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

"My king, Songhe, is willing to be the thief who breaks through these mountains!"

Chapter 25 Chapter 24

Qiao Mu quietly listened to Wang Songhe finish talking about his ambitions, and he was also slightly moved, and his eyes glanced at the bandits around him.

He probably knew why these bandits were quite disciplined in the previous bandit suppression battle, and how a middle-aged scholar like Wang Songhe could gather so many bandits in these mountains.

Wang Songhe's vision and conversation are quite extraordinary. Before becoming a bandit, he should have a good background.

"Brother Qiao, let me ask you again, are you willing to join me in a big event?" Wang Songhe asked sincerely.

"But I refuse." Qiao Mu was still calm-headed:

"It is said that deeds speak louder than words. Whether you are a bandit or a rebel army depends on your deeds, not your slogans."

Just like Qiao Mu wanted to die with all his heart, he definitely didn't just shout slogans, but he still lived firmly in the end.

Wang Songhe was not annoyed. As the leader of the bandits, he seemed to be quite reserved, and he was very gentle from beginning to end:

"I was abrupt."

"Brother Qiao, if you want to know whether the bandits I am waiting for are not worthy of their names, why don't you come and see for yourself in my cottage?"

"That's fine." Qiao Mu's eyes lit up immediately, and his heart beat a little faster.

Although Wang Songhe said he was recruiting him, Qiao Mu knew that he was still surrounded by bandits!

If he was going to the mountain stronghold and found out where the bandits were hiding, it would be impossible for Wang Songhe to just let him go!

It was like the robber took off his mask in front of him. As long as Qiao Mu knew the true face of the robber, he had two choices: death or joining.

I'm going to order this cottage!

"I'm going to die..." Qiao Mu was heartbroken, and readily agreed to Wang Songhe's invitation.

Surrounded by bandits, he and Wang Songhe walked forward on the mountain road.

The mountain road twists and turns, and after walking for about a quarter of an hour, the willows and flowers in front of us suddenly open up.

The cottage of the bandits was built around a dilapidated Taoist temple. Although the houses were simple, they seemed neat.

What surprised Qiao Mu even more was that he saw melon and fruit terraces in the bandit's cottage, and there were old and young women and children working in front of the house, enjoying themselves.

It is not so much a cottage as it is a small mountain village in the mountains.

If it was a bandit den that made a living by burning, killing, and looting, there would be no old, young, women and children at all, and even if there were, it would be a very small number. It seems that Wang Songhe is really not a braggart... Qiao Mu thought.

"Boss is back?"

A few strong hunters in animal skins carried a huge tiger's body side by side on the mountain road. Almost all of them were wounded and dripping with blood, but they still nodded when they saw Wang Songhe.

This giant tiger is nearly three meters long, and its fur is a strange navy blue color. It is not so much a giant tiger as it is a monster tiger, and it does not look like a mortal at all.

The warriors in this world are powerful and can develop internal energy, which is far beyond ordinary people. For example, when Qiao Mu's internal energy erupts at the peak of the ninth rank, his ability exceeds a thousand catties.

And in the mountains, there are also powerful alien beasts and monsters, which can be compared to warriors among mortals.

Seeing Qiao Mu staring at the giant tiger, Wang Songhe said:

"A tyrannical government is fiercer than a tiger, and taxes are more poisonous than a snake."

"Although there are strange beasts and monsters in these mountains, it is better than starving to death in Yancheng."

Speaking of this, Wang Songhe's eyes turned cold, and he said coldly:

"No matter how poisonous a different tiger or snake is, it is still not as poisonous as a different heart."

Qiao Mu was thoughtful, and suddenly asked:

"Mr. Wang, I've heard of the alien many times, but I haven't seen it yet. Do you know who this so-called alien is? Is it some kind of alien?"

About the alien, Qiao Mu had also heard from Qiao Canxue before.

It is said that Wu Shengren was defeated at the hands of other people at the beginning, even though Wu Shengren was the second best martial artist in the world, he was defeated miserably, so this Yi people is a very strong group.

