So he began to think seriously about Hai Wuya's problem.
Based on his rich experience in committing suicide, he keenly realized that this was a good opportunity to show off by brushing up the death rating.
If he were to talk in front of Hai Wuya about saving the world and the people, and conquering the immortals with martial arts, I think given Hai Wuya's hostile attitude towards aliens, his score would not be low this time.
But after listening to Hai Wuya's understanding of martial arts, this iron-fisted slave suddenly didn't want to answer like that.
"The purpose of practicing martial arts is to become stronger." This is what Qiao Mu really thinks, not some great and glorious truth:
"My goal is to make my fists bigger and stronger."
Hai Wuya remained silent, with no expression on his face.
He has been in the prison for thirty years, but he is not oblivious to what is happening outside.
He had heard about the death of the Martial Saint and the troubles caused by this cellmate.
Despite this, when he heard that Qiao Mu's original intention was so simple, there was no disappointment on his face.
Qiao Mu continued, "Only when your fists are big enough can you stand up and use your fists to redress injustice."
"If your fist is not strong enough and your ability is insufficient, if you rashly step forward, you may not only be killed, but you may also fail to save people and even bring disaster to your family."
"What I seek is nothing more than an understanding of thought and a sense of morality in the world."
People all say that the Qiao family is public-spirited and dares to be the first in the world, but Qiao Mu naturally knows that he is not a moral saint, and he has never thought about becoming a moral saint.
Qiao Mu was not afraid of the fatal disaster at all, and even wanted it very much.
But if he fails to save people and even brings harm to people around him, this is not what he wants.
When he first traveled through time, Qiao Mu acted rashly. Later, when he saw that things had gotten out of hand and might affect the people around him, he became more careful in his actions.
Of course, we still have to be reckless, but not as mindlessly as before.
"Follow your own heart and seek justice. It is indeed something that people yearn for." Hai Wuya nodded with approval.
"Hmm? Lao Hai, don't you want to say anything else? What I seek in martial arts is not as grand as your idea that martial arts is humanity." Qiao Mu was slightly surprised.
"Haha, that's just an idea." Hai Wuya said with a smile:
"There are no saints in this world. In my early years, I just wanted to be an official to bring honor to my family. It was only because I failed the imperial examinations many times that I ended up with what happened later."
"When I entered the Shaolin Temple to practice martial arts, I just saw it as a shortcut to becoming an official."
"Before I offended His Majesty because of the matter of the strange man and was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison, I was just an ordinary second-rank civil official who had only practiced a little martial arts. At that time, there were still ministers in the court who were more powerful and had better martial arts than me."
When he was in his prime, the Shaolin monk Hai Wuya did not hold the idea of "martial arts is humanity" from the beginning. This was an idea that he gradually formed after being imprisoned in the Tianlao.
"Confucianism advocates self-cultivation, family management, governance of the country and peace in the world, rather than setting something as big and empty as 'pacifying the world' as a goal from the beginning," said Hai Wuya.
Hai Wuya stood up and searched through the piles of books around him for a long time before he found a manuscript.
"There is one more question."
Hai Wuya held the manuscript in his hand, and the ray of sunlight pouring in from the prison window fell on his shoulders. His gray hair seemed to sparkle in the sunlight:
"My skills are not some peerless magical skills."
"In my imagination, this will be a martial arts technique that everyone can practice. Even people with dull aptitude can practice it as long as they have enough perseverance. The only difference is that the practice speed will be slower."
"This technique was created for the common people, not for the top martial artists with outstanding talents. It is not amazing, and it is not magical."
"The most important thing is that this technique is something I created myself, and it is not perfect. If you learn it, you may go astray and even become possessed and die! Even so, are you still willing to learn it?" Hai Wuya asked.
"Hahaha..." Qiao Mu's long laughter echoed in the prison:
"Why not? The only thing I want is death. I, Qiao Zhong, couldn't ask for more!"
Hai Wuya's expression grew slightly serious and he handed over the manuscript.
With a warrior's powerful eyesight, Qiao Mu could clearly see the title of the book on the first page of the manuscript.
