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

Fangyuan's eyes filled with memories, and she said softly:

"This starts with my family background."

"My Fang family was originally an antique dealer in the imperial capital. They are fairly well-known and have a small family fortune. We also have a shop in the Antique Street."

"A few months ago, my father purchased a mysterious ancient painting worth ten thousand taels. The ancient painting is called Blood Sun Picture. "

Ten thousand taels of silver? Qiao Mu was speechless.

According to the purchasing power of the Great Yan Dynasty, ten thousand taels of silver was equivalent to tens of millions of soft girl coins in the previous life. It was indeed not cheap.

From this point of view, the financial resources of the Fang family's antique dealers were stronger than Qiao Mu had imagined before, and they were not "possessed".

"The origin of the Blood Sun Picture is said to have been drawn by a high-level god-refining martial artist hundreds of years ago. The martial artist himself was also a painter, but he suddenly went crazy in his later years and used his own blood as ink to draw it."

"When the painting was completed, his blood dried up and died."

"My father originally thought that this was just a common story, just a way for calligraphy and painting to boost one's self-esteem. This kind of thing is very common in the antique circle, and he didn't pay much attention to it."

"Who would have thought that just three days after acquiring the Blood Sun Map, something weird happened."

"What's weird? There's a monster with a blood-red sun on its head running out of the painting?" Qiao Mu interjected and asked.

"...." Fang Yuan looked at him with a strange expression:

"How can it be so weird? This is just a painting. What kind of strange story is Senior Qiao telling?"

"Actually, three days later, a god-refining warrior came to the door pretending to be a customer buying calligraphy and paintings."

Oh, is it the martial arts style? Isn't it a bit late to bring back the style now... Qiao Mu complained in his heart.

Fangyuan continued:

"That god-refining warrior—we didn't know at the time that he was a powerful god-refining warrior, so we just treated him as an ordinary customer."

"That man wanted to buy the Blood Sun Picture, but he was only willing to pay one thousand taels, one-tenth of the price. How do you think that makes sense? Of course my father refused."

"The man didn't argue, but before going out, he suddenly turned around and glanced at my father and mother."

"Since then, both my father and mother have become ill. They often wake up from nightmares in the middle of the night and are covered in night sweats. In their dreams, they only remember a pair of eyes as sharp as swords. From then on, my father and mother's energy and spirit were visibly declining day by day."

"At that time, my family had a lot of assets, so I searched for famous doctors in the imperial capital... When those famous doctors heard about this incident, they all avoided it. Our Fang family spent a lot of money, but they didn't even know the cause of the disease."

"It wasn't until one day that we finally found an old, famous doctor who had practiced martial arts, and he spoke, that we knew the truth."

"The old doctor said that my parents are not sick, but have been injured."

"This is the 'witnessing method' that can only be mastered by high-level god-refining warriors. You can kill people with your eyes without being seen!"

When Fangyuan said this, a look of sadness inevitably appeared in his eyes.

Why does he practice martial arts so diligently?

Wouldn't it be great for him to live a life as a jailer in a prison?

Hai Wuya and Qiao Zhong, the two great masters in his eyes, gave him some hope of revenge.

"Although my father and mother have a lot of wealth, and there are warriors and servants in the house who look after the family and the courtyard, how can we deal with a third-grade god-refining warrior? We were even plotted against, and it took a long time to find out about it."

"When I came back to my senses, the bloody sun picture had been stolen."

"To be honest, when I heard the news that the Blood Sun Picture was stolen, I felt relieved."

"Although it is an ancient painting worth tens of thousands of taels, if this kind of thing, which is coveted by all god-refining warriors, continues to be in the hands of our family, I'm afraid it will continue to cause trouble."

"It's just that although the calligraphy and painting were stolen, my father's and mother's illnesses did not improve. After another half month, they both died without illness."

Speaking of this, a bit of sadness appeared on Fangyuan's face.

There is a world of difference from a young man from a rich family to a jailer with an iron job in Tianlao.

"In order to treat my parents, I spent a lot of money and energy, but in the end it was all in vain."

"Not only that, when our Fang family was busy trying to cure the disease and had no other care, Wan Ronghua, a wealthy businessman in the imperial capital, took the opportunity to take action, poaching and using various overt and covert means..."

"My family's antique shop continued to suffer losses, and was eventually forced to sell it to him... He even owed a debt, and even his ancestral home was forced to sell."

