"Brother Qiao has made the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" public. With such broad-mindedness, I think the military camp armory will also be open to you."
Upon hearing that there were secret manuals on martial arts, Qiao Mu was immediately excited and expressed his desire to go. Lu Yanbei also seemed very enthusiastic and offered to lead the way.
But as he walked, he intentionally or unintentionally once again brought the topic to Jian Zexian.
"I, 'Wood Sword Wanderer', have been traveling the martial arts world for so many years, and I have actually gained a small reputation. I have also been abiding by morality for many years, and I have carefully selected chivalrous and righteous people as my disciples."
"As the saying goes, the eldest brother is like a father. My brother and I started to venture into the martial arts world when we were young, and he wanted me to be his role model. However, he went further and further astray. I guess it's because I failed to discipline him."
Lu Yanbei kept talking.
When he got old, his mouth became more and more broken.
In fact, he had selfish motives in bringing Qiao Mu here to find Jian Zexian.
The sword had been banished to the city for many years, but when Lu Yanbei saw Qiao Mu coming to the lonely city, he lied about attacking the immortal army, which inspired the soldiers and civilians of the entire lonely city and swept away the old ills.
He had a glimmer of hope in his heart, thinking that by bringing Qiao Mu, this variable, maybe he could bring some changes to the Sword Exiled Immortal, who had been in a slump for a long time
As for martial arts and the like, they were all external things. In his opinion, even Wudang had disappeared for decades, and the "Chun Yang Wuji Gong" had even been included in the Wu Ji Association's arsenal. Why would he still need to treasure it
So he brought Qiumu over.
If Qiao Mu had a way to change Jian Zexian, whether it was asking for martial arts or something else, he wouldn't mind helping out.
"My brother actually has a good reputation. Brother Qiao can start from this point and cater to his interests." Lu Yanbei suggested.
"I think Mr. Lu has a better reputation?" Qiao Mu said bluntly.
If Jian Zexian really had a good reputation, why did he have such a bad reputation in this isolated city
But Lu Yanbei is different.
He was busy running back and forth, fighting side by side with the old soldier and guiding Qiao Mu to find Jian Zexian, all the time thinking about how to clean up the mess of his own younger brother.
Hearing Qiao Mu say this, Lu Yanbei also smiled bitterly.
Even though he had a bitter smile, he still wanted to save some face for his own brother in front of Qiao Mu. This was the last stubbornness of an old man like him.
"In fact, he was not like this when he was a child. This may also be related to the life experiences of my two brothers."
"My brother and I are actually from the Lu family, a family of officials in the imperial capital. We are the illegitimate sons of the previous Minister of Rites."
Lu Yanbei is very frank and speaks frankly about his background.
At his age now with one foot in the ground, he has become indifferent to many things.
The issue of his background that he had kept secret when he was young, he could now speak openly to Qiao Mu.
Of course, this also has to do with the impression Qiumu gave him.
In his eyes, Qiao Mu was a centenarian, more than 20 years older than him. Strictly speaking, he was a generation older than him and could be considered a senior with an extraordinary mind and bearing.
If Qiao Mu was replaced by a 20-year-old boy, even if he preached the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" on the street, Lu Yanbei, relying on his status as an elder, would most likely not expose his shortcomings.
"My father was the Minister of Rites of the previous generation, a great scholar and a role model for others. My mother was a well-known female knight in the martial arts world..."
"They were originally completely unrelated, it was just a fleeting romance..."
The combination of a romantic official and a chivalrous female hero is actually not that outrageous.
The outrageous thing is that after waking up the next day, the heroine told Father Lu to go without worry, that her internal strength was profound and she could use her internal force to force it out, and there would be no connection between you and me anymore.
Mr. Lu believed it.
As a result, many years later, when Lu's father became the Minister of Rites and his status was at its peak, the female knight came to him with her two children, using them as bargaining chips to blackmail him for money... .
"It was really hard to live under someone else's roof. My brother and I soon left home to venture out into the world, keeping each other company..."
When talking about the past, Lu Yanbei's face was calm and his eyes were deep, showing the indifference of an old man.
Seventy or eighty years passed.
Both the Minister of Rites and the female knight had died of old age long ago.
Therefore, Lu Yanbei did not have too many complaints towards his step-parents. Even if he had any before, they were gone now.
His younger brother, Lu Yannan, the exiled swordsman, doesn't seem to be so prudent...
As the two chatted about the past, they had already walked to a corner of this lonely city and came to an old warehouse in the military camp.
