If he hadn't mentioned this, Qiao Mu might have been severely tortured in the next moment.
Before leaving, Wayne suddenly remembered something:
"How is Hai Wuya doing recently?"
He is not a member of Wu Ji Hui, but Hai Wuya can be considered one.
Moreover, Hai Wuya himself was considered a rare individual in the Wu Ji Hui, where many heroes gathered. He was listed among the seventy-two sages and ranked sixtieth.
"I am still studying." The official in the prison replied:
"During the thirty years in the prison, he read books on medicine, meridians, herbs, acupuncture points, and other miscellaneous books. Although he also read martial arts secrets, he did not read them in depth. They were all some not-so-profound external martial arts techniques."
"He's quite an odd man." Wayne nodded:
"To be able to study in a place like Tianlao for thirty years is indeed an extraordinary person."
Hai Wuya is a strange man.
He was a well-known Confucian scholar in his early years, but he failed the imperial examinations for many years.
In a rage, he shaved his head and became a monk, and entered the Shaolin Temple, which had not yet been destroyed, and became a martial monk.
At that time, everyone thought that he had suffered a huge blow and was going to give up literature and take up military service.
Who would have known that this person had extraordinary aptitude in martial arts, and that he practiced the Shaolin Temple's fierce external martial arts. He made rapid progress, and in just ten years he had reached the fourth level of martial arts.
Later, the court recruited him as a military officer, and he gladly agreed.
People thought that when a martial arts star was rising, Hai Wuya actually gave up martial arts and turned to literature, becoming a civil servant. He said that he had no intention of competing on the battlefield, nor did he care about the bravery of a common man. He became an official only to help the world and the people and to show what he had learned.
It took him another ten years to transition from a military officer to a civil official, and he finally became the Minister of Rites at the age of fifty, a second-rank official of the dynasty, and his story became a legend.
Hai Wuya mentioned this past event later, and said that when he was young, he was advised by a noble man that practicing martial arts was a shortcut to becoming an official, so he became a monk.
The so-called shortcut to Zhongnan Mountain is that if you want to become an official, you don’t have to take the imperial examination, but can first go to Zhongnan Mountain to become a hermit.
Once you have beautifully packaged your reputation as a hermit, naturally an official from the imperial court will come to you and invite you to serve as an official in the court.
This is a shortcut for scholars to become officials.
The shortcut for a warrior in the Great Yan Dynasty to become an official was to practice martial arts hard.
As long as one's martial arts skills are strong enough and his background is spotless, at worst one can get a position as an official.
In fact, Hai Wuya's idea of practicing martial arts came about after he was enlightened by a noble person.
Hai Wuya's practice of martial arts was never a goal, but just a roundabout way to become an official.
"Hai Wuya's martial arts skills have declined to what level now?" Wayne asked.
In a place like Tianlao, people usually eat only thin porridge that can only fill their stomachs. The environment is dark and damp, and snakes, insects, rats and ants are not uncommon. It is not a high-end place.
If a warrior stays in such a place for a long time, it would be strange if his energy and blood do not decline.
What's more, Hai Wuya is already old and was an external martial artist in his early years.
This question stumped the prison official, and he quickly waved his hand and called over Fang Yuan, the young prison guard in charge of the area where Qiao Mu and others were.
"It's the eighth grade." Fang Yuan replied respectfully.
"Eighth grade? Why do I remember that his energy and blood have declined to the ninth grade?" Wayne was surprised.
Fang Yuan said respectfully:
"About half a year ago, he returned to the eighth level of martial arts."
"Can this price go back up?" Wayne was also amazed.
Aging, physical weakness, birth, aging, sickness and death are part of human nature.
It is normal for a warrior to experience a decline in energy and blood as he gets older, especially for an external martial artist like Hai Wuya.
External martial artists often make progress faster than internal martial artists, especially those who practice hard and horizontal kung fu. As long as they are ruthless enough and not afraid of pain, they can achieve success much faster by practicing skills such as Golden Bell Cover, Iron Cloth Shirt, and Iron Sand Palm than by practicing strength slowly.