"The younger sister in the family also fell ill with a strange disease at this time, and eventually ran away from home without telling her. Her whereabouts are still unknown."

"And relying on my father's relationship... I barely managed to get a job as a prison guard."

"Later, I spent some time to inquire... mainly with the former martial arts masters in the sky prison, and then I found out the whereabouts of the god-refining martial artist."

There are many high-ranking officials and martial arts masters who have committed serious crimes in the prison.

They may have been famous in the past, but once they enter the prison, it is as deep as the sea. Those who study in prison like Hai Wuya and have a background in Wujihui are special cases among special cases.

Generally speaking, the more dignified and powerful the person, the more martial arts master they are, the more severely they will be tortured by the prison guards.

For them, a roast chicken may not be exchanged for any martial arts secrets or secrets.

But if it's insignificant information like "Sword Demon", just give it to me.

From this point of view, Fangyuan's ability to obtain information about his enemy from the mouths of repeat prisoners is both his opportunity and his ability.

Fangyuan said bitterly: "That god-refining warrior calls himself the 'Sword Demon'. In addition to his extraordinary swordsmanship, he also has superb witnessing skills, and he... is actually worshiped by the wealthy businessman Wan Ronghua."

Speaking of this, Fangyuan inevitably felt a little sad:

"Wan Ronghua's business is getting bigger and bigger, and he even hired a god-refining martial artist as a worshiper. After embezzling our shop, he became one of the four wealthy businessmen in the imperial capital."

"It is said that he even climbed to the top of the Yiren Dao Sect and has a fairy background..."

Qiao Mu was silent for a moment.

Whether they are immortal cultivators or warriors, they are not people who live in the open and live in the open, and do not eat the fireworks of the world.

Since ancient times, the poor were poor in culture and rich in martial arts. Practicing martial arts not only requires perseverance, but also requires food and financial support.

And the cultivation of immortality also talks about the Dharma and Land of Wealth Couples, and the word "wealth" still comes first.

Human lifespan and energy are limited. People with outstanding talents can certainly speed up their practice, but the power of money can also speed up their practice.

Therefore, it is normal for a wealthy man like Wan Ronghua in the imperial capital to be able to impress the god-refining warriors and get on the line with the Dao Dao Sect.

Such a wealthy man in the imperial capital would seem strange if he had no background.

"In other words, the enemies you want to kill are the God-Refining Warrior Sword Demon and Wan Ronghua, who is suspected of having an immortal background and embezzling your family property?"

"Not bad..." Fangyuan was slightly uneasy.

Qiao Shuanglin was the stranger he met for the first time, not Qiao Zhong, who had been with him for a month in the prison.

He didn't know Qiao Shuanglin well, but faced with a god-refining warrior sword ghost, and a wealthy man from the imperial capital like Wan Ronghua, who was also suspected of having an immortal background...

If they were ordinary people, they would probably avoid them like the famous doctors the Fang family sought before, for fear of being involved in the turmoil.

only...

"Have some backbone." The ninety-year-old man in front of him patted him on the shoulder:

"Then I'll teach you your martial arts skills!"

Fangyuan was slightly shocked, and then his expression gradually changed.

The old man in front of me obviously cannot be some hot-blooded young man...

Those who can live to old age in this era are basically human beings, and after Qiao Shuanglin heard about his life experience, he actually agreed immediately... Hasn't his bait been thrown out yet?

He didn't notice that Qiao Mu's eyes gradually changed as early as when he spoke.

Turtle, how could he not get involved in such a dangerous matter?

There are nine levels of martial arts in the world, and the difference between each level is similar to the difference in official position between the nine levels.

The third level is the three stages of refining the martial arts.

This means that in today's era, the way of refining gods is the mainstream of martial arts.

Warriors who practice slowly and build up their inner strength have long been eliminated by the old martial arts world and represent backward cultivation methods.

In the three realms of strength and strength, no matter how diligent you are, you are still not as good as a martial artist practicing martial arts... This is just like a martial arts practitioner cannot beat a cultivator of immortality. It is already a common sense among martial artists.

"This god-refining warrior sword ghost can kill people with just his eyes. It sounds a bit powerful. I wonder if he can kill me?"

Qiao Mu couldn't help but feel a little excited as he thought about it.

Ninety-year-old Qiao Mu has not yet embarked on the path of god refining.

He took another path.

Sixty-year-old Qiao Mu has just entered the fourth level. Now he can only say that he feels that he has exceeded the limit of the fourth level, which is the soft upper limit of the human body for a warrior.

