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

"A few months ago, my father bought a mysterious ancient painting worth ten thousand taels. The ancient painting is called Bloody Sun Picture."

Ten thousand taels of silver?Qiao Mu was speechless.

According to the purchasing power of the Yan Dynasty, ten thousand taels of silver is equivalent to ten million soft sister coins in the previous life, which is indeed not cheap.

From this point of view, the Fang family's antique dealer's financial resources are stronger than what Qiao Mu had imagined before, and it's not at the level of "a poor family".

"The source of the blood-sun map is said to be drawn by a high-quality god-refining martial artist hundreds of years ago. The martial artist himself was also a painter, but he suddenly went crazy in his later years and used his own blood as ink to draw it."

"When the painting was finished, his blood dried up and died."

"My father originally thought this was just an ordinary story, and it was just a means of raising the value of calligraphy and painting. This kind of thing is very common in the antique circle, and he didn't pay much attention to it."

"Who would have thought that just three days after the acquisition of the Blood Ritual Map, something strange happened."

"What's strange? In the painting, a monster with a blood-red sun on its head came out?" Qiao Mu interjected.

"..." Fang Yuan looked at him strangely:

"How can it be so weird? This is just a painting, what kind of strange story is Senior Qiao telling?"

"Actually, three days later, a martial arts master came to the door pretending to be a buyer of calligraphy and painting."

Oh, is it a martial arts painting style? Isn't it a little late to change the painting style now... Qiao Mu complained in his heart.

Fangyuan continued:

"That martial arts master—we didn't know at that time that he was a martial artist with great martial arts skills, so we only treated him as an ordinary customer."

"The man wanted to buy the blood sun map, but he was only willing to pay 1000 taels, one-tenth of the price. How can you say that? Of course my father refused."

"The man didn't argue, he just turned around and glanced at my father and mother before leaving the door."

"Since then, both my father and my mother have been sick. I often wake up from nightmares in the middle of the night, covered in night sweats. In my dreams, I only remember a pair of eyes that are sharp like sharp swords. Since then, my father's and mother's spirits have been visibly declining day by day."

"At that time, my family had a lot of wealth, so I searched for famous doctors in the imperial capital... Those famous doctors avoided it when they heard about it. Our Fang family spent a lot of money, but we didn't even know what the cause of the disease was."

"It wasn't until one day that we finally found an old famous doctor who had practiced martial arts. We didn't know the truth until he opened his mouth."

"The old doctor said, my parents are not sick, but their 'minds' have been hurt."

"This is the 'witness method' that can only be mastered by high-grade kung fu masters. It can kill people invisible with their eyes!"

When Fang Yuan said this, pain inevitably appeared in his eyes.

Why is he practicing martial arts so diligently?

Isn't he good to be a prison guard with an iron rice bowl?

It wasn't Hai Wuya and Qiao Zhong, the two masters in his eyes, who gave him some hope of revenge.

"Although my father and mother have a lot of money, and there are warriors and guards in the house, how can we deal with a third-rank martial arts master? It took us a long time to learn about it even when we were plotted against."

"When I came back to my senses, the bloody day map had been stolen."

"To be honest, when I heard the news that the Blood Ritual Map was stolen, I felt relieved."

"Although it is an ancient painting worth tens of thousands of taels, but this kind of thing that is coveted by all martial arts masters, if it continues to be in the hands of our Fang family, I'm afraid it will continue to cause trouble."

"It's just that although the calligraphy and painting were stolen, the illness of my father and mother did not improve. After another half a month, both of them died of no illness."

Speaking of this, a bit of sadness appeared on Fang Yuan's face.

It can be said that there is a world of difference from a rich son with a lot of money to a jailer with an iron rice bowl in the sky prison.

"A lot of money and energy were spent to treat my parents, but in the end it was nothing."

"Not only that, when our Fang family was exhausted to cure the disease and had no intention of caring for others, Wan Ronghua, a wealthy businessman in the imperial capital, took the opportunity to make a move, and he used all kinds of overt and covert methods..."

"My Fang family's antique shop lost money continuously, and was finally forced to sell it to him...even owed a debt, and even the ancestral house was forced to sell."

"The little sister in the family also fell ill at this time, and finally ran away from home without telling, and I don't know where she is."

"And relying on my father's relationship... I managed to earn a job as a prison guard."

"Later, I spent some time inquiring about it...mainly inquiring with the former martial arts masters in the sky prison, and only then did I know the heel of that martial arts master."