But the pain accumulated in the early years often erupts in middle and old age.
Some external martial artists who do not practice properly have abundant energy and blood in their prime, but in their old age they are even weaker and more decadent than ordinary people.
For people like Hai Wuya, who practice martial arts only to become famous and become officials, they will naturally decline faster than ordinary martial artists.
What Wayne didn't expect was that Hai Wuya was over eighty years old, but his salary could still rise
Besides, this is the Heavenly Prison. How can you train to that level with just that little bit of porridge
Thinking of this, Wayne unconsciously pressed the secret book in his arms, and a strange idea arose in his mind.
But he knew that Hai Wuya was also a member of the Wu Ji Society.
The noble man who taught him to practice martial arts was the Martial Saint who had not yet been crowned a saint.
Chapter 117 Martial Arts Pioneer (4k
Inside the prison.
"Master Qiao, this is the honey-glazed roast chicken, a specialty of the capital. Take a look and see if it's cooked well enough... No, is it fragrant enough?"
The young jailer Fang Yuan handed a roast chicken to Qiao Mu, and his mouth was full of oil.
"Not bad, very powerful." Qiao Mu nodded happily.
He had not expected that he could enjoy such treatment in this prison, which almost made him suspect that there was another malicious person who wanted to save his life.
However, after careful consideration, Qiumu rejected this possibility.
As an assassin who killed the emperor and a warrior who smashed the statue of God, he offended both the Nine Immortal Sects and Emperor Yonghe.
Not to mention him, even if the Martial Saint was resurrected, it would be impossible for him to walk out of the Heavenly Prison alive.
No one can save Qiumu's life, this wave is definitely a safe one.
The person who invited him to eat roast chicken was probably none other than the little jailer in front of him.
"This guy is young, but he has a very good eye." Qiao Mu chuckled and said with a deliberate smile:
"Now that I've had enough, isn't it time to punish me? Or maybe you can pull out my toenails first?"
He said that on purpose.
Anyway, he has already mastered the Demon Disintegration Technique to an unparalleled level of proficiency. Even though his meridians are severed, he can perform the technique as long as he has a stream of blood. If the punishment is too severe, he will just commit suicide on the spot. What is there to be afraid of
"Uh..." Qiao Mu said with a smile, and Fang Yuan, who was used to torture and abuse, was at a loss for words. He could only smile awkwardly:
"Master Qiao, you are joking. You are a serious criminal named by the emperor. Without the approval of Lord Wayne, you are not allowed to execute me."
Qiao Mu glanced at the jailer Fang Yuan with a smile.
This kid is really cunning.
Ever since he was interrogated by Wayne yesterday, Qiumu noticed that there was a slight change in the jailers' attitude towards him.
He guessed that this might be Wayne's influence, so he deliberately asked to test it.
Although this boy named Fang Yuan is young, he is very smart.
He heard Qiumu's test and cooperated by telling him a little about Wayne.
"I'm full. Let's send the remaining half chicken to Lao Hai next door," said Qiao Mu.
When he eats chicken, it just leaves a bird in his mouth, which is enough to satisfy his appetite.
Hai Wuya next door looked a little weak. Qiao Mu didn't want to see the prisoner next door suddenly die like Lao Qian did, so he just mentioned it casually.
"Old Qiao, you are really thoughtful." Hai Wuya nodded and did not refuse.
After all, he is an old warrior with declining blood and qi, so it would be a good thing for him to have some roast chicken to nourish his body.
However, he remained silent, simply thanked her, and immersed himself in the world of books once again.
Qiao Mu didn't care. He just did it casually.
He then turned and looked at the jailer Fang Yuan.
"Tell me, what do you want from me? There is a patient at home, do you want to get some blood on your steamed buns?" Qiao Mu said nonchalantly.
"Master Qiao treats life and death as a matter of course. Fang Yuan admires you..." Fang Yuan flattered him and said deeply;
"But how did Mr. Qiao know that I have a sick little sister at home... but she has gone missing."
Are you starting to talk about your tragic life story
Qiao Mu was very familiar with this tactic of playing the victim, so he kept silent on purpose and did not ask any further questions.
