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

He is not from Wujihui, but Hai Wuya can be.

Moreover, Hai Wuya can be regarded as a strange person in the martial arts gathering where all the heroes gather. He is ranked No. 72 among the 60 sages.

"Still studying." The official in the prison replied:

"Through the 30 years in prison, the books he read are all miscellaneous books on medical skills, meridians, herbs, and acupuncture points for the human body. Although there are also martial arts secret books, they are not very deep, and they are all non-advanced foreign exercises."

"It's a strange person." Wayne nodded:

"It is indeed very human to be able to study in a place like Tian Prison for 30 years."

Hai Wuya is a strange person.

He was a well-known Confucian scholar in his early years. Unexpectedly, he failed the imperial examinations year after year and lost his name year after year.

In a fit of rage, he shaved off his hair and became a monk, entered the Shaolin Temple, which had not yet perished at that time, and became a monk.

At that time, everyone thought that he had suffered a huge blow and was about to abandon literature and pursue martial arts.

Unexpectedly, this person has extraordinary aptitude in martial arts, and he practiced the fierce foreign martial arts of Shaolin Temple.

Later, people in the court recruited him as a military officer, and he readily agreed.

The world thought that when a martial arts superstar was rising, Hai Wuya actually abandoned martial arts and became a civil servant. He said that he had no intention of competing in the battlefield, and he didn't care about the bravery of ordinary people. .

It took him another ten years to switch from a military officer to a civilian officer, and finally at the age of 50, he became a minister of the Ministry of Rites, and he became a second-rank official in the court, which has become a good story.

Hai Wuya later mentioned this past event, and said that when he was young, he was taught by a nobleman, saying that practicing martial arts was a shortcut to becoming an official, so he shaved his hair and became a monk.

The so-called Zhongnan shortcut means that if you want to be an official, you don't need to take the imperial examination, and you first go to Zhongnan Mountain to be a hermit.

After your name as a hermit is packaged beautifully, an official from the imperial court will naturally come to look for you and invite you to be an official in the imperial court.

This is the ultimate shortcut for literati to become officials.

And the shortcut for the warriors of the Great Yan Dynasty to become officials is to practice martial arts hard.

As long as his martial arts are strong enough and his background is untainted, at worst he can become a loose official.

Na Hai Wuya practiced martial arts, in fact, the idea was born after being instructed by a nobleman.

Hai Wuya's martial arts training has never been his goal, but just a means to be an official.

"Hai Wuya...how far has his martial arts cultivation declined?" Wayne asked.

In a place like Tianlao, people usually eat porridge that can only satisfy their hunger, and the environment is dark and humid. Snakes, insects, rats and ants are not uncommon, so it is not a tall place.

Wu Fu has been in this kind of place for a long time, so it's strange that his blood doesn't decline.

What's more, Hai Wuya is old, and he was a foreign martial artist in his early years.

This question stopped the prison officials, and he quickly waved his hand and called Fang Yuan, the young jailer who was in charge of the area where Qiao Mu and others were.

"It's the eighth grade." Fang Yuan replied respectfully.

"Eighth grade? How do I remember that his blood has declined to ninth grade?" Wayne was taken aback.

Fang Yuan said respectfully:

"About half a year ago, he returned to the eighth rank of martial arts."

"Can it go up?" Wayne was also amazed.

Aging and frailty, birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature.

It is normal for a martial artist to lose his qi and blood when he gets old, especially for a foreign martial artist like Hai Wuya.

Foreign martial artists tend to enter the country faster than internal martial artists, especially those who practice hard skills and horizontal kung fu. As long as they are hard enough and not afraid of pain, practicing a golden bell-covered iron cloth shirt and iron sand palms is faster than slow training. too much.

But the pain accumulated in the early years often breaks out in middle-aged and old age.

Some foreign martial artists who did not practice properly were full of energy and blood when they were young, and they were even weaker than ordinary people in old age, and they were extremely depressed.

On Ru Hai Wuya's side, martial arts training is only for those who are famous and official, so naturally the decline is faster than ordinary martial artists.

It's just beyond Wayne's expectation that Hai Wuya is over 80 years old, and he can still go up?

