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

Wayne was bleeding all over his body, his face was as pale as paper, but his expression was extremely dignified. He was using his lightness kung fu with all his strength, and his figure passed through the night like light smoke.

"Qiao Shuanglin, my strength is limited this time, and I can't prevent your reputation from spreading in the imperial capital...Although this is indeed your wish." Wayne's lips were bloodless, and he was seriously injured.

If it wasn't for his lightness kung fu, he might not be able to stand alone in the world, I'm afraid that this life would have to be handed over to that mysterious person just now.

"Is he the 'King of Qin' mentioned by the sword ghost? The leader of the Martial Arts League? The first person to enter Taoism with martial arts?"

Wayne doesn't quite know what it means to practice martial arts.

But after a brief fight with the mysterious man known as the King of Qin, he was severely injured and almost died on the spot.

"King Qin's body doesn't look like flesh and blood at all...is this the so-called golden body of martial arts?" Recalling the mysterious King Qin just now, Wayne's expression was extremely serious.

"I can't die yet..."

He performed lightness kung fu and quickly disappeared into the night.

...........

The night has gradually deepened.

In a private house on the outskirts of the city, lying on the ground, Shunfeng Er, who listened to the movement of the ground with his ears, suddenly raised his head.

Where there are tide-makers, there are Tide Tide Buildings.

"Tonight, it's surprisingly lively." The night was already very deep, but Shun Feng Er's face showed no signs of sleepiness, but was extremely energetic.

"This Qiao Shuanglin has just arrived in the imperial capital, so he is going to stir up the situation in the imperial capital...not just him, the influence of Wu Shengren's death has caused the dark tide to surge in the dark night..."

The name Shunfenger was not chosen randomly.

Tingchaolou, as a transcendent mysterious force in the world, was able to survive from the hands of Wu Shengren, so naturally it had something to rely on.

Shunfenger is one of the extraordinary talents among the storytellers in Tingchaolou.

He is born with excellent hearing, and after training, he can see into the details, and even listen to the sky. He can judge other people's martial arts from a long distance just by listening with his ears. He can be called a strange person in the world.

"Qiao Shuanglin? Martial Arts League?"

"Hehe, once this martial sage dies, a lot of changes have really occurred in this unchanging martial arts world, but the good and the bad are still unpredictable."

Shunfeng's eyes are bright, and after hearing the secret tonight, it is impossible for him to keep his mouth shut.

Chapter 146 Chapter 140 The Qiao Family Came to the Imperial Capital

In the east of the imperial capital, the Fang family's old house.

After confirming that no one was following him, Qiao Mu performed lightness kung fu, jumped high over the courtyard wall, and jumped into the courtyard of the old house.

It was already midnight at this time, and the moonlight illuminated half of the wall. As the breeze came, the leaves rustled, and the shadows of the two jujube trees swayed on the wall.

Fang Yuan didn't fall asleep, he was sitting under the eaves, looking up at the flying tree, feeling a little excited for no reason.

"Senior Joe was injured?"

He naturally knew about Qiao Mu going out with the blood moon map, but with his strength, if he participated in this matter, not only would it be useless, but he might even die meaninglessly because of it.

"Small injury." Qiao Mu said lightly.

He is indeed very calm.

Except for fatal injuries, or crippling and serious injuries of the level of broken meridians, they are all minor injuries, and he has long been used to them.

"Compared to such trivial matters, I have already avenged part of your parents' revenge." He said:

"Wan Ronghua's offering, the sword ghost is dead, and died by my hands."

Fang Yuan was shocked, and then looked at the injury on Qiao Mu's shoulder:

"Then Senior Qiao's injury is the sword ghost..."

"Don't underestimate me, what ability does that mere sword ghost have to hurt me?"

Qiao Mu didn't explain much.

At this time, there was a sudden meow, and a black shadow jumped out from the shadow of the courtyard wall.

It was Wuchang the demon cat, and Wuchang was circling around Qiao Mu's body at this time, looking like he was dying of anxiety, while meowing aggrievedly.