"This is the armory in the city. I won't go there." Lu Yanbei said goodbye and reminded before leaving:
"If Brother Qiao is determined to ask my brother for the copy of 'Pure Yang Wuji Gong', perhaps we can give him what he wants."
"Please cater to his needs?" Qiao Mu thought thoughtfully:
"Are there any prostitutes in this city?"
Lu Yanbei laughed in silence, did not answer, turned around and left.
Qiao Mu pushed the door open and walked into the warehouse.
There was a white-haired old man sitting at the door, drowsy, and when he saw Qiao Mu coming, he opened one sleepy eye and raised his head.
The old man had burn scars on his face, half of his face was destroyed, and his left eye socket was empty, looking somewhat scary.
Seeing Qiao Mu's gaze pause on his face, the old man did not get angry, but just explained lightly:
"It was the alien's bone-eating fire. It's lucky that he was able to cut it off in time and save his life."
"Mr. Qiao, you came to this armory to look through the martial arts collected in this city?" The old man obviously recognized Qiao Mu and had a deep impression of him.
After all, the number of foreign warriors still alive in this isolated city can be counted on one hand, not to mention Qiao Mu who entered the city with such a grand momentum.
"That's right." Qiao Mu looked up at the warehouse. There were quite a few martial arts secrets books on the rows of shelves, and they were filled to the brim.
"Mr. Qiao's explanation of the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" on the street is really noble and I admire him." The old man with only half of his face left pulled his skin and flesh, as if he was trying to smile, but he looked very creepy:
"If it is according to my idea, with Elder Qiao's contribution, you should be able to read the books in this arsenal at will."
"It's just that the more chaotic the times, the more we need to follow rules. Without rules, this isolated city wouldn't have survived until now."
"How about this, there are nine kinds of spiritual cultivation techniques in this city, Mr. Qiao can pick any one and read through it."
The old man led Qiao Mu directly to the third floor of the warehouse, personally took out the spiritual cultivation techniques, and placed them in front of Qiao Mu.
But as the two of them walked, a person in the corner of the warehouse was attracted by the noise and walked over.
"Why is Mr. Qiao here in the armory?"
The person who spoke was Qianliyan, the storyteller who arrived in the city with Qiao Mu. He was holding a thick thread-bound book in his hand.
"What are you looking at? Let me see too?" Qiao Mu's heart moved.
The storytellers of Tingchao Tower are known for their profound knowledge, and Qianliyan is obviously not an ordinary storyteller.
I think the martial arts that he values are not ordinary things.
However, the storyteller with clairvoyance was startled and immediately handed the book in his hand over.
Qiao Mu flipped through it casually for a few times, only to find that this was not the martial arts secret book he had imagined, but... a record book
"This is the history book of our city." The old man with half a face sighed:
"Kyushu may have forgotten us, but we must not forget the brothers who sacrificed their lives... So this history was written."
“Even if we all die, the descendants who arrive at the ruins of this city thousands of years later may be able to get a glimpse of the blood and tears of the soldiers and civilians in the city over the past forty years, and our deeds can be passed down to the world.”
"If no one comes, we can record the past of our brothers who sacrificed their lives, which will be a comfort to ourselves."
Isolated in the desert for forty years, one hundred thousand remnant soldiers died one after another, leaving only half of the city's women and children. The history of this isolated city for these forty years is soaked in blood and fire.
The remnant of the army and the young and strong men in the city were fighting outside, while some minor officials and disabled veterans who were unable to go to the battlefield were taking notes in the city and compiling a history of the isolated city.
This is the history that the storyteller with a clairvoyant eye is reading.
Chapter 190 The Second Spiritual Resonance Technique (3k
"You are actually reading a history book?" Qiao Mu looked at the thick volume in his hand and looked at Qianliyan with some surprise.
The old man in the arsenal, with only half of his face left, explained:
"This storehouse in the military camp is not only a weapons storehouse, but also a document storehouse."
"In addition to the history of this city, there are also classics and histories of the Great Yan Dynasty and even the previous dynasties. These are the books collected before this city was besieged."
"No, what surprises me is that you, a storyteller from Tingchao Tower, are reading history after entering the armory? Aren't the martial arts in this armory full of interest?" Qiao Mu was very surprised.
Although Tingchao Tower is aloof, it is also a force in the underworld.
The armory of this isolated city is extraordinary. It was built by Li Changge and contains the secret treasures of martial arts and skills from the remnants of the 100,000 soldiers of the former Great Yan Dynasty.
This armory can be seen as a youthful version of the Wu Ji Hui armory of the Martial Saint.
It can be said that the idea of the Martial Saint to put aside sectarianism originated from this.
