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

"You, Qiao Zhong, live up to your name, bold and careful... But the provocative words are too obvious, are you worried that I will be bad for him, Hai Wuya?"

"Oh, don't worry, mortals are like mayflies in the world, such a fragile and tough creature, how can I be willing to destroy it with my own hands?"

While Daozhen was speaking, the old man beside him, Hai Wuya, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly vibrated slightly, and his breath changed slightly.

Qiao Mu was stunned, his eyes were fixed on Hai Wuya's old body... This old man with declining vitality was right in front of him, and he just re-entered the seventh rank from the eighth rank?

Chapter 124 Chapter 119

"This is the seventh grade?" Qiao Mu was quite surprised.

When people reach old age, it is normal for their qi and blood to decline. It is extremely rare for a person to rejuvenate for a second time, but in the environment of the sky prison, he can still make a breakthrough, which really broke his understanding of martial arts.

Daozhen didn't notice Hai Wuya's strangeness at first, but after seeing Qiao Mu's expression, he turned his head to look at Hai Wuya, and then frowned unconsciously.

"Hai Wuya, have you stayed in the prison for 30 years, are you practicing martial arts?"

He came here on a whim, and heard that Hai Wuya is different, but now he suddenly felt a loss of interest.

"What's the use of practicing martial arts? Even the martial sage you speak of is already dead." Daozhen asked doubtfully:

"If you are behind in martial arts, what's the point of continuing to cling to the handicapped?"

"If you are looking for power, why not join the immortal sect to cultivate immortals?"

It is an indisputable fact that Immortal Dao is strong.

It was true 40 years ago, and it will still be true 40 years later.

He didn't understand, since there is already an immortal way, why not cultivate immortality?

"Martial Dao and Immortal Dao are just two different paths. How can there be a difference?" Hai Wuya, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said:

"Of course, martial arts masters in the past only knew how to practice martial arts moves hard, how to punch, how to make their fists bigger and stronger, and how to produce stronger power, but they didn't know the principle of knowing things."

"The two roads of Martial Dao and Immortal Dao are indeed farther to explore on the Immortal Dao."

"If you only pursue your personal might, it is indeed more appropriate to pursue the immortal way."

Contrary to Qiao Mu's expectations, he actually agreed with Daozhen's words.

"Then, why don't you cultivate immortality? Don't you have the aptitude for immortality? Don't you have spiritual roots?" Seeing that Hai Wuya was finally willing to talk to him, Daozhen asked again.

Hai Wuya did not directly respond to this question, but sighed:

"In the 40 years of the Alien War, there are indeed many people in the imperial court with the idea of ​​learning magic from the alien, worshiping the various immortal gates, and pursuing the way of immortality."

"In the past 40 years, many of them have become strangers."

A foreigner is not a foreign race, the difference lies in the heart.

They have flexible standards of what it means to be human.

On the surface, aliens are also human beings, born out of the human race.

But the so-called distinction between immortals and mortals does not just refer to the difference in power between immortals and mortals.

Only immortal cultivators like them are the ones in their eyes.

The rest of the mortals are a symbol of backwardness and ignorance, and can only be regarded as objects for providing incense and vows and plundering resources.

"Your name is 'Daozhen', right? The total number of real cultivators from the Nine Great Immortal Sects, and the number of Wufu from Zhongzhou, which one is more or less?" Hai Wuya asked suddenly.

According to common sense, when ordinary people call immortals, they generally have to respectfully address them as "immortal elder" or "shangxian".

Hai Wuya obviously doesn't have this kind of respect for Daozhen, and Daozhen doesn't seem to care too much.

"Naturally, the number of immortal cultivators in the Nine Great Immortal Sects is far inferior." Daozhen Weiwei proudly said:

"Cultivating immortals requires spiritual roots, so naturally they are one in a million."

"Cultivating immortals requires spiritual roots, so there are very few immortal cultivators, and the number of martial artists is much smaller. It's just that they have accumulated over the long years, so it seems that there are many." Hai Wuya said:

"But martial arts are different."

"Martial arts emphasize perseverance. As long as the perseverance is acceptable, everyone can practice martial arts, so martial arts is the way of humanity."

"What I'm after is not personal force." Hai Wuya said this, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

He practiced martial arts in his early years and became a monk in Shaolin Temple. He suffered a lot from the boss, and after ten years of hard work, he finally entered the fourth rank.

But in his heart, he is still a scholar, not a monk.

"What scholars of my generation seek wholeheartedly is to cultivate one's morality, regulate one's family, rule the country and the world, rather than to practice martial arts and be brave and ruthless."

Hai Wuya said lightly:

"The old man practiced martial arts in his early years, just to be an official, in order to show what he has learned in his chest and help the world and the people."

"The purpose of studying martial arts today is also to cultivate one's self, regulate one's family, rule the country and the world."

"The way of martial arts is the way of humanity. If everyone practices martial arts, the way of martial arts will prosper, and the way of humanity will prosper."

Qiao Mu listened quietly, and many thoughts appeared in his heart.

Hai Wuya also practiced Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue, so Qiao Mu judged that he was probably also a member of Wu Ji Hui.

Just listening to his ideas, his martial arts are quite different from those of martial sages.

Martial saints' martial arts are all for one's own sake, and "I", as the strongest martial arts master, competes with immortals.

Hai Wuya's martial arts is everyone practicing martial arts, and martial arts is the way of humanity.

Daozhen was also thoughtful after listening to it, and he was a little bit impressed by Hai Wuya.

"The lifespan of a mortal is limited, and you are already old. This is not something that a mortal like you can accomplish."

"Because of your weakness and fragility, it is all the more rare."

What Daozhen likes the most is to observe those individuals with particularly tough and powerful minds among these mortals.