Ninety-year-old Qiao Mu has a little doubt as to whether the god-refining warrior is stronger than him.

If you win the fight, you will help Fangyuan get revenge. You will have clear ideas and will not lose money.

If you lose the fight and are killed by the sword demon...what, is there such a good thing?

Qiao Mu felt yearning for him just thinking about it, wishing he could knock on the door and kill him tomorrow.

At this time, Fangyuan spoke again, interrupting Qiao Mu's beautiful longing:

"Senior Qiao, there is actually one more thing. I only discovered this after the ancestral home was sold."

Fangyuan smiled bitterly and said:

"My father was cautious in his life. In fact, he not only bought a Blood Sun painting, but also a Blood Moon painting by the same hand."

"It's just that the existence of the Blood Moon Picture was secretly covered up by my father and was not announced to the outside world. It was not even mentioned to me..."

"If nothing else happens, this blood moon picture should still be in the secret room of our old house."

"It was only later that I asked about it from the mouth of a repeat prisoner in the Heavenly Prison... The Blood Sun Diagram and the Blood Moon Diagram were both drawn by god-refining warriors hundreds of years ago. There were rumors that they might contain the most important principles of martial arts. This caused the The Sword Demon's covet..."

A picture of the bloody sun is enough to make Wan Ronghua, a wealthy man in the imperial capital, excited and make the god-refining martial artist Sword Demon snatch it away.

So the Blood Moon Picture, which was created by the same person, is no less impressive, and has its own secrets.

The existence of this blood moon map was actually a bait prepared by Fangyuan to persuade Qiao Mu to help.

In the previous conversation, he deliberately hid a little bit, but he was keeping an eye on it, wanting to see Qiao Shuanglin's reaction first, and then see if he wanted to tell the truth.

After all, if Qiao Shuanglin were the second sword ghost, he would be in trouble.

Although Fangyuan is young, he has a rough life and is naturally a little more thoughtful than ordinary people.

But he didn't expect that Qiao Shuanglin would be quite generous and directly agreed to teach him martial arts.

"Then the next question is...how to take back your old house?" Qiao Mu thought.

"Well, are you going to take it back now? Shouldn't you teach me martial arts?" Fang Yuan was slightly surprised again.

Hearing this, Qiao Shuanglin not only wanted to teach him martial arts, but also took the initiative to help him regain his ancestral home, which made him feel a little flattered.

"It's easy to talk about martial arts..."

At that moment, the two of them returned to the jailer Fangyuan's residence and chatted about martial arts for most of the night.

With Qiao Mu's current martial arts attainments, he has already achieved some success in many martial arts skills. It is naturally easy to teach a ninth-level warrior.

...

"Senior Qiao, the ancestral home of our Fang family has become the property of thousands of families." Fang Yuan elaborated:

"Wan Ronghua is now among the four wealthy business families in the imperial capital. They have many industries, which are far more prosperous than our family back then... One of the industries they are involved in is house leasing."

"And my family's ancestral house was rented out by him. In fact, if you want to get back the Blood Moon Picture in the secret room, you can just rent the old house, which is not difficult. Of course, if you have enough money, you can also buy it directly. ”

"Then why don't you do it yet?" Qiao Mu asked.

"The first is that it is easy to scare the snake and arouse Wan Ronghua's concern. He is not a good person. Second... a man is not guilty of the crime of harboring a treasure. Even if I obtain the Blood Moon Map, what will happen? Not yet. To reenact the tragedy that happened to my parents?" Fang Yuan smiled bitterly at first, then his eyes fell on Qiao Mu:

"Of course, the old man has good martial arts skills, so he can naturally control such a treasure."

"What you said...makes sense." Qiao Mu was convinced.

"It's easy to get back the Blood Moon Map, but I, a gentleman, can't keep up with my words. Since I said I want to help you get back your old house, I won't break my promise."

Qiao Mu looked towards Fang Yuan with bright eyes;

"Fang Yuan, tell me the truth. After working in the prison for all these years, how much savings do you have? How much is the selling price of your ancestral home?"

As for the jailer Fangyuan, perhaps he was born into a merchant family and had a rough experience. He is young, but he is very thoughtful and tactful in his dealings.

Qiao Mu estimated that Qiao Mu was not the only one who was treated in this way by bringing food such as roasted chicken and fine wine to the felons in the prison.

Perhaps, Fangyuan also received some benefits from other imprisoned dignitaries and martial arts masters.