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

Wang Songhe used to be a second-rank member of the imperial court in his early years, and his skills and strength were far beyond that of the ordinary forces in this Yancheng. To clean up a Yancheng is actually considered inferior, so how can there be any suspense?

Zhang Kui also thought it made sense, nodded and said:

"Okay brother, you can read the news of Yancheng before you speak. This is the news from Chaolou...Although it is almost spread all over the street."

Wang Songhe glanced briefly, and his eyes froze immediately.

Wu Shengren... Can you still hear from him?

"What the hell is he paying attention to... and that Heyang Prefecture is also a place of right and wrong."

Wang Songhe sighed slightly.

Back then, he had given Qiao Mu a letter of recommendation, intending to recommend Qiao Sen, who had suffered severe damage to his meridians, to be a small headhunter in Heyang City, so that he could sharpen his sharp edge.

After ten or eight years, when Qiao Sen recovers from his injuries, maybe he can become his powerful helper...

But he didn't expect that not long after, news spread that the former headhunter of Heyang City "Jopiff" was shot by the fairy maiden and burned to death.

Although he didn't know the pseudonym "Jopiff", judging from his style of acting, he was not much different from that of Qiao Sen.

"If I had known that he was so staunch, why would I have recommended him to be a policeman, but I lost my life instead..."

Wang Songhe sighed slightly.

But at this time, a servant knocked on the door and entered the study.

"Master Wang, there is a guest surnamed Wu who says he is an old acquaintance of the master. He passed by this city of Yan and came to visit."

"Old friend?"

Wang Songhe frowned suddenly.

His current identity is the pseudonym "Wang He". This name was randomly chosen after he entered Yancheng. How can there be any old friends?

"...Then let him come in." Wang Songhe thought.

It may be that the comer is not kind, but the soldiers come to cover up the water and cover them with soil. If there is something tricky, they will do it when they meet and see each other. What are you afraid of?

After a while.

Wang Songhe looked at Wu Shengren sitting in the study, dumbfounded.

"Wang Shanhe, don't you know how to serve tea after seeing old acquaintances?" Wu Shengren said indifferently.

"The tea is for the guests. You and I have different ways, so we don't conspire with each other." Wang Songhe also reacted, and his face didn't look too good.

Wang Songhe, whose real name is Wang Shanhe, used to be a second-rank official in the dynasty and served as Minister of the Ministry of Punishment.

The two of them have one civil and one martial arts. Although Wang Songhe is younger in age, they can be regarded as a generation in general.

of course.

Back then, when Wang Songhe was Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, he was just a pure civil servant. He did not practice martial arts or cultivate immortality, so his status and reputation in the court were far inferior to that of Wu Shengren, who was already the leader of military officials at that time.

It's just that many civil servants and military generals of the generation 40 years ago died, and very few can survive to the present, and they are basically old.

Wu Shengren, who rode the best in martial arts, and Wang Songhe, who started to cultivate immortals after the age of 40, are two special cases that have achieved great achievements.

The two of them can actually be regarded as the afterglow of the courtiers of the previous era.

"Dao is different and does not conspire with each other...You, Wang Shanhe, devoted yourself to the immortal way, and ended up becoming the lord of a small city from a second-rank official. Where is your way?" Wu Shengren asked lightly.

"Among strangers, there is a saying of luck. You, Wang Shanhe, practiced the way of immortality, and became an official in the secular world. You even vaguely wanted to form a bandit uprising army... Can you live forever like this?"

"What's the use of me wanting to live forever? I only practice magic arts and not immortality. If I am strong in immortality, I will cultivate immortality. If I am strong in martial arts, I will practice martial arts... It's a pity that this martial arts..." Wang Songhe looked at the martial sage in front of him with a complicated expression.

What he knew was the high-spirited first-rank military officer 40 years ago, not the 85-year-old Wu Sheng who ate people and practiced martial arts in front of him.

