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

My last breath was just my resentment towards your boss, Wang Song He... Qiao Mu slandered.

He stood in the forest and listened carefully, and gradually understood what happened after his death.

First of all, in the eyes of the city lord's palace and even the people of Yancheng, the righteous "Qiao Lin" died at the moment he jumped into the well.

Secondly, "Qiao Lin" was rescued by Wang Songhe for several days, and he took his last breath for several days.

From Qiao Mu's own perspective, Wang Songhe's rescue of him was a farce.

But from the perspective of these bandits, the righteous Qiao Lin lived a tenacious life and died a tragic death... This adds a bit of legend and tragic color to the original "Justice Qiao Lin died in the city lord's palace".

To put it this way, although Wang Songhe saved himself, although Qiao Mu died a few days later, it was not a bad thing - according to the rules that Qiao Mu had figured out, this should be something that could improve the evaluation of death.

With a thought in his mind, Qiao Mu's heart sank.

Evaluation of this death: B+ (a breath of chivalry, a thousand miles of joyful wind)

Death consumption life span: 10 years

Number of resurrections remaining this week: 0/5

Current age: 42 years old

Skills: Longevity Fist (Xiao Cheng) Ripple Overlapping Wave Strength (Not Beginner) Wu Sheng Sheng Rhinoceros (Beginner)

Military Marksmanship (Proficient)

Iron Crotch Kung Fu (Mastery) Iron Clothes Shirt (Xiao Cheng)

Dafa for the Disintegration of Demons (Xiao Cheng)

Ten years have passed by in a blink of an eye.

During these ten years, Qiao Mu practiced diligently every day as usual, day and night, endlessly.

Looking inside his Dantian, Qiao Mu found that the Qi sea in his Dantian had swelled, and the invisible inner energy in the center of the Qi sea was full, and a Dantian cyclone appeared.

This means that after this death, he jumped from the middle of the eighth grade to the peak of the seventh grade.

Compared with the growth in martial arts cultivation, the biggest change after this B+ death evaluation was the various martial arts skills that Qiao Mu mastered.

The Changsheng Fist has already achieved minor success, and the two hard skills have also reached minor success and proficiency respectively.

Qiao Mu touched his skin and felt that the originally fragile skin seemed to be a little thicker, as tough as cowhide.

With a little luck, the already tough skin can become even stronger, becoming as hard as a rock.

"In the future, we should try our best to learn more martial arts skills. This will be of great help after a high-quality death."

What attracted Qiao Mu's attention the most was the mysterious and mysterious miraculous skill "Martial Holy Spirit Rhinoceros Technique" that he had just obtained from the city lord's palace.

"It's said that it's extremely difficult to get started and requires a lot of xinxing. Isn't it quite easy for me? While I'm getting started, I still have time to practice many martial arts to a small degree."

"Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Art" is a method of refining the gods. It trains the intuition in the dark, which is indescribable and elusive.

Without actual combat, Qiao Mu couldn't say how much his intuition had improved, but he seemed to have a vague feeling...

He frowned and looked to the north of the mountain forest. He only saw the vast mountains and dense forests. He could not see anything strange at all with the naked eye.

But there is a vague feeling in my heart that I should go north?

Is this a plug-in? Can going to the north trigger the main quest?

oh? Am I a cheater to begin with? That's okay.

Just as Qiao Mu followed his intuition and took a few steps to the north, he suddenly heard the sound of soft footsteps next to him.

"who?"

A strong black man walked out of the grass, followed closely by several bandits with turbans on their heads.

When the black and strong man saw Qiao Mu, he was startled at first. He opened his eyes as big as copper bells and took a closer look. The look of shock in his eyes subsided slightly.

"I thought it was the ghost of Qiao Lin who ran out so quickly, but I didn't expect it was just a lookalike...ahem."

"Who are you? Why are you spying on my cottage?"

At this time, Qiao Mu's physical age was 42 years old, which was about ten years older than the "Qiao Lin" the bandits had seen.

Because Qiao Mu, who is over forty years old, has already achieved some success in Changsheng Quan, he does not feel any decline in his energy and blood at this time. He even looks younger than he actually is, looking about thirty years old.

But compared with the dead Qiao Lin, he was obviously older and more mature.

Qiao Mu coughed lightly.

His current physical age is 42 years old. Since he is over forty, he cannot be as frizzy as a young man, otherwise it will feel a bit inconsistent.

"My surname is Qiao and my first name is Qiao Sen. I came here to find my son Qiao Lin." Qiao Mu said seriously:

"This strong man just mentioned my son Qiaolin's name. Could it be that he is here?"

As soon as these words came out, the black and powerful man suddenly looked a little embarrassed.

...

A moment later, inside the medical clinic in the village.

Qiao Mu looked at his body on the hospital bed, with a mixture of grief and indignation on his face.

"The family motto of the Qiao family is that you deserve to die. My son sacrificed his life for righteousness and killed the son of the city lord, so he deserved to die."

Wang Songhe stood aside, with a strange embarrassment on his face.

"Brother Qiao Sen, I'm sorry, the deceased is gone, but the living are like this." He said slowly.

He didn't kill Qiao Lin, he could only say that he couldn't be saved.

But just after Qiao Lin died, his father came to visit him. As a doctor, he felt a bit ashamed and found it difficult to face Qiao Lin's father.

"You are right, the dead are gone, but the living are like this." Qiao Mu said deeply:

"The matter of the deceased has been settled, but the matter of the living must continue to be investigated."

"The lord of Yancheng, Guo Yan, killed my two children. I will kill him in a few days!"

Wang Songhe: ....

Looking at the trees at this time, Wang Songhe suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity in his heart.

