As the best detective in the world, now that he is risking his own honor, dealing with these rats in the gutter should be a piece of cake, right
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An hour later.
Wayne's body was covered in blood, his face was as pale as paper, but his expression was extremely solemn. He was using all his strength to perform light skills, and his figure passed through the night like a light smoke.
"Qiao Shuanglin, my strength is limited this time, and I can't stop your reputation from spreading in the imperial capital... although this is indeed your wish." Wayne's lips were bloodless, and he was seriously injured.
If it weren't for his unrivaled martial arts skills, he would have lost his life at the hands of that mysterious man.
"He is the 'one who enters Taoism through martial arts' mentioned by Sword Ghost? From the Martial Arts Alliance?"
Wayne is not quite clear about what it means to enter the Tao through martial arts.
However, after a brief exchange with the mysterious man who claimed to have achieved enlightenment through martial arts, he was severely injured and nearly died on the spot.
"The body of that martial artist doesn't look like flesh and blood at all... Is this the so-called golden body of martial arts?" Thinking back to the mysterious martial artist just now, Wayne's face was extremely solemn.
"I can't die yet..."
He used his lightness skills and quickly disappeared into the night.
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The night was gradually deepening.
In a house on the outskirts of the city, Shunfenger, who was lying on the ground and listening to the movements on the ground, suddenly raised his head.
Wherever there are tide-riders, there is the Tingchao Tower.
"Tonight is surprisingly lively." It was already very late at night, but Shunfenger did not look sleepy at all. Instead, he was extremely energetic.
"Qiao Shuanglin has just arrived in the imperial capital, and he is going to stir up the situation in the imperial capital... Not only him, the death of the Martial Saint has also caused the dark tide in the night to surge..."
The name Shunfenger was not chosen at random.
As a transcendent and mysterious force in the martial arts world, Tingchao Tower was able to survive the hands of the Martial Saint, so naturally it had something to rely on.
Shunfenger is a gifted genius among the storytellers in Tingchao Tower.
He was born with extraordinary hearing, and after training he could see things very clearly, even listening to the opponent's strength from a distance. He could judge the opponent's martial arts skills from a distance just by listening with his ears, making him a truly extraordinary person.
"Qiao Shuanglin? Martial Arts Alliance?"
"Haha, after the death of this martial saint, the unchanging martial arts world has indeed experienced a lot of changes, but it is still hard to predict whether it will be good or bad."
Shunfenger had sharp eyes. After hearing the secret of tonight, it was impossible for him to keep silent.
Chapter 140 The Qiao Family Came to the Capital
In the east of the imperial capital, the old house of the Fang family.
After confirming that no one was following him, Qiao Mu used his lightness skills to jump over the wall and into the courtyard of the old house.
It was already the middle of the night, and the moonlight illuminated half of the wall. As the breeze blew, the leaves rustled, and the shadows of the two jujube trees swayed on the wall.
Fang Yuan did not fall asleep. He sat under the eaves, looking up at Qiao Mu flying in, feeling inexplicably excited.
"Senior Qiao is injured?"
He naturally knew that Qiao Mu had taken the Blood Moon Map out, but with his strength, if he got involved in this matter, not only would he be of no help, but he would also most likely die meaninglessly.
"It's just a minor injury." Qiao Mu said lightly.
He was indeed very calm.
Apart from fatal injuries or serious injuries that could cause disability such as severed meridians, all other injuries were minor and he had long been accustomed to them.
"Compared to this trivial matter, I have already partially avenged your parents." He said:
"Wan Ronghua's worshiper, Sword Ghost, is dead. He died in my hands."
Fang Yuan was shocked, and then looked at the injury on Qiao Mu's shoulder:
"Then Senior Qiao's injury was caused by the sword ghost..."
"Don't underestimate me. How can a mere sword ghost be able to hurt me?"
Qiumu did not explain further.
At this moment, a meow was suddenly heard, and a very fast black shadow jumped out from the shadow of the courtyard wall.
It was the demon cat Wuchang. At this moment, Wuchang was circling around Qiaomu's body, looking extremely anxious, and meowing in grievance.
"You bastard, you went out in the middle of the night to commit suicide? Without taking me with you?"
Qiao Mu naturally didn't understand what Maomao meant, he just imagined it purely.
He noticed that this cat didn't look like a pervert as before.
Perhaps this means that he did not encounter any real life danger during his trip tonight
The next moment, the cat pounced on his face like a facehugger, then hugged his shoulders with its paws and licked the wound on Qiaomu's shoulder with its tongue.
The tongues of cats have barbs, and the essence of this demon cat Wuchang is a demon. Not to mention barbs, it is not impossible for its tongue to grow a mace.
When it licked him like this, Qiumu only felt a sour and numb feeling.
After licking it, the pain in the shoulder was relieved, and even the bleeding stopped.
"There's actually such a use for it? Tongue massage?"
Qiao Mu was quite surprised.
The cat seemed to vaguely know that Qiumu was praising him. He proudly raised his round little head with an expression that said, "Keep praising me."
Qiao Mu reached out and gently scratched its chin, making the little kitten close its eyes comfortably, with its tongue almost sticking out.
"It really has barbs." Qiao Mu saw the cat closing its eyes, and suddenly made a lightning-fast move, pinching the cat's tongue and feeling the touch of the cat's tongue.
"Woo woo..." Wuchang struggled to break free with two whimpers, and slapped Qiaomu's hands twice like lightning. After breaking free, he hid in the shadow under the eaves, looking at Qiaomu from afar with a vigilant look on his face.