"You have your way, and I have mine." Wu Shengren said:

"My martial art is to use the ultimate force to slaughter all the strangers in the world and create peace for all ages."

"Wu Shengren, do you still want to say this kind of righteousness in front of me?" There was not much expression on Wang Songhe's face, he was very calm.

"The first-rank general 40 years ago said these words, saying that you have the world in your heart, I believe it."

"But now, the martial saint who has blood on his hands and slaughtered half of the martial arts world, how can I believe it?"

Over the years, Wang Songhe had also heard a lot about the deeds committed by the famous martial sage, so he didn't have much awe of the martial sage in front of him.

"There are no saints in this world. Are there any cowards who don't care about their deeds, who are always full of righteousness, and who fear death in the end?" He stood up and shouted:

"No matter how much justice is said on the lips, and the blood on the hands is too much, human nature will decline."

"Wu Shengren, how human are you now?"

"Believe it or not, what does it have to do with me?" Wu Shengren casually picked out his ears, not paying attention at all.

Wang Songhe was speechless.

"I hope I can see the day when you sacrifice for martial arts, not others sacrifice for your martial arts." Wang Songhe said coldly:

"But I'm afraid I won't be able to see it. Even if you cultivate the immortal way and live longer than ordinary people, you may not be able to wait."

"If I die, Martial Dao will not exist, and no one can fight against Immortal Dao, so I can't die." Wu Sheng said humanely.

Wang Songhe was silent for a while.

Wu Shengren is the strongest in martial arts, no one can hold a candle to him, so according to his principle of the jungle, he is more important than any other martial artist in the world.

If he wanted to die, it would be after all the other warriors died, and the warrior saint would die as the last victim.

"You are right no matter what." Wang Songhe shook his head and said:

"Before all the fighters in the martial arts are dead, no one can know whether you are a selfish person who let the whole martial arts pay for you, or a victim who is really willing to make sacrifices."

"That's right." Wu Shengren also nodded, he won't prove his innocence, and he doesn't care about his innocence.

After speaking, he stood up directly and walked towards the door.

"Wang Shanhe, follow me to meet someone." Wu Sheng said humanely.

"Huh?" Wang Songhe was slightly surprised.

"You don't always think that I came here to catch up with you, do you? Don't take yourself too seriously." Wu Shengren said lightly:

"A person who uses flesh and blood to change his appearance, and his surname is Qiao...and you have also been in contact with Qiao's family more than once, right?"

Chapter 105 Chapter 100

Yancheng, among the houses in the outer city.

Qiao Mu walked out of the room, looked around, and looked at the somewhat familiar scenery of the past.

The outer city of Yancheng in the past can be said to be ten rooms and five empty.

But this time, Wu Jihui obviously found a vacant room in the outer city to live temporarily.

Wu Qizheng didn't stop him from going out. Instead, he stood there with his chin in his hands, watching Qiao Mu's every move quietly.

I looked around at the gate of the courtyard, and I could faintly hear footsteps coming from a distance, and a pedestrian who lived in the outer city was coming.

Walking in the alley was a middle-aged man with the appearance of an old farmer, grinning his big yellow teeth, chatting with passers-by, and smiling innocently.

Seemingly noticing Qiao Mu's gaze, the middle-aged man looked back and was slightly taken aback.

"Old Huang?"

Qiao Mu didn't expect to bump into his old acquaintance by chance when he arrived in Yancheng, so he turned his head hastily and walked into the courtyard again.

Qiao Mu's "Flesh and Blood" is still at the stage of makeup and disguise.

Because of being knocked out by Wu Shengren, his make-up had already been seen through, so at this moment, Qiao Mu appeared with his original face.

The actual age of the current tree is 60 years old.

But because the Longevity Fist has been completed in a small way, Qiao Mu's energy and blood are still not declining, and his appearance looks younger than the ordinary sixty-year-old man of the Dayan Dynasty.

Just because of his disguise, Qiao Mu deliberately made himself look like he was 60 years old.