It's just that when Qiao Mu asked again, Qiao Canxue kept secret.

When Qiao Mu asked such a question, Wang Songhe showed surprise and looked at him carefully:

"You are from Qiao's family, and I see that after you assassinated Colonel Chu, you also used Changsheng Quan. How can you know nothing about Yiren?"

Is the Qiao family related to other people?My Longevity Fist has been seen through again?

Qiao Mu's heart moved slightly, he looked at Wang Songhe suspiciously, and asked tentatively:

"Are you from the Martial Arts Association?"

Anyway, he is not afraid of death, he asks questions when he has a question on his mind, and he is not afraid of saying the wrong thing.

As soon as this question came up, Wang Songhe's face became even more weird, and he laughed and said:

"The Qiao family's Longevity Fist has an extraordinary history, but it's not only people from the Wujihui who can see through your fist."

"You are from the Qiao family, but you don't know the details of Yiren. It seems that although the Qiao family in Heyang has a legacy, it has already fallen, and the inheritance is incomplete."

"Wu Shengren did an amazing job."

Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Having said so much, he also understood that Wang Songhe had long regarded him as Qiao's family.

I just don't know if Wang Songhe spent so much time in recruiting him so kindly for the sake of the Qiao family.

Speaking of this, he naturally knew that Wang Songhe had a very extraordinary background, and his knowledge and conversation were very comparable to others, so he wanted to continue the routine.

"The Longevity Fist has an extraordinary history?" Qiao Mu continued to probe:

"I only know that Changshengquan is an internal martial art inherited from a master of Taoism. There is even a saying that it was taught by Taoist immortals..."

In fact, Qiao Mu didn't take this statement seriously.

There are too many people who recognize a tall ancestor for their own boxing.

For example, in Qiao Mu's previous life, there were certain martial arts that worshiped Yue Wumu as their ancestor, or worshiped Bodhidharma as their ancestor, which was basically a big banner and could not be taken seriously.

Wang Songhe looked at him steadily.

After a long time, he opened his mouth and said:

"Wu Shengren is a martial arts wizard born in the world. He calls himself Wu Shengren and claims to be the second in the world, but no one dares to call him number one."

"Decades ago, he was already a first-rank martial artist, a first-rank member of the imperial court, and faintly the leader of the military officer of Dayan."

"However, even as strong as a martial sage, he ended up in a disastrous defeat in the alien war. He fought bloody to the last man, and the last [-] elites were wiped out by the aliens, and he was the only one who survived."

"After returning from that alien battlefield, he abandoned his official title and pursued the ultimate martial arts, and the Wu Jihui was born from this."

"Such a person later went to seize the Qiao family's Longevity Fist in person, naturally because the Longevity Fist is extraordinary."

"As for the alien..."

Wang Songhe looked at Qiao Mu silently:

"The so-called aliens are not actually aliens. They are of the same origin as us."

Chapter 26 Chapter 25

"The alien has the same origin as my human race? Then what is the difference between him and the alien?"

Qiao Mu was completely confused by Wang Songhe's statement.

Before meeting Wang Songhe, he thought that the alien race that could defeat Wu Shengren might be a fighting race with three heads and six arms that could run horses with fists.

After all, Wu Shengren is too strong.

Whether it's from Qiao Canxue's mouth or from the mysterious bandit king Song Hekou, Wu Shengren is a formidable martial arts giant.

It sounds now that the alien who can defeat Wu Shengren is not what Qiao Mu imagined.

"Brother Joe, this is not a place to talk, just follow me."

While coughing up blood, Wang Songhe led him forward. His physical condition seemed to be a bit bad.

Qiao Mu originally thought that Wang Songhe would take him to some secret room to talk, but he walked around, but he came to the Taoist temple in the center of the cottage.

This Taoist temple has long been dilapidated, the walls are covered with mottled marks, and the courtyard is full of pots and pans, apparently occupied by these bandits.

