"Perhaps my son, from birth, was destined to die for him..."
Wu Qi was gently stroking his tombstone with a complicated expression on his face.
Born as the son of a Martial Saint and being the best at transforming flesh and blood, he is the best candidate to COS the Martial Saint, no doubt about it.
In addition, it was indeed his own will to go to Qingyun Temple to assassinate the emperor, and this is not false.
He really had the will to die.
But voluntarily dying is not inconsistent with trying to save oneself and survive from death.
Given a choice, who wants to die
The secret of Wu Qizhen's escape from death is actually his best skill, "Flesh and Blood Transformation".
Before setting off, he divided his flesh and blood into three parts.
Most of the flesh and blood is Wu Qizhen's real body, who died under the immortal's thunder through COS Wu Shengren.
A small part of it is attached to Qiao Mu's body.
The last part is his current body, which houses a trace of his mind as a martial artist.
Wu Qizhen, who survived at this time, was equivalent to cutting himself with a knife. His strength was only one tenth of what it was, and he was not much stronger than an ordinary person.
Compared with physical weakness, the greater trauma is the mental and spiritual damage.
But now, he, like Wu Qingxin before, has jumped out of the chessboard of the Martial Saint.
Now he is free for the time being.
This is something that only Wu Qizhen, who has mastered "A Hundred Transformations of Flesh and Blood" to perfection, can do.
In terms of attainments in "A Hundred Transformations of Flesh and Blood", Wu Qizhen is first, followed by Wu Shengren.
According to Wu Qizhen's speculation, even a martial saint should not be able to achieve the level of "dying with flesh and blood".
Otherwise, if the Martial Saint knew that he could still survive, he would probably wait for him here. There was no way he would let him, one of the Seventy-two Sages, escape from the Martial Saint's clutches.
This is something that only Wu Qizhen can do.
"After my mind was severely damaged, I am no longer the Wu Qizhen I once was. I also escaped the intuitive detection of the Wu Shengling Xi Jue of the Wu Saint..."
Wu Qi was thinking about this when the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Currently, the only way to avoid the intuitive detection of "Martial Saint's Holy Rhinoceros Secret" is the "Xuanming Breath-Retaining Technique" specially created by the Martial Saint.
But it was obviously impossible for the Martial Saint to teach him this technique.
And Wu Qi has now explored the second one.
First, he COSed as Wu Shengren in "Flesh and Blood", and faked his death as "Wu Shengren" and "Wu Qizhen".
Then use a trace of your mind to reside in the flesh and blood that was separated in advance and be reborn.
Now that he has been reborn, both his body and mind are incredibly weak, and only one tenth of his strength remains.
Even Wu Qizhen himself cannot ensure that the "Wu Qizhen" after his rebirth is still the real Wu Qizhen.
"Perhaps the real Wu Qizhen is indeed dead, and now I am just another person who thinks I am Wu Qizhen."
"Perhaps, this is the real reason why I can hide from the intuitive perception of the Martial Spiritual Rhinoceros Technique."
As this thought flashed through Wu Qi's mind, he felt inexplicably sad.
He no longer thought about this question because the matter was done and this question was destined to have no answer.
"Qiao Zhong, or Qiao Sen, I heard that he seems to have survived, although only temporarily... It's worth my efforts." He said to himself.
Wu Qi had implanted a fist-sized piece of flesh and blood into Qiao Mu's body in advance, half for the purpose of experimenting with "Blood and Flesh Transformation", and the other half to give Qiao Mu some power in an attempt to save his life during the assassination attempt.
The so-called plan to assassinate Emperor Yonghe was just a scam. The assassins who went to Qingyun Temple, including Wu Qizheng, were destined to be wiped out.
The fist-sized piece of flesh and blood on Qiao Zhong’s chest was actually a token of his kindness towards the Qiao family.
"There is still Qiao Zhong in this world who dares to challenge the Martial Saint, and there are also Qiao family members who would rather die than surrender... Whether it is Qiao Zhong or other members of the Qiao family, I hope that one day, someone will be able to defeat the Martial Saint."
By this time the rain had gradually stopped.
Wu Qizheng no longer held the umbrella. He used the long umbrella in his hand as a walking stick and walked laboriously along the mountain road step by step, leaving a muddy footprint on the road.
