In the darkness of night, near a mass grave.
Qiao Mu looked at the man and the cat that appeared in front of him.
Square circle
Has he been waiting around here
I guess it was thanks to that fat cat that he found me.
This thought flashed through Qiao Mu's mind.
Before being taken away by the jailer, he had entrusted Wu Chang to Hai Wu Ya, thinking that Hai Wu Ya had already been imprisoned for thirty years and would probably be imprisoned for even longer, and it was unlikely that he would be suddenly executed like him.
But now, Wuchang appeared next to the jailer Fang Yuan, so it seemed that there was another change.
The calico cat at the jailer Fang Yuan's feet meowed, raised its big round face and sniffed carefully, then walked closer and closer with some doubt, and finally lay down at Qiao Mu's feet, its eyes becoming blurred again.
Although the cat was sniffing with its nose, Qiumu knew that it did not find him by its nose.
But rely on dead air.
Qiao Mu died and came back to life again and again, and became the perfect food for this fat cat.
Qiao Mu lowered his eyelids. He noticed that with every breath the fat cat took, its fur stretched out. The fur even emitted a faint glow in the moonlight, which looked quite extraordinary.
The Wuchang at this time was very different from the Wuchang that Qiao Mu first met in the Heyang Prefecture Prison.
The absorption of death energy is a great tonic for Wuchang. Its body as a demon cat is undergoing a transformation that Qiaomu cannot understand.
Qiao Mu looked up at Fang Yuan.
"Yes, my name is Qiao Shuanglin, and I'm the elder of the Qiao family." He weighed the package in his hand.
"I am Fang Yuan, a junior, and I am a jailer in the Heavenly Prison. During this period of time, Senior Qiao Zhong has been teaching me martial arts in prison. These two hundred taels of silver are also the wealth I want to give to the Qiao family according to the agreement with Senior Qiao Zhong."
Qiao Mu nodded.
This guy didn't lie or exaggerate, he was quite honest.
However, the two hundred taels was double what was agreed upon before, which surprised him a little.
"Senior Qiao Shuanglin, I am waiting here because I have something important to give you..."
Fang Yuan walked over and handed over a handwritten secret book.
Qiao Mu took a quick glance and realized that this was actually Hai Wuya’s "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra"
When Hai Wuya taught martial arts in the past, this young jailer was listening in, but he never expected that he would actually hand-copy and compile a written secret manual of martial arts.
"What do you mean? Qiao Zhong taught you martial arts, and you used these two hundred taels of silver in return. The deal between you and my Qiao family has already been settled. Why are you giving me this martial arts method now?"
Fang Yuan gave a brief explanation, mainly praising the extraordinary nature of this martial art and Hai Wuya's extraordinary nature.
"It was too late for Senior Qiao Zhong to learn this technique, and he was beheaded not long ago. It was really a pity, so I thought, if I could pass this technique to the Qiao family, it would also make up for Senior Qiao Zhong's regret, right?" Fang Yuan smiled and said:
"Of course, this matter has also been approved by Mr. Hai Wuya, the founder of the technique. Otherwise, I would not dare to act on my own."
Qiao Mu quickly browsed through the handwritten copy of "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" in his hand.
He doesn't need Fang Yuan to teach him this technique. After all, Qiao Mu is now the person who has achieved the highest level in this technique, the only one who has reached the fifth level.
With his mastery of the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra", he quickly read through it and confirmed one fact:
This copy of "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" has not been tampered with, with no changes to key words or deliberate omission of the second half. It is completely the original handwritten copy taught by Hai Wuya.
Qiao Mu was a little surprised. This jailer Fang Yuan was really easy to get along with. He was good at handling things and smooth, and he didn't deliberately cheat anyone with the martial arts.
I heard him claim before that he came from a merchant family in the imperial capital and had considerable wealth. Now it seems that this might be true.
"I understand." Qiao Mu accepted the skills. According to common sense, he had no reason to refuse this legacy from Qiao Zhong.
At this time, the young jailer Fang Yuan bowed sincerely and said:
"I don't ask to be your disciple, I just want you to teach me a few moves so that I can practice martial arts and strengthen my body, so that I can kill my enemies one day in the future."