The Book of Humanity
But what surprised him was that the three words "Humanity Sutra" actually had a horizontal stroke that had been crossed out.
Next to the "Humanity Sutra" is a smaller subtitle:
Mount Sumeru King Sutra
"Why does this technique have two names?" Qiao Mu asked.
"Initially, I named this technique "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra." Hai Wuya said calmly:
"But Mount Xumi is too small to carry my humanitarian ideals, so I changed the name to The Humane Scripture."
“But the name ‘The Book of Humanity’ is too big.”
"This technique is not yet perfect. It has not yet reached the level where martial arts is the way of humanity and everyone can practice it. One day in the future, if this "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" is deduced to a sufficiently perfect level, it will be renamed "The Sutra of Humanity" and it will be worthy of the name."
Hai Wuya was a young martial monk in his early years, so the name he chose sounds like a Buddhist scripture.
But he is essentially a Confucian scholar, so he said things like "Mount Sumeru is too small".
"Qiao Zhong, do you know that martial arts are not as good as immortal ways? In what specific ways are they not as good?" Hai Wuya asked.
Qiao Mu thought for a moment and replied:
"Besides the fact that the immortal path itself has explored further than the martial path, in my opinion, there are two reasons why martial artists are not as good as immortal practitioners."
"The decline of Qi and blood in old age, and the end of life span."
“When people reach old age, their energy and blood will decline and they will no longer be at their peak.”
"Some external martial artists who suffered many hidden injuries when they were young began to lose their vitality even after they turned thirty."
"At the same time, the life span of a warrior is not much longer than that of an ordinary person. Compared with the immortals, their accumulation is naturally insufficient."
At this point, Qiao Mu thought of the Heyang Qiao Chang Longevity Fist that he had always thought about:
"Speaking of which, the former patriarch of the Heyang Qiao family was said to be able to maintain his vitality and blood at the age of eighty."
"A hundred years ago, the master of the Heyang Qiao family could maintain his vitality for a hundred years."
"Eternal Life Fist?" Hai Wuya smiled when he heard the name:
"Come to think of it, your last name is Qiao too, right? Maybe you were all from the same family five hundred years ago."
"Do you know where the Changsheng Fist originated from? Why is this fist the only one that has the ability to keep one's energy and blood flowing in old age?"
"I have heard of the origin of the Changsheng Fist." Qiao Mu recalled what Qiao Canxue said:
"This Changsheng Fist is said to be a Taoist internal martial art, which was taught to the ancestors of the Qiao family in Heyang by a Taoist master. There is even a saying that it was taught by an immortal---"
Having said this, Qiumu stopped talking abruptly.
He had dealt with immortal cultivators before, so he knew what kind of people these so-called immortals were like.
"Old but still strong?" He thought back to the immortal cultivators he had dealt with.
The immortal path emphasizes the soul, and many of these immortal cultivators look young, such as Mingyue, a disciple of Xuantian Sect.
real.
Hai Wuya said calmly:
"In fact, among these nine immortal gates, there is one immortal gate, and its name is... Changsheng Gate."
The Changsheng Sect, the Changsheng Fist, age without decline... these are not unrelated things.
Hai Wuya said: "The nine major immortal sects have their own similarities and differences. The Dao Sect that dominates Zhongzhou has many cultivators like Dao Zhen before, who act according to their own will and only seek enlightenment."
"As for the immortal cultivators of Changsheng Sect... they developed an interest in warriors many years ago."
"Even the saying that 'the immortal path emphasizes the soul, while the martial path emphasizes the body, and there is no difference between the two paths, only the difference between the first and the last' was first proposed by the immortal cultivators of Changsheng Sect."
"Many years ago, the immortal cultivators of the Changsheng Sect began to study martial arts... and their achievement was actually the Changsheng Fist Scripture."
Qiao Mu was surprised at first, then suspicious.
"But as far as I know, the Heyang Qiao family has nothing to do with the immortal sect, and has no immortal sect background. It is a pure martial arts family, right?"
Qiao Canxue, who was blind at the time, didn't even know that the strange man was a cultivator.