Of course, the martial arts included in this arsenal are all ancient methods from the previous generation of martial artists forty years ago.
The Martial Saint later defeated all the major martial arts sects and created the modern martial arts method. Naturally, his weapons cannot be compared with the arsenal in this isolated city.
A storyteller from Tingchao Tower entered the armory and should have been frantically reading the martial arts therein, so why did he start reading history
The Clairvoyant chuckled softly.
"Mr. Qiao, I am a storyteller, actually a 'strange storyteller' in Tingchao Tower."
"Since entering this city, I've realized that 'real things' are not bad at all. Compared with fictional anecdotes, they have a more moving power."
As one of the pillars of the strange news school, Qianliyan is good at making up strange stories, no matter how bizarre they are.
"I'm not bragging, but after being a storyteller for many years, I still have some skills."
"What about the top ten rotten crotches, the top ten amorous stories in the martial arts world, the eunuch Emperor Wu in the deep palace, and the scholar who mistakenly entered the daughter village..."
"How to make up a strange story, how to make up an outrageous story that is unexpected but reasonable, I have experience in this matter."
"Thanks to this skill, I joined Tingchao Tower, and over the years I have become somewhat famous in the martial arts world."
Qianliyan looked at the thick book in his hand, and his tone unconsciously became heavy.
“But the reality is different.”
Made-up anecdotes can easily attract attention, but they lack authenticity.
Clairvoyant flipped through the pages of the book in his hand:
"This isolated city still exists in our dynasty, standing alone in the desert to resist foreigners for forty years. In the previous dynasty and the previous dozen dynasties, although there was no unprecedented threat like foreigners, there were still barbarians harassing the border, and the soldiers guarding the border also fought to the death."
"All the storytelling skills I have mastered are vulnerable in the face of 'reality'."
"As a storyteller, I already know enough martial arts. Whether or not I read the martial arts in this arsenal is just that. As for the historical facts recorded in the books, I always feel that I don't know enough."
Qiao Mu looked at him with a slightly new respect. Where had the rebellious look of this storyteller in front of Captain Hai gone
While the two were talking, the old man from the library had returned and placed the nine mystical books on alchemy in front of Qiao Mu.
You can choose any one of the nine secret books. This can be exchanged for Qiao Mu's preaching of the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra".
But at this moment, the Clairvoyant who was reading a book next to him interrupted:
"The main techniques that Elder Qiao uses to train his strength are the Changsheng Fist Classic and the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu, both of which are top-notch and superior martial arts."
"If you want to choose a spiritual practice, it's actually best not to switch to other practices."
"It is said that the Changsheng Fist Sutra was taught to the ancestor of the Qiao family in Heyang by an immortal who he met in the mountains. It is suspected to have the background of a certain immortal sect. The internal strength cultivated is moderate and peaceful, and can be practiced together with other exercises."
“But the Wudang's unique martial art, the Pure Yang Wuji Gong, is the most yang-attributed martial art. If one randomly chooses to practice other spiritual cultivation techniques at the same time, at best the internal strength will be mixed up, and at worst there is the risk of going astray.” Thousand-Li Eyes explained the story.
Previously, at the military training ground in the military camp, Lu Yanbei personally revealed the truth that Qiao Mu had not yet cultivated his spirit, indicating that he was taking another path, so Qianliyan also knew it well.
"I understand." Qiao Muxin said that he was actually well aware of this, so now he was concentrating on how to get the second half of "Pure Yang Wuji Gong" from Jian Zexian.
Although the spiritual skills in this library are quite good, I think they cannot be compared with the Wudang secret skills. I came here just to try my luck and get a guaranteed result.
"In that case, maybe Mr. Qiao can choose this "Military Martial Arts Codex." The old man in the library suggested:
"This technique is not only a spiritual training technique, but also includes many martial arts moves, covering battlefield weapon skills such as military spearmanship, swordmanship, and archery, as well as the method of combining battle formations."
“Even if you don’t use this method to cultivate your spirit, the martial arts techniques recorded in it are enough to benefit you endlessly.”
At this point, the only remaining eye of the old man in the library showed a gloomy look:
"This was compiled by my brother Li Changge. It is the result of his hard work over the past twenty years. It is not pure martial arts, but an attempt to create a martial arts that combines the best of military martial arts with his own efforts..."
"This storehouse was built under the supervision of my brother, General Li Changge. He tried to get the remaining soldiers after the alien war to hand in their martial arts and skills, share them with each other, and open up their differences, so as to enhance the martial arts of the remaining soldiers."