Besides, this is a prison in the sky, how can you get up there with just that little porridge?

Thinking of this, Wayne unconsciously pressed the secret book in his arms, and a strange thought came to his mind.

But he knew that this Hai Wuya was also a member of the Wuji Club.

The nobleman who instructed him to practice martial arts at the beginning was a martial saint who had not yet been conferred a saint.

Chapter 122 Chapter 117 Martial arts pioneer (4k

Within the prison.

"Qiao Daxia, this is a specialty of the capital, honey-roasted chicken, can you see if it is enough... No, is it fragrant enough?"

Fang Yuan, a young prison guard, handed Qiao Mu a roast chicken, and it filled his mouth with oil.

"Yes, it's strong enough." Qiao Mu nodded happily.

He didn't expect that he could still enjoy such treatment in this day's prison, which almost made him wonder if there was some malicious person trying to save his life.

But after thinking about it carefully, Qiao Mu rejected this possibility.

As the assassin who assassinated the emperor and the warrior who smashed the idol, he offended the Nine Great Immortals and Emperor Yonghe at the same time.

Not to mention him, even if Wu Shengren is resurrected, it is impossible to walk out of the dungeon alive.

No one can save Qiao Mu's life, this wave must be stable.

And the person who invited him to eat the roast chicken was presumably not someone else, but the little jailer in front of him.

"This guy is young, but he has good eyesight." Qiao Mu smiled lightly and said with a smile on purpose:

"I've eaten and drank enough, shouldn't it be time for the old man to be punished? Why don't I pull out the old man's toenails first?"

He did it on purpose.

Anyway, the disintegration of his Heavenly Demon has reached the unparalleled level of proficiency in the world. Although the meridian is cut off, it can be used with only one qi and blood. If the punishment is too severe, he will commit suicide on the spot. What are you afraid of?

"Uh..." What Qiao Mu said with a smile made Fang Yuan, who was used to torture and abuse, a little bit speechless, so he could only laugh and say:

"Hero Qiao was joking. You are a recidivist named by His Majesty. If Lord Wayne Wei does not nod, you will not be executed without permission."

Qiao Mu glanced at the jailer Fangyuan with a half-smile.

This kid is indeed a ghost.

Since he was interrogated by Wayne yesterday, Qiao Mu noticed a slight change in the attitude of the jailers towards him.

He guessed that this might be the influence of Wayne, so he deliberately tried to test it out just now.

And this kid named Fang Yuan, although young, has a lot of eyes.

He heard Qiao Mu's temptation, and said something about Wayne very cooperatively.

"I'm full, there's half a chicken left, take it to Lao Hai next door," Qiao Mu said.

When he eats chicken, it's just that a bird fades out of his mouth, and it's enough to satisfy his appetite.

As for Hai Wuya next door, his body looked a bit weak.Qiao Mu also didn't want to see the prisoner next door, just like the old Qian, suddenly belched, so he just mentioned it casually.

"Old Qiao, you really have a heart." Hai Wuya nodded without refusing.

After all, he is also an old martial artist whose energy and blood have declined, and it would be a good thing if he could have roast chicken to nourish his body.

However, he was taciturn, just simply thanked him, and once again immersed himself in the world of books.

Qiao Mu didn't care either, anyway, he borrowed chickens to offer Buddha, and did it casually.

He then turned his head to look at the jailer Fangyuan.

"Tell me, what do you want from this old man? There is a sick person at home, do you want to smear some blood on the steamed bun?" Qiao Muhun said nonchalantly.

"Hero Qiao regards life and death as nothing, Fang Yuan admires..." Fang Yuan patted his ass and said deeply;

"But how does Daxia Qiao know that there is another sick little sister in my family... but she has already disappeared."

Are you starting to talk about your miserable life experience?

Qiao Mu was very familiar with this miserable routine, so he kept silent on purpose and didn't ask any further questions.

Seeing that Qiao Mu was unmoved, Fangyuan had no choice but to continue:

"Actually, since I was a child, I wanted to be like the great hero Qiao and walk around the world with a sword, and become that knight-errant..."