"The Heyang Qiao family is indeed just a martial arts family and has nothing to do with immortality." Hai Wuya said:
"The immortal cultivators of Changsheng Sect tried to delve into martial arts and came up with the Changsheng Fist Sutra. However, this path was not completely successful, so Changsheng Sect eventually gave up."
"Otherwise, the "Eternal Life Fist Sutra" would not be something that never fades with age, but an astonishing and unique skill for the dual cultivation of Taoism and martial arts!"
In the old martial arts world, Changsheng Fist was naturally a superior martial art.
But if we say that it is the best and can be compared with the new method of the Martial Saint, it still lacks some confidence.
Qiao Mu was silent for a moment.
Is the Longevity Fist a path that has no way out? And it was abandoned by immortal cultivators with long life spans
From what Hai Wuya said, perhaps the Changsheng Fist also has its shortcomings, otherwise why would it be abandoned by the immortal cultivators of the Changsheng Sect
"Don't think about the Longevity Fist anymore, come and practice my "The Sutra of Humanity." Hai Wuya concluded.
"From what you said, Lao Hai, can your "The Book of Humanity" also allow warriors to remain strong even when they are old?" Qiao Mu's eyes lit up.
He recalled that Hai Wuya was a man in the Heavenly Prison who had regained the seventh rank at the age of seventy or eighty.
The Qiao family's longevity fist is not good enough!
The top-notch martial arts created by the Martial Saint is not good enough!
Because Hai Wuya has a better "The Book of Humanity"
He was about to flip through the manuscript in his hand with anticipation, but then he heard Hai Wuya's words;
"Growing without decline? Of course that's impossible." Hai Wuya said calmly:
"Birth, aging, sickness and death, old age and weakness are the norm in the world. This is normal. And why should we solve it?"
"I heard that you, Qiao Zhong, have already met the Martial Saint, right?"
"The Martial Saint is already eighty-five years old this year. Do you see his energy and blood declining?"
"Besides, ordinary warriors in this world will experience a decline in vitality after they are thirty or forty years old."
"So, between an eighty-five-year-old martial saint and a thirty-year-old ordinary martial artist, who has more abundant Qi and blood?"
"Of course the two cannot be compared." Qiao Mu spread his hands.
"That's right." Hai Wuya said:
"It is normal to become weak and feeble with age, but as long as the Qi and blood can continue to grow and break through, what does it matter if you age?"
Chapter 121 Then Behead Me
Hai Wuya's "The Book of Humanity" has two characteristics that are different from ancient and modern martial arts.
First, the requirements for martial arts qualifications are very low. As long as you have enough perseverance, you can eventually improve slowly through daily accumulation.
Secondly, this Kung Fu can hopefully enable a warrior to maintain a high level of Qi and blood even in his later years.
Aging is an irresistible force, so as long as the qi and blood continue to rise, what does it matter if you get old
Hai Wuya said: "I was a monk in Shaolin Temple in my early years, and I also practiced external martial arts. Now this "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" can also be considered an external martial art... No, this is a Qi and blood martial arts technique."
The four ways of a warrior are strength, power and skill.
However, Hai Wuya believes that the so-called "strength" refers to the warrior's body, energy and blood, which is the foundation.
"When a warrior reaches the limit of his strength training and his qi and blood become strong, internal strength will naturally arise. Internal strength is born from strong qi and blood."
“When a person reaches old age and their body ages, the first thing to decline is their qi and blood.”
"Once the Qi and blood are weakened, even if the internal strength is still there, it will be difficult to maintain the level... let alone continue to improve."
"So my "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" is a method to cultivate qi and blood."
"As the saying goes, when earth accumulates to form a mountain, wind and rain arise; when water accumulates to form an abyss, dragons are born."
"The name of the Xumi Mountain King Sutra implies that over time, soil accumulates to form a mountain. At the beginning, the blood and qi of the human body, which are as small as sand and gravel, gradually accumulate to form Mount Xumi."
Is this to train the human body to become the so-called Mount Sumeru? The Qi and blood are as vast and boundless as Mount Sumeru
Qiao Mu was shocked.
"The biggest flaw of this technique right now is that it takes so much time." At this point, Hai Wuya sighed: