Thinking of this, he felt a little ashamed.
Before, he only thought of fabricating a Da Yan reinforcement to give the soldiers and civilians in the city some hope, but he didn't think about it carefully. Now he thinks that there are indeed some omissions.
"If you want to listen, I will explain it to you today." Qiao Mu's eyes were bright, and he didn't look like he was lying at all:
"Forty years after the alien war, Kyushu is facing unprecedented pressure."
"The soldiers and civilians of this isolated city are fighting. There are also people fighting in all parts of Kyushu. You are not alone."
"Under the heavy pressure from the aliens, the progress of Jiuzhou martial arts in the past forty years has surpassed the previous hundreds of years!"
"Nowadays, the martial arts in Kyushu are developing rapidly, and there are already differences between 'ancient methods' and 'modern methods'..."
Qiao Mu did not lie about these words, but copied the remarks of the members of Wu Ji Hui.
"The so-called modern method, the so-called martial arts of today, is to steal yin and yang, seize the creation, gather great power in one body, and break the immortal way with the flesh..."
"The magic of the immortal way can turn the ocean into dust, can turn a hundred miles of scorched earth into a desert, and our current method is to explore the possibility of using martial arts to counter the immortal way, and to use martial arts to defeat the immortals."
Many people listened and gradually became stunned, as if they were listening to a foreign language.
The blueprint that Qiumu was describing was simply a fairy tale, a beautiful dream, which made them feel it was too false and absurd to even imagine.
Lu Yanbei frowned when he heard this.
What is this Qiao Shuangsen talking about
He was also a warrior from outside, but he came in a year earlier than Qiao Mu.
How could he not know that the martial arts in the outside world had such an outrageous development
And the flesh body can break all laws? Those people in Wu Ji Hui wouldn't dare to brag like that, right
These words may fool city people, but they can't fool him.
Captain Hai frowned, he was not sure what Qiao Mu was doing.
I asked you to cooperate in the acting, but you are just bragging here
The purpose of acting is to give hope to the soldiers and civilians in the city, but if it is exaggerated in the way Qiao Mu said, it will seem too beautiful and too fake, which will make people suspicious.
What exactly does he want to do? This was not part of the previous discussion, right
Hai Siyuan naturally didn't know what Qiao Mu was thinking.
"You may as well guess, how old am I, Qiao Shuangsen, now?" Qiao Mu smiled.
"Judging from his appearance, he must be around eighty years old," someone guessed.
"About eighty-five?"
"There are many 80-year-old people in this city, and he looks even older. I guess he is around 90."
"Are you kidding me? How could a 90-year-old veteran cross the desert alone? I guess he is 70 years old, he just looks old."
Listening to everyone's speculations, Qiao Mu smiled and revealed the answer.
"I, Qiao Shuangsen, am already one hundred and nine years old this year."
The crowd was shocked.
"My age is not the point. The point is that at the age of 109, I am still the leader of the Immortal-killing Army and can cross the desert."
Qiao Mu spoke in a sonorous tone, full of energy:
"I am a hundred years old and still young, and that is because I have practiced the present Dharma."
Lu Yanbei frowned and thought of something.
"Is he talking about the Heyang Qiao family's Longevity Fist?"
"No, although the Changsheng Fist is said to be able to keep one alive even when one is old, it does require a high level of martial arts aptitude."
"Over the years, only the Qiao family leader has been able to remain healthy at the age of eighty. But if he were a little older, he might not be able to maintain his skills."
"Besides, the essence of the Qiao family's Longevity Fist is to lock up the loss of Qi and blood, just like the strange people who practice the immortal way, who do not look old... And this Qiao Shuangsen obviously does not practice the Longevity Fist."
Qiao Mu, who was standing on the stage, seemed to have heard Lu Yanbei's muttering and explained:
"The secret of my staying young and strong lies in a martial arts technique that anyone can practice. It's called the 'Sumeru Mountain King Sutra'."
"This is the martial arts of today."
"Only with this kind of martial arts can we possibly fight against the immortals."
The whole military camp was in an uproar, and the people were talking about it.
This isolated city is no ordinary city. Because it has been threatened by aliens for many years and wars are frequent, all adult residents have some understanding of martial arts.
However, what Qiao Mu said was a subversion of their understanding of martial arts.
Captain Hai's head was buzzing when he heard this.
It was not until this moment that he roughly understood what Qiumu wanted to do.
He did not just want to give the people in the city hope of getting out of the desert, but he also wanted to give the people in the city, as well as the serving old soldiers in the isolated city and the disabled old soldiers who had retired from the front line, a hope of conquering the immortals through martial arts.
But... isn't this lie a little too big and too far-fetched
Hai Siyuan was obsessed with fabricating a false hope, but he didn't know that Qiao Mu's goal was more than that.
He came to this isolated city not to sit back and watch the soldiers and civilians in this isolated city live out the rest of their hard lives with false hopes.
Hai Siyuan's lies were like handing a match to the residents in a desperate situation, allowing the soldiers and civilians in the city to see their own hallucinations and their long-cherished dreams before they died, and then die in the wind and snow with this false hope in their arms.
But this is not the case with trees.
What he tried to do was to bring fire to the people of this lonely city.
It gives people the belief to survive, rather than an illusion of happiness before death.
Chapter 184: I asked you to act, not to brag
In the military camp, Qiao Mu spoke passionately on the platform about the tremendous changes that Kyushu martial arts had undergone in the past forty years.
The isolated city is not lonely, as there are also people in the outside world who are holding on and exploring the martial arts in the long night.
Hai Siyuan, who was listening below, was confused and kept wondering why this outsider, old man Qiao, suddenly started acting.
I asked you to act, not to brag so much...