"I have already given the derived and improved "Blood and Flesh Transformation" to Qiao Zhong in advance. I hope he can realize the extraordinary nature of this secret method."
"The secret technique I have is different from the Martial Saint's Hundred Transformations of Flesh and Blood. It might be better to call it Thousand Transformations of Flesh and Blood."
"No matter what, my secret method has finally found a successor... If I can help Qiao Zhong or other members of the Qiao family kill the Martial Saint in the future, that would be great."
Wu Qi was using his umbrella as a walking stick and walking away.
He disguised himself as a martial saint and forced his way into Qingyun Temple, but in fact he had no guarantee of survival.
Therefore, the work "Flesh and Blood" given to Qiao Mu in advance was actually almost like entrusting an orphan to someone else.
Before he died, it was his last wish to pass down the methods he had learned throughout his life.
In the martial arts world of the old days, many warriors actually had similar last wishes before they died, passing on their life's learning to future generations, which could be considered as leaving a name for themselves after their death.
But things in this world are hard to predict. Wu Qizhen did not die, but succeeded in escaping death.
Qiao Zhong is still alive for now, but he will probably die soon... This is beyond Wu Qizhen's expectations.
Zhongzhou, the imperial capital’s prison.
"Have you heard? This new prisoner is really something special." The jailers whispered:
"It is said that he witnessed the tragic death of the Martial Saint himself!"
"Not only did he witness the tragic death of the Martial Saint, he was not just a witness, he even smashed the statue of the Xuantian Sect's True Immortal..." Fang Yuan, a black-haired young jailer, interrupted:
"He even said that he wanted to be the new generation leader of martial arts after the Martial Saint and carry the weight of martial arts."
"Huh? Fang Yuan, how do you know so much about it? Not to mention that you were also at the scene at that time?" asked the other jailers.
"This is what the prisoner said himself. He always likes to talk about his own deeds." said Fang Yuan, the black-haired jailer.
He was the jailer responsible for delivering meals, and he was in charge of the cell where Qiumu was.
Over the past few days, he had heard a lot of shocking stories from the other party.
"Stop chatting, stop chatting. Lord Wei will be here soon. The emperor seems to attach great importance to this prisoner this time and has specially asked the Six Gates to transfer Lord Wei to interrogate him."
"Master Wei?" The black-haired young jailer Fang Yuan was excited when he heard it:
"Is it the Emperor's number one detective, Lord Wayne Wayne, the 'Black Winged Bat King'?"
"I heard that his interrogation skills and martial arts skills are both top-notch in the world."
"After the death of the Martial Saint, some people even claimed that his Qinggong was the best in the world, and that he could go anywhere in the world."
"Hey, no matter how good your Qinggong is, what can it do? Even the Martial Saint is dead. How can there be any hope for those who practice martial arts..." The other jailers showed little interest.
Chapter 115: Wayne, the world's best detective (3k
When I opened my eyes, I saw the familiar prison ceiling.
The window lattice divided the sunlight into four parts, which fell on the prison floor, and dust floated in the light.
Qiao Mu raised his head and looked out through the window, but could only see the blue sky as big as a bowl.
"Going to jail again..." Qiao Mu said to himself.
His shadow twisted in the sunlight, and a little cat came out from it. It leaned against the corner, yawned leisurely, and just lay there.
This little cat seemed to have become a little rounder after being seen for a few days. Its face became round and chubby, and its hair was stretched out, giving off an inexplicable luster, like a fox spirit that had just seduced ten young boys.
Maybe Qiao Mu had been in prison for too long, so even a fat cat seemed a little delicate after looking at it for a long time.
"You fat pig, you came out from the shadows and didn't move, just lying there, what a fat stay-at-home cat you are." Qiao Mu said unhappily.
This fat cat treated his shadow as its nest, coming in and out as it pleased. Moreover, as a martial artist who could only punch and kick, Qiao Mu had no means to drive away this tenant.
"Wu Chang, it's time to pay the rent. Give me your power."
Qiao Mu held the cat's paw and shook it back and forth, while the latter looked at him with disgust, then licked the paw that Qiao Mu had touched.
"... .It's so rude to be treated like a dirty thing."
The cat was quite shy at first and didn't dare to approach him, but now it has gradually become familiar with him and has become more and more unrestrained.