The halls and pavilions of Taoist temples have also become shelters for bandits to shelter from wind and rain.

Except for the main hall where the idol is enshrined.

The main hall is much neater than other places in this Taoist temple. Although the altar and other objects are old and dilapidated, there is not much dust accumulated, and it is obvious that people often clean them.

The statue behind the altar is a stalwart immortal in fluttering white clothes and holding a wooden stick. The tablet says "Immortal Qingmu".

When Qiao Mu walked in, there happened to be a middle-aged couple who entered, bowed respectfully in front of the altar, and lit three sticks of incense on the altar.

Seeing Wang Songhe walking in, the middle-aged couple greeted each other with a smile before turning around and leaving.

"This place doesn't look like a bandit's den. It's just an ordinary mountain village, right?" Qiao Mu felt that the style of painting was a bit wrong.

Although Wang Songhe regarded himself as a bandit, what he did may be closer to the uprising army at the end of the ancient dynasty.

But he was a little strange, Wang Songhe talked when he talked, why did he come to this Taoist temple to talk.

Wang Songhe closed the front door of the main hall, leaving only him and Qiao Mu in the hall, and the hall was quiet, only three sticks of incense were left lingering in smoke.

Only then did he open his mouth to say: "This so-called alien is actually not a big secret, it's just that those who know it keep it secret."

"The aliens are not only of the same origin as our human race, they look the same as us, and their language is also interoperable, so there is no hindrance to communicating with each other."

"Then where is the strange person you mentioned?" Qiao Mu frowned.

Wang Songhe pressed his heart, and said coldly:

"The difference lies in the heart."

"Inhumans possess mighty power over warriors, and they also distinguish themselves from ordinary people from the bottom of their hearts."

"Of course, Yiren doesn't call himself Yiren."

"The so-called alien is just a rhetoric by the court to deceive the public."

Qiao Mu immediately understood, why did he cover his mouth beforehand.

Wang Songhe continued: "The aliens are very extraordinary. They have great power and a long life span. Once their existence is confirmed by the world, they will often be worshiped. They are simply lighthouses in the eyes of ordinary people."

"And this is just an appearance." Wang Songhe said solemnly:

"The mountain above the heads of the world is the Great Yan Dynasty, and there is also this mountain of aliens above the heads of the Dayan Dynasty."

"The court's tyrannical government and taxation for decades was caused by the alien war that Wu Shengren lost."

"The aliens are superior and do not regard our human race as the same kind. Our human race is just resources and property in the eyes of aliens."

"They raise a large number of human races as laborers, mining, farming, and planting. These laborers themselves are also believers and believers, and they have to worship them after working."

"From birth to death, from soul to body, mortals are providing resources and value to aliens, and they don't even know it!"

"Inhumans may seem glamorous and powerful, but every pore of them is filled with the blood of mortals!"

What brought capitalists... Qiao Mu frowned tightly as he listened.

In his previous life, he was a laborer who received blessings. After listening to Wang Songhe say so much, he has a strong sense of substitution, and he has already begun to get angry.

It's just these rhetoric... He vaguely thought of something, but he couldn't figure it out after thinking about it carefully.

"Then what are these aliens you're talking about?" Qiao Mu asked again.

Wang Songhe kept silent and just stood with his back to him.

Qiao Mu asked again and again, but Wang Songhe remained indifferent.

The atmosphere is here, it's starting to be tricky, isn't it... Qiao Mu was about to complain, but suddenly his mind lifted.

Wang Songhe didn't show off, he gave the answer from the very beginning, but Qiao Mu just turned a blind eye.

During the conversation just now, Wang Songhe never faced him, but stared at a part of the main hall.

Qiao Mu followed Wang Songhe's gaze, and only saw a statue behind the altar, which was the Immortal Qingmu holding a wooden staff, looking down at them expressionlessly behind the altar.

Lightning flashed in his mind.

The so-called aliens in Wang Song Hekou are alchemists, immortal cultivators, and their end--immortals!