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

"Since there is [-]%, then...maybe you can try."

With a mysterious smile on the corner of Qiao Mu's mouth, he went out without saying much to Fang Yuan.

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

"Mr. Lu Renjia, this is the house you are renting."

A middle-aged man with a square face led Qiao Mu to the door of Fang's old house, inserted the key and introduced Qiao Mu briefly.

"Well, very good, I'm very satisfied." Qiao Mu smiled and watched him leave.

"It's easy to enter the Fang family's old house, and then it's my turn." Qiao Mu thought.

After 30 years of hard training, Qiao Mu's flesh and blood have changed, and he has reached the level of Xiaocheng.

From a young age, the ever-changing flesh and blood is no longer limited to such small tricks as makeup and disguise, but has initially involved the degree of manipulating the changes of flesh and blood with "gods".

It was from here that Qiao Mu realized the strangeness of the "Flesh and Blood" that Wu Qi was handing over to him.

According to his previous understanding, the essence of "Flesh and Flesh" can only be practiced by the martial arts of the third rank, because only after embarking on the way of refining the gods, can the martial artist actively change the flesh and blood of the body through a strong spiritual will. Variety.

But Wu Qizheng's "Flesh and Blood" is different.

If it is said that Qiao Mu was obtained from "Flesh and Blood" by Guo Yan, a member of the Wujihui, it is version 1.0.

Then Wu Qizheng's "Flesh and Blood" is at least version 4.0, and it may be called "Flesh and Flesh".

Obviously more clever, more tricks, and deeper understanding.

The 4.0 version of "Flesh and Flesh Variations" allows Qiao Mu, who has practiced the martial arts for many years and has a sense of intuition to be ineffective at times, to barely control the changes in flesh and blood.

In other words.

Now Qiao Mu wants to change his appearance without makeup.

Therefore, like before being trapped in the dungeon, all the disguises of the disguise technique have been washed away, and the situation where people can only show their true colors is gone forever.

And the current "Lu Renjia" is a character who looks very different from the Qiao family.

This new vest is naturally useful.

"Start making trouble!"

Qiao Mu first searched the Fang family's old house, but did not find any secret room.

Because he was acting in a different way, he didn't inform Fang Yuan, but acted privately.

Qiao Mu then gave up searching and sat quietly with his eyes closed.

Soon, the sky became gloomy, night fell, and the surroundings became quiet.

Next, Qiao Mu started to do one thing.

He took a pen and paper and fingered and drew on it, lost in thought from time to time.

He is deducing the exercises, which is the sixth layer of the "Sumi Mountain King Sutra".

According to the law, the practice time of the sixth floor is doubled, that is, it takes 60 years of hard work to complete it, and it will also bring a huge increase in Qi and blood, which is expected to make Qiao Mu go further.

There is no way ahead, Hai Wuya's exploration of the "Sumi Mountain King Sutra" stopped at the fifth floor, and now it is Qiao Mu's turn.

Hai Wuya is the pioneer of the human way, Qiao Mu is not as caring as he is, so to be a successor of the human way, with Qiao Mu's current martial arts accomplishments, it is more than enough ------

puff.

Qiao Mu spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body was filled with blood, the thin blood vessels in his neck burst open, and blood flowed all over his neck.

"Small scene, small scene."

"Things such as deduction of exercises are simply not something that ordinary martial arts can do."

"Ordinary exercises have to be deduced, and there is always the risk of going astray and going astray at any time, let alone the "Sumi Mountain King Sutra" that has opened up a new path?"

Even Hai Wuya, the creator of the exercises, should be cautious and careful when deducing the "Sumi Mountain King Sutra", and think twice before acting.

Because he only has one life, if he fails his practice and dies in prison, then it will be over for him.

But trees are different.

He is reckless, profligate, and playful!

His deduction of exercises is much more radical than Hai Wuya's, and he directly uses his own body as an experiment, completely ignoring the possible danger to his life.

puff....

A ball of blood burst out from Qiao Mu's eyes, and shot directly onto the wall five or six meters away. His vision went dark, and his left eye was temporarily blinded.

"It's a bit too aggressive, am I being too aggressive?"

Qiao Mu reflected for a moment, then continued.

Soon, his whole body surged with strong strength, blood surged up, and his face took on the color of a pig's liver...

His left hand went numb, and the pores of his skin were oozing fine blood beads. Just when Qiao Mu felt that the sequelae were not serious this time, there was a bang, the skin on his back was torn open, and blood spattered out.

"This wave is mainly due to my being too strong, and the inner strength in my body is too thick, which is not a good thing."

Qiao Mu sighed.

He practiced his exercises with his eyes closed, and in this long night, he continued to deduce the exercises alone in a maddened way.

After a few hours, in the middle of the night, Qiao Mu was already exhausted.

"It should be almost..."

He stood up and looked towards the hall where he was.

Blood splattered, torn flesh was everywhere, it looked like a murder scene... and it was the weirdest kind.

A strong physical body that has surpassed the limit of the fourth rank, was tossed by him forcibly and was riddled with holes, his blood was decaying, and the meridians all over his body were like after the disintegration of a demon, with serious lacerations.

Qiao Mu walked to the door of the old house and glanced at the moonlight outside.

At this time, the wind was howling, the moonlight was covered by clouds, and the surrounding area was dead silent.

The so-called Moonlight Killing Night, the artistic conception is just right.

"That's it."

Qiao Mu took a piece of white cloth and hung it up at the main entrance of the old house, then moved a bench and leaned his neck over it...

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

Day two.

The square-faced middle-aged man who led Qiao Mu to the Fang family's old house had just arrived at Wan's shop when he realized that the atmosphere was not right, and everyone stared at his face.

