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

If Qiao Zhong didn't survive the assassination of the emperor, blame him for being weak.

If Qiao Zhong practiced the kung fu and failed to escape from the prison, it would still be his weakness.

So Wu Jihui will not rob prisons... and the prison is so heavy, that robbing prisons by force will fail in all likelihood, let alone a key criminal like Qiao Mu who broke the rules of the immortal sect.

This is the imperial capital, not Nanzhou.

Emperor Yonghe, who visited privately with a micro-service, would be besieged and killed by the Wuji Society once he appeared in Nanzhou.

But now that the location is in the imperial capital, the situation is reversed.

Even Wu Qiankun, the little martial sage who claims to be the closest to a martial sage, can't act recklessly in the imperial capital.

Although the Great Yan Dynasty has been turbulent for 40 years, the foundation is still there, and the Human King Sword is one of them.

"I understand." Wayne frowned deeply, and his voice was low:

"You don't care too much about Qiao Zhong's life and death, you just act to fulfill Wu Shengren's last wish."

"I really don't like you bloody rats." Wayne turned his head, staring at Wu Qiankun with knife-sharp eyes, and an inexplicable pressure began to emerge:

"Is Wu Shengren's last wish so important?"

"Or, Wu Shengren is not dead at all?"

Wayne had seen Wu Shengren himself in his early years, and it was precisely because he understood the man's behavior that he doubted whether Wu Shengren's death was real.

After all, how could a person like Wu Shengren attack the Xianmen by force and risk himself when he was not sure?

However, facing Wayne's witness and pressure, Wu Qiankun looked calm and composed:

"Wu Shengren is dead. This is an indisputable fact. After all, man is not as good as God."

"The deceased is dead, don't treat him as a savior who has no plans to leave anything behind, let alone the last hope of some human warrior...Of course this hope has also been shattered at this moment."

This hope was extinguished by Wu Shengren himself... Wu Qiankun said silently in his heart.

After Wu Shengren's death, whether all horses are silent or a hundred schools of thought are contending, I can only witness slowly with my own eyes.

After all, a single flower is not spring, a garden full of flowers blooms in spring.

This may be a long dark age, soaked in blood and fire, immortals living high in the clouds, and the world will be turned into an oven.

Wu Qiankun has now started to take over the great cause of Wu Jihui, the higher he stands, the further he sees, and he gradually begins to understand Wu Shengren's thoughts.

"Let's get down to business, let's talk about Qiao Zhong's matter... Since the prepared exercises can't be used, we can only find another one." Wu Qiankun said.

"In your martial arts club, there are top-notch martial arts that can be practiced even by crippled people who can cut off their meridians?" Wayne asked.

"There are martial arts, but they can be called the top ones. They don't exist yet, maybe soon." Wu Qiankun replied.

"Not yet?" Wayne frowned, Wu Qiankun's ambiguous response made him look a little bit unfriendly.

What about the man pretending to be a riddle in front of him?

Believe it or not, he immediately shot a cloud-piercing arrow, assembled the army of the imperial capital, and sent you to the prison tonight for vacation?

Wu Qiankun seemed to see Wayne's displeasure, but he didn't take it too seriously, and just continued to explain:

"In the arsenal of the Martial Arts Association, there are old martial arts from all over the world, but none of them are suitable."

"Not in the arsenal, doesn't mean Wujihui doesn't exist."

"Wayne, haven't you been in the sky prison? Didn't you inquire about the matter of Hai Wuya?"

Hai Wuya, ranked No.72 among the 60 sages under Wu Shengren's sect.

The so-called 72 sages are not rankings in terms of martial arts cultivation, because pure martial arts cultivation is not very important to martial saints, no matter how strong they are, they are not as strong as him.

Martial arts cultivation is just one aspect of measuring the 72 sages. What really makes the 72 sages survive under the hands of the martial sages is their unique skills and astonishing talents.

As the parent and son of Wu Shengren, Wu Qizheng inherited his strangely strong physical body, so he is extraordinarily strong.Moreover, he had long thought of hiding his clumsiness, so he ranked third from the bottom among the 72 sages.

"You mean, Hai Wuya may have a skill suitable for Qiao Zhong?"

Wayne looked at Hai Wuya with admiration now.