In the sky prison, there are many dignitaries, as well as martial arts masters who have committed serious crimes.

They may have been famous in the past, but once they entered the prison, it was as deep as the sea. People like Hai Wuya who studied in the prison and had a background in Wujihui were the special cases among the special cases.

Generally speaking, the more high-ranking officials and nobles, the more masters of martial arts, the more they will be tortured by the prison guards.

For them, a roast chicken may not be able to exchange any martial arts cheats, it is a great secret.

But if it is such insignificant information as "Sword Demon", if it is given, it will be given.

From this point of view, Fang Yuan's ability to inquire about the enemy's intelligence from the prison's repeat criminals is not only his opportunity, but also his skill.

Fang Yuan said bitterly: "That martial arts master called himself 'Sword Demon', besides his extraordinary swordsmanship, he also has superb witnessing skills, and he...is actually the enshrinement of the wealthy businessman Wan Ronghua."

Speaking of this, Fang Yuan inevitably felt a little sour:

"Wan Ronghua's business is getting bigger and bigger, and he even hired a martial arts master as an offering. After embezzling our Fang family's shop, he became one of the four rich merchants in the imperial capital."

"It is said that he even climbed to the high branch of the Yiren Daozong, with a background of immortality..."

Qiao Mu was silent for a while.

Whether it is a cultivator or a warrior, they are not some kind of people who eat and sleep in the open and do not eat the fireworks of the world.

Since ancient times, people who are poor and rich in martial arts need not only perseverance, but also food and supplements and financial support to practice martial arts.

And Xiuxian also talked about the law of the couple, and the word "wealth" is still the first.

A person's lifespan and energy are limited, although those with outstanding talents can speed up their practice, but the power of money can also speed up their practice.

Therefore, it is normal for Wan Ronghua, who is so rich in the imperial capital, to be able to impress a martial arts master, and to be able to get online with Dao Sect.

This kind of imperial capital's wealth, if there is no background, it will seem strange.

"That is to say, the enemies you want to kill are the gods, warriors, sword ghosts, and Wan Ronghua, who seems to have a fairy background and embezzles your property?"

"Not bad..." Fang Yuan was a little apprehensive.

Qiao Shuanglin was a stranger he met for the first time, not Qiao Zhong who had been with him for a month in the prison.

He didn't know Qiao Shuanglin well, but facing a god-cultivating martial artist and a sword ghost, and Wan Ronghua, who was rich in the imperial capital, seemed to have a fairy background...

If they were ordinary people, they would probably avoid them like the famous doctors the Fang family had sought before, for fear of being involved in the storm.

only...

"Spine." The ninety-year-old man in front of him patted him on the shoulder:

"Then I will teach you martial arts!"

Fang Yuan was slightly startled, and then his expression gradually moved.

The old man in front of him obviously couldn't be some hot-blooded young man...

Those who can live to old age in this era are basically smart people, and after hearing about his life experience, Qiao Shuanglin actually agreed immediately...Has he thrown out his bait yet?

He didn't notice that Qiao Mu's eyes gradually changed when he was speaking.

Guigui, how could he not get involved in such a dangerous matter?

There are nine ranks of warriors in the world, and the gap between each rank is similar to the official position gap of the nine ranks.

And the third rank is the three stages of refining a martial artist.

This means that in today's era, the way of refining gods is the mainstream of martial arts.

The warriors who practice slowly and accumulate internal strength have long been eliminated by the old martial arts, which represents a backward cultivation method.

In the three realms of strength, strength and skill, no matter how advanced you are, you are not as good as a martial arts master... This is like a common sense among martial arts masters that those who practice martial arts cannot beat those who cultivate immortality.

"This god-cultivating martial artist and sword ghost can kill people with just his eyes. It sounds a bit powerful. I wonder if he can kill me?"

Qiao Mu thought about it, and couldn't help but feel his heart pounding.

The 90-year-old Qiao Mu has not embarked on the path of refining gods.

He took a different path.

The 60-year-old Qiao Mu has entered the fourth rank for the first time, and now he can only say that he has consciously exceeded the limit of the fourth rank, which is the soft upper limit of the human body of a warrior.

The 90-year-old Qiao Mu has a little doubt about whether the martial arts master is stronger than him.

If he wins the fight, he will help Fang Yuan get revenge, he has a clear idea, and he will not lose money.

If he lost the fight and was killed by the sword ghost...what, is there such a good thing?