"Damn ghost, went out in the middle of the night and secretly committed suicide? You won't take me with you?"

Of course, Qiao Mu didn't understand what Mao Mao meant, so he just made up his mind.

He noticed that this tabby cat didn't inhale dead air, inhale high, and show an idiot look like before.

Maybe this means that he didn't actually run into any real danger to his life during his trip tonight?

The next moment, the cat swooped onto his face like a face hugger, and then the cat's paw hugged his shoulder, sticking out its tongue to lick the wound on Qiao Mu's shoulder.

Felines have barbs on their tongues, and the impermanent nature of this demon cat is a monster. Not to mention barbs on the tongue, it is not impossible for the tongue to grow a mace.

At this time, when it licked it like this, Qiao Mu only felt a sour and numb feeling.

After licking it, the pain on the shoulders weakened, and even the blood stopped.

"There is still such a usage? Tongue massage?"

Qiao Mu was quite surprised.

The cat seemed to vaguely know that Qiao Mu was praising him, so he raised his round head proudly, as if he was going to continue praising me.

Qiao Mu stretched out his hand and scratched its chin lightly, making the little cat close its eyes comfortably, almost sticking out its tongue.

"There are really barbs." Seeing the moment when the cat closed its eyes, Qiao Mu grabbed the impermanent cat's tongue suddenly and felt the touch of the cat's tongue.

"Woooo..." Wuchang broke free with two whimpers, and slapped Qiao Mu's hands like lightning. After breaking free, he hid in the shadow under the eaves, looking at Qiao Mu vigilantly from a distance.

Fang Yuan didn't pay attention to the play between Qiao Mu and the cat, his attention was always on the wound on Qiao Mu's shoulder.

"Senior Qiao, this doesn't seem to be just an ordinary skin injury," Fang Yuan said.

Although the wound on the shoulder was no longer bleeding, there was a faint chill, and even subtle frost condensation could be seen faintly.

"Wayne's claw technique has a cold poison... Although the wound is not deep, it is indeed a bit troublesome." Qiao Mu thought to himself.

This injury cannot be considered serious.

Those cold poisons were not troublesome, Qiao Mu didn't care too much.

In fact, this is also a warning from Wayne.

Deliberately hitting such a claw, hurting Qiao Mu but still remaining strong, was a warning to him.

According to Wayne's thinking, the cold poison is not a big problem, and it will fade away on its own in about seven days.But after all, it will affect Qiao Mu's internal energy operation, so before the cold poison is completely dispelled, if Qiao Mu wants to fight with others, it will be affected a little after all.

In other words, his claw meant to keep Qiao Mu from causing trouble for a short time, at least after he recovered from his injuries.

"Senior Qiao, I know Dong Xinglin, a famous doctor in the imperial capital."

Fang Yuan couldn't help but speak.

Qiao Mu took revenge for him, and he was naturally grateful, but he couldn't repay him. Seeing that Qiao Mu was injured, he expressed his willingness to take the initiative to introduce a famous doctor:

"In the past, he was the one who had good intentions. He was not afraid of offending the sword ghost and told my parents that they were hurt by the witnessing technique... He might be able to heal senior's injuries."

"Why do you need to heal such a small injury?" Qiao Mu didn't care:

"Tomorrow, I will continue to sell paintings in Antique Street."

"If it's not good tomorrow, we'll go the next day."

If it was really a serious injury, Qiao Mu committed suicide on the spot, trading aging in exchange for a refreshed body, so why should he care about the injury.

What he cared more about was when he, Qiao Shuanglin, would die this time.

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the imperial capital, which means that he is acting in such a high-profile manner, his reputation will probably spread soon..

Fang Yuan has no objection.

In other words, whether or not he disagreed, Qiao Mu's decision could not be changed.

He just took a deep look at Qiao Mu, and his figure came into view deeply.

When he was young, Fang's father said that he was only seven years old and never forgot the kindness of his biological father's upbringing, so now Qiao Shuanglin's kindness to him, he naturally would not accept it calmly.

