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

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

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

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

But from the perspective of these thieves, the martyr Qiao Lin lived tenaciously and died tragically... This adds a bit of legend and tragic color to the original "Martyr Qiao Lin died in the city lord's mansion".

To put it this way, Wang Songhe's rescuing himself, although causing Qiao Mu to die a few days later, is not a bad thing-according to the rules Qiao Mu explored, this should be something that can improve the death evaluation.

With a thought, Qiao Mu's mind sank into the ocean of his heart.

Evaluation of this death: B+

Lifespan consumed by death: 10 years

Remaining resurrections this week: 0/5

Current age: 42

Skills: Longevity Fist (Small Success), Rippled Wave Strength (not yet started), Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Jue (beginner)

Military Spearmanship (Proficient)

Iron crotch skill (proficient) Iron cloth shirt (small success)

Disintegration of Heavenly Demon Dafa (Small Accomplishment)

Ten years passed in a blink of an eye.

Over the past ten years, Qiao Mu practiced hard every day as usual, day and night, endlessly.

Looking internally at his dantian, Qiao Mu found that his dantian's sea of ​​qi had swelled a circle, and the invisible internal energy in the center of the qi sea was already full, and a cyclone appeared in his dantian.

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

Compared with the increase in martial arts cultivation base, after this B+ death evaluation, the biggest change is the various martial arts skills that Qiao Mu has mastered.

Longevity Boxing has achieved a small success, and the two hard skills have also reached a small success and proficiency respectively.

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

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

"In the future, we still need to learn more martial arts and martial arts as much as possible, so that it will be of great help after high-quality deaths."

What attracted Qiao Mu's attention the most was the mysterious martial art "Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue" that he had just obtained from the City Lord's Mansion.

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

"Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue" is a method of refining the gods, and it is indescribable and elusive to practice intuition.

On the premise of no actual combat, Qiao Mu can't say how much his intuition has been strengthened now, but he seems to have a vague feeling...

He frowned and looked to the north of the mountains and forests, only seeing the vast mountains and dense forests, and he didn't find anything unusual with his naked eyes.

But there is a faint feeling in my heart, it seems that I should go north?

Is this a plug-in account?Going to the north can trigger the main task?

Oh?I was just hanging up?That's fine.

Just as Qiao Mu followed his intuition, he walked a few steps to the north, when suddenly there was the sound of footsteps beside him.

"who?"

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

When the big black man saw Qiao Mu, he was startled at first, and then he widened his copper-bell-sized eyeballs to look carefully, and the shock in his eyes faded slightly;

"I thought it was Qiao Lin's dead soul who came out so quickly, but I didn't expect it was just a lookalike... cough cough."

"Who are you? Why did you spy on my cottage?"

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

Because of the minor success of Changshengquan, Qiao Mu, who is over 30 years old, doesn't feel any decline in his energy and blood at this time, and even his body looks younger than he actually is. He looks about [-] years old on the outside.

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

Qiao Mu coughed lightly.

Now his physical age is 42 years old. Since he is over [-] years old, he can't be as frizzy as a young man, otherwise he will feel a little disobedient.

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

"The strong man mentioned the name of my son Jolin just now. Could it be that he is here?"

As soon as these words came out, the big black man suddenly became a little embarrassed.

...............

A moment later, in the medical hall in the cottage.

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

"Qiao's family motto, death is worthy of death. My son sacrificed his life for righteousness and killed the son of the city lord, but he deserved his death."

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

"Brother Qiao Sen, my condolences, the dead are gone, and the living are like this." He said slowly.

He didn't put Qiao Lin to death, he could only say that he couldn't save him.

But as soon as Qiao Lin died, his father came to the door. As a doctor, he really felt a little bit ashamed, and it was a bit difficult to face this Qiao Lin's father.

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

"The matter of the dead is over, but the matter of the living must continue to be pursued."

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

Wang Songhe:...

Looking at Qiao Mu at this time, Wang Songhe suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity.

No wonder the brothers of the Qiao family are so fierce and brave, and their heads are so hard.

So it was you, the father, who taught me!

Chapter 52 Chapter 50 My second brother is invincible!

The sky is dim.

Lao Huang was walking alone in the alley, rushing to the house.

His house is also in the outer city. Walking all the way to the depths of the alley, the darker and quieter it gets.

Nearly half of the houses in the outer city were empty, and the alleys he walked were deserted and quiet, only the echo of footsteps.

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

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

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

When Lao Huang walked over, his own doll stretched out his arms and crawled on him. Soon he hung a doll on his lap, and carried another on his back. He called Daddy to play with me in a childish voice.

The previous silence was gone, and the popularity suddenly came back.

At other times, Lao Huang would definitely have to tease the two babies in his family, but at this time he didn't have such a thought, he just let the two babies hang on his body and went back home.

When he entered the door, he also looked left and right at the neighbors who were still around.

The strange thing is that it's not completely dark yet, but the neighbors in the surrounding neighborhood are basically with their doors and windows closed.

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

"The city lord is so big, die."

"Got to get me drunk."

"The way of heaven is good for reincarnation! Today is the Three Great Whites!" This is what the old teacher next door said to himself.

"Overjoyed! Overjoyed! Overjoyed! Overjoyed! Overjoyed..." It was the butcher next door who was drunk.

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

Soon it was dark and the night was getting darker.

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

Lao Huang looked out of the window, only to see the moon and stars were sparse, the lights of thousands of houses were also extinguished, everything was silent, only the faint sound of insects could be heard.

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

One cup is for himself, and the other two cups are for the two empty seats next to him.

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

"I can't speak for you, and I can only hide this matter in my heart, but my life, our family's life, was saved by you, and this matter must not be forgotten."

In troubled times, human life is worthless.

Lao Huang's family lives in the outer city, and he has also experienced famine over the years, and he is used to seeing his family displaced and destroyed.

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

He has seen many dead people, but he has never seen someone who died like the brothers of the Qiao family.

The more troubled the world is, the more disasters there are, the more sinister and ugly people's hearts are often seen.

..........

On the other side of the house, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl was also talking with Lao Huang's wife.

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

"It's a pity that the son of the city lord died too early, and I couldn't wait for me to achieve martial arts for a few more years, so that I could kill this thief with my own hands."

Lao Huang's eldest daughter is fifteen or sixteen years old, and she is slim and tall, with a tall and strong figure.Her long hair was neatly tied into a ponytail at the back of her head, revealing her white nape, her eyes were firm, and she had a heroic air rarely seen in women.

Speaking of the death of the city lord's son, the eldest daughter was still a little bit annoyed.

She thought for a while, and walked towards Lao Huang.

"Big baby, don't disturb your father, let him be quiet." Old Huang's wife said warmly.

"I'm not disturbing him, isn't he in a bad mood, I'll give him a surprise, it's a share of worries."

As soon as the eldest daughter walked towards Lao Huang, he waved her hand and walked over:

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

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

In the middle of the old Huang's words, his eyes suddenly widened.

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

No matter how hard she exerted herself, a small clear 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, didn't you just be able to lift three hundred catties of stone locks? It's still far from the strength training limit of five hundred catties. Why did you suddenly develop inner strength?"

"Last month." The eldest daughter replied calmly.

"Why didn't you say something about such a big deal earlier?" Lao Huang was inexplicably astonished.

As the saying goes, if you are poor and rich in martial arts, the early stage of a martial artist is the stage of strength training. To make the body strong and the muscles grow, it is not only possible to bury your head in hard training, but also to keep up with nutrition.

With Lao Huang's family background, it is even more difficult to support a 15-year-old inner strength warrior.

"It's clumsy." The eldest daughter spread her hands, her face innocent:

"Not all storytellers in teahouses tell stories like this. Martial arts geniuses who don't know how to hide their clumsiness and show their sharpness will die very quickly."

Lao Huang subconsciously wanted to refute that his children were hiding from him, but when he thought of the death of the two brothers Qiao Mu and Qiao Lin, he immediately became speechless.

"Okay, okay. Our eldest child is promising." Lao Huang became excited, blinked his eyes a few times, and almost shed tears.But when he saw the wine glasses on the two empty places on the table, he sighed again.

"Big boy, you are much stronger than daddy now, and daddy has nothing else to teach you, except one thing, you can't forget your roots in life."

"I don't know if there are other descendants of the Qiao family... Big baby, you are capable, and you will be promising in the future. When you meet Qiao's family, remember to take care of them."

"I understand." The eldest daughter agreed deeply.