"The entire isolated city is facing the siege of aliens, and everyone has the will to fight to the death, but he has long lost this spirit."
The former number one swordsman in the world no longer exists, and now he is just the number one loser in the world.
Speaking of this, Lu Yanbei felt a sense of depression in his heart, as if he was disappointed in his friend.
Thirty years ago, his younger brother Jian Zexian disappeared inexplicably, and he actually wanted to look for him. Later, he was tricked by the disciples of Da Dao Sect and entered this isolated city.
It doesn't matter if you don't enter the lonely city. Only after entering the lonely city will you know what the exiled sword immortal Lu Yannan has done over the years.
Captain Hai was right. Over the past year, Lu Yanbei had been fighting side by side with the old soldiers to protect the isolated city. In fact, he was also trying to clean up his own brother's mess, and he felt a little guilty about it.
"Isn't that right?" Qiao Mu frowned secretly. This was a little different from what he had heard before about the Exiled Sword Immortal.
"Jian Zexian, I came here today because I have something to ask you." Qiao Mu thought for a while and said.
"I once heard the Martial Saint talk about the past."
"Forty years ago, after the alien war broke out, the Martial Saint who escaped alone created the Martial Holy Spirit Rhinoceros Art."
"According to him, he quickly found the top ten warriors in the world, which probably includes you, right?"
The half-lying Jian Zexian thought for a moment and nodded:
"It happened a long time ago, about thirty years ago. Do you, an old man, still care about such old things?"
Qiao Mu continued:
"The Martial Saint said that at that time, he and the other ten people made a ten-year agreement to teach you the Martial Holy Spirit Rhinoceros Art and decided to have a sword fight ten years later to determine the only survivor... Is this true?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?" Jian Zexian said nonchalantly.
"If that's the case, why are you still alive?" Qiao Mu asked directly.
Moreover, Jian Zexian was standing in front of him at this time, and he could feel that this person had not practiced the "Martial Spirit Holy Rhinoceros Art".
This is contrary to what the Martial Saint originally said.
"What do you mean by this?" Jian Zexian thought hard for a while and said:
"That guy, Martial Saint, was very serious about this matter."
"I didn't want to agree to practice the 'Martial Saint's Secret Art', but he was so serious and the atmosphere was so serious, so I just nodded. Who knew that the Martial Saint was serious about it?"
Jian Zexian spread his hands, looking helpless.
"We are just people from the martial arts world. Should we, the martial arts world, be responsible for the affairs of the people?"
"The Martial Saint was born as a military officer in the imperial court. He wants to stop a chariot with his bare hands, with the whole country in his heart."
"I am different. My three-foot sword can only protect me. I don't have any ambition to defeat the gods with martial arts."
"So, you ran away? Hid in this lonely city?" Qiao Mu asked sharply, without caring about the other party's identity at all.
Jian Zexian smiled and said nothing.
"Do you think that the other nine people, except me, are willing to die?"
“When the ten-year agreement first began, they might have had great ambitions.”
"But they also have family and friends. Ten years later, they may not have the same original intentions. One or two of them do regret it, but it's too late."
"Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Practicing the Martial Spiritual Rhinoceros Art means there is no way back. Only one of them is destined to survive." Jian Zexian said calmly:
"So the other nine people have all achieved the martial arts of a single Martial Saint."
Chapter 188 Wudang Chunyang
Of the top ten warriors in the world in the past, except for Jian Zexian, the other nine were killed by the Martial Saint.
When the ten-year agreement was fulfilled, among the nine people, one or two felt regretful, while another was determined to die bravely... No matter what their attitudes were, the final result was that there was only one winner.
The winner will be the Martial Saint.
The last survivor is not one person, but a collection of the strongest martial artists. In his opinion, he will eventually carry the long-cherished wishes of an entire generation of martial artists and the souls of a hundred thousand soldiers to resist the aliens.
Forty years ago, he was a banished swordsman, and forty years later, he became a martial arts saint. These were the two greatest martial arts leaders of the world.
It is not known whether Jian Zexian deliberately avoided fighting or there were other reasons, but the two strongest men did not determine who was stronger at the moment of fulfilling the ten-year agreement.
