"Dao Zhen, a disciple of the Da Dao Sect, went to Tan County after hearing the news and fought with the disciples of the Xue Lian Sect. Although he succeeded in killing them, it also affected two mountain villages, causing countless casualties."
"A month ago, lightning and thunder suddenly appeared in the sky above Zhongzhou Dancheng. Thunder fell like rain. It was suspected that immortal monks were fighting. Half of the city was destroyed by thunder, and hundreds of thousands of people were killed or injured."
"The local officials reported this to the disciples of the Da Dao Sect, but there has been no response. We can only speculate that this matter may be related to the Da Dao Sect and other immortal sects."
"Until today, we in the Great Yan Dynasty still don't know where those two immortal monks came from, why they fought, and why they chose to fight in the sky above Dancheng... Maybe they don't care."
All these things are called "man-made disasters."
The so-called man-made disaster is a disaster caused by aliens, which is not completely the same as the so-called natural disasters and man-made disasters.
Natural disasters are natural disasters, such as earthquakes, tsunamis, floods, and hurricanes. All of these are unpredictable and cannot be resisted by human power. Once they happen, it depends on who is lucky.
Man-made disasters are calamities caused by mortals, such as robbery, fighting and murder, and wars of all sizes.
The so-called man-made disasters are caused by aliens. Their destructive power far exceeds that of man-made disasters. They are like natural disasters. Mortals cannot predict or resist them.
Just like the rain from heaven, sometimes it rains, sometimes it doesn't. Whether it rains or not depends on fate.
During the thirty years in Tianlao, human disasters became more and more serious.
If the Martial Saint were still alive, perhaps the Immortal Sect would be a little more restrained... This thought flashed through Hai Wuya's mind and he shook his head secretly.
After leaving the prison, the sky above seemed darker than the ceiling of the prison.
Only when he heard the news about the Qiao family did he feel a little relieved.
"Qiao Zhong died earlier than me, and he had just mastered my skills... I can only pass on the Humane Scripture to the next member of the Qiao family."
"No, it's not just the Qiao family. If we want to deduce the true "Book of Humanity", it is destined to be a long process and we must work together."
“Passing it on to the Qiao family is just the beginning.”
Hai Wuya lowered his eyelids, and he was ready to start planning for the future.
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Imperial Capital Teahouse, Tianranju.
A swordsman with a long sword on his waist came in, took out some change, exchanged it for a booklet and read it in his hand. On it were the three words "Martial Arts List".
Tingchaolou’s business is not limited to storytelling.
It's too slow to rely solely on the storyteller's words.
The various martial arts lists compiled by Tingchao Tower comment on the martial arts heroes of the world one by one, and are interspersed with stories of martial arts figures whose authenticity is unknown. They have always been very popular.
"Ninety-ninth on the list of the strongest warriors, Qiao Shuanglin."
"Oh, this is really strange. There is a 90-year-old man on the list..."
"Although internal energy accumulates with age, and does not decline rapidly with aging like the physical energy and blood of a martial god, the growth of internal energy is also limited."
"The physical body is the foundation of a warrior. In old age, the qi and blood of a warrior decline, and it is not easy to increase the internal strength... Do you think Qiao Shuanglin ate some kind of natural treasure?"
"Heh, it says here that his battle record is that he killed the famous Imperial Capital's third-rank warrior 'Sword Ghost'... Then this Qiao Shuanglin is probably also in the Imperial Capital? Did this happen not long ago? Tingchao Tower is really well-informed."
In the corner, Shunfenger listened to the discussions of these martial artists and smiled smugly in his heart.
It was his idea to rank Qiao Shuanglin 99th on the Power Ranking.
But after all, he was not present at the scene in person, but only relied on a pair of "super ears" to eavesdrop. Although his hearing was far superior to that of ordinary people, there might be some inaccuracies.
But based on his vision and knowledge, Qiao Shuanglin's internal strength must be quite amazing. If he can defeat the Sword Ghost, then it will be more than enough for him to be on the strength list!
Among the martial arts list, the three lists of strength, power and skills each include one hundred people, selecting the top one hundred heroes in various fields of today's martial arts.
Basically, only warriors above the fourth rank, who have reached the limits of the human body, are qualified to be included.