Just thinking about it, Qiao Mu felt yearning, wishing he could call at the door tomorrow to give away the head.

At this time, Fang Yuan spoke again, interrupting Qiao Mu's beautiful longing:

"Senior Qiao, there is actually one more thing. I only found out about it after the ancestral house was sold."

Fang Yuan smiled bitterly and said:

"My father was cautious all his life. In fact, he not only bought a blood sun map, but also a blood moon map made by the same person."

"It's just that the existence of the blood moon map was secretly covered up by my father, and he didn't make it public, and he didn't even mention it to me..."

"If nothing else happens, this picture of the blood moon should still be in the secret room of our Fang family's old house."

"It was only later that I asked the question from the mouth of the prisoner... The blood sun map and the blood moon map were drawn by a martial arts master hundreds of years ago. There are rumors that they may contain the best principles of martial arts. The coveting of the sword demon..."

A picture of a bloody sun is enough to make Wan Ronghua, the richest man in the imperial capital, tempted, and let the god-cultivating martial artist and the sword ghost grab it.

Then the blood moon map, which was made by the same person, is not too much to think about, and it has its own mystery.

The existence of this blood moon map is actually a bait prepared by Fang Yuan to persuade Qiao Mu to help.

In the previous conversation, he deliberately concealed a little bit, because he was careful, and wanted to see Qiao Shuanglin's reaction first, and then see if he wanted to tell the whole story.

After all, if this Qiao Shuanglin was the second Sword Demon, it would bring trouble instead.

Although Fang Yuan is young, but has a rough life experience, he naturally has more eyes than ordinary people.

It's just that he didn't expect that Qiao Shuanglin was quite bold, and directly agreed to teach him martial arts.

"Then the next question is...how to take back your old house?" Qiao Mu thought.

"Well, are you going to take it back now? Shouldn't you teach me martial arts?" Fang Yuan was slightly surprised again.

According to this meaning, Qiao Shuanglin not only wanted to teach him martial arts, but even offered to help him take back the ancestral house, which made him a little flattered.

"It's easy to talk about martial arts..."

At that moment, the two of them went back to the jailer Fangyuan's residence and chatted about martial arts for most of the night.

With Qiao Mu's current martial arts attainments, he has achieved a small success in many martial arts skills, so it is easy to teach a ninth-rank martial artist.

.........

"Senior Qiao, our Fang family's ancestral house is already the property of Wan Ronghua." Fang Yuan said in detail:

"Wan Ronghua is now one of the four wealthy merchant families in the imperial capital, with many industries, far stronger than my Fang family... One of the industries they dabble in is house leasing."

"And my Fang family's ancestral house was rented out by him. In fact, if you want to get back the blood moon map in the secret room, you only need to rent the old house, and it is not difficult. Of course, if you have enough money, you can buy it directly. .”

"Then why don't you do it?" Qiao Mu asked.

"One is that it's easy to startle the snake and arouse Wan Ronghua's concern. He is not a good person. Second... If I am innocent and conceived a crime, even if I get the blood moon map, what can I do? Not yet Repeat the tragedy of my parents?" Fang Yuan first smiled wryly, then his eyes fell on Qiao Mu:

"Of course, the old man is good at martial arts, so he can naturally hold such treasures."

"What you said... makes sense." Qiao Mu thought deeply.

"It's easy to get back the blood moon map, but my gentleman's words are hard to follow. Since I said I want to help you get back the old house, I won't break my word and lose weight."

Qiao Mu's gaze was like a torch, looking towards Fangyuan;

"Fangyuan, to be honest, how much savings do you have after working in the sky prison for all these years? What percentage of the price of your ancestral house?"

Fang Yuan, the jailer, was probably born in a merchant family and influenced by ups and downs. He is young, but he has a lot of eyes and is tactful in dealing with things.

Qiao Mu reckoned that Qiao Mu was not the only one who was treated like this when bringing roast chicken, fine wine and other food to the prisoner.

Perhaps, this Fangyuan also got some benefits from the hands of other dignitaries and martial arts masters who were imprisoned.

Fang Yuan blinked her eyes, tentatively stretched out a finger:

"[-]%? If you try to borrow some more, you can make up [-]%. After all, the house is old and not too valuable, but it is my ancestral house after all, so it is of great significance."

"Ten percent? This is a mansion in the imperial capital. Although it is an old mansion, you have been earning a lot of money in the past few years, right?" Qiao Mu smiled.