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

As soon as Wang Songhe entered the door, his eyes immediately fell on Qiao Mu's face.

"Joseon?" He blurted out subconsciously, with a storm in his heart.

Not long ago, I heard the news of "Jopiff"'s death, and under the attention of all the people, he was completely burned by the holy woman Wu Qingxin, so why did he appear in this Yancheng again?

Among the former Qiao family, from Qiao Mu to Qiao Piff, all died in full view.

The only survivor was Qiao Sen who successfully assassinated Guo Yan.

He glanced at Wu Qizheng who was standing beside him, and suddenly realized.

If this sage had acted, there might be a way to heal Qiao Mu's meridians without having to suffer for ten or eight years.

He was thinking: After Qiao Sen left my cottage, did he get involved with the people from Wujihui?As a result, the injury was healed by a blessing in disguise?

And the dead "Joe Piff" in Heyang Fucheng...is it another Qiao family?

"Oh...it's nothing, I was wrong. The Qiao Sen I know is younger than you." Wang Songhe quickly realized.

Regardless of whether the Qiao Zhong in front of him is the original Qiao Sen, he should not speak out.

Because the Wu Shengren next to him is not a good person, it's probably not a good thing for Qiao Zhong to stand with Wu Shengren now.

It's just that his words and reactions were all taken into consideration by the Wu Shengren next to him.

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Wu Shengren took Wang Songhe's subtle emotional changes into his eyes, but didn't pay much attention:

"Wang Shanhe, why bother to cover up? It's just a fake name. Don't you use a fake name and identity? Or should I call you Wang Songhe now? Wang He?" Wu Shengren said casually.

As soon as these words came out, Qiao Mucai immediately realized that the disguised middle-aged stranger in front of him was the Wang Songhe he had met back then.

Heroes are forbidden by martial arts.

For rangers, it is actually a very common thing to disguise themselves and change aliases.

The bandit king Song He who was wanted by the government is like this, so is "Qiao Sen" who killed Yancheng City Lord Guo Yan in the street.

However, Qiao Mu is fundamentally different from other people's disguises and identities.

Several of his previous identities, such as "Qiao Mu", "Qiao Lin", and "Jopiff", basically died in full view of the public. Even if the gods came, they could not be brought back to life. This is an undeniable fact witnessed by countless people. There are still bones to prove it, so it is naturally impossible to play the trick of feigning death and escaping.

Therefore, Qiao Mu's flaw is not "Qiao Mu" and "Qiao Lin", but "Qiao Sen" who survived from Yancheng at that time.

And the biggest reason why he was seen through was also because after being knocked out by Wu Shengren, the disguise makeup on his body was removed.

"Qiao Zhong, is your real name Qiao Sen? So the Qiao family in Yancheng and Qiao Zhong who appeared in Heyang Fucheng are indeed from the same family?"

Wu Shengren didn't really care what Qiao Zhong's real name was, it was just because after the incident in the Saintess Village that day, he became curious about the "Qiao family" that Qiao Mu said.

After knowing that Qiao Zhong's hidden identity is Qiao Sen, he was a little less interested.

"That's it? The secret hidden by Qiao Zhong's face is just to kill a mere Yancheng city lord?"

After killing a Yancheng city lord, he changed his face and disguised himself and fled to a different place?

In the eyes of Wu Shengren, this kind of crime is nothing at all.

Wu Shengren suddenly lost his interest:

"The city lord of Yancheng is just a thing that can be destroyed at the touch of a hand... Killing a city lord of Yancheng, and then absconding with a different face? Thanks to me, I took your previous lie seriously. I really thought that there were countless elders behind you." Qiao's house."

The current lord of Yancheng, Wang Songhe:...

"Qizheng, you take Qiao Zhong... Qiao Sen, let's go first." Wu Shengren waved his hand a little impatiently:

"Go to Qingming Town first."

That's it?

He thought before that Qiao Mu's disguise was hiding some big secret, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that.

"Qingming Town?" Wang Songhe was slightly taken aback, vaguely aware that something was wrong.

He also knows Qingming Town, which is at the foot of the main peak of Qingming Mountain Range.

The so-called Qingming Town was actually just an ordinary small village.

It's just that as aliens entered the world to coerce the Great Yan court, the number of pilgrims who came to climb the mountain to burn incense gradually increased.

After coming and going, the small mountain village at the foot of the mountain became bigger and bigger and became a town.

Nominally, it is still a town under the administration of the Yan Dynasty. When it comes to population size, it is probably not the same as Yancheng.