If Hai Siyuan's original wish was just to use this lie to give a shot of adrenaline to the soldiers and civilians of the isolated city when the city was about to collapse.
Then Qiao Mu did not just give them a stimulant, he directly used a strong medicine to take these elderly people to practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies for their twilight years.
When Hai Siyuan was a little confused and unsure of Qiao Mu's intention, someone patted him gently on the shoulder.
When I turned around, I saw a thin old man with two swords on his waist.
"Captain Hai, although this old man came from outside, he is lying, right?" The old man lowered his voice and asked in Hai Siyuan's ear.
Hai Siyuan's heart skipped a beat immediately.
The wooden sword warrior Lu Yanbei is one of only two warriors from the outside world of Kyushu who have survived in this isolated city.
Moreover, he was not like Jian Zexian, the once world-famous sword master, who entered Lonely City thirty years ago... Lu Yanbei only came in last year.
This means that the lie about the so-called drastic changes in Kyushu martial arts over the past forty years may be concealed from others, but it cannot be concealed from Lu Yanbei!
"That's right." Hai Siyuan naturally had to admit it.
He laid out his plan and stated his intentions, trying to persuade Lu Yanbei not to expose the matter.
"I won't expose this lie... but..." Lu Yanbei sighed slightly.
Once this lie is said, there is no way out.
Because if this outrageous lie that was meant to deceive the soldiers and civilians of an entire city were exposed, it would inevitably have a huge impact on the morale of the soldiers and civilians of the entire city.
In this case, I'm afraid it's worse than before I lied... .
"Now that things have come to this, I can only help him keep it secret." Lu Yanbei also made a decision, but he was somewhat dissatisfied in his heart:
Just act. You speak so confidently and praise the martial arts of the outside world Kyushu so highly. Are you taking acting too much into your head
This is like walking a tightrope on a cliff; once you slip and are exposed, there is no way back.
So what about the tree above
After he got on the wire, instead of walking carefully, he even tied sandbags to his legs to add weight and then somersaulted on the wire.
He himself was very interested in what he said on the stage, but Hai Siyuan and Lu Yanbei, who were in the know, were sweating.
Worry is worry.
Lu Yanbei and the other man indeed saw that the people in the military camp who were listening to Qiao Mu's speech were gradually infected by the blueprint of Kyushu martial arts that he had described.
"The lonely city is not lonely. Our hard-working survival till now is meaningful."
An old soldier with a broken leg burst into tears: "General Li Changge led us soldiers to cover General Wu's retreat. Wasn't it for the sake of winning a future for Jiuzhou?"
"Today, the aliens are powerful, so let's lie dormant. One day, there will be a successor in Kyushu who will take up the torch."
"The rapid progress of martial arts in the outside world shows that there are indeed people of the same path as us in other parts of Kyushu that we cannot see, who are fighting against the aliens just like us."
For these old soldiers who have fought in the isolated city for forty years, what they fear is not death or sacrifice.
But I am afraid that my sacrifice is meaningless and only serves to impress myself.
Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, and the lonely city with only 300 old soldiers left is about to be buried in the yellow sand of the desert. For forty years, they have resisted in the dark, but the outside world is unknown.
No one knew they fought to the death, no one inherited their will to resist...
By then, the destruction of the isolated city would mean the complete annihilation of the 100,000 elite soldiers of the former Great Yan.
And now, the Kyushu martial arts painting painted by Qiao Mu is so beautiful that it seems like an illusory dream... How can it not make them excited
Lu Yanbei listened quietly, and his tense heartstrings relaxed a little.
Let him lie, let him brag, let him brag, it’s up to him.
Even if it was fake, he didn't want to expose it. Lu Yanbei was tired. He had to fight on the battlefield for a whole year in his old age. Even if someone lied to him that there was hope, he was willing to be deceived.
He is tired too.
No one is made of iron. Even if one was full of confidence in the past, one will become tired, disappointed and desperate after forty years.
A character who is always full of hope and looking forward, who will never be depressed or lost, only exists in the mouths of storytellers.
Just when Lu Yanbei was ready to accept the lies and deceive himself.
The general on the stage looked down at the crowd of people below and pointed at one of them with a smile:
"Words are not enough."
"Even if I could say a lot, I'm sure you wouldn't believe me."
"We martial artists have never been good at talking. Today, I will let you witness the current martial arts after forty years of dramatic changes."
"The old man over there with two swords on his waist, come up."
"Let's have a fight, so you can see how an old man like me, who is over a hundred years old, can be a pioneer. What are the differences between ancient and modern martial arts?"
There was an uproar in the audience, and countless eyes followed Qiao Mu's guidance and fell on Lu Yanbei.
Lu Yanbei is no small figure in this isolated city. As one of the few foreign warriors, at least half of the people in the city know him.
The name of Lu Yanbei, the wooden swordsman, is indeed extraordinary in the Nine Provinces. He was once highly expected by the soldiers and civilians of the lonely city... .
Even Lu Yanbei was stunned.
Invite him to a duel
He frowned. If Qiao Shuangsen on the stage wanted to show off his fists, he had chosen the wrong target.
Although he is old, he is still a well-deserved master of Kyushu swordsmanship. Even now that he is old, he can easily play tricks on the middle-aged second-rank warriors of the Dayan court with a wooden sword.
As a former representative of martial arts, he is more than qualified in terms of status, identity and strength.
Moreover, as a swordsman, Lu Yanbei is best at one-on-one combat in the ring.
If he goes to war on the battlefield, an old man like him would have much less endurance than a middle-aged warrior due to his declining physical strength and blood.
But if it's a fight in a ring? He's not at all weak.
"Why did you have to look for me?" Lu Yanbei also felt a little resentful.