An extra one hundred taels of silver and an extra copy of "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" in exchange for the qualification to teach him martial arts
I have to say that Fang Yuan is young, but he is very smart, and the conditions he offers are indeed generous... Of course, Qiao Zhong is Qiao Shuanglin, so this miraculous "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" is actually not attractive to Qiao Mu.
But after spending many days together in the prison, the young man also sent him roast chicken many times, so Qiao Mu still gave him this favor.
Qiao Mu moved closer to Fang Yuan, placed one hand on his chest, closed his eyes and practiced internal energy quietly. A stream of internal energy went directly into Fang Yuan's body to investigate. After a long time, he opened his eyes, quite surprised.
Fang Yuan's progress in practicing the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" is quite fast.
This jailer Fang Yuan was already a ninth-grade internal force warrior before Qiao Mu taught him martial arts, but now his progress is faster than he expected.
It has been more than a month since I started listening to Hai Wuya's preaching in the Heavenly Prison. Now I have reached the level of enlightenment. My body is full of energy and blood, which is much stronger than that of an ordinary ninth-grade cultivator.
"He has good talent, but more importantly... he practices diligently." Qiao Mu smiled.
The Mount Xumi King Sutra is very magical. It can open up a new path and allow one to remain young and healthy, while at the same time it requires very low martial arts qualifications.
Relatively speaking, his requirements for the warrior's perseverance are relatively high, and the time required to practice martial arts is longer.
To master this technique, one needs years of hard practice. To reach the fifth level at Qiao Mu's level, one needs to practice for thirty years without interruption, which is more demanding than ordinary martial arts techniques.
Of course, as a cheater, Qiao Mu has practiced martial arts for thirty years. In addition to the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra", he has also practiced more than ten kinds of martial arts.
"I am talented and hardworking, but how can an ordinary person like me survive?" Qiao Mu was a little angry, but suddenly he remembered something and felt relieved.
If you think about it carefully, Fang Yuan can reach the first level in one month, then Qiao Mu can also jump directly to the fifth level in the same month.
... .
In the east of the imperial capital, inside an old house with peeling walls.
Hai Wuya paced in the yard with his hands behind his back, gently stroking an old tree planted in the courtyard. His palm gently stroked the rough bark, and he felt emotional.
After being in prison twice for a total of thirty years, the house has become old, and even the tree in the courtyard has grown old.
"Time is a pity. It is the most ruthless thing."
The sea is boundless and silent.
He was the pillar of the Hai family, but since he went from a second-rank official to a death row prisoner in the prison, a full thirty years have passed, and the Hai family has fallen into decline.
"I am almost eighty years old. How many more years will it take to deduce the complete Humane Scripture that meets my expectations... before everyone can practice martial arts and use humaneness to defeat immortality?"
This will undoubtedly take quite a long time.
It could be hundreds of years, or thousands of years.
This is a process that cannot be accomplished overnight, and Hai Wuya is also a seed in the eyes of the Martial Saint. It is not beneficial in the present, but may grow into a towering tree after thousands of years.
If you fall behind, you will be beaten. Talented and ambitious people and geniuses can only accelerate this process, but it is impossible to skip the long years of accumulation in one fell swoop.
"The martial arts of the martial saint are close to the devil's way. He is too paranoid. He is no longer the first-rank military officer who taught me martial arts..."
Thinking of the dead Martial Saint, Hai Wuya sighed in his heart.
"But putting aside their character, the martial arts of the Wu Ji Association have indeed surpassed ancient martial arts..."
In Hai Wuya's view, a Martial Saint is a genius who can accelerate the progress of martial arts, and he, Hai Wuya, is also one, but there is a difference between their martial arts.
Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of someone.
"Qiao Zhong..."
"Qiao Zhong is dead, but he is not alone. There are other members of the Qiao family behind him. They are not alone."
After thirty years in Tianlao, almost all the civil and military officials who dared to die during the previous emperor's time were killed, and only a very few such as Hai Wuya survived.
In his later years, he was very pleased to see a fellow martial artist like Qiao Zhong who was willing to inherit his martial arts and was not afraid of life and death.
"I don't think I will see the day when humanity flourishes in my lifetime."
"As long as there are ten or a hundred more Qiao Zhongs in this world and the torch continues to be passed down, there will eventually be a day when wildfires will spread all over the prairie after thousands of years."