Wu Qizheng took Qiao Mu's reactions into consideration and thoughtfully.

"As you can see, we are in Yancheng." He described the details of his plan to assassinate the emperor:

"To the west of Yancheng is the Qingming Mountains. So let's come to Yancheng for a while to rest."

"If you want to assassinate the Emperor Yonghe, the best time to act is on his way to Qingyun Temple..."

"But it's a pity that our Martial Arts Association still doesn't know the exact whereabouts of Emperor Yonghe."

In the past, the Xingxuan envoy of the Martial Arts Association came to this Yancheng, the main purpose was to find the traces of the Yonghe Emperor in the Yancheng area, and went to meet Guo Yan by the way.

It's just that it's obvious that the Xingxuan envoy's information has a little deviation.

Although Emperor Yonghe had arrived in Nanzhou, he was not in Yancheng at that time, but in Heyang Fucheng.

Qiao Mu was also shocked when he heard Wu Qizheng briefly talk about assassinating the emperor.

As the emperor of Dayan, Emperor Yonghe's every move is not his business alone.

If he kowtowed to the immortals of Xuantianzong, even if he was an ordinary pilgrim in private instead of Emperor Dayan, it would inevitably bring about serious consequences.

"No wonder Wu Ji has a plan to assassinate the emperor..." Qiao Mu sighed softly.

And for Qiao Mu, there was no psychological burden to assassinate this fatuous and incompetent emperor.

Therefore, this time, his actions are indeed consistent with Wu Shengren's interests and purposes.

Not to mention, Wu Shengren also made a condition that Qiao Mu couldn't refuse: the best martial arts cheats.

Wu Qizheng continued: "The time for Emperor Dayan to pay homage to Qingyun Temple will be the first day of the next month, that is, seven or eight days later."

"If we can't find the trace of Emperor Dayan and assassinate him before the first day of junior high school, once the time is delayed to the first day of junior high school, the chance of success will be extremely slim."

If it is not necessary, Wu Jihui does not want to go directly to Xuantianzong's Qingyun Temple, which means directly facing Xuantianzong as an enemy.

Not only is it very likely that the assassination of the emperor will fail, but it may also be taken by Xuantianzong.

After finishing speaking, Wu Qi solemnly said:

"Qiao Zhong, assassinating the emperor is an extremely dangerous operation, even for a martial sage, it is also dangerous, and it is very likely that he will be an enemy of the monks of Xuantianzong."

"Wu Shengren involved you in this matter, in fact, he wanted to cultivate you into a future martial arts seed...or martial arts merits."

"If you die, it will be your weakness."

"If you can survive, you have passed his test, and he will give you the best martial arts secrets..."

"So, try to live on."

Qiao Mu had been listening carefully, but he was a little stunned when he heard this.

When he first heard Wu Shengren talk about it before, he hadn't reacted yet, but now he saw Huadian.

His mission is to survive?

That sounds a little too difficult, doesn't it?

Can you let him die?Does death count?

For Qiao Mu, it was much easier to die than to live.

"If I want the top cheats in the hands of Wu Shengren, I must restrain my desire to die and try my best to save my life during the assassination of the emperor..."

"Isn't this too difficult? I'm afraid I won't be able to stop it."

Qiao Mu was speechless.

But thinking about it carefully, he is now 60 years old, although he is still full of energy and blood because of half of the Changshengquan.

But if you are a few years older, you may face the dilemma of physical aging and decline in energy and blood.

So he really needs the second half of "Longevity Boxing Classic" in Wu Jihui's hands, and it is best to get it right away.

"Before you get the complete "Longevity Boxing Sutra", you really can't kill yourself at will, you should cherish life...for now, cherish it for a while."

"Wait until I get it before I die."

Qiao Mu thought so in his heart.

Is thinking.

There were footsteps coming from outside the door again, and this time it was someone Qiao Mu didn't expect to push the door in.

One of them is Wu Shengren, and the other is Wang Songhe in disguise.