"Wuchang, go to the kitchen and steal some food. I've been feeling hungry these days." Qiaomu said in a low voice.
The prison he is in now is a top-level prison, which is very different from when he was in Heyang Prefecture City.
In the top-level prisons, those imprisoned are either extremely vicious like Qiao Mu, or high-ranking officials with prominent backgrounds.
Ordinary prisoners are not qualified to be locked up here.
Therefore, there are two types of kitchens in Tianlao. One is for cooking for vicious criminals like Qiao Mu who have no backing. The food is just ordinary porridge that will not starve people to death.
The other type is delicious fish and meat, which are only provided to wealthy officials and nobles.
Qiaomu patted the cat's butt and urged it to walk faster.
Since the beginning of Heyang Prefecture, every time he saw this calico cat, its appearance had changed slightly, as if it was growing and developing at a rapid speed, which was quite extraordinary.
I don’t know how much dead energy was taken out of Qiumu’s body.
Anyway, although this cat is a fat otaku, it has an unexpectedly strong ability to hide.
Hiding in his shadow, as he challenged the Martial Saint and broke into Qingyun Temple, no one noticed its existence along the way.
So Qiao Mu felt at ease letting this fat cat act in the Sky Prison.
At this time, a burst of laughter came from the cell next door.
"The wild cat you raised is quite smart. Where did it get into this prison?" The person in the next cell was an old man named Hai Wuya. He had gray hair on his temples and looked to be around seventy years old.
Although this man is old, he has broad shoulders and a big body, and his hands and feet are covered with thick calluses. He was probably a martial artist when he was young, and according to Qiao Mu's guess, he was probably an external martial artist who specialized in physical training.
But this person always holds a book in his hands and reads, and speaks in a polite manner, which is very different from his appearance.
"Where else could it have come from? It must have gotten in through the window. Don't be fooled by its fatness, it's just bloated. It can even get in through such a small window." Qiao Mu said casually.
He did not underestimate his cellmate named Hai Wuya.
When he was in Heyang City, his cellmate next door, Lao Qian, claimed that he was the descendant of the King of Thieves, but Qiao Mu didn't believe him at all.
But not everyone can enter this prison. If Hai Wuya claims to be the descendant of the Saint of Thieves and the Saint of Swords, Qiao Mu still has to seriously consider whether it is true or not.
Hai Wuya's cell was not very big, and half of the floor was filled with various books.
This is not an ordinary matter in the Heavenly Prison.
The fact that he could bring so many books into the Heavenly Prison showed that Hai Wuya did have a background, and he might be some high-ranking official.
What’s even more unusual is that...Qiao Mu also sensed the intuitive perception of Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue from him.
Qiao Mu thought to himself, "There are obviously many people in this imperial capital who have practiced the Martial Spiritual Rhinoceros Technique. I am a little annoyed by so many intuitions. No wonder the Martial Saint wants to practice the Mysterious Dark Breathing Technique."
Hai Wuya is a man of few words and is always immersed in the world of books.
After talking to Qiao Mu for a few words, there was no response. For a moment, the only sound in the cell was the rustling of pages turning.
Qiao Mu couldn't help but ask: "Lao Hai, what martial arts secret book are you looking at? Let me take a look, and we can exchange it?"
Hai Wuya is already quite old, and his blood and energy have obviously declined. Judging from his blood and energy, he is estimated to be at the eighth level in strength.
"Do you want to read it?" Hai Wuya said happily, holding the book in his hand up to the sunlight so that Qiao Mu could see the title clearly.
"The Qing Nang Medical Canon? Is this a medical book? I thought it was about the art of sex."
Qiao Mu's words made Hai Wuya frown immediately:
"I am a scholar who reads books of sages. How could you think that I was studying the art of sex in prison?"
Qiao Mu just smiled awkwardly.
Although the Martial Saint was dead, he still had some doubts in his heart. He was afraid that one day some acquaintance of his would suddenly turn into the Martial Saint and suck him dry.
And....what kind of intellectual are you
Even though he is over seventy years old, he is still broad-skinned and strong. Although his Qi and blood have declined, they are still at the eighth level. He must have been strong when he was in his prime. He has also practiced the "Martial Spirit Holy Rhinoceros Secret Art". God knows if he is another member of the Wu Ji Society
Hai Wuya said nothing more and continued reading.