"So, you don't dare to fulfill your promise with the Martial Saint and fight to the death, so you hide in this lonely city?" Qiao Mu said directly.
He feared nothing, not even the sword-bane immortal.
What's more, the deeds of Jian Zexian that he had heard from Captain Hai and Lu Yanbei before were not very glorious and were not worthy of Qiao Mu's respect.
Others may admire the strong, but personal character is not important.
But Qiao Mu would not do that. He was not afraid of death, so he had no taboos. A strong man who was only powerful could not make him fear or respect him.
"Hmm?" Jian Zexian glanced at Qiao Mu, smiling:
"Old man, stop trying to start a fight. Do you think I care about this kind of clumsy provocation?"
"The Martial Saint from forty years ago was not qualified to challenge me."
"Don't flatter yourself. Forty years ago was one thing, thirty years ago, and what about now?" Lu Yanbei interrupted.
The Martial Saint was not the most dazzling warrior forty years ago. At that time, there were ten people stronger than him. However, among these people, only the Martial Saint made it to the end.
Lu Yanbei seemed to enjoy bullying his younger brother, and after a few words, he left Jian Zexian speechless.
"If you say so, then so. It's really boring to talk to you. I'm sleepy."
Jian Zexian waved his hands and closed his eyes. Soon he began to snore and fell asleep in just a few breaths.
Lu Yanbei, who was standing next to him, watched with his eyes twitching, but there was nothing he could do.
"I'm sorry, my brother has always been unruly, and it's my fault that I couldn't help but say a few more words to him." Lu Yanbei sighed:
"My brother and I have been wandering the world since we were young. I believe that an elder brother is like a father, so as the elder brother, I always want to discipline him more. But he... Never mind. I won't say more."
Lu Yanbei held his forehead with one hand, feeling somewhat helpless:
"Brother Qiao, for the sake of the people of Lonely City, publicly taught the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra", which impressed people. If there is any need for me, I will help you."
"But this time I brought Brother Qiao here, but I didn't expect that I couldn't help but say a few more words to him, which delayed Brother Qiao's business."
"No need, and I don't have anything important to do anyway." Qiao Mu said casually.
He acted casually based on his own preferences, and he had no serious intentions in mind when he came to see the banished immortal.
If this banished immortal is a big boss, he will be prepared to take his gold coins. If this banished immortal is an old grandfather, he will find ways to fleece him.
As it turned out, this banished immortal seemed like a stubborn and stubborn person, so he had nothing to say.
Unexpectedly, after saying this, Lu Yanbei was surprised and said:
"Aren't you going to ask him for the Pure Yang Wuji Gong technique?"
Qiao Mu was stunned.
Lu Yanbei looked at Qiao Mu's reaction and roughly guessed what was going on. He just said:
"I have been in the martial arts world for a lifetime, so I am considered to be well-informed. I even fought with you in the martial arts arena. It is not easy for you to hide your martial arts skills from me."
"The martial arts you mainly practiced should be the Heyang Qiao family's "Eternal Life Fist Sutra" and the former Wudang sect's "Pure Yang Wuji Gong", right?"
The Changsheng Fist is quite famous, and Lu Yanbei is even more familiar with the Chunyang Wuji Gong.
"My brother was spotted by a Taoist priest from Wudang in the past and was accepted into the sect as a true disciple, so he practiced the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu. Of course, this happened many years ago."
"He has long been an abandoned disciple of Wudang, and now even the Wudang Sect no longer exists." Lu Yanbei looked a little embarrassed.
It seemed that this past event made him feel a little reluctant to look back on it. It was obviously not a pleasant thing.
"Come to think of it, it seems that the Wudang Sect was wiped out by the Martial Saint?" Qiao Mu unconsciously glanced at the Exiled Sword Immortal who was sleeping.
Even if he was an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he still had connections with the sect. He seemed to be a really heartless person as he could sit back and watch the sect being destroyed.
Unexpectedly, as soon as these words were spoken, the snoring above the immortal statue stopped.
"You're saying bad things about me while I'm not paying attention, aren't you?" Jian Zexian's voice was filled with annoyance:
"Those Wudang bullies are not good people. They asked me to represent our sect in a duel, but I lost."