In addition to these three lists, there is also a God List, which is the ranking of the way to refine the spirit, and includes the top warriors who refine the spirit in the world.
Today's God List is actually similar to the "Hero List" during Bai Xiaosheng's time decades ago. After all, the God-Refining Warriors represent the pinnacle of warriors in the world, and the strongest among the God-Refining Warriors is the strongest among all warriors in the world.
However, the man with the sharp hearing did not notice that, at the corner of the tea drinking area, there was a bearded guest sitting there drinking tea and reading a book, and just like him, he was listening to the gossip of the martial artists.
"Ninety-nine on the Strongest List, Qiao Shuanglin..." The bearded guest put down the book in his hand.
This small thread-bound book has the words "Chrysanthemum Acupoint Pressing" written in large letters on it.
The corners of the bearded guest's mouth curled up slightly, and a hint of anticipation appeared in his eyes.
"You asked me in the past whether you could kill an immortal if you devoured all the flesh, bones and blood of my Qiao family... I want to see if this Qiao family elder you mentioned is as tough as you were back then."
Gulp. Gulp.
He tilted his head back and drank the large cup of tea, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.
He is a little thirsty.
Chapter 142 Eye Swordsmanship
Imperial Capital Antique Street.
Qiao Mu squatted by the roadside with a calm look on his face.
In front of him, the blood moon painting worth ten thousand taels of silver was spread out on the stall, covered with only a layer of white cloth, serving as a simple stall.
The area around him was empty, and the vendors on the antique street subconsciously stayed away from him, not daring to get close to the old man.
But as they were selling antiques, they couldn't help but glance at the old man out of the corner of their eyes, watching his every move.
Qiao Mu didn't seem to notice other people's gazes at this moment. He stared at a booklet in his hand, reading as if no one was around.
This booklet was found from the sword ghost's body.
When Qiao Mu left last night, he did not forget to take some things from the Sword Ghost.
Among these, apart from the silver note worth one thousand taels, what caught Qiao Mu's attention the most was this booklet.
This booklet is the personal martial arts experience of the third-rank martial artist Sword Ghost, and it is not a martial arts secret book in the strict sense.
However, it does record the Sword Ghost's most proud martial art in his life - "Eye Sword Technique".
This is a rare method witnessed by masters of spiritual cultivation, and it is the secret of the Sword Ghost's ability to kill people with his eyes.
"The strength and tenacity of the mind of a warrior who has embarked on the path of spiritual cultivation far exceeds that of an ordinary person."
"One of the external manifestations of a third-grade martial artist is his sharp intuition, the ability to anticipate the enemy's moves, and the ability to sense crises in advance."
"If you reach the second level of Spirit Refining, your powerful spirit can detect the surroundings, and all your memories from childhood to adulthood can appear in your mind..."
"And the so-called witnessing method is a method for the spirit-refining warrior to actively use his own powerful 'spirit' to cause a mental shock to the enemy."
"When the mind is as focused as a sword, the eyes are like swords, which can injure people without them even being seen, and defeat the enemy without fighting."
"..."
"This "Eye Sword Technique" is quite unique, but according to the requirements above, you must first enter the third level of Spirit Refining before you can practice it."
Qiao Mu is now no longer following the mainstream way of cultivating the spirit, but the way of Qi and blood, and is further developing along the lines of the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" deduced by Hai Wuya.
Although he practiced the "Martial Spirit Holy Rhinoceros Secret", this was just a bait thrown by the Martial Saint, a means to screen talents, and there was no possibility of going further.
"I can't use this Eye Sword Technique for now, but if my 'God' becomes stronger and I hone it all the time, maybe it's possible."
This thought flashed through Qiao Mu’s mind.
He no longer cared about whether the blood moon picture on his stall could be sold.
He set up his stall as usual the next day, just to show off to others.
This third-rank warrior sword ghost is no lone ranger.
He is not only a worshipper in the home of the wealthy businessman Wan Ronghua, but also a member of the Martial Arts Alliance, an organization of martial artists who cultivate their spirits.
Such a person is no small figure even in the imperial capital's martial arts world, and his death would definitely not be without ripples.
As long as Qiao Mu goes about his business as usual, the story of Sword Ghost’s death will continue to ferment.
When the time comes, we will just fight back against the enemy with our generals and block the water with our earth.
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Qiumu’s guess was not wrong.
At this moment, in the attic of Wanjia Antique Shop on Antique Street.
Wan Ronghua stood in front of the attic window, looking through the shutters at Qiao Mu who was selling ancient paintings on the street.
"Fang'er, are you telling the truth? Have you really seen that painting?"
"It's absolutely true." Behind Wan Ronghua, the young woman Fang Fang nodded quickly:
"I saw my father take out this painting in the old house... But this blood moon painting is quite similar to the blood sun painting, so I confused the two. When I saw the blood moon painting today, I realized that there were actually two similar ancient paintings."
"It turns out that the Fang family not only had the Blood Sun Picture, but also a second Blood Moon Picture..." Wan Ronghua suddenly realized something, and then his eyes were fixed on the painting in front of Qiao Mu in the Antique Street.
The blood moon map that originally belonged to Fang's father has now fallen into Qiao Mu's hands.
This made him think of Fang Yuan, who had just purchased the old house of the Fang family a few days ago.
"If Qiao Shuanglin is planning to help Fang Yuan, then we're in trouble..." Wan Ronghua had this guess in his mind.
Although it was just a guess, the fact that he had just killed the Sword Ghost did put him under tremendous pressure.
"How come Fang Yuan is so lucky?" Fang Fang frowned slightly:
"My father valued him back then, and now there's a martial arts expert standing up for him..."
Wan Ronghua was also worried.
"The Sword Ghost was one of the worshippers of our Wan family after all. He used our Wan family's spies to hear about the Blood Moon Diagram and was eventually killed by Qiao Shuanglin... I'm afraid our Wan family has also formed a grudge with Qiao Shuanglin. Otherwise, why would he deliberately hawk his wares in front of my shop? Was he afraid that I didn't know he had killed the Sword Ghost?"
If it wasn't necessary, Wan Ronghua would naturally not take the initiative to provoke a martial arts master like Qiao Shuanglin.
But if they have a feud and the fight is to the death, even if the enemy is powerful, he will have no choice but to do everything he can to get rid of him.
What's more, Qiao Shuanglin might be standing up for Fang Yuan, the jailer of the Heavenly Prison, which means that the hatred between the two sides might be greater than he imagined.
A head-on confrontation obviously won't work.
Although the Wan family has other spiritual warriors serving as priests, now that the Sword Ghost is already dead, the other priests may not be willing to fight for Wan Ronghua.
Therefore, we have to find other ways.
"The deeds of this man named Qiao Shuanglin last night have actually spread throughout the imperial capital. There must be forces of all sizes who want to get rid of him. We just lack an opportunity." Wan Ronghua analyzed calmly.
"After all, this is the imperial capital."
"Even a dragon like Qiao Shuanglin who has come from another country has to abide by the rules of the imperial capital when he arrives in the capital."
"No matter how big a warrior's fist is, it can't be bigger than the Dao Sect..."
"So if we want to get rid of Qiao Shuanglin, we have to use the rules and laws to get rid of him."
He was not a reckless person. After hearing the news of Sword Ghost's death, he immediately made inquiries about Qiao Shuanglin and the story of the Qiao family behind him.
"The Qiao family has always been known as a family of righteous men."
"And this is the weakness of this old man."
Wan Ronghua had an idea and came up with a plan.
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The sun was setting in the west. Qiao Mu had been watching Sword Ghost practicing martial arts on the street all day and was feeling a little impatient.
"Why hasn't anyone come to kill me yet? Is it because I'm too strong?"
After fishing for a whole day, no one took the bait, which made him a little depressed.
"I haven't caught any fish yet, so I'll take care of my injury tomorrow." He glanced at the wound on his shoulder.
He originally thought that the cold poison would heal in a day or two, but after spending a day in the sun, there was not much effect.
I don’t think it will get better in a day or two. It will probably take seven or eight days.
In this case, and since no fish are taking the bait in the Antique Street, he will move on to another place to cause trouble... By the way, he will also look for the famous doctor Dong Xinglin to treat his injuries.
Chapter 143: A Kind Doctor
The clinic of Dong Xinglin, a famous doctor in the imperial capital, is located in the west of the imperial capital.
He was a skilled doctor and was said to have practiced martial arts in his early years. Many of his patients were martial artists.