Fang Yuan didn't pay attention to Qiaomu's play with the cat. His attention was always on the wound on Qiaomu's shoulder.
"Senior Qiao, this seems to be more than just an ordinary skin injury." Fang Yuan said.
Although the wound on the shoulder had stopped bleeding, it still emitted a faint chill, and even tiny frost crystals could be vaguely seen.
"Wayne's claw skills carry a cold poison... Although the wound is not deep, it is indeed a bit troublesome." Qiao Mu thought to himself.
This injury is not serious.
Those cold poisons were not troublesome, so Qiumu didn't take them too seriously.
In fact, this is also a warning from Wayne.
He deliberately struck out with this claw, injuring Qiao Mu but leaving some strength left, as a warning to him.
According to Wayne's idea, this little bit of cold poison is not a big problem, and it will fade away on its own in about seven days. But it will eventually affect Qiao Mu's internal energy circulation, so before the cold poison is completely dispelled, Qiao Mu will be affected if he wants to fight with others.
In other words, his claw meant that Qiumu should not cause any trouble for a short period of time, or at least heal his wounds.
"Senior Qiao, I know a famous doctor in the imperial capital named Dong Xinglin."
Fang Yuan couldn't help but speak.
Qiao Mu avenged him, so he was naturally grateful, but he had no way to repay her. So when he saw Qiao Mu was injured, he expressed his willingness to take the initiative to introduce him to a famous doctor:
"That was because he had good intentions and was not afraid of offending the sword ghost. He told my parents that they were mentally injured by the witness technique... maybe he could heal the senior's injuries."
"Why do you need to treat such a minor injury?" Qiao Mu didn't care:
"Tomorrow, I will continue to sell paintings in the Antique Street."
"If it still doesn't get better tomorrow, we can go the day after tomorrow."
If he was really seriously injured, Qiao Mu would commit suicide on the spot, exchanging aging for a refreshed body. Why would he care about the injury
What he cared more about was when he, Qiao Shuanglin, would die this time.
The imperial capital is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, which means that if he acts so high-profile, his fame will soon spread...
Fang Yuan had no objection.
In other words, whether he had objections or not, it would not change Qiumu's decision.
He just took a deep look at Qiao Mu, and his figure was deeply reflected in his eyes.
When he was young, Fang's father said that he was only seven years old and living under someone else's roof, but he still did not forget the kindness of his biological father in raising him. So now, naturally, he would not accept Qiao Shuanglin's kindness to him with ease.
He treats others the way they treat him.
Fang's father treated him as his own son, and he regarded Fang's father as his real father.
Now he is weak and alone, only at the ninth rank, and can't help Qiao Mu in any way, but this does not prevent him from setting ambitions in his heart.
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The second day.
As soon as the sky brightened, Qiao Mu appeared in the antique street of the imperial capital again.
He was still hawking the blood moon painting as he did yesterday, boasting that the painting was worth ten thousand taels of silver.
But the street vendors around here have all been cleared out.
Anyone who is well-informed or has a little experience knows that this old man is no ordinary person.
He was selling valuable ancient paintings worth tens of thousands of taels of silver, which were enough to attract warriors of the fourth rank or above, in a busy market, and he showed up the next day safe and sound, and continued selling as if nothing had happened... Who wouldn't know that this old man was an experienced fisherman
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"Qiao Shuanglin?"
In the Hai Mansion, when Hai Wuya heard the news from the old butler, his heart, which was usually calm, began to ripple.
"After Qiao Zhong, is it true that the next Qiao family member will soon appear in the imperial capital? But he is even more high-profile than I thought."
Hai Wuya narrowed his eyes slightly and thought of Qiao Zhong in the sky prison again.
In the past, he was in prison and didn't know whether he could get out alive.
So, he actually treated the sixty-year-old Qiao Zhong as a disciple who would inherit his mantle.
Now that Qiao Zhong died earlier than him, and he heard that the Qiao family appeared in the imperial capital, how could he not have mixed emotions
Chapter 141 The Bearded Martial Saint (3 more
In the Hai family mansion.
The mansion is quite old, with peeling walls and worn furniture.
Hai Wuya stood in the empty courtyard, with only the old butler behind him.
He quietly looked at the old tree which was as old as he was, and his heart was filled with emotion.
Thirty years have passed in the Heavenly Prison, and the Hai family has lost its glory. His wife passed away many years ago, and his only two remaining sons are no longer in this imperial capital.
When he returned, in the huge mansion, only the old butler and servant from that time was waiting for him.
There were not many people in this mansion anymore. It seemed empty and had a heavy atmosphere, but Hai Wuya didn't care.
Because he doesn't have much time left.
"Ahem"
Hai Wuya coughed softly, his body slightly hunched.
He was nearly eighty years old, and had spent thirty years in the dark and damp environment of the Sky Prison, which naturally caused irreversible damage to his body.
Although warriors are physically strong, their lifespan is still within the range of ordinary people.
Although Hai Wuya practiced martial arts in his early years, he was born as a Shaolin outer monk. Over the years, some hidden injuries had accumulated in his body, which became chronic diseases when he got old.
He may not have much time left, and he knows that his life span is coming to an end.
Although he was out of the Heavenly Prison, his mood was not very bright when he saw the current imperial capital.
Thirty years have passed, and the Great Yan Dynasty has been declining, showing signs of its end, with natural disasters and man-made calamities rampant in various places.
Not only natural disasters, but even "man-made disasters" occurred frequently - especially after the death of the Martial Saint.
"Fifteen days ago, Zhongzhou Tan County was massacred by the demonic monks of the Blood Lotus Sect. One hundred thousand people died just to refine the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."