Hai Wuya thought so in his heart.
"Master... I have heard about the Qiao family you were looking for."
An old butler with gray hair on his temples walked in quickly, holding a document in his hand.
"The person appointed by His Majesty himself to interrogate Qiao Zhong was Wayne, the world's number one detective. I found this out by asking Lord Wei's family."
Hai Wuya took it and looked at it, and was immediately amazed.
It was mentioned above that the Qiao family was actually a secluded martial arts family living on an isolated island overseas, and their ancestors were martial arts masters.
That overseas island is called Taoyuan Island, also known as Taoyuan Township. The Qiao family has lived on Taoyuan Island ever since.
The Qiao family takes it as their mission to help the weak and fight for justice, and they have strict family precepts and strict self-discipline.
Generation after generation, the Qiao family has been practicing the martial arts passed down by their ancestors, and they continue to practice hard to this day.
Therefore, every generation of this reclusive Qiao family has inherited the ancient chivalrous spirit and is determined to become the "Taoyuan Hero".
So the Qiao family called this Taoyuan Island...
"Knight's Island".
"What a great hero from Taoyuan..." Hai Wuya was silent after reading it.
"The Qiao family is blood-related and very protective of their own people. After several members of the Qiao family died in Nanzhou, relatives of the Qiao family soon showed up and wanted to avenge their children and nephews."
"Now that Qiao Zhong has died in the imperial capital, maybe the next Qiao family member will soon appear, right?"
Hai Wuya was thinking in his heart.
The "Humanity Sutra" is not something that he can deduce by himself. If he cherishes it by himself, he will only become as stagnant as the martial arts world of old.
Qiao Zhong is dead. If other members of the Qiao family are as upright as the rumors say, then it is not a bad idea for him to pass on the "Book of Humanity" to other members of the Qiao family.
"Go and find out if there are any new members of the Qiao family appearing in the imperial capital recently..." Hai Wuya instructed the butler.
Chapter 130 Blood Sun and Blood Moon (7k
At first, when Qiao Mu discovered that the jailer Fang Yuan seemed to be a martial arts genius with good talent and hard work, his mental exhaustion suddenly increased.
Then he realized... Actually, he was also a cheater.
Your talent is outstanding martial arts aptitude and extraordinary diligence, and my talent is immortality plus accelerated training. We are both talented people, and it is very fair.
Thinking of this, his mental fatigue was immediately resolved.
Not to mention the jailer Fang Yuan in front of him.
Take the Martial Saint for example. He is a genius with extraordinary talent. And I, Qiao Mu, am also another kind of genius with extraordinary talent.
Everyone has a bright future.
"You've reached the first level in such a short time. You're great." Qiao Mu acted like an elder and patted him on the shoulder.
"There is no shortcut to martial arts training. Only hard work will not let you down."
"Diligence can make up for lack of talent. It takes two years to reach the first level in one month. It means that one is not only talented but also diligent..." Qiao Mu thought of Hai Wuya.
Hai Wuya's "The Book of Humanity" requires such martial arts seeds.
Teaching him martial arts is also a good thing.
Fang Yuan was a little flattered.
After all, as far as he knew, Qiao Shuanglin was the elder of Qiao Zhong's family. According to what Qiao Zhong usually boasted in prison, Qiao Shuanglin was a much stronger elder of the Qiao family than him.
In his eyes, this scene was like meeting an old martial arts master for the first time, smiling and encouraging him. How could he not be flattered
"Then let me ask you again, why do you practice martial arts?" Qiao Mu asked.
Fang Yuan thought for a moment and said, "I want to practice martial arts to strengthen my body, redeem my ancestral home, kill my enemies, and find my little sister who ran away from home without telling me... These are all things that I, as a jailer of the Heavenly Prison, cannot do."
Qiao Mu nodded and asked again:
"Tell me in detail, is your enemy strong?"
The stronger the enemy, the happier Qiao Mu is.
If he could be dragged into it and die as a result, Qiumu would be so happy.
Although he had died only once during the day, Qiumu's desire for death was like a student's desire for vacation, which could never be satisfied.
Everyone has to die, some people’s death is heavier than Mount Tai, some people’s death is lighter than a feather.
One high-quality death is better than dozens of low-quality deaths.