The package that he had been holding tightly in his hand finally loosened, and the gold and silver jewelry inside rolled all over the ground, with most of it falling into the stinky ditch, mixing with blood and mud.
Fang Yuan slowly put away the knife, stood there staring at Fang Fang at his feet, squatted down, and grabbed a handful of gold and silver jewelry with his hand.
"The world is so chaotic nowadays, and life is not easy. Money is very important, sometimes even more important than life." He murmured:
"I like money, too. Who doesn't like money?"
Fang Fang was gasping for breath. She still had one breath left. She watched Fang Yuan snatch her jewelry away, and she reached out to grab Fang Yuan with her trembling hands unconsciously.
Fang Yuan's eyes turned cold and his clenched hands loosened.
He let his hands full of gold and silver jewelry roll to the ground, and with a tinkling sound, they fell into the stinky ditch nearby.
Fang Fang's eyes widened as she heard her brother, whose face was already somewhat unfamiliar, say:
"But in life, it's meaningless to talk about money all the time. There must be something more important than money."
He stood up and looked at the ground covered with blood, mud, gold and silver treasures. He did not take any of them, but just turned around and left.
These things came from the Wan family and also from Fang Fang, but he refused to take them because he thought they were dirty.
When he reached the corner of the alley, he couldn't help but turn around and look at Fang Fang's lifeless body.
“Now, I have no family.”
... .
Half an hour later.
Fang Yuan returned alone to the courtyard of the Fang family's old house.
The night wind picked up again, and the shadows of the trees swayed. He sat cross-legged under the tree, looking at the swaying shadows of the trees on the wall, then looked down at his blood-stained palms, slightly dazed.
They were all dead, all dead, and he was the only one alive.
In addition to his entire family, those who died in this incident included two elderly people from the Qiao family who took the initiative to get involved in the matter, Qiao Shuanglin and Qiao Senlin.
Fang Yuan didn't have much contact with the latter and was very unfamiliar with it.
Because he was afraid that this old man, who was a little older than Qiao Shuanglin and as kind-hearted as Qiao Shuanglin, would be involved in Wan Ronghua's affairs again.
But things did not turn out as he expected, Qiao Senlin still died.
When he was helpless, someone held an umbrella for him, which gave him a glimmer of hope, but not long after, the person who held the umbrella for him also died.
Although his revenge was clearly achieved, his heart seemed empty and hollow at this moment.
There is no need to look for my little sister, because she has died at his hands.
There is no need for revenge, because Wan Ronghua and Jian Gui both died at the hands of the old man of the Qiao family.
At this moment, he was just confused.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, practicing the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" over and over again. He didn't know how much time passed and the sky in the east gradually turned pale.
The sky gradually brightened, the rising sun dyed the clouds with a layer of gold, and then gradually illuminated the sky.
Fang Yuan opened his eyes, and the sadness in his heart faded a little.
When you are alive, you must always find some reason and direction for yourself.
When looking at the rising sun, although the emptiness in his heart remained, the unkind back of an old man occasionally flashed by.
"It would be great if I were also a member of the Qiao family."
Fang is not his original surname. Fang Yuan’s biological father’s surname is actually Qiao, but he is from an ordinary family without any background.
Fang Yuan lowered his head and looked at the dried blood on his hands.
“Even if my hands are stained with blood, even if I will be scorned and stigmatized by the world… I still want to try holding an umbrella for someone. What does it feel like?”
He didn't want to be a righteous hero; he didn't have that kind of noble ambition.
It’s just that in the past, the Qiao family had held an umbrella for him, so he thought... if he also became a person who held an umbrella for others, perhaps the depression and emptiness in his heart would fade a little
The morning light illuminated the sky and the sound of roosters crowing could be heard outside the yard. Fang Yuan sat cross-legged on the ground, continuing to practice his exercises silently.
Two hours ago, when it was still dark.
Qiao Mu had already escaped from the pursuers and made up his mind to rush towards Caishikou.
Death Rating: C (You are dead, but the rich and powerful will start to regard you as a taboo that they don't want to mess with)
Lifespan lost due to death: 5 (2.5*2) years
Remaining resurrections this week: 3/5
Current age: 108
Qi and blood: 41%
Skills: Slightly
Shattering Finger (Minor)
After one death, there are five more years of hard training.
The memories seemed like a dream. In Qiao Mu's memory, he practiced hard day and night, his sweat dripping through the ground. Having tasted the sweetness of "Broken Void Finger", he continued to practice hard, and finally he practiced Broken Void Finger to the minor success level.
Now, his ability to control internal energy has become even stronger. He can make his internal energy more condensed and extend the long-range attack distance of the Shattering Void Finger to ten meters.
His mind returned to reality, Qiao Mu flew across the vegetable market and finally stopped on the eaves, his eyes fixed on Qiao Zhong's head stuck on the wooden stake.
Qiao Shuanglin, who has been rehabilitated, doesn't say anything.
However, Qiao Zhong was regarded as a traitor by Emperor Yonghe, and was beheaded at Caishikou and displayed for many days. The head was even specially embalmed to allow it to be exposed to the sun for more time and to delay rotting.
Qiao Mu was a man with no taboos and had no reservations about corpses.
Even if Qiao Zhong's head continued to be displayed at Caishikou for half a month, he would not be unhappy.
But since the Qiao family is set up for blood revenge, it is reasonable for him to come to Caishikou and take the head of Qiao Zhong, the "younger generation of the family."
Just when Qiumu was about to take action.
A rainbow light descended from the sky and hovered in mid-air. It was Daozhen, a disciple of the Da Dao Sect.
"Well, it seems that the Qiao family's image as a family of strong warriors has been firmly established and cannot be broken. Even Dao Zhen knows that I am coming to Caishikou to take his head."
Qiao Mu was helpless. He stretched his muscles and put his hands on the scabbard at his waist.
"Mr. Qiao, don't be impatient." Daozhen smiled and spread his hands, indicating that he had no intention of taking action.
Daozhen is very curious about the Qiao family.
At first, he just did it out of interest and casually, observing those ordinary people with extraordinary minds.
People like the Qiao family, Hai Wuya in the Sky Prison, and Qin Shiqing who killed his wife to prove his truth were all extraordinary people in his eyes and worthy of careful observation.
After several failed attempts to capture the soul, he realized something was wrong.
Of course, the soul-binding technique cannot be always effective, and there is indeed a possibility of failure.
But after three consecutive failures, he came up with a more interesting idea.
"Don't be so hasty. Your death in my hands is meaningless. You, the Qiao family, deserve a more meaningful death." He smiled.
"If you have the guts, why don't I show you a way to a glorious death?"
Qiao Mu blinked his eyes, his interest suddenly intensified, but he still sneered:
"Why, you don't want me to break into the palace at night?"
"What I fight for, what I die for, is none of your business."
He couldn't guess what Daozhen was thinking, so he just subconsciously questioned him and didn't want to follow the path he pointed out.
God knows what this person is thinking
"Breaking into the palace at night? That sounds interesting." Daozhen really thought about it seriously:
"If you really want to break into the palace at night, that's not impossible. I can also show you the way."
"This is not a bad way to die, but are you really willing to die like this? If you are a true hero who values righteousness over life and death, you should go somewhere else."
Qiao Mu frowned. This immortal cultivator seemed to be trying to provoke him
He guessed that as a member of the Qiao family, he was not afraid of life or death, so he was preparing to use something to lure him
"Tell me about it?" he asked.
"Forty years ago, the alien war that shook Kyushu had a hidden story." Daozhen smiled and said:
"The world only knows that 100,000 elite soldiers of the Great Yan Dynasty were wiped out, and only the Martial Saint survived, but they don't know that this is actually just a scam."
"What if I say that there are other survivors among the 100,000 elite troops, and that they are still fighting in the heart of the Immortal Sect today?"
"The Qiao family has always valued loyalty over life and death. If you are a true hero, would you dare to go to the place where you are doomed to die and meet the remnants of the former army that have been resisting to this day?"
Daozhen held his chin with one hand and observed Qiaomu's expression carefully.
Although the Qiao family has already gained a good reputation, the family's reputation cannot represent an individual's character, so he asked this question.
Chapter 172: The World's Number One Above the Martial Saint (3k
"Really? I don't believe it."
After hearing Daozhen's mumbling, Qiaomu really didn't believe it.
When it comes to the Alien War forty years ago, he has heard so much about it that his ears are almost callused.
"Given the disparity in strength between the Immortal Sect and the Great Yan soldiers, how could the soldiers defend an isolated city for forty years?"
"Besides, I heard that after that battle, the 100,000 elite troops were completely wiped out, and the area within a hundred miles became a desert with no grass growing. Even the city could not be found at all. It no longer existed."
One hundred thousand officers and soldiers mean one hundred thousand families.
Moreover, the battlefield is located in Zhongzhou, not in some remote border area.
So according to common sense, many people from the court and the public should have visited the battlefield over the past forty years, but no survivors were found, so the result can be imagined.
Daozhen remained calm and did not show any emotion due to Qiaomu's questioning:
"How can a mortal with mortal eyes see through the magic of immortals?" He smiled and said:
"The area within dozens of miles of that isolated city is all within the range of the Immortal Sect's illusion formation. No matter how mortals walk, they can't reach that city."
"As for why the Immortal Sect kept those remnants for forty years, they must have had other intentions."
Daozhen didn't say it clearly.
For cultivators of immortality, mortals are a kind of resource.
Not only can it provide incense, the souls of mortals can also be used as a material for refining magic weapons.
The evil cultivators would sacrifice the blood of a city and use the souls of the mortals in it to refine the Thousand Soul Banner and the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, but the righteous immortal sects would naturally not do it so blatantly.
The great formation covering the desert not only has the ability to cast illusions and confuse people, it also has the ability to capture souls. The souls of the dead in the city will be captured within it.
Daozhen had failed several times in his attempts to capture the souls of the Qiao family, so he had an idea. He wanted to let the Qiao family try out the immortal sect's soul-capturing formation.
As for the bait he used to lure Qiao Mu... ..
"In the past, the remnant soldiers of the Great Yan army guarded the lonely city for forty years, but they did not know that the outside world had undergone tremendous changes in the past forty years. Even the emperor had changed, and the Taoist temples of the nine major immortal sects had been opened in all the major cities in Jiuzhou. The Yonghe Emperor almost kowtowed to the immortals of the Xuantian Sect."
"Their fight to the death is just blind loyalty, which is meaningless. If you are a true hero who is not afraid of death, why not enter the lonely city and let them know the great changes in the outside world, so that they can have a good rest." Daozhen said:
"Of course, you can only enter the formation but not exit. Once you enter the formation, you will be trapped in it forever until you die."
After listening to Daozhen's words, Qiao Mu thought about it carefully and felt that it made sense.
He was not from this world and had no reverence for the Great Yan court or the emperor.
Considering the character of the Qiao family, if what Daozhen said was true, then he should indeed agree to it.
Being surrounded by enemies, the remaining soldiers had to defend the isolated city for forty years. This did sound incredible.
As for being trapped in a large formation, you can only enter but not exit, and you will not be able to leave until you die.
Qiao Mu didn't care at all.
Every time he died and came back to life, he actually had a choice. He could decide on a resurrection point in advance, or he could be resurrected in a place where there was no one around his corpse... .
This was something he already knew when he was still in Yancheng.