More importantly, the depths of the Qingming Mountains is where the sect of the Xuantian Sect is located.

What is the plot of this martial sage taking Qiao Sen to the foot of the Qingming Mountains?

When Wang Songhe was thinking, the two of Qiao Mu had already walked away.

"Wang Shanhe." Wu Shengren stretched out his hand and threw a storage bag of a cultivator at will, and it fell into Wang Songhe's hands.

The storage bag is just an ordinary cloth bag in appearance, but the inner space is a storage and storage utensil that can only be refined by immortal monks.

Wang Songhe was a little puzzled, carefully examined the contents of the storage bag, and then his face changed slightly.

""Xuantian Treasure Sutra"? This is the foundation-building scripture for monks of the Xuantian Sect."

"There are not only foundation building scriptures, but also some other talismans and magic artifacts of immortal monks?" Wang Songhe held the storage bag in his hand, only feeling a little hot:

"Wu Shengren, what do you mean?"

"You and I have different ways, so we don't conspire with each other." Wu Shengren said calmly:

"The things of the monks of the immortal way are useless to me, so I might as well give them up to you, and I can make the best use of them."

"I haven't killed many immortal monks in these years, but it's still possible to gather a little immortal inheritance. These things are much stronger than the half-baked Taoism you practice."

Wang Songhe trembled a little. As an uninitiated person who did not enter the immortal sect and practiced spells on his own, did he know how heavy the gift thrown to him was by the light words of Wu Shengren.

No one knows how many warriors are willing to do odd jobs for the many Taoist sects under Xuantianzong's command, just for the sake of being taught the true Taoist Dharma by the immortal sects one day, and gaining longevity.

Although Wang Songhe was a high-ranking second-rank official before cultivating immortality, even the Dayan Dynasty was beaten to the ground. His power as a second-rank civil servant is naturally nothing in front of the immortal sect.

So he just managed to obtain the common Taoism inheritance of some small sect monks.

He has been cultivating Taoism for more than 30 years. Although he has some attainments in the way of immortality, it is only an empty realm, not enough in actual combat, and lacks corresponding techniques.

The low-ranking cultivators of Xuantianzong's proud talisman, the Bone Erosion and Lihuo Talisman, are such lethal weapons against warriors that Wang Songhe, who has become a monk halfway, will naturally not know it.

"Foreigners have the luck of a mortal dynasty." Wu Shengren still had that calm expression:

"It is said that the emperor in the world has his own luck, so the emperor cannot live forever. Even if the emperor cultivates Taoism, he is fishing for moons in water...Even if you succeed in cultivating Taoism, if you succeed in the future, you will not live for long, and you will not live forever."

"This little thing will be your grave tribute in the future."

After finishing speaking, Wu Shengren also walked away.

He has never been optimistic about Wang Songhe's path, but this does not affect him to do it casually, throwing something to this old friend.

"The way of martial arts is the only possibility to fight against the way of immortality. Wang Shanhe cultivates the way of immortality to control aliens... This road will take an extremely long time, and it will not work if you think about it."

"Martial Dao progresses faster than Immortal Dao... In the long run, time is on our martial arts side, but Martial Dao is too far behind, and I also need time...more time."

Wu Shengren ignored Wang Songhe who had a complex expression, and walked away on his own.

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The Wuji Society didn't have a good way to search for the emperor's whereabouts. They could only search repeatedly from Yancheng to the Qingming Mountains.

Deep in the Qingming Mountains is the sect of the Xuantian Sect, so the Wuji Society can only act in secret, for fear of scaring the snake.

Until Qiao Mu arrived at Qingming Town at the foot of the mountain range, there was no decent information on the emperor's whereabouts.

Qingming Peak soars into the sky, and a majestic Taoist temple can be vaguely seen from the foot of the mountain, and this small town is at the foot of the main peak, Qingming Peak.

Walking in this town, half of the shops you see along the street are small shops selling incense paper candles.

Qiao Mu found a roadside restaurant to sit down, ordered some food, sat on the bench and looked at the street scenery casually.

The population of this town is obviously quite dense, and there is an endless stream of pedestrians coming and going.

Many of them are pilgrims who came from other places, and often the pilgrims from other places will take a short rest in this town, buy incense candles in the store, and then climb the mountain and leave.