"I was seriously ill at the time! I almost lost my life, but because of this, they said I had ruined the reputation of the Wudang sect and wanted to expel me from the sect."
"It's better not to join such a sect!"
"Even if I don't join Wudang, I'm still the leader in swordsmanship!" the Exiled Sword Immortal shouted, his voice loud and clear, and his aura was overwhelming.
He seemed to have quite a grudge against the Wudang Sect. At this moment, he was a little less lazy and had more of the sharpness of a strong man.
It would have been fine if Jian Zexian didn't speak, but as soon as he started talking, the well-mannered old man Lu Yanbei couldn't hold back anymore.
"It's been so many years since the incident happened, and you think you can start confusing right and wrong? I'm still alive."
"Can you tell me clearly what disease you were suffering from at that time?" Lu Yanbei asked.
"... I won't talk to you about these old stories." Jian Zexian said nothing, jumped into the backyard of the Taoist temple, and disappeared.
Lu Yanbei glanced at the direction where Jian Zexian disappeared and could only sigh in his heart.
"I'm sorry, I got so angry when I saw him, I couldn't hold it in."
Lu Yanbei sighed.
In front of Jian Zexian, his self-control and composure as a martial arts master of his generation were gone.
Qiao Mu was also feeling strange watching from the side. Whether from the appearance, age difference, or the way the two brothers spoke, they looked more like father and son than brothers.
"Mr. Lu, what disease did the Exiled Sword Immortal have?" Qiao Mu was curious.
Lu Yanbei looked embarrassed and did not answer immediately, but talked about other things.
Qiao Mu's curiosity had been aroused. He thought about it and deliberately asked:
"I think the Wudang Sect has gone too far. Birth, aging, illness and death are normal. How can they expel a disciple from the sect just because of a serious illness? This Wudang Sect is really heartless."
Lu Yanbei hesitated to speak, and finally could only explain:
"It's not Wudang's fault."
"Because my brother, before he represented the sect in the sword fight, was suffering from... syphilis."
Chapter 189 Lonely City Arsenal (3k
Venereal disease
Qiao Mu gasped on the spot and subconsciously glanced in the direction where the exiled swordsman left the backyard of the Taoist temple, exclaiming how terrifying it was.
After all, he is a Wudang Taoist priest and can fight on behalf of the sect. He practices the sect's secret martial art "Pure Yang Wuji Gong" which is only available to a very small number of disciples. The status of Jian Zexian in the Wudang sect back then was definitely not that of an ordinary disciple.
When these core disciples go out to fight with other sects, they represent the face of the sect... Especially since Wudang is a famous and large sect, and it is also a Taoist sect. This syphilis trick can indeed be said to be a first for Wudang sect.
Seeing Qiao Mu silently looking towards the backyard of the Taoist temple, Lu Yanbei misunderstood him and thought he wanted to enter the backyard, so he quickly waved his hand to stop him:
"Brother Qiao, don't go into the backyard of the Taoist temple."
"This backyard is his forbidden area. No one can enter except him, not even me, his elder brother."
Qiao Mu became interested after hearing what he said:
"It seems that there is some secret hidden in this backyard?"
Lu Yanbei was startled and shook his head:
"I once asked him about this, but he avoided the question and didn't give me a direct answer. He just said that there were only some uncarved stone lumps in the yard, which were not worthy of the attention of outsiders." Lu Yanbei thought for a while:
"If it was an ordinary woman, I would have seen it before, so there was no need for him to hide it from me."
"Brother Qiao, do you think he might be hiding quietly, with a thousand swords buried in the backyard, ready to come out one day and slay the immortal?"
"I think you think too highly of your brother." Qiao Mu spread his hands.
"I think it's more likely that there are dozens of statues of his confidantes in the backyard, but they may be naked."
Lu Yanbei was speechless for a moment. He imagined what his own brother would do and felt that this was really possible.
He could only sigh and lead Qiao Mu out of the abandoned Taoist temple.
"If Brother Qiao wants other spiritual cultivation techniques, there should be a few preserved in the armory of the military camp in this city. Brother Qiao might try his luck there." Lu Yanbei said:
"This arsenal was built under the supervision of General Li Changge in the past, and the one guarding the warehouse now is General Li Changge's brother."