No wonder the brothers of the Qiao family are so strong and brave, and so hard-headed.

It turns out it was you, the father, who taught me this!

Chapter 50 My second brother is invincible!

The sky is dim.

Lao Huang was walking alone in the alley, heading home.

His home was also in the outer city. As we walked deeper into the alley, it became darker and quieter as we walked.

Nearly half of the houses in the outer city were empty, and the alleyways he walked through were deserted and quiet, with only the sound of footsteps echoing.

"The old Zhang family disappeared two months ago. When did the old Chen family over the corner leave Yancheng...half a year ago?"

He walked slowly for a long time and turned a corner.

At a glance, I saw several dolls at home playing in the alley.

When Lao Huang walked over, his own doll stretched out his arms and crawled on top of him. Soon he had a doll hanging on his lap and another one on his back, calling in a sweet voice to Daddy to play with me.

The previous silence was gone, and the popularity suddenly returned.

At any other time, Lao Huang would have definitely teased the two little ones at home, but this time he had no intention of doing so. He just let the two little ones hang around him and returned home.

When he entered, he looked around at the neighbors who were still around.

The strange thing is that it's not completely dark yet, but most of the surrounding neighbors have their doors and windows closed.

If you listen and smell carefully, you can detect faint suppressed laughter coming from the house, as well as the faint aroma of wine wafting from the crack in the door.

"The city lord's great son must die."

"You have to let me get drunk."

"The way of heaven is reincarnation! Today is the day of three enlightenments!" This is what the old teacher next door said to himself.

"Great joy! Great joy! Great joy! Great joy! Great joy..." This was the butcher next door going crazy with his drunkenness.

Lao Huang also closed the door, set up an Eight Immortals table in the room and sat down. He also brought the old wine that he had kept secretly for a long time from the corner and talked about it with his wife at home.

Soon it was getting dark and the night was getting deeper.

The children, who had been noisy, had gone to sleep, and my wife had finished cleaning up the leftovers.

Lao Huang looked out of the window and saw only a few stars and a faint moon. The lights in every house were extinguished. Everything was quiet except for the faint chirping of insects.

Although he felt tired, he still didn't want to sleep, so he poured himself three more glasses of wine.

One cup is facing me, and the other two cups are facing the two empty places next to me.

"This glass of wine is dedicated to the Qiao brothers." His voice was low and slow, already slightly tipsy:

"I can't speak for you, and I can only keep this matter in my heart, but my life and the life of our family were saved by you. This matter cannot be forgotten."

In troubled times, human lives are like straw.

Lao Huang's family lives in the outer city, and he has experienced famine in the past few years. He has been used to seeing families displaced and destroyed.

But the death of the two brothers Qiao Mu and Qiao Lin really made him feel uneasy.

He had seen many dead people, but he had never seen such a death as the Qiao brothers.

The more troubled the times, the more disasters there are, and the more sinister and ugly people's hearts tend to be.

....

On the other side of the room, a fifteen-year-old girl and Huang's wife were also talking.

"Dad, is he drunk? The city lord's son has died. This should be a great event. Why doesn't he seem to be in a good mood?"

"It's a pity that the city lord's son died too early and could not wait for a few more years for me to become successful in martial arts, allowing me to kill this thief myself."

Lao Huang's eldest daughter is fifteen or sixteen years old. She is tall and graceful, with a slender and strong figure. Her long hair was neatly tied into a ponytail on the back of her head, revealing her white back neck. Her eyes were firm, and she had a somewhat heroic spirit that was rare for women.

When it comes to the death of the city lord's son, the eldest daughter is still a little angry.

She thought for a moment and walked towards Lao Huang.

"Big boy, please don't disturb your father, let him be alone." Old Huang's wife said warmly.

"I'm not disturbing him. Isn't he in a bad mood? I gave him a surprise to share my worries."

As soon as the eldest daughter walked towards Lao Huang, he came over with a wave of his hand:

"Big boy, your younger brothers and sisters are not sensible yet, but you have to remember that one cannot forget his roots."

"Let me tell you the story of the Qiao brothers..."

Halfway through what he was saying, the old man's eyes suddenly widened.

When he saw his own daughter, he gently stretched out a finger and pressed it into the table.

No matter how hard she exerted her strength, a clear small hole was left on the wooden Eight Immortals table.

"When did you develop your inner strength?" Lao Huang said in surprise:

"A few days ago, weren't you just able to lift three hundred kilograms of stone locks? You are still far away from your training limit of five hundred kilograms. Why did you suddenly develop your inner strength?"

"Last month." The eldest daughter replied calmly.

"Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing earlier?" Lao Huang was surprised and inexplicable.

As the saying goes, the poor in culture and wealth in martial arts, the early stage of a martial artist is the training stage. To make the body strong and the muscles grow, it is not just about hard training, but nutrition must also keep up.

With Lao Huang's family background, it would be extremely difficult to support a fifteen-year-old inner strength warrior.

"I'm hiding my clumsiness." The eldest daughter spread her hands and said with an innocent look on her face.

"Not all stories told by teahouse storytellers are like this. Martial arts geniuses who don't know how to hide their clumsiness and show their sharpness will die quickly."

Lao Huang subconsciously wanted to refute that his children had hidden it from him, but when he thought of the deaths of the two brothers Qiao Mu and Qiao Lin, he was immediately speechless.

"Okay, okay. Our eldest child is going to be successful." Old Huang became excited, blinked a few times, and almost shed tears. But when he saw the two empty wine glasses on the table, he sighed slightly.

"Big boy, you are much better than dad now. Dad has nothing else to teach you, except for one thing: never forget your roots."