And Hai Wuya was obviously one of them, which made him feel that his trip was worthwhile.

At this time, in the direction of the gate of the prison, there was a black shadow walking quickly.

It was Wayne the God of Catcher.

He heard that Dao Zongqing's disciple Daozhen had arrived in the prison, so he rushed here in a hurry, fearing that something might change.

Who knew that when he just arrived, he saw this immortal cultivator named Daozhen, who seemed to be chatting happily with Hai Wuya?

"Immortal Daoist." Wayne nodded, then looked at Hai Wuya:

"Hai Wuya, get up, follow me to the interrogation room, I want to interrogate you."

Hai Wuya glanced at Wayne, stood up, and left the cell under the escort of the jailer.

But just as he left, Daozhen also stood up and followed him.

"Prince Daozhen, are you here to guard Qiao Zhong? Hai Wuya has nothing to do with this case, it's a different matter. It's not appropriate for you to follow like this?" Wayne said coldly.

Daozhen just spread his hands innocently and stopped there.

"Everyone of you thinks that I'm trying to harm this prisoner? This time, I want to take Hai Wuya away on purpose?"

"Okay, whatever you want."

Daozhen didn't bother, just casually sat down in Hai Wuya's cell, flipping through his idle books.

........

In the interrogation room.

"Hai Wuya, I know you are from the Wujihui, this time I was entrusted by someone, so I will make a long story short."

Wayne didn't talk too much, went straight to the point, and said in a deep voice:

"People from the Martial Arts Club say that you have a top-notch kung fu that can be practiced by a cripple whose meridians have all been cut off. I want you to pass on what you have learned all your life to the prisoner in the next cell, Qiao Zhong."

"Qiao Zhong? Didn't he offend the condemned prisoner of Xianmen?" Hai Wuya asked doubtfully:

"He is as precarious as I am, and may be executed at any time, so what's the use of practicing my kung fu?"

"Hai Wu Ya, you are right..." Wayne said:

"These 30 years in the sky prison, you are also precarious. Are you wasting your time in these 30 years?"

Hai Wuya was stunned at first by Wayne, and then his eyes lit up.

Only then did he realize that Qiao Zhong was in a similar situation to him.

Then maybe... in the later years of his life, he could really find a successor in martial arts.

Even this Qiao Zhong is not young like him, and his life is at stake.

Chapter 125 Chapter 120 "Human Dao Jing" (4k

After the initial joy, Hai Wuya realized another problem and frowned.

"Maybe it's not right." Hai Wuya said:

"I studied hard in the prison for 30 years, and the exercises I created are actually somewhat different from the ancient martial arts and the modern martial arts of the martial sages."

"This way is not perfect. I am the only one who is currently practicing. There may still be many shortcomings. It may not be suitable for others to practice."

"When practicing martial arts, if you go mad, you will die."

"Although Qiao Zhong is a death row prisoner whose life is at stake, this kind of practice that has not yet been perfected should not be promoted for the time being."

Hai Wuya's martial arts is humane, this proposition is too big for him.

Manpower is exhausted from time to time, even if he studied in Tianlao for 30 years, the martial arts he explored is still just a beginning.

"Mr. Hai is benevolent. He can't take care of himself anymore, and he still has the energy to worry about other people's lives." The corners of Wayne's mouth curled up slightly, and his usual cold expression relaxed a little at this moment.

Hai Wuya is old, and now it seems that his discussion of martial arts has achieved some results.

For him, the most urgent thing was probably preaching, but he couldn't help it now.

"However, Mr. Hai doesn't need to rush to make a decision. You can ask Qiao Zhong yourself if you are willing to take the risk of going crazy or even dying suddenly to practice your kung fu?"

"Whether to preach or not is the idea of ​​Wujihui, but in the end it depends on your opinion."

"Practice or not, it depends on Qiao Zhong's own mind after all."

Hai Wuya thought deeply.

...........

When Wayne returned from the interrogation room with Hai Wuya, he found that Daozhen from the Daoist sect was no longer there.

He seemed to know that he was not welcome in this prison, so he deliberately got up and left first...of course this was temporary.

His duty is to take care of Qiao Mu. Although the sky is firmly in place, it is impossible for Qiao Mu to leave, but it is still necessary to put on a show.

Wayne backed away, found a reason to push the jailers away, and then left himself.

In the corner of the prison, only Qiao Mu and Hai Wuya were left for the time being.

There was silence all around, only the rattling of rats in the corner could be heard for a while.

Hai Wuya first tidied up the somewhat messy prison cell, arranged the books on the floor, and cleared a small open space.

This small open space is where his "desk" is. The window casts a ray of sunlight, which falls on his shoulders, and dust floats in the light.

He turned his head to look at Qiao Mu, and suddenly asked:

"Qiao Zhong, someone asked me to pass on what I have learned all my life to you... But before that, I have one more question."

"You are over [-] years old, you are not too young, and you have already reached the fourth rank in practicing strength. You have practiced martial arts for many years, and you already have your own concept of martial arts..."

"Let me ask you, why do you practice martial arts?"

Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes.

Judging from Hai Wuya's intuition of the Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue and this sentence, he should be the person sent by Wu Jihui to pass on his top skills.

Then, it is not a coincidence that he was placed in the cell next to Hai Wuya's when he entered the prison.

So he seriously began to think about Hai Wuya's problem.

Based on his rich experience in death, he keenly sensed that this is a good opportunity to use the death evaluation to pretend to be aggressive.

If Hai Wuya talked a lot about helping the world and saving the people, and using martial arts to defeat immortals in front of Hai Wuya, considering Hai Wuya's hostile stance towards aliens, the score this time would not be low.