"Brother Chen, you're here. Yesterday you led Lu Renjia to the old house in the east of the city?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?" The square-faced middle-aged man was surprised.

"Then Lu Renjia hanged himself."

"What? He just rented the house yesterday, and committed suicide today? Are you trying to make us feel bad? It shouldn't be the case."

"No, no, hang yourself, he doesn't look like he committed suicide..."

"They all hanged themselves, how could it not be suicide?"

"Hey... It's hard to say. Go and see for yourself. If there is no accident, the government's arrest will come soon."

Everyone in this middle-aged man with a square face was numb, and walked quickly to the Fang family's old house in his memory.

As soon as he arrived, he saw the figure hanged at the main entrance...

He gasped on the spot.

He finally understood why it was said that although this man hanged himself, he did not commit suicide, because the injuries on his body... were simply horrific.

self harm?Those wounds don't look like they were cut with a sword...very weird, very weird.

It was as if something had drilled out of the body, shooting out a mass of flesh and blood.

When he entered the hall, his complexion changed wildly, and his footsteps were a little vain.

There was blood everywhere, and there was even minced meat in the blood?

On the wall of the hall, someone dipped their finger in blood and wrote a scrawled word "ghost"!

"Is this the word he left before he died? Is there a ghost in this house?" The middle-aged man with a square face subconsciously stood on end.

In the feudal ancient times like the Dayan Dynasty, there were still cultivators of immortals, so the things about gods, gods and ghosts were naturally widely known and feared by people.

Then his face changed wildly:

"It must be erased immediately. Once this kind of ghost story spreads, how can this house be rented out?"

It's just that before he ordered people to act, a group of police officers in soap clothes had already arrived at the gate of the house.

Chapter 137 Chapter 131 Top Ten Strange Things in the Imperial Capital (4K

Imperial Capital Tea House, a natural residence.

There is an elegant storyteller "Shunfeng Er" in a moon-white gown, telling a story to the tea guests in the audience:

"Today, what I want to talk about is an anecdote that recently appeared in the imperial capital... This is quite strange, and it is called the top ten strange things in the imperial capital!"

"Let's say that in the east of the city, there is an old house, the original owner's surname is Fang..."

"The Patriarch of the Fang family suddenly woke up in the middle of the night one night, just in time to see a red-clothed ghost looming at the gate of the house..."

"The Patriarch of the Fang family didn't take it seriously. Who knew that since then, every night that passed, the looming red ghost was getting closer to him."

"On the first day, I was at the gate of the house. On the seventh day, I was already at the door of the bedroom. On the tenth day... I entered the bedroom and stood quietly behind the screen watching him. On the 15th, I was already standing by the bedside! "

"Since then, the head of the Fang family and his wife have had nightmares and sweats all night long, and they have searched all over the famous doctors in the imperial capital to no avail."

"Knowing that one day, he finally met an old famous doctor. The doctor told him that you were not sick, but frightened. He said that there were unclean things in his ancestral house and told him to move as soon as possible."

"The head of the Fang family is a person who "does not do anything wrong, and is not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door". He thinks that he has been in business for many years, and his methods are fairly clean. Why should he be afraid of ghosts? He doesn't know that ghosts are not humans. How can there be any reason for harming people?"

"Half a month later, both the head of the Fang family and his wife died suddenly, and died without any cause..."

"...After Fang's old house became a rental house, just half a month ago, another strange thing happened..."

"...At dawn the next day, the tenant, Lu Renjia, hanged himself at the gate of the house. Blood was everywhere in the hall, and the word 'ghost' was written on the wall!"

This Shunfenger is a storyteller for many years, and he can speak eloquently when telling stories.

It only made the tea guests stare wide-eyed, and in broad daylight, they only felt the wind blowing, and their backs were about to break out in cold sweat.

A corner of the teahouse.

The storyteller Jiang Chen just laughed when he heard the story.

Listening to the storytellers in Chaolou can be divided into two factions: "Facts" and "Anecdote".

This Shunfeng'er is a fan of anecdotes, the news about the haunting of the old mansion in the east of the city is widely spread in the imperial capital today, of course it cannot be hidden from Shunfeng'er's ears.

As a storyteller of the "Anecdote" faction, Shunfenger only asks for an "odd" word regardless of whether it is true or not.

So after he heard about the old house being haunted, he inquired carefully... and then began to add fuel and vinegar.

Of course, according to Shunfenger, this is called "artistic processing".

What is called the "Top Ten Strange Things in the Imperial Capital".... Shun Feng Er did all of this alone, and this is not the first time he has done this.

"In this way, is it really possible?" Jiang Chen sighed slightly in his heart:

"There really are immortal cultivators and monsters in this world."

"Ghosts are such evil things. Although I haven't seen them with my own eyes, I have heard many rumors... I just don't know if they are true or not."

"Shunfeng'er said so, these imperial capital tea drinkers, I'm afraid they will really believe it."

Jiang Chen was born as a warrior, and he became a storyteller of the "practical" faction when he became a monk halfway. He was a little against this kind of thing.

I only heard that the scholar continued to say along the wind:

"The tenant surnamed Lu is just the beginning."

"A few days ago, another tenant came to the Fang family's old house. This time, he is a little old man in his 60s who lives alone. He is also a martial artist who has practiced martial arts. His martial arts are not bad!"

"The people from the Wanjia Chamber of Commerce thought that this little old man was strong in martial arts and could live in this house, so they deliberately concealed the rumors of being haunted and let him live in, so that the rumors would be self-defeating."

"I never imagined that this old man with strong martial arts died tragically in the hall the next day."