Wu Shengren's arsenal is notoriously inclusive, it contains both the essence of the old martial arts, and the strange new martial arts created by Wu Shengren.

Even martial arts sages couldn't find a top-notch skill suitable for Qiao Zhong, but Hai Wuya might have one?

"Maybe, maybe not, you have to ask him, not me." Wu Qiankun's eyes were deep.

Wu Shengren is extremely powerful in martial arts, and he is too strong, so the entire Wu Jihui implements Wu Shengren's will alone.

What Wu Shengren said is right, even if other people know they are wrong, they may not dare to point it out in person.

Therefore, in the entire Martial Arts Association, there can only be one martial art, and that is the martial sage's way of refining gods.

But Hai Wu Ya is quite special.

Although he is 72 sages, he is in the prison of the imperial capital, which is a small environment isolated from the outside world.

No matter how powerful Wu Shengren is, it will be difficult to affect him who is within the prison of the imperial capital.

Therefore, he is free to explore new martial arts directions instead of following the path of martial saints.

This is not considered to be behind closed doors, talking on paper.

Because Hai Wuya is indeed a genius who has entered the fourth rank, and has experienced a lot of ups and downs in his life. Although he is imprisoned, he can read a lot of books, and he will not work behind closed doors.

Hai Wuya is one of the seeds of martial arts recognized by the martial sages.

This seed does not germinate now, but it will benefit future generations.

A brand-new martial arts that is different from the martial arts of today's martial arts, and also different from the ancient martial arts of the old martial arts, is bound to be imperfect, and it will take a long time for countless practitioners to improve bit by bit.

There may be many people who will die because of practicing this kind of imperfect exercise, and they may go halfway and find that it is a dead end.

In Wu Qiankun's view, Qiao Zhong, a condemned prisoner who must die, is very suitable as an explorer...or a victim of this new martial art.

Chapter 123 Chapter 118

"Stalker step? This seems to be the light work of a snitch?"

"That's right." Qiao Mu nodded, and read out the hidden image step formula in memory, and passed it on to Fang Yuan.

This stealth step is not exchanged for a few days of roast chicken, but also includes a condition: money, the money Qiao Mu got after he was released from prison.

This Fangyuan claimed that his family was in decline, and was squeezed out by his enemies and creditors, so he was forced to sell his ancestral house to his enemies.

Even so, after selling the ancestral house, I still have some spare money on hand, otherwise I wouldn't be bringing roast chicken into the dungeon every day.

As a prisoner on death row, Qiao Mu's money had already been confiscated. Although he still had some savings in Nanzhou, he was penniless in Zhongzhou at the moment.

Qiao Mu thought, after his head landed, he must have some money on hand, and now he was just preparing in advance.

Qiao Mu's words fell into the ears of the jailer Fangyuan, but it was the words of the hero Tuogu who knew he was about to die: I taught him martial arts to Fangyuan, just to leave some money for the family...

It is true that the tiger has fallen into the sun, and the hero is late.

"However, why is it the lightness kung fu of the Snitch?" Fang Yuan was lost in thought.

Qiao Mu seemed to see what he was thinking, and only smiled and said:

"What's so bad about lightness kung fu? You can't beat other people with hard work, you can only dodge with light kung fu."

Several silhouettes of warriors who were completely burned in the Lihuo flashed in his mind, and his mood was slightly depressed.

The Hidden Shadow Step was given to him by Qian Butou of Heyang Mansion, but the grade is not low, and the difficulty of mastering is not low. At the beginning, Qian Butou was just a beginner, and he didn't enter the room.

It depends on how much this Fangyuan can grasp, and how much he understands.

As soon as the words fell, there was a commotion outside the prison, and footsteps came from far and near.

A young and handsome Taoist in Tsing Yi walked straight towards Qiao Mu.

"The Immortal Head of the Dao Sect is here..." a jailer murmured in a low voice.

"The elder of the Daoist sect, why did you come to this prison? Our prison is not a good place."

"I heard that this Daozhen Immortal Elder is the newly recruited apprentice of Qing Yi Zhenxian."

"Immortal Qingyi was a witness to the assassination of Emperor Yonghe, and now he has sent a disciple, but he doesn't know what to do."

Amidst the voices of people talking, Daozhen walked over with a calm expression, and didn't stop until Qiao Mu's cell door.

