Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible by Keyboard Emperor
Introduction:
Traveling through a world where immortal ways and martial arts coexist, Qiao Mu can be resurrected repeatedly.
Every time he was beaten to death, he would be resurrected at the cost of increasing his age, but his martial arts skills would also become more profound with age.
The older you die, the stronger you become. The more heroic your death, the stronger you will be after your resurrection.
So he found all kinds of ways to commit suicide and went wherever there was danger.
The enemy was horrified to find that just after they defeated a small one, another old one came, and it was endless.
The legend of an untouchable immortal family began to spread in the world.
"The Qiao family is full of loyal and brave people. Generations have been martyrs. Every generation hates evil, values righteousness over life and death, and dares to be the first in the world!"
"The son died on the battlefield, but the white-haired father continued to fight. How admirable and lamentable!"
"In the past, the Qiao family members died for me. Today, I cannot sit idly by and watch his old father spend his later years in misery."
"The descendant of the Qiao family brazenly entered the palace to assassinate the tyrant emperor but failed, and died? The tyrant emperor is confused, the Qiao family's hidden thousand-year-old monster is about to be born!"
"The sacred Buddha has returned? But why do even the gods call the elders of the Qiao family ancestors? How many ancestors does the Qiao family have, and where did they come from?"
After dying countless times, Qiao Mu suddenly looked back and realized that he had become the common ancestor of the human race who was tens of millions of years old and had powerful skills as deep as the ocean.
Volume 1: Youthful and frivolous
Chapter 1 Ah I'm Dead
The blue sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly.
The ancient town has neatly built houses and pavilions, and the long bluestone-paved street is bustling with people.
Qiao Mu walked among the crowds in the vegetable market, brushing shoulders with passers-by, and finally stopped in front of a pork stall.
Zheng the butcher behind the meat stall was a sturdy man with a crew cut and a face full of flesh. He looked like someone who was not someone to be trifled with.
"Zheng the Butcher...it's obviously him." Qiao Mu recalled the information he had obtained before.
On the surface, Zheng the Butcher is a pig killer, but in fact he is a local tyrant in this outer city area.
In troubled times, human lives are less valuable than pigs. In addition to slaughtering pigs, it is said that Zheng the Butcher also colluded with gangs and engaged in human trafficking.
"Boss, give me ten pounds of lean meat and cut it into small pieces to make the sauce. Don't leave any fat on it." Qiao Mu said.
After hearing Qiao Mu's question, Zheng the Butcher looked up and glanced at Qiao Mu.
Qiao Mu had a good appearance. Although he was still a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, with a somewhat childish face, he had a slender and strong figure, and his clothes were elegant. He seemed to have a wealthy family. He also had a sword on his waist, and he seemed like a young knight who had walked out of a vernacular novel.
Such young people appearing in the vegetable market in the outer city are as eye-catching as fireflies in the dark night.
"good."
The butcher did not neglect the request. He said "OK" and started cutting the meat, chopping it into fine paste.
Ten pounds of臊子 is not a small amount. It took the butcher Zheng more than half an hour to chop it. He was sweating all over before he finished.
Just as he was about to wrap it up and hand it to Qiao Mu, he was interrupted by Qiao Mu:
"Wait, bring me another ten pounds of fat meat, without any lean meat on it, and cut it into small pieces for me to make the sauce."
"Um?"
Butcher Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Qiao Mu in front of him, the smile on his face faded a little bit, and his voice unconsciously became a little higher:
"Are you here to cause trouble?"
As soon as the voice came out, the originally noisy vegetable market suddenly became much quieter.
The pedestrians around were afraid of Zheng the butcher, and when they saw him getting angry they hurried away. The vegetable market, which was bustling just a moment ago, suddenly became empty.
"I'm here to buy meat." The young man Qiao Mu was calm, and just slapped his bulging wallet on the table: "You cut it first, I'll be of use."
Butcher Zheng frowned and glanced at the sword and purse on Qiao Mu's waist. The anger that had just risen in his heart was covered by suspicion.
Butcher Zheng was a man of broad shoulders and thick waist, with a face full of flesh and a fierce aura. With a loud shout like he just gave, an ordinary young man might not be able to speak clearly in front of him.
But Qiumu was too young and too calm.
Judging from his physique, he seems to have practiced martial arts, and judging from his clothes, he seems to be from a wealthy family.
No matter how you look at it, it seems like they are fearless.
After frowning and thinking for a moment, Zheng the butcher endured it for the sake of the money, and cut another ten pounds of fat and started chopping it on the chopping board.
It took another half an hour to chop, and his back was soaked with sweat.
When he looked up again, Qiumu was still standing there, but there was a bag of big watermelons in his hand. It seemed that he bought them from the fruit stall next to him while he was chopping meat.
"It's done. You don't want another ten pounds of meat, do you?" Butcher Zheng wrapped ten pounds of fatty meat in sauce while glancing at Qiao Mu.
"What are you talking about, boss? I'm not here to tease you." Qiao Mu smiled as he paid and placed two watermelons on the table.
"I just bought two watermelons, but I forgot to ask the vendor to cut them. Boss, can you help me cut them?"
"No problem, cutting a watermelon won't be a problem." Zheng the butcher felt relieved when he saw the money. He changed to a sharp knife that had never been used to cut meat and was about to cut the watermelon, but he heard Qiao Mu standing there and saying quietly:
"Cut these two watermelons into thin slices for me, and don't leave any rind on them..."