"So it's because of the old man's martial arts? But the era of martial arts has passed, what's the use of practicing martial arts? Even the martial arts sages are dead."

Qiao Mu decisively persuaded him to leave.

The kind of sages of martial arts all died under the thunder of the immortals, and their bones were still cold. Isn't it the reverse version to practice martial arts at this time?

What?Why does Qiao Mu still practice martial arts?Because he is also a coward.

Moreover, he only has one iron spirit root, and it takes a long time to cultivate immortality, which is half the effort for Qiao Mu, so it is better to practice martial arts.

"Hero Qiao wants to talk about the alien who practiced immortality?" Fang Yuan chuckled slightly:

"I'm not as ambitious as Qiao Daxia. I want to use martial arts to compete with that immortal. I just want to practice martial arts to strengthen my body. In the future, I will be able to kill my enemies with my hands."

Fangyuan sighed and said deeply;

"My Fangyuan family is considered well-off, but after the death of my parents, the ancestral house was also forced to sell. The little sister who fell into a strange disease didn't want to drag me down, so she left home without telling me."

"And relying on the shadow of my ancestors, I managed to sneak into the sky prison and become a jailer, which is considered a job."

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

The night is already deep, and the night covers the earth.

In the south of the imperial capital, there stands a famous scenic spot called Feiyan Pagoda.

The tower is like a gushing out, and the lonely towering sky palace.The Feiyan Pagoda has nine floors. It is a square tower built of bricks and stones, soaring into the sky, and tourists often come and go during the day.

But when the night was low, there was a black shadow flying through the night like a big bird. He raised his figure a few times, and easily escaped the sight of the patrolmen and climbed to the top of the Feiyan Pagoda.

Wearing black night clothes, Wayne stood on the top of the tower, looking down at the imperial capital under the night with a blank expression.

In the night, in the shadows, the great city stands like a silent beast on the plain.

His eyes were deep and deep, and he looked towards the north of the city.

In the 40 years of the Alien War, the Taoist temples of the Nine Great Immortals have spread in many big cities in Kyushu, and the imperial capital is no exception.

In the north of the city is the residence of the Dao Sect's sect, and there is also a Taoist temple with a lot of incense, even though it is late at night, it is still brightly lit.

"Why did you choose to meet here? Wayne?"

A figure silently appeared behind Wayne. This is a middle-aged man with a resolute and calm face.

Wayne didn't answer Wu Qiankun's question, but just said to himself:

"Wu Shengren's last wish can't be fulfilled, then Qiao Zhong's meridian has been cut off, no matter how good the kung fu is, he can't practice it."

"Qiao Zhong's meridian has been cut off?" Wu Qiankun was slightly taken aback, then sighed:

"Forget it, this is also his fate."

"I wanted to hand over the exercises to him to fulfill the last wish of the sage Duanwu, but after he practiced the exercises, he might have a slim chance to save himself... With such a fate, there is nothing we can do."

On the Qingyun Temple that day, all the assassins from the Wujihui were wiped out. Although Wu Qiankun had other channels to inquire about information, he didn't know the details of the Qiaoshu's meridians being cut off.

Therefore, although Wu Shengren prepared extraordinary exercises for him, they probably won't be able to use them for disabled people whose meridians have all been cut off.

It's just that Wayne frowned slightly, a little surprised:

"You Wujihui, aren't you going to save Qiao Zhong? If so, why give him the exercises?"

"These are two different things." Wu Qiankun said seriously:

"Giving him the exercises is just to fulfill Wu Shengren's last wish: At the beginning, Wu Shengren once said that if Qiao Zhong can survive the assassination of the emperor, he will give him the top-notch exercises, that's all."

"And whether he can escape from prison and survive on his own depends on his ability."

Wu Shengren's actions are imitating the natural law of God's natural selection.

He is like an old farmer. The cattle and sheep in the pasture are not good-looking. If they are sick or depressed, they will be slaughtered in advance by him... because he never raises useless waste on his farm.

Only the 72 sages with special talents can survive to the end without being slaughtered by the martial sages.

Because of Qiao Zhong's original challenge, Wu Shengren looked at him differently, so he recruited him to assassinate the emperor... and this favor is also limited.