"You are Qiao Zhong?" The young Taoist looked at Qiao Mu carefully.

"Qingyi sent you to supervise?" Qiao Mu said casually, he vaguely remembered it.

"No, I'm here to enlighten the Tao." The young Taoist chuckled lightly.

Just when Qiao Mu thought that the other party was here to cause trouble, the young Taoist turned his head and looked at Hai Wuya who was reading in the cell next door.

Supervising Qiao Mu was just incidental, but what really interested him was Hai Wuya.

"Your name is Hai Wuya, right? I heard that you have been studying in the prison for 30 years, and your desire to seek Tao is not bad." The young Taoist asked the jailer to open the cells, and then he walked into the cell as if he knew no one else. Flipping through the books in Hai Wuya.

As a disciple of the Dao Sect and a closed disciple accepted by Elder Qingyi, he naturally has privileges.

In such an important place as Tianlao, even ordinary dignitaries could not come in and out at will.

But as the disciple of Elder Qingyi, he is different.

Hai Wuya just frowned slightly and ignored him.

Daozhen casually flipped through a pile of books on the ground, slightly disappointed:

"They are all ordinary miscellaneous books. In the past 30 years, have you just wasted your time like this?"

He looked at Hai Wuya, and the information about Hai Wuya he had obtained from his previous investigations came to his mind.

Hai Wuya was a civil servant in the period of the first emperor. After the Yiren War, he was demoted to prison because of his admonition with Wang Songhe and other ministers.

After Emperor Yonghe succeeded to the throne, he pardoned the minister, but after Hai Wuya returned to his post, he thought that Emperor Yonghe was wise and capable, so he entered the palace many times to speak, and even involved strangers.

Although Emperor Yonghe didn't kill him on the spot, he also ordered him to be imprisoned in the prison again.

It has been thirty years since two generations of emperors were imprisoned for the second time.

Youdao is unpredictable, Hai Wuya is imprisoned in the sky prison, there is no clear execution time, it can be said that he may die because of this at any time.

If punishment is unknown, power is unpredictable.

The death penalty with a clear time, and the execution time without being notified, but you may die at any time due to the emperor's edict, are two completely different concepts.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably feel anxious and live in fear all day long.

It was the same for Hai Wuya in the beginning.

But later, he did something that even the prison guards could not understand.

He ordered his family to send miscellaneous books, and he read books every day in prison, forgetting to eat and sleep.

At first, the jailers didn't suspect him, they just thought that this person acted like this on purpose to make a sensation and gain fame, hoping that Emperor Yonghe would hear about it and pardon him.

"Hai Wuya, do you think there is anyone in this world who can act for 30 years? And he's still in the prison?"

Daozhen didn't seem to care about Hai Wuya's neglect, he just said to himself:

"The lifespan of a mortal is limited, not much stronger than a mayfly that lives and dies in the morning and evening. It is because of its weakness and because of its short life that it is more tenacious."

Hai Wuya is almost eighty years old, not much younger than Wu Shengren.

His life was bumpy, he was a Confucian scholar in his early years, he became a monk in his prime, and later he tried his best to become a second-rank official of the imperial court for a short time. After a few years, he was sent to heaven and spent half his life in prison.

And he told the truth, it was this extraordinarily tough mortal who liked to observe.

In his opinion, Qiao Zhong is naturally one of them, but he has only been in the prison for a short time, and he is more interested in Hai Wuya at present.

"You're disturbing me." Hai Wuya put down his book, and gave Daozhen a casual look.

"Old Joe, can you drive him out?" He greeted Qiao Mu next door.

Usually he is taciturn and rarely talks to Qiao Mu, but now he suddenly misses Qiao Mu in the cell next door.

"I don't have this ability. I'm just a useless person whose meridians have been cut off. Anyway, I'll just accept it." Qiao Mu spread his hands, expressing that he was helpless.

Hai Wuya nodded, but there was no angry expression on his face, he just put down the book, sat cross-legged on the straw mat, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Qiao Mu thought for a while, and casually taunted his skills:

"Daoist over there, do you dare to come over and make gestures with grandpa and me? I bet you dare not enter my cell."

These desperate words stunned Fang Yuan, who was silent and dare not make a sound, but the young Taoist was honest, he was not angry but happy when he heard it, and his face showed a bit of strangeness.