Qiao Mu thought about it and taunted with his skill:
"Do you dare to come over here and fight me, your grandfather? I bet you dare not enter my cell."
These life-threatening words stunned Fang Yuan, who was standing silently beside him. However, the young Taoist Dao Zhen did not get angry but was delighted when he heard them, with a strange look on his face.
"You, Qiao Zhong, are worthy of your reputation. You are bold but careful... But these provocative words are too obvious. Are you worried that I will harm Hai Wuya?"
"Oh, don't worry. Mortals are like mayflies in the universe. How can I bear to destroy such fragile yet tenacious creatures with my own hands?"
While Daozhen was speaking, the old man Hai Wuya, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly shook his body and his breath changed slightly.
Qiao Mu was stunned, his eyes fixed on Hai Wuya's old body... This old man with declining blood and energy was right in front of him. He had just returned to the seventh rank from the eighth rank
Chapter 119: Martial Arts is Humanity
"Is this the seventh rank?" Qiao Mu was quite surprised.
It is normal for people to have a decline in their energy and blood when they get old, and it is extremely rare for them to have a second spring. But in an environment like Tianlao, he could still make a breakthrough, which really broke his understanding of martial arts.
Daozhen didn't notice Hai Wuya's abnormality at first. It was only after seeing Qiao Mu's expression that he turned his head to look at Hai Wuya, and then his brows unconsciously frowned slightly.
"Hai Wuya, have you been practicing martial arts during the past thirty years in the Heavenly Prison?"
He had come here with great excitement because he had heard that Hai Wuya was unique, but now he suddenly felt a lack of interest.
"What's the point of practicing martial arts? Even the martial arts saint you mentioned is dead." Daozhen asked doubtfully:
"If martial arts are backward, what's the point of continuing to cling to the past?"
"If you are seeking power, why don't you join the immortal sect and practice cultivation?"
It is an indisputable fact that the immortal path is powerful.
It was so forty years ago, and it is still so forty years later.
He didn't understand. Since there was already a way to immortality ahead, why not practice it
"The martial arts path and the immortal path are just two completely different paths. How can there be a difference in superiority or inferiority?" Hai Wuya, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke:
"Of course, in the past, martial artists only knew how to practice martial arts moves, how to punch, how to make their fists bigger and harder, and how to generate more powerful force, but they did not know the principle of studying things to gain knowledge."
"Of the two paths, the martial arts path and the immortal path, the immortal path is indeed the one that goes further."
"If one only pursues personal power, it is indeed more appropriate to pursue the immortal path."
To Qiao Mu's surprise, he actually agreed with Dao Zhen's words.
"Then why don't you practice Taoism? Don't you have the talent to become an immortal? Don't you have spiritual roots?" Daozhen asked again when he saw that Hai Wuya was finally willing to pay attention to him.
Hai Wuya did not respond to this question directly, but sighed:
"During the forty years of the Alien War, there have indeed been many people in the court who have been thinking of learning magic from the Aliens and joining various immortal sects to pursue the path of immortality."
"Forty years have passed, and many of them have become aliens."
Strangers are not of different races; their difference lies in their hearts.
They have flexible standards for what it means to be human.
On the surface, aliens are also human beings, they are derived from the human race.
But the so-called difference between immortals and mortals does not just refer to the difference in power between immortals and mortals.
Only those cultivators like them are considered human beings in their eyes.
The rest of the mortals are symbols of backwardness and ignorance, and can only be treated as objects for offering incense and praying, and for plundering of resources.
"Your name is 'Daozhen', right? If we add up the number of true immortal cultivators from your nine major sects, compared to the number of warriors in Zhongzhou, which one is greater?" Hai Wuya suddenly asked.
Normally, when ordinary people address immortal cultivators, they usually respectfully address them as "Master Immortal" or "Shangxian".
Hai Wuya obviously did not have such respect for Daozhen, and Daozhen did not seem to care.
"Of course the number of cultivators from the nine major sects is far less than that." Dao Zhen said proudly:
"Cultivating immortals requires spiritual roots, so naturally one in a hundred is the best."
"Cultivating immortals requires spiritual roots, so there are very few immortal cultivators. The number is much smaller than that of warriors. It's just that they have accumulated over a long period of time, so they seem to be numerous." Hai Wuya said:
"But martial arts is different."
"Martial arts emphasize perseverance and character. As long as one has enough perseverance and character, everyone can practice martial arts, so martial arts is the way of humanity."
"What I pursue is not personal force." Hai Wuya said this, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.
He practiced martial arts in his early years and entered the Shaolin Temple as a monk. He suffered a lot from the boss and after ten years of hard work he finally reached the fourth rank.
But in his heart, he is still a scholar, not a monk.
"What scholars like me want most is to cultivate ourselves, manage our families, govern our country and bring peace to the world, rather than to master martial arts and be brave and aggressive."
Hai Wuya said calmly:
"I practiced martial arts in my early years just to become an official, hoping to put my knowledge to use and help the world and the people."
"Now, studying martial arts is also for the purpose of self-cultivation, family harmony, governance of the country and peace in the world."
“Martial arts is humanity. If everyone practices martial arts, martial arts will flourish, and humanity will flourish.”
Qiao Mu listened quietly, with many thoughts emerging in his mind.
Hai Wuya also practiced the Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue, so Qiao Mu judged that he was most likely a member of the Wu Ji Hui.
Just listening to his philosophy, his martial arts are very different from that of the Martial Saint.
The martial art of the Martial Saint is that everyone is for me, and "I", as the strongest in martial arts, compete with the immortals.
Hai Wuya's martial arts is that everyone practices martial arts, and martial arts is humanity.
Daozhen seemed to be thinking deeply after listening to this, and he began to have a slightly new respect for Hai Wuya.
