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

But so what?

Is it wrong to want to be a chivalrous hero before others, and to fight against the strong and help the weak to fight for justice?

"Forty is not confused, it should be to understand one's own heart, not to be confused by external things and outsiders, and to have a reason for oneself."

"And what I insist on..."

Qiao Mu looked at six directions, and his eyes flicked over the people around him.

There were pilgrims watching from a distance without knowing it, the ashen-faced fifth-rank senior official, and even the female cultivator Mingyue who huddled behind the crowd and stared at her coldly.

When he was in conflict with the Taoists at the entrance of the Taoist temple, even the officials of Dayan and the people of Dayan were not on his side, pointing fingers at him.

But what if he is not understood, ridiculed by everyone, and regarded as a reckless fool?

He is immortal, he just wants to stick to his principles!

"The world is dark, the officials collude, the court is exhausted, the fairy sect is hypocritical..."

"But I want to practice morality, I want to eliminate the strong and help the weak, I want to speak out and fight for the weak, until I die!"

"Don't accept it? Come up if you don't accept it! Kill me!!!" Qiao Mu charged into the crowd again holding a spear, laughing wildly.

Such an arrogant and willful posture made the pupils of Emperor Yonghe, who had been watching from a distance, shrink slightly, and the hands behind his back trembled slightly.

Chapter 83 Chapter 79 Please go to the Immortal to die! (6k, [-] in [-]

The turmoil caused by the trees at the entrance of the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain has caused a lot of trouble, causing too many people to stop and watch.

After all, Wu Fu forcibly broke into the Xuantian Temple and killed the green-eyed flying tiger of the fairy gate. Such a thing cannot be said to be rare, it is simply unheard of.

But on the back hill behind Xuantian Temple, it is still calm.

The morning light is faint, and the sun is shining between the mountains and forests.

A young Taoist in Tsing Yi walked slowly on the road, stepping on the low grass, and his trouser legs were wet with dew from the grass beside the road.

The waterfall on the edge of the cliff hangs there like a water curtain, and it falls on the small lake below, making a loud roar.

There were also cranes grooming their feathers by the lake. As the young Taoist in Tsing Yi approached, the koi in the lake jumped up in groups from the water, as if they were about to jump up the cliff against the waterfall.

From somewhere in the distance came the melodious sound of the guqin, and the sound of the qin was like gurgling water, flowing into the ears of the Taoist.

Under the big tree by the lake, two middle-aged Taoists were playing chess in front of the chessboard. Neither of them made a sound, but just looked at the chessboard quietly.

Although the two Taoists playing chess are middle-aged, their faces are benevolent and kind-hearted, with a bit of fairy air, like the mountain gods coming out of the painting, which makes people feel good.

This is a scene of tranquility and tranquility, like a peaceful scene in a fairyland, which indeed conforms to the secular imagination of immortals.

It's just in sharp contrast with the noisy street at the entrance of Xuantianguan at the foot of the mountain.

Up and down the mountain, like two separate worlds.

"Are the two brothers still playing chess here?" The young Taoist in Tsing Yi smiled and walked over.

"An interesting thing happened in the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain. Brothers don't want to go and see it?"

"Oh? What's the matter?" The Taoist on the left looked up.

"Don't be distracted and continue playing chess." The Taoist on the right's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were still looking at the chessboard.

Tsing Yi Taoist said:

"An ordinary martial artist has come down from the mountain, and he wants to force his way into Xuantian Temple."

"Oh." The Taoist on the left suddenly lost interest, and turned his gaze back to the chessboard.

None of them asked how much trouble this ordinary martial artist had caused, and no one asked how strong this ordinary martial artist was.

Anyway, they are all ordinary people, it doesn't matter.

"Senior brothers, don't you care if this martial artist breaks into the Taoist temple? After all, this is about my immortal incense." The young Taoist in Tsing Yi laughed.

"Junior brother, you have been practicing Taoism for a short time, and you have little experience." The Taoist on the left said lightly:

"It's just a mere martial artist, it won't do anything, otherwise I'll underestimate Xuantianzong too much."

"Besides, isn't there a group of martial slaves guarding the gate of the Taoist temple?"

"...Wu Nu?" The young Taoist seemed to have heard such a statement for the first time.

"It's a handyman Taoist who practices martial arts." The Taoist on the left chuckled:

"A group of mortal warriors think that they can enter my fairy gate and sit on an equal footing with me if they change into Taoist robes?"

"Oh, junior brother, you are different. We are formal sect disciples, so we are naturally different from ordinary people."

The young Taoist in Tsing Yi hesitated a bit:

"But after all, they are named under my immortal sect. The warrior who broke in is not too weak. If these handymen are dead, they will break into the Xuantian Temple..."

"Why do you care about those?" said the Taoist on the left:

"If you haven't entered the immortal way, you will be a mayfly after all, and you will die when you die."

Immortal cultivators retreat for as short as a few months and as long as several years.

The elders of the immortal sect with higher cultivation bases and the like may even retreat for ten, eight, or decades at a time.

Most mortals don't live more than sixty years, and a life of seventy has been rare since ancient times.

Warriors can generally live a little longer, but they are still within the scope of mortals. In the eyes of real immortals, they are just bigger bugs.

"It's just a bunch of martial slaves. It doesn't matter if they die. Most of them are martial masters who are willing to worship my immortal sect as slaves. Oh...you have to call the gatekeeper disciple."

"Besides, these martial slaves are not that simple." Speaking of this, the Taoist on the left side of the chessboard became a little interested:

"20 years ago, when I traveled to Zhongzhou, I passed by a small city, and the owner of that city was a warrior."

"According to their mortals, it seems to be a sixth grade?"

"Forget it, it's not important...the warrior accidentally saw me cast a spell, guess what?"

"He thought that his chance had come, so he insisted on kneeling down to worship me as his teacher, to teach me the way of immortality, and he insisted on presenting his wife and children to me...Of course I didn't have that spare time, so I left directly."

"After another year, I came back to that city by chance. Guess what?"

"That martial artist killed his wife and children, and he said he wanted to kill his wife to prove the way. It was just because he thought that I refused to test him at that time, and felt that he was not destined to be immortal and could not cultivate immortality!"

The Taoist on the left laughed as he talked.

"These martial slaves and ordinary martial artists are all the same." The Taoist on the right who had been silent also interjected:

"Why should I take action to eradicate the martial artist who broke through the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain? If we don't take action, the gang of martial slaves still think that we are testing their heart of Taoism."

The two Taoists who were playing chess looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

"What's more, isn't the bright moon at the foot of the mountain?"

"Mingyue? Oh, the servant who feeds the spirit beast for the saint."

When mentioning Mingyue, these Taoist priests all had a half-smile expression on their faces.

"Mingyue has worshiped my Xuantian Sect for more than ten or twenty years, what Tao can she cultivate?"

"Although she has a spiritual root, she is impetuous and her cultivation is not good. Because of this, she is just a servant of the holy maiden who raises spirit beasts..."

"I heard that she is very popular with saintesses. Presumably, saintesses also give talismans and other self-defense objects. No matter how poor her cultivation is, she won't be unable to deal with an ordinary warrior."

At this time, the young Taoist in Tsing Yi interrupted:

"Speaking of which, the saint's spirit beast cub rushed down the mountain, and was beheaded by that ordinary warrior."

Speaking of this, the two Taoists who were playing chess were slightly moved.

"Saint...is she still in retreat?"

"So that's how it is... The turmoil at the foot of the mountain is probably caused by the bright moon."

"What happened to her? Hehe."

"What are you talking about her? Play chess and chess."

The Taoists concentrated on playing chess again, stopped chatting, and ignored the disturbance at the gate of the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain.

The mountain has returned to its previous peace and tranquility, like a fairyland.

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

At the foot of the mountain, at the entrance of Xuantian Temple.

Under the disintegration of the demon, Qiao Mu's blood was almost boiling, and he laughed wildly with a spear in his hand.

Such a gesture, such bold words, let alone Emperor Yonghe who knew him well.

Those pilgrims who didn't know the truth in the distance were unconsciously dazzled for a while, and said in their hearts: What a hero!

Although Qiao Mu let out his rhetoric, he also used his good battlefield spear skills.

But he also encountered obstacles that he had never encountered before.

Before Qiao Mu was in Yancheng, in the name of Qiao's father and son, he fought many times against the crowd, and earned his reputation.

Later, when he assassinated the city lord's mansion in the street, the city lord's guards were already afraid and did not dare to fight him head-on.

But this time is different.

The name of Qiaopifu is not very famous in Heyang Prefecture.

After talking about government affairs and insulting the emperor before, his name was only spread in the ears of some local officials and nearby people, and he was not a famous name.

These Taoists at the gate of Xuantian Temple are not only stronger than the original guards of the city lord's mansion, but some of them also have a fanaticism that Qiao Mu can't understand.

"The thief, An, dares to break into the important place of my fairy gate!"

"Vulgar martial artist, if you dare to disturb the peace of the Immortal Gate, you should be punished!"

"Why do brothers on the mountain make a move, I can destroy you!"

Although most of these handymen and Taoists can't be called fighting desperately, they still work hard, which is much better than the guards of Yancheng City Lord's Mansion who did not work hard at the beginning.

"Should die! I, Fade Chen, will get rid of your thief today!" A burly Taoist with a body like an iron tower roared loudly, his voice was like thunder, and he was full of energy.

But after this roar, he couldn't help but cast a glance in the direction of the back mountain, and then rushed forward bravely.

The other Taoists were startled for a moment, and then they all understood.

"I, Chen Shan, would like to serve the Immortal Sect with my life and kill this rude and barbaric martial artist!"

"I, Wang Ming, shed the last drop of blood for the sect today, and I will also kill this murderer!"

"I, Liu Ziming, am also willing to go through fire and water for the fairy gate..."

Hearing these voices, the corners of Qiao Mu's eyes twitched slightly.

As a person who often reads death comments, he is slightly familiar with these lines.

"Are you acting for their big brother? Is it time for me to comment?"

Qiao Mu sneered, and the spear in his hand stabbed like electricity, piercing through the two martial artists.

His acting is really fatal, and he has indeed saved people.

And whether these Taoists are chanting slogans with empty teeth, or are they really determined to fight to the death...Qiao Mu actually doesn't care.

"kill!"

He charged forward with a gun, and the internal strength of his whole body continued to burst out, and the skin pores on his body once again leaked blood.

There was a muffled sound.

A sturdy Taoist with a body like an iron tower slapped the side of Qiao Mu's spear head, and with great force, he tilted Qiao Mu's spear to the ground.He wore metal snares on his hands, and his eyes were cold. It was the first Taoist who spoke just now, Fade Chen.

Really a little heavy?

After the fight just now, Qiao Mu also roughly grasped the level of this burly Taoist.

Qiao Mu is currently entering the sixth rank, but relying on the disintegration of the demon to erupt, the inner strength explodes exponentially, and the inner strength that this burly Taoist erupted just now is only slightly worse than him, and it is estimated that he is a warrior in the late sixth rank.

"Sixth-rank warriors all want to beg for mercy from the fairy gate, are they all gatekeepers?"

Qiao Mu held the pistol in his hand and paused slightly.

"You can't go in again." The burly Taoist Fade Chen said coldly, and at the same time he roared like thunder:

"The demon disintegrates!"