Seeing that Qiao Mu was unmoved, Fang Yuan had no choice but to continue:
"In fact, since I was young, I have always wanted to be like Qiao Da Xia, traveling the world with a sword and becoming a wandering knight..."
"So you are attracted by my martial arts? But the era of martial artists has passed. What is the point of practicing martial arts? Even the martial arts saint is dead."
Qiao Mu decisively persuaded them to quit.
The idiots like the Martial Saint have all died under the thunder of the immortals, and their bodies are still warm. Isn't it going against the version to practice martial arts at this time
What? Why does Qiao Mu still practice martial arts? Because he is also a cheater.
Moreover, he only has one iron spiritual root, and cultivating immortality requires a long time, so for Qiao Mu it would be a waste of time and effort, so it would be better for him to practice martial arts.
"Master Qiao, are you talking about the strange man who practices magic?" Fang Yuan chuckled.
"I am not as ambitious as Master Qiao, who wants to compete with the immortal with martial arts. I just want to practice martial arts to strengthen my body so that I can kill my enemies in the future."
Fang Yuan sighed and said deeply;
"My Fangyuan family is quite wealthy, but after my parents passed away, we were forced to sell our ancestral home. My younger sister, who had a strange disease, didn't want to burden me, so she left home without saying goodbye."
"And I relied on the influence of my ancestors and managed to get into the prison as a jailer. It was a job that I could make a living from."
..
It was late at night and darkness enveloped the earth.
In the south of the imperial capital, there stands a famous scenic spot called Feiyan Tower.
The tower is like a surge, soaring into the sky. Feiyan Tower has nine floors. It is a square tower made of bricks and stones, towering into the clouds. Tourists often come and go during the day.
As night fell, a dark shadow flew through the night like a giant bird. With a few leaps, it easily avoided the sight of the patrolling night watchmen and climbed to the top of the Feiyan Tower.
Wayne, wearing a black nightgown, stood on the top of the tower, looking down at the imperial capital under the night sky with an expressionless face.
In the night, this huge city stands in the shadows like a silent beast on the plain.
His eyes were deep and he gazed far into the north of the city.
Forty years after the Alien War, Taoist temples of the nine major sects have spread to many major cities in Kyushu, and the imperial capital is naturally no exception.
To the north of the city is the headquarters of the Da Dao Sect, where there is also a very popular Taoist temple. Even at this late hour, the lights are still on.
"Why did you choose to meet here, Wayne?"
A figure appeared silently behind Wayne. It was a middle-aged man with a square face, a resolute and calm expression. He was the current leader of Wu Ji Hui, the "Little Martial Saint" Wu Qiankun.
Wayne did not answer Wu Qiankun's question, but just said to himself:
"The last wish of the Martial Saint cannot be fulfilled. Qiao Zhong's meridians are already broken, so no matter how good his martial arts are, he cannot practice them."
"Qiao Zhong's meridians are all severed?" Wu Qiankun was slightly startled, and then sighed:
"Well, this is his fate."
"I wanted to pass the technique to him to fulfill the last wish of the Martial Saint. After he practices the technique, he might have a slim chance to save himself... This is his fate, and there is nothing we can do."
On that day at Qingyun Temple, all the assassins from the Wu Ji Society were wiped out. Although Wu Qiankun had other channels to obtain intelligence, he did not know such details as Qiao Mu's meridians were completely severed.
Therefore, even though the Martial Saint had prepared extraordinary skills for him, it would be of no use to a disabled person whose meridians were completely broken.
But Wayne frowned slightly, a little surprised:
"You Wu Ji Society, are you not going to save Qiao Zhong? If so, why are you giving him the martial arts technique?"
"These are two different things." Wu Qiankun said seriously:
"Giving him the martial arts technique is just to fulfill the last wish of the Martial Saint: The Martial Saint once said that if Qiao Zhong could survive the assassination attempt on the emperor, he would give him the most advanced martial arts technique, that's all."
"Whether he can escape from prison on his own and survive depends on his ability."
When a martial saint acts, he is imitating God's natural law of survival of the fittest.