Fangyuan was a little flattered.

After all, as far as he knew, Qiao Shuanglin was the elder of Qiao Zhong's family. According to what Qiao Zhong usually boasted in prison, Qiao Shuanglin was the elder of the Qiao family who was much stronger than him.

In his opinion, this scene was like the grandpa, a master of martial arts whom he met for the first time. He smiled and encouraged him. How could he not be flattered?

"Then let me ask you again, why do you practice martial arts?" Qiao Mu asked.

Fangyuan thought for a moment and said: "I want to practice martial arts to strengthen my body, redeem my ancestral home, kill my enemies with my own hands, and find the little girl who left home without telling me... These are all things that I, as the jailer of the Heavenly Prison, cannot do. thing."

Qiao Mu nodded and asked again:

"Tell me more about it. Is your enemy strong?"

The stronger the enemy, the happier Qiao Mu is.

If he could be involved and die because of it, Qiao Mu would not be too happy.

Although he had only died once during the day, Qiao Mu's desire for death was like a student's desire for a vacation, which could never be satisfied.

Everyone is destined to die, and it may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather.

One high-quality death is better than dozens of low-quality deaths.