"Actually, it was just a small mountain village with less than a hundred households a few decades ago." Wu Qizheng explained in a low voice:

"It's just that with the rise of the aliens, Qingyun Temple has become the most famous Taoist temple nearby. More and more pilgrims come to Qingyun Temple, and they even regard Qingyun Temple on the mountain as some kind of holy place."

"A lot of pilgrims come from far away every day, just to burn incense for mountain climbing..."

Qiao Mu listened silently.

If it was in the previous life, the location of the Qingyun Temple was probably a famous mountain Taoist temple with relatively strong incense, a larger tourist attraction, nothing more.

But in this world, it's not that simple.

"I also walked around this town, but I didn't see any farmers' fields, and more shops selling incense paper candles." Qiao Mu whispered.

This voice was heard by a lame old man by the side of the road. He looked over and spoke with a smile:

"Brother, are you from other places? You don't understand this."

"In this town, less than half are merchants who sell incense, paper, candles and food, and most of the townspeople don't actually need to do those hard farm work."

This lame old man with gray temples looks a little older than 60-year-old Qiao Mu.

Although the old man was old, he also had age spots on his face, his skin was loose and wrinkled, but his face was rosy and full of energy, which was rarely seen since Qiao Shu traveled.

People in their [-]s are rare since ancient times, and commoners in ancient dynasties didn't live long. Even if there were commoners who could live to their old age, they would often look older due to more work.

And this lame old man is old, but he seems to be in good spirits. Those who don't know it think he has a new concubine.

"Brother, you don't need to do farm work. Could it be that you are making enough money just by doing business and renting out houses to pilgrims from other places? That's amazing." Qiao Mu said.

In the towns of tourist attractions in the previous life, many people lived by this, so he asked this question.

"Hey, they're all common people, where's the shop running?" The lame old man smiled smugly, as if he wanted to show off in front of pilgrims from other places:

"This is at the foot of the Taoist Temple of the Immortal Gate. The elders of the Xuantian Sect take pity on the hardships of ordinary people like us. Therefore, as long as we recite the Taoist scriptures and pray every day, and go up to the mountain to worship the gods on time, we will be able to live comfortably without having to work hard."

"Of course, this has to be done by the local townspeople." The old man was a little proud when he said this.

It's hard to get the household registration of this townsman.

Over the past few decades, the Dayan Dynasty has been tyrannical and taxed more and more. It has been almost 20 years since other cities and towns have received their taxes. Famines occur frequently. It is a rare good thing to be able to eat enough.

Under such a premise, there is such a town at the foot of the Qingming Mountains. As long as the townspeople recite scriptures and worship gods every day, they can live comfortably. What kind of paradise is this...

If it weren't for the fact that this place was under the control of the Xuantian sect of Xianmen, and it was difficult to get the household registration of the townspeople, the threshold of this town would have been broken by refugees from all over Nanzhou.

"The local townspeople..." Qiao Mu thought about it, and suddenly said:

"Brother, from your accent, do you sound like someone from Yancheng?"

"Huh? Can you hear it?" The lame old man was slightly surprised, and the smile on his face was even bigger:

"We were indeed from Yancheng before, but wasn't there a famine back then? We just ran away."

"I came to this town all the way, and I suffered a lot. An old bone was almost buried on the road. Later, the immortal elder of Xuantianzong took pity on my old age and made an exception to let me enter this town."

At the beginning, he was a famine refugee, old and frail, and precarious.

Now he is a townsman at the foot of Xianmen Mountain. He has no worries about food and clothing, and his life has changed tremendously.

It's no wonder that this lame old man is flushed and full of energy, and loves to show off to outsiders like Qiao Mu intentionally or unintentionally.

"It sounds like the Immortal Sect has done a great thing. The head of the Xuantian Sect is really a good person."

"Actually, brother, you have done a lot of good deeds and accumulated many virtues. This is why you have this blessing. When you are old, can you be happy. I, a foreigner, don't have this blessing."

What Qiao Mu said made the showy lame old man smile. He was planning to leave on crutches, but now he felt that he had a good chat with him, so he stopped and chatted a few more words.

The lame old man gradually opened up after hearing the good words.

Qiao Mu first insinuated and asked if there were any abnormalities in the town recently, such as the traces of Emperor Yonghe.

After finding nothing, Qiao Mu was also a little disappointed, and finally opened his mouth and asked:

"But there's one thing I don't understand, brother."

"You said that the elders of Xuantianzong have a kind heart, so that the townspeople can live comfortably even if they don't have to do production."

"But people live in this world, money and food are always indispensable."

"Where do you get the money and food you need for the survival of the townspeople?"