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

It took a full half an hour, after a piece of wood was lifted in the bedroom in the backyard, there was no rumbling sound, and the downward stairs emerged.

This secret room is actually quite small, in fact, it is equivalent to a larger hidden compartment. The room has already been covered with a thick layer of dust, and it is obvious that no one has set foot in it for many years.

Light up the torch, and what comes into view is a column of empty showcases, the only thing that remains is a hanging painting.

Blood moon illustration.

Qiao Mu thought about it, and looked up at the picture of the blood moon picture.

The twilight is all in one place, the stars are hanging all over the field, and a red crimson moon hangs high in the sky. This crimson moon is so huge that it covers almost half of the entire sky, and its red color is almost like blood.

The red moonlight in the painting is like a stream of viscous blood, flowing down the drawing paper bit by bit, dripping on the ground, even the picture frame is soaked in blood, and the blood continues to drip down , tick tock on the floor of this secret room...

Ok?

Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he took a closer look, he realized that it was just an illusion. The so-called blood moon picture was just a painting. How could there be real blood flowing out?

Qiao Mu glanced sideways at Fang Yuan beside him, and saw that he did not behave strangely.

"Did a painting made by a martial arts master hundreds of years ago before his death move my mind?"

Qiao Mu had practiced the Holy Spirit Rhinoceros Jue. Although he didn't have a complete training in martial arts, he still had an intuition that sometimes didn't work. At this moment, he vaguely noticed the extraordinaryness of this painting.

"With this painting, if you think about it, you can use it as a bait to attract that sword ghost..."

"Then beat me to death, or be beaten to death by me."

Chapter 139 Chapter 133 The Future of the Disintegration of the Demon (4K

Although the Fang family's old house has been around for some years, it is a bit old and has a sense of time, but it still looks quite spacious.

This old house is divided into front and back yards. Qiao Mu temporarily lives in a guest room in the back yard. For the past few days, he has spent some time every day observing the blood moon picture.

"Can the painstaking work of the martial arts master hundreds of years ago make me hallucinate?"

Qiao Mu watched quietly.

Every time the mind is immersed in this painting, the eyes seem to feel the moonlight in the painting, flowing out like viscous blood, which is quite strange.

What's even more strange is that as long as the mind is immersed in the painting for a long time, Qiao Mu's body will also feel a surge of energy and blood, and the blood in the whole body seems to be flowing faster.

At first, after he noticed the strangeness, he quickly broke away from it, and was a little afraid of this evil painting.

Then think about it...

"Why am I panicking?" Qiao Mu came back to his senses:

"The big deal is to die from looking at the painting. Maybe this strange way of dying can be reviewed and evaluated?"

So Qiao Mu became reckless.

He spent a whole hour looking at the painting, allowing his mind to immerse himself in it, and the blood surge all over his body became more and more intense.

Half an hour later, the blood in his body was almost boiling, the blood in his body was rushing like a tide, and a strange force flowed in his limbs, accompanied by a faint feeling of pain in the meridians, which made him feel The impulse to cry up to the sky.

this feeling... this feeling...

"Why is it similar to the disintegration of the demon?" Qiao Mu came back to his senses.

After the age of 90, Qiao Mu's disintegration of the celestial demon has reached an unprecedented level of "great success", and he can say without shame that no one understands disintegration better than him.

Qiao Mu was not too familiar with the explosive self-mutilation secret method of disintegrating the demon.

"So it turns out that this so-called blood moon picture, the so-called ancient painting coveted by the gods and warriors, actually contains a secret method of explosion similar to the disintegration of the demon?"

"Then, what about the bloody sun map that was taken away by the sword ghost?"

Qiao Mu suppressed the surging Qi and blood, and after adjusting his breath a little, followed the feeling when he was watching the painting just now, trying to let the Qi and blood in his whole body surge.

As a master of demon disintegration, Qiao Mu learned quickly, and after repeated attempts several times, he succeeded.

"The secret method of explosion obtained from the blood moon map, may as well be named...Red moon burning blood technique." Qiao Mu said to himself.

The disintegration of the demon is the most famous self-mutilation explosive secret method. It uses a trace of internal energy as a guide to stimulate the potential of the human body and arouse the whole body's blood to almost boil.

Only after Qiao Mu has mastered the disintegration of the demon can he use the energy and blood as a guide to perform the disintegration of the demon.

And this red moon burning blood technique itself is a kind of explosive secret method guided by qi and blood. It has many similarities with the disintegration of the demon, but from Qiao Mu's current perspective, it is even better than the disintegration of the demon. Some.

"It seems that the god-refining painter who drew the blood sun and blood moon picture is not simple."

The disintegration of the demon is of great significance to Qiao Mu, and it is a set of secret methods for him to settle down.

"If I can combine the disintegration of the demon with the red moon burning blood technique and other explosive secrets in the future, and learn from the best of all schools, will I be able to create a more efficient explosive secret?"

A long time ago, Qiao Mu disliked the fact that the disintegration of the demon was not worthy of its name, because after using it, the body would not disintegrate, and the sequelae were only fatal injuries.

Not fast enough, not good enough!

So now, after learning the Chiyue Burning Blood Technique and gaining experience in deriving exercises, he has the urge to create his own secret technique in the future.

After comprehending the mystery of the blood moon painting, Qiao Mu walked out of the guest room, ready to hold the painting and try to release a message to attract the sword ghost's attention.

When I came to the front yard, I happened to see that Fangyuan was in a daze under the tree in the yard.

"Senior Qiao." Fangyuan looked at the two trees in the courtyard, his eyes flashed with reminiscence, as if he was talking to himself:

"This tree is a jujube tree, and the other tree is also a jujube tree."

"These are two saplings that my father specially sought out back then. They are exactly the same age as me and my younger sister. Now after so many years, the two trees are already graceful and graceful."

The two trees in the yard are one on the left and the other on the right, and the one on the left is slightly larger and more lush.

"My father meant that we, brothers and sisters, should support each other in the future, just like these two jujube trees. After all, a single tree cannot make a forest..."

Fang Yuan's eyes were full of nostalgia, returning to the old house of his childhood, every plant and tree in his eyes was soaked with the old childhood.

He pointed to the corner of the courtyard again. In the corner was a small vegetable garden that had long been deserted.

"Actually, I am the stepson of the Fang family. I remarried with my mother when I was four years old. At that time, the Fang family's antique business was still very small."

"My mother is a hard worker. Later, after the antique business grew, she didn't have to do everything by herself, so she couldn't be free."

"She planted some peas, leeks, vines, tomatoes and the like in the courtyard of her home, which made the small courtyard lush and green."

"Every summer, I often sit on the steps of the courtyard to enjoy the shade, and secretly pick the tomatoes grown by my mother to eat. I sit here and watch the shadows of grape vines and jujube trees falling on the wall. , gently swaying and undulating with the summer wind. I can watch the hour every time, and spend the day lazy all day long, and the summer is just like this."

"At that time, my father would point to the shadow of the jujube tree and say, when my little sister and I grow up, the jujube tree will be full of branches and leaves, and we can enjoy the shade under the tree in summer."

"If we each start a family and start a business in the future, and the jujube trees bloom and bear fruit, we can bring our families and relatives back to this ancestral house, and enjoy the shade under the tree to eat some jujubes."

Fang Yuan babbled on non-stop, he didn't look like a young man, but rather like an old man a few decades older, reminiscing about the past.

When we return to the old house, the past years will appear in front of our eyes, as if within reach.

He lived like this for more than ten years until the building collapsed.

Now he revisited his old place, but he was already alone.

As the stepson of the family, Fang Yuan is not Fang's father's biological son, and his real surname is not Fang, so the so-called Fang family's ancestral house is actually just a dream for him.

He spared no effort to save money, and kept currying favor with repeated criminals like Qiao Mu in order to learn martial arts. One of his ultimate goals was to return to this old house of his childhood.

Qiao Mu didn't speak, but just listened quietly. He knew that the other party was just talking to himself and needed an audience, so he didn't interrupt.

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

The gate of Fang's old house.

Due to rumors of ghosts spreading in this house a few days ago, there are very few pedestrians in broad daylight. Even if people pass by, they will often be suspicious and quicken their pace.

But at this time, a young woman came, stood on the side of the road, stood on tiptoe and looked at the old house of the Fang family.

This woman is a young woman in her twenties, she looks rather handsome, but the makeup on her face is heavy, which conceals the youthfulness of the young woman herself.

The young woman tiptoed towards the old house and paced around for a long time.

Suddenly, the gate of the house opened with a creak, and the young jailer Fang Yuan came out and walked in another direction.

The young woman stared blankly at Fang Yuan's back, then looked at the Fang family's old house, bit her lower lip involuntarily, clenched her white fists, and dug her fingers deeply into her palms.

"elder brother..."

"You have money now, can you buy back my Fang family's ancestral house?" She muttered to herself:

"I think you already have spare money, and your life is much better than when you were embarrassed. Seeing that your life is flourishing, I simply..."

She sighed slightly and said to herself:

"It's more uncomfortable than losing money."

At this time, a shout came from behind her ears.

"Fang'er, Fang'er."

A fat, round-faced middle-aged man came over and hugged the young woman Fang Fang from behind:

"Why, don't you go see your brother?"

"Where is he my brother?" A trace of sullenness flashed in the eyes of the young woman Fang Fang:

"He is a stepson. He just changed his surname to Fang after remarrying with his mother. Where is our Fang family?"

"Hehe, then I don't see you, it's fine if I don't see you." The middle-aged man chuckled and didn't care too much.

"However, you are already my third-bedroom concubine of Wan Ronghua, and my Wan family has a great business. Now I have an old house on hand to pick up for this Fangyuan. It's okay to take advantage of it."

He really didn't care about Fang Yuan, he was just a little jailer anyway, he couldn't do anything.

In the business field over the years, the family that has been defeated by him is not only the Fang family?

Fang Fang frowned when she heard this, her expression turned ugly.

"No, of course not."

"This ancestral house was my Fang family's ancestral house back then, so what does Fang Yuan have to do with him?"

"Now, this old house is also the property of Master Wan's family, how can it be handed over to others at will?"

"Oh?" The rich middle-aged man Wan Ronghua had a half-smile on his face:

"Fang'er, although you and Fangyuan have no blood relationship, you are not real siblings, but you have lived under the same roof for many years, why do you hold him so grudge?"

Wan Ronghua smiled and said:

"Did he bully you when you were young? Then I, Master Wan, have to talk to him properly."

"It's all up to the master." The young woman Fang Fang said shyly:

"Actually, this Fangyuan did something that made me feel bad when I was young. Master, just listen to me..."

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

More than ten years ago.

After Fang's mother married into Fang's family, Fang Yuan actually didn't take much notice of her. After all, this child was a complete idiot and was not born by Fang's father, so it was impossible to give him any good looks.

Fang Fang is Fang's father's biological child, Fang Yuan is not.

After Fang Yuan came to Fang's house, her surname was changed, and she could no longer use her original surname, so she had to change her surname to Fang.

Children are not ignorant. Fang Yuan, who lived under the fence when he was young, naturally knows that Fang's father is not his real father, and can understand Fang's different treatment of the two children.

Children who are favored are often favored and proud, while they are neglected, and they are stepchildren. Naturally, they are more sensible, more precocious, and have more eyes than children of the same age.

What Fang Yuan can do is to try not to cause trouble, not to be mischievous, to restrain the child's nature, to follow the stepfather's wishes in everything, and dare not go against it.

The turning point of things happened in the third year when Fang Yuan's mother married into the Fang family.

That year, Fang Yuan was seven years old.

During the Ching Ming Festival, the Fang family naturally has the custom of worshiping ancestors.

As a stepson, Fang Yuan was led by Fang's father to worship his ancestors, and kowtowed to the ancestors of the Fang family who had no blood relationship with Fang Yuan.

It's nothing to pay homage to the ancestors, but Fang Yuan, who was only seven years old at the time, was touched by the incident and remembered his family background.

His surname was not Fang originally, but now he must be named Fang.

Although he worshiped the ancestors of the Fang family, he actually had his own biological father, grandfather, and ancestors.

Since he is already the stepson of the Fang family, it is very reasonable to cut him off from his biological father's family line.

It's just that Fang Yuan, who was neglected and dependent on others, was touched by the scene while worshiping his ancestors, and thought of his late biological father.

So later, he secretly found a dark space, picked up clods and stones, and piled up the earth and stones like a child's play, as the spirit of his biological father.