Fang Yuan blinked and stretched out a finger tentatively:
"10%? If we try to borrow some more, we can make up 20%. After all, the house is old and not very valuable. But it is my ancestral home after all, so it has a lot of meaning."
"One percent? This is a house in the imperial capital. Although it's an old house, you must have made a lot of money in the past few years." Qiao Mu said with a smile.
"Since there is 10%, then... maybe we can give it a try."
Qiao Mu walked out the door with a mysterious smile on his face without saying much to Fang Yuan.
"Mr. Lu Renjia, this is the house you rented."
A square-faced middle-aged man led Qiao Mu to the door of the Fang family's old house, inserted the key and gave Qiao Mu a brief introduction.
"Well, very good, I'm very satisfied." Qiao Mu smiled and watched him leave.
"I got into the Fang family's old house easily. Now it's my turn." Qiao Mu thought to himself.
After thirty years of hard training, Qiumu's flesh and blood have transformed into a small level of success.
Since childhood, the ability to change flesh and blood has no longer been limited to small tricks such as makeup and disguise, but has begun to involve the level of using "God" to control the changes of flesh and blood.
It was from here that Qiao Mu realized the difference in the "Flesh and Blood" that Wu Qi was giving him.
According to his previous understanding, the essence of "A Hundred Changes of Flesh and Blood" can only be practiced by the top three levels of spirit-refining warriors, because only after embarking on the path of spirit-refining can a warrior actively change the changes of his flesh and blood through a strong mental will.
But Wu Qizhen’s “Flesh and Blood” is different.
If we say that Qiao Mu got "Blood and Flesh" from Wu Ji Hui member Guo Yan, it is version 1.0.
Then the "Blood and Flesh Changes" in Wu Qizhen's hand is at least version 4.0, and it can perhaps be called "Blood and Flesh Changes".
Obviously more sophisticated, with more variety and deeper understanding.
The 4.0 version of "Blood and Flesh Changes" allows a martial artist like Qiao Mu, who has practiced the Holy Spirit of Wu Sheng for many years and whose intuition is sometimes effective and sometimes not, to barely control the degree of changes in his flesh and blood.
In other words.
Nowadays, Qiao Mu doesn’t need to use makeup to change his appearance.
Therefore, the situation like before when he was trapped in the Heavenly Prison and all the disguises were washed away and only his true face could be shown to the public was gone forever.
The current "Lu Renjia" is a person who is very different from the Qiao family.
This new vest is naturally useful.
"Start making trouble!"
Qiao Mu first searched the Fang family's old house, but did not find any secret room.
Because he was acting under a different appearance this time, he did not inform Fang Yuan, but acted on his own.
Qiao Mu then gave up the search and instead closed his eyes and sat quietly.
Soon, the sky darkened, night fell, and the surroundings became quiet.
Next, Qiumu started to do something.
He took a pen and paper and pointed and drew on it, falling into deep thought from time to time.
He was deducing a technique, which was the sixth level of the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra".
According to the rules, the time required to practice the sixth level doubles, which means it will take sixty years of hard training to achieve it. It will also bring about a huge increase in energy and blood, which is expected to allow Qiao Mu to make further progress.
There is no way forward. Hai Wuya's exploration of the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" stopped at the fifth level, and now it is Qiao Mu's turn.
Hai Wuya is a pioneer of humanity, Qiao Mu does not care about the people as much as he does, so as a successor of humanity, with Qiao Mu's current martial arts attainments, I think it is more than enough------
puff.
Qiao Mu spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body was filled with blood, the fine blood vessels in his neck burst, and blood flowed all over his neck.
"Small scene, small scene."
"Deducing the techniques is something that ordinary warriors cannot do."
"When practicing ordinary skills, there is always the risk of going astray or going astray, let alone the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" that opens up a new path?"
Even Hai Wuya, the founder of this technique, had to be extremely cautious and think twice before deducing the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra".
Because he only has one life, if he practices wrongly and dies in prison, he will be doomed.
But Qiao Mu is different.
He is reckless, wild and playful!
His deduction of martial arts was much more radical than Hai Wuya's. He directly used his own body as an experiment, completely disregarding the possible danger to his life.
Phew... .
A ball of blood shot out from Qiao Mu's eyes and directly hit the wall five or six meters away. His eyes went dark and his left eye was temporarily blind.
"It's a bit too aggressive. Am I too radical?"
Qiao Mu reflected for a moment and then continued.
Soon, his whole body was filled with strong energy, his blood was surging, and his face turned the color of liver...
His left hand felt numb, and tiny beads of blood were oozing out from the pores of his skin. Just when Qiao Mu thought that the aftereffects were not serious this time, there was a loud explosion, and the skin on his back was torn apart, with blood spurting out.
"This time, it's mainly because I'm too strong. The internal energy in my body is too strong, which is not a good thing."
Qiao Mu sighed.
He closed his eyes and practiced his skills. In this long night, he continued to practice the skills alone like a madman.
After a few hours, in the second half of the night, Qiumu's whole body was exhausted.
"It should be about the same..."
He stood up and looked at the hall he was in.
There was blood splattered everywhere, and torn flesh all over the ground. It looked like a murder scene... and the weirdest one at that.
A strong body that had already surpassed the limit of the fourth level was tormented by him and was riddled with holes. The qi and blood were depleted, and the meridians throughout the body were severely torn, as if a demon had disintegrated.
Qiao Mu walked to the door of the old house and took a look at the moonlight outside.
At this time, the wind was howling, the moonlight was blocked by clouds, and there was deathly silence all around.
The so-called dark moon night of murder has just the right artistic conception.
"It's settled."
Qiao Mu took a piece of white cloth and hung it at the main entrance of the old house, then moved a bench and leaned over...
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The second day.
The square-faced middle-aged man who led Qiao Mu to the Fang family's old house had just arrived at the Wan family's shop when he noticed that the atmosphere was not right and everyone was staring at his face.
"Brother Chen, you are finally here. Was it you who took Lu Renjia to the old house in the east of the city yesterday?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?" The square-faced middle-aged man was surprised.
"Then Lu Renjia hanged himself."
"What? He just rented the house yesterday, and he committed suicide today? Was he trying to bring bad luck to us? That's not possible."
"No, no, no, hanging is hanging, but he doesn't look like he committed suicide..."
"He hanged himself, how can it not be suicide?"
"Alas... It's hard to explain. Go and have a look for yourself. If nothing unexpected happens, the government detectives will be here soon."
The square-faced middle-aged man was numb and walked quickly towards the old Fang family house in his memory.
As soon as he arrived, he saw the figure hanging at the main entrance... .
He gasped on the spot.
He finally understood why this man, although hanged, did not commit suicide, because the injuries on his body... were simply horrific.
Self-inflicted? Those injuries don't look like they were caused by a sword... Very weird, very weird.
It was as if something came out from inside the body and burst out into a mass of flesh and blood.
After entering the hall, his face changed drastically and his steps became a little unsteady.
There was blood all over the ground, and even pieces of flesh in the blood
On the wall of the hall, someone dipped his finger in blood and wrote the word "ghost" in scribbled letters!
"Is this the words he left before he died? Is there a ghost in this house?" The square-faced middle-aged man's hair stood on end subconsciously.
In such a feudal ancient country as the Great Yan Dynasty, there were still cultivators. Naturally, all the ghostly matters were widely known and feared by people.
His face then changed drastically:
"It must be wiped off immediately. Once this kind of supernatural thing spreads, how can this house be rented out?"
But before he could give the order for anyone to take action, a group of detectives in black clothes had already arrived at the gate of the house.
Chapter 131 The Ten Weird Things in the Imperial Capital (4k
Imperial Capital Teahouse, Tianranju.
There was an elegant storyteller named Shunfenger, wearing a moon-white gown, telling a story to the tea drinkers below the stage:
"Today, I want to talk about a strange story that has recently appeared in the Imperial Capital... This is quite strange and is known as one of the Ten Weird Things in the Imperial Capital!"
"Let's talk about the old house in the east of the city. The original owner's surname was Fang..."
"The head of the Fang family suddenly woke up in the middle of the night one night, and saw a ghost in red looming at the gate of the house..."
“The Fang family patriarch didn’t take it seriously. Who knew that after that, with every passing night, the looming red ghost would get closer to him.”
"On the first day, she was still at the gate of the house. On the seventh day, she was already at the door of the bedroom. On the tenth day... she had already entered the bedroom and stood quietly behind the screen watching him. On the fifteenth day, she was already standing at the head of the bed!"
"Since then, the Fang family's patriarch and his wife have had nightmares and night sweats. They have sought out famous doctors in the imperial capital but to no avail."
"Until one day, he finally met an old famous doctor, who told him that he was not sick, but was frightened. He also said that there were unclean things in his ancestral home and asked him to move as soon as possible."
"The head of the Fang family is a man who "does not do bad things, so he is not afraid of ghosts knocking on his door". He thinks that he has been doing business for many years and his methods are relatively clean, so why should he be afraid of evil spirits? Little does he know that evil spirits are not human beings, so why would they need a reason to harm people?"
"Half a month later, the Fang family's patriarch and his wife both died suddenly, without any illness..."
"... ..After the Fang family's old house became a rental house, just half a month ago, another strange thing happened..."
"... At dawn the next day, the tenant Lu Renjia had hanged himself at the gate of the house. The hall was covered in blood, and the word 'ghost' was written on the wall!"
This Shunfenger has been a storyteller for many years and he can tell stories fluently and eloquently.
All the tea drinkers opened their eyes wide, and in broad daylight they could feel a chilly wind blowing, and cold sweats broke out on their backs.
A corner of the teahouse.
Storyteller Jiang Chen just sneered as he listened to the story.
The storytellers in Tingchao Tower are divided into two major factions: "real stories" and "strange stories".
This Shunfenger is a person who likes to spread strange news. Today, the news that the old house in the east of the city is haunted has spread like wildfire in the imperial capital. Of course, this matter cannot be hidden from Shunfenger's ears.
As a storyteller of the "strange news" faction, Shunfenger tells stories regardless of whether they are true or false, simply for the sake of making them "strange".
So after hearing about the haunted old house, he made some careful inquiries... and started to exaggerate.
Of course, according to Shunfenger, this is called "artistic processing."
What are the so-called "Ten Weird Things in the Imperial Capital"... These were all compiled by Shun Feng Er alone, and this is not the first time he has done this.
"Is this really possible?" Jiang Chen sighed in his heart:
"There are indeed immortal cultivators and monsters in this world."
"Although I have never seen a ghost with my own eyes, I have heard a lot of rumors about them... I just don't know whether they are true or not."
"If Shunfenger said that, I'm afraid these tea drinkers in the imperial capital will really believe it."
Jiang Chen was born a warrior, and later became a storyteller of the "real things" faction. He had always been a little resistant to this kind of thing, and this time he felt a little uncomfortable listening to Shunfenger's words.
I only heard the storyteller Shunfenger continue:
"That tenant named Lu is just the beginning."