Butcher Zheng suddenly looked up at Qiao Mu, and a fire suddenly rose in his heart.
He didn't say anything, just picked up two sharp knives and chopped the watermelon with all his strength, as if he wanted to treat the watermelon as the boy who was looking for trouble in front of him, and chopped the watermelon into pieces, splashing the juice everywhere.
Dong, dong, dong... The meat chopping board made crisp sounds under the butcher's knives. It was obvious that butcher Zheng was very angry. The two sharp knives made the meat chopping board shake constantly and even crack.
No one dared to say anything. When they saw Zheng the butcher's anger, they turned away. Now there were only a few people left in the huge vegetable market.
Boom!
Another knife fell, and the chopping board was completely split in the middle, splitting it into two halves. The watermelon juice flowed down the crack and dripped onto the ground.
Only then did Zheng the butcher raise his head and look down at the tree in front of him.
"Are you satisfied?" Butcher Zheng shouted in a gruff voice.
Qiao Mu smiled and said, "Butcher Zheng is indeed very strong. He has been cutting meat for such a long time without showing any signs of fatigue. It is really a waste of his talent to be a butcher."
"You----" Zheng the Butcher was startled, and the anger on his face froze, but he heard the second half of Qiao Mu's words:
"Since you still have the strength, bring me these two chopping boards and cut the pork into pieces in the same fine way. Don't put any pork on them."
"I'm going to cut you into pieces!" Zheng the butcher was completely furious. He crossed the meat counter in two or three steps, holding a sharp knife in one hand and trying to grab Qiao Mu with the other.
"Come on!" The young man was not afraid at all. He did not retreat even a step and directly performed a set of military boxing. In a blink of an eye, he was stabbed more than a dozen times and fell to the ground covered in blood.
“This…” Zheng the Butcher was also shocked. Before he could react, the young man who was looking for trouble had already fallen down.
He stood there with a knife in his hand, and leaned forward to look at Qiao Mu carefully.
But I saw that the corners of Qiao Mu's mouth, who was lying on the ground motionless, were actually... slightly rising
After being stabbed so many times and on the verge of death, his expression was not one of fear or panic, but rather one of... satisfaction
"This time, I should be able to get a nice death evaluation, right?" This was Qiao Mu's last thought before he died.
He closed his eyes slightly and just lay on the long bluestone brick street, letting the blood gather into a pool beneath his body, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised slightly, with a peaceful smile on his face.
This smile made Zheng the Butcher shudder subconsciously, and he reached out to feel Qiao Mu's breath.
It's out of breath.
Qiao Mu, dead.
He was fifteen years old.
Chapter 2 Ah, I'm Alive
"Murder! Murder! Murder..."
Some people couldn't help but scream, and when Zheng the butcher glared at them, they quickly covered their mouths and crawled away.
Soon, the entire vegetable market was empty and everyone ran away in panic.
Only Zheng the Butcher stood there in a daze, looking at the boy's corpse at his feet.
A question echoed in his mind.
What happened
I originally thought that this young man who came to cause trouble on purpose was a young knight who practiced martial arts.
So Zheng the butcher was tolerant at first, but when he could no longer bear it, he suddenly picked up his knife and attacked without holding back at all.
But I didn't expect...
Thinking of the young man's fancy boxing skills before his death, in which he couldn't even distinguish between training methods and actual combat methods... Zheng the Butcher held his forehead with one hand, unable to bear to look.
Of course this is not the point.
The point is, he killed someone!
Killing people in the street! And being seen by many people!
"run!"
Butcher Zheng quickly packed up his belongings and ran out of the town.
Although he looked tall and strong, he ran very fast and lightly and soon disappeared from sight.
Not long.
At the corner of the alley at the vegetable market, another almost identical tree emerged.
He casually glanced down at his own body lying in the middle of the vegetable market, and stretched his muscles.
"The last body was only 15 years old, and the body hadn't grown yet."
"It's much better now."
Compared to the body of the 15-year-old boy on the ground, Qiao Mu was a head taller and obviously more muscular. Although his body was well-proportioned, there were faint muscle lines in his hands and feet.
He closed his eyes.
A longevity lock made of material as beautiful as jade or stone came to mind.
This strange longevity lock was a strange object that had accompanied Qiao Mu since he crossed over. On it was a strange Ouroboros pattern, with a circular snake body surrounding four large characters.
Immortality.
"Longevity" and "immortality" are two concepts.
Longevity means that trees have eternal life and will never grow old or die.
Immortality means that Qiao Mu has an immortal body and can be resurrected even if killed.
The price of resurrection is life.
Every time he is resurrected, Qiao Mu will lose a certain amount of lifespan, and his body will age accordingly, but what is even more strange is that his skills will also increase with the increase of his body age.
By consuming 10 years of life, you can gain 10 years of skill.
The older you die, the stronger you become.
"What immortal training system?" Qiao Mu complained, staring at the longevity lock in his heart, and more information emerged in his mind.
Evaluation of this death: C (The death of a righteous man. Unfortunately, he died too quickly, as weak as a scammer, and only used his life to make the other party flee in fear of crime.)
Life expectancy lost due to death: 3 years
Remaining revives this week: 4/5
Current age: 18
Skills: Longevity Fist (beginner)
Before this, Qiao Mu was 15 years old and was just a rookie who had just started learning martial arts.
And he died once, and his life span was shortened by three years.