He will repay others how others treat him.

Fang's father treats him like his own, and he regards Fang's father as his own father.

Now he is single and weak, only rank nine, and there is nothing he can do to help Qiao Mu, but this does not prevent him from setting an ambition in his heart.

.........

Day two.

It was just dawn, and Qiao Mu once again appeared in the Antique Street of the Imperial Capital.

He was still like yesterday, selling that picture of the blood moon, bragging that the picture was worth ten thousand taels of silver.

It's just that the street vendors around are already empty.

Anyone who is well-informed or has a little experience already knows that this old man is no small matter.

Holding a valuable ancient painting worth tens of thousands of taels that can attract warriors of rank four or above, he sold it in the busy market, and it appeared safe and sound the next day, and continued to sell it as if nothing had happened... Who would not know that this old man is a seasoned fisherman ?

........

"Qiao Shuanglin?"

In Hai Mansion, when Hai Wuya heard the news from the old steward, he, who has always been quiet in the ancient well, felt rippling in his heart.

"After Qiao Zhong, will the next Qiao family appear in the imperial capital soon? It's just that he is more high-profile than I imagined."

Hai Wuya narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking of Qiao Zhong in the dungeon again.

In the past, he was in the sky prison, and he didn't know if he could get out alive.

Therefore, he actually treated the 60-year-old Qiao Zhong as a disciple who inherited his mantle.

Now that Qiao Zhong died earlier than him, and hearing that Qiao's family appeared in the imperial capital, how could he not let him have mixed feelings?

Chapter 147 Chapter 141 Qiubeard Martial Saint (3 more)

In the Hai family mansion.

The mansion is quite old, the walls are peeling off, and all kinds of furniture are worn out.

Hai Wuya stood in the empty courtyard, with only the old butler behind him.

He quietly looked at the old tree that was as old as him, and his heart couldn't help but fluctuate.

Thirty years have passed in the prison, and the Hai family has lost its glory. His wife passed away many years ago, and the only two remaining sons are no longer in the imperial capital.

When he came back, there was only one old butler who was still waiting for him in the huge mansion.

There are not many people in this mansion, it looks empty and has a dull atmosphere, but Hai Wuya doesn't care.

Because his time is running out.

"Cough cough..."

Hai Wuya coughed lightly, his body bent slightly.

He was almost 80 years old, and he stayed in the dark and humid environment of the sky prison for another 30 years, which naturally caused irreversible damage to his body.

Although Wufu is physically strong, his lifespan is still within the range of ordinary people.

Although Hai Wuya practiced martial arts in his early years, he was born as a foreign monk in Shaolin. Over the years, he had accumulated some hidden wounds in his body, which became chronic diseases when he got old.

His time may be numbered, and he knows that his lifespan will be exhausted.

Although he was out of the sky prison, his mood was not so bright when he saw the current imperial capital.

In the past 30 years, the Great Yan Dynasty has been in decline, and there are scenes of the end of the dynasty, and natural and man-made disasters are rampant everywhere.

Not only natural disasters and man-made disasters, but even "man-made disasters" occurred frequently--especially after the death of Wu Shengren.

"Fifteen days ago, Tan County of Zhongzhou was massacred by the monks of the blood lotus sect. Hundreds of thousands of people died, just to refine the Ten Thousand Soul Banner."

"After hearing the news, Tao Zhen, a disciple of Dao Dao Sect, went to Tan County to fight with disciples of Blood Lotus Sect. Although he succeeded in killing him, it also affected two mountain villages, causing countless casualties."

"A month ago, thunder and lightning suddenly appeared in the sky above Dan City in Zhongzhou, and the thunder fell like rain. It was suspected that the monks of the immortal way were fighting skills. Half the city was destroyed by the thunder, and hundreds of thousands of people were killed or injured."

"The local officials reported to the disciples of Dao Dao Sect, but there is no reply. We can only guess that this matter may have something to do with Dao Dao Sect and other immortal sects."