"Mortals have a limited lifespan, and you are already old. This is not a feat that a mortal like you can accomplish."
"It is precisely because of your weakness and fragility that you are so rare."
What Daozhen likes most is to observe those individuals among these mortals who have exceptionally strong and resilient minds.
And Hai Wuya was obviously one of them, which made him feel that the trip was worthwhile.
At this moment, a dark shadow walked quickly towards the entrance of the prison.
It was the great detective Wayne.
He heard that Daozhen, a disciple of Qingyi Taoist of the Da Dao Sect, had arrived at the Heavenly Prison, so he hurried over, fearing that something might happen.
Who would have known that as soon as he arrived, he saw this immortal cultivator named Dao Zhen, seemingly having a very pleasant conversation with Hai Wuya
"Master Daozhen." Wayne nodded, and then looked at Hai Wuya:
"Hai Wuya, get up and follow me to the interrogation room. I want to interrogate you."
Hai Wuya glanced at Wayne, stood up, and left the cell under the escort of the jailer.
But as soon as he left, Daozhen stood up and followed him.
"Master Daozhen, you are here to see the prisoner Qiao Zhong, right? Hai Wuya has nothing to do with this case, it's another matter. It's inappropriate for you to follow him like this, right?" Wayne said with a cold face.
Daozhen just spread his hands innocently and stopped.
"Everyone of you thinks that I want to harm this prisoner? And I want to take Hai Wuya away this time?"
"Okay, whatever you want."
Daozhen didn't argue and just sat down casually in Hai Wuya's cell, flipping through his books.
..
In the interrogation room.
"Hai Wuya, I know you are from the Wuji Association. I am entrusted by someone to do this, so I will make it short."
Wayne didn't say much, went straight to the point, and said in a deep voice:
"The people from the Wu Ji Society said that you have a top-notch technique that is suitable for a useless person with broken meridians to practice. They want you to pass on everything you have learned throughout your life to the prisoner in the next cell, Qiao Zhong."
"Qiao Zhong? Didn't he offend a death row prisoner from the Immortal Sect?" Hai Wuya asked doubtfully:
"He is in danger of death just like me. He could be executed at any time. So what's the point of learning my Kung Fu?"
"Hai Wuya, what you said is..." Wayne said:
"During the past thirty years in the prison, you have also been living in danger from day to day. Have you wasted these thirty years?"
After being exposed by Wayne, Hai Wuya was stunned at first, and then his eyes suddenly lit up.
Only then did he realize that Qiao Zhong was in a similar situation as him.
Then maybe... in the later years of his life, he can really find a successor in martial arts.
Even Qiao Zhong, who was as old as him, was in danger of death.
Chapter 120: The Humane Scripture (4k
After the initial joy, Hai Wuya realized another problem and frowned.
"Maybe not appropriate." Hai Wuya said:
"I studied hard in the Heavenly Prison for thirty years, and the martial arts I created are actually somewhat different from the ancient martial arts and the modern martial arts of the martial saints."
"This path is not perfect. I am the only practitioner at the moment, so there may still be many deficiencies. If someone else were to practice it, it might not be suitable."
"If you go astray while practicing martial arts, it can be fatal."
"Although Qiao Zhong is a death row inmate whose life is in danger, this uncompleted technique should not be promoted for the time being."
Hai Wuya's martial arts is humanity, and this proposition is too big for him.
Human power is limited. Even after studying in Tianlao for thirty years, the martial arts he discovered is still just a beginning.
"Mr. Hai is a kind man. He is busy taking care of himself, yet he still has the energy to care about other people's lives." Wayne's lips curled up slightly, and his usually cold expression relaxed a little at this moment.
Hai Wuya is already old, and it seems that his exploration of martial arts has yielded some results.
For him, the most urgent thing was probably to preach, but he couldn't help it at this time.
"However, Mr. Hai, there is no need to rush to make a decision. You can ask Qiao Zhong in person whether he is willing to risk going insane or even dying suddenly to practice your martial arts."
"Whether to spread the teachings or not is up to the Wuji Association, but in the end it all depends on your opinion."
"Whether to practice or not, it all depends on Qiao Zhong's own mind."
Hai Wuya seemed to be lost in thought.
... ..
When Wayne brought Hai Wuya back from the interrogation room, they found that Daozhen from the Da Dao Sect was no longer there.
He seemed to know that he was not welcome in this prison, so he stood up and left first... Of course, this was only temporary.
His duty is to look after Qiao Mu. Although the prison is a restricted place and Qiao Mu cannot leave, he still needs to pretend to leave.
Wayne dismissed his attendants, found an excuse to get rid of the prison guards around him, and then left.
In this corner of the prison, Qiao Mu and Hai Wuya were the only two people left.
There was complete silence all around, and for a moment the only sound that could be heard was the rustling of mice in the corner.
Hai Wuya first tidied up the messy cell, sorted out the books on the floor, and cleared out a small space.
This small open space is where his "desk" is. A ray of sunlight casts through the window, falling on his shoulders, and dust floats in the light.
He turned his head to look at Qiao Mu and suddenly asked:
"Qiao Zhong, someone asked me to pass on my life's learning to you... But before that, I have one more thing I want to ask you."
"You are already over sixty years old, not young anymore, and you have already reached the fourth level of martial arts training. You have practiced martial arts for many years, so I think you have your own martial arts philosophy..."
"Let me ask you, why do you practice martial arts?"
Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes.
Judging from Hai Wuya's intuitive perception of the Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue and this sentence, he should be the person sent by the Wu Ji Society to teach him the top-notch skills.
So, it was no coincidence that he was placed in the cell next to Hai Wuya's when he was imprisoned in the Sky Prison.