"But he was too naive. He had experienced too many obstacles in the past twenty years..."
"Even if Li Changge took the lead, the other military masters, even if they knew they would die, were unwilling to contribute their own martial arts, or the martial arts they learned from their masters..."
Prejudice is not so easy to break, even at the moment of death.
As the saying goes, I would not sell my truth for a thousand taels of gold, but I would rather say goodbye to an old friend at the crossroads.
The "Tao" that one has mastered and the martial arts that one relies on to make a living will never be passed on to others, no matter how much money one has.
"In the first ten years, few people responded. Later, too many people died... The remaining military masters gradually let it go." The old man with half a face looked at the library full of secret books and said:
“So, there is this library full of secret books.”
“But in the following years, problems arose again.”
"The remnant soldiers and the young and strong men in the city have different qualifications. When they enter this arsenal, they tend to choose those famous and large sects' skills. For example, the basic chapters of the other eight soul-refining skills often make slow progress."
"So, Li Changge spent more than ten years of hard work to create this "Military Martial Arts Canon" and a secret method in it called "Military Spiritual Secret"."
"The Art of Military Strategy?" This name caught Qiao Mu's attention.
"My brother Li Changge is the founder of the 'Lingxi Jue'. The 'Lingxi Jue' means to have telepathic connection with each other. It seeks that a couple can have a mutual understanding and telepathic connection with each other, even if they are separated by a long distance and cannot be together, they can still feel each other's connection."
"And the 'Military Spiritual Secret' is a further deduction of the 'Spiritual Secret', and is also a secret method of refining the mind that can be practiced by low-ranking warriors. It was created by Li Changge for the young men in the army, and it seeks to achieve mutual understanding among the soldiers.
"With this 'Military Spiritual Secret', the battle formation and combined attack method in the 'Military Martial Classic' can be put to good use."
The old man with half of his face exposed stared straight at Qiao Mu.
In fact, he strongly recommended "Military Code" for his own selfish reasons.
After Li Changge's death, this isolated city no longer had a general capable of commanding the entire army and taking on important responsibilities. Although Captain Hai was not bad, he was just barely qualified.
Before his death, Li Changge had sought help from the sword-exiled immortal in the city, but the other party obviously had no intention of taking responsibility.
"Mr. Qiao has already practiced the Martial Spiritual Secret Technique, so I think practicing the Military Spiritual Secret Technique will be a piece of cake for him." The storyteller Qianliyan also chimed in:
"Li Changge was also one of the best military commanders in the imperial court in the past, second only to the former Martial Saint. From the fact that he was able to create the 'Spiritual Secret' and the 'Military Spiritual Secret', we can also get a glimpse of his talent."
"I don't think the other eight soul-refining techniques are as good as Li Changge's "Military Martial Arts Canon."
Qiao Mu thought about it and agreed, so he chose this one.
But a thought flashed through my mind.
Oranges grown in the south of the Huai River are oranges, while oranges grown in the north of the Huai River are tangerines.
Based on the "Lingxi Jue" that the couple had a tacit understanding of, Li Changge created the "Military Lingxi Jue" for fighting on the battlefield, while the Martial Saint created the "Martial Holy Lingxi Jue" for achieving his own success by draining the energy of others, thus branching out into two completely different paths.
After selecting the secret book, Qiao Mu did not leave, but spent the whole night reading in the armory.
The next day dawned.
Qiao Mu spent half a day and came to the military camp in the city again, explaining the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" to the soldiers and civilians in the city and answering the difficulties they encountered in their practice.
Qiao Mu's foundation was very solid. After all, he was a cheat. He had already practiced the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" to the fifth level, which even his great master Hai Wuya had not reached. He was so familiar with the first five levels that he could recite them by heart and could answer beginners' questions at will.
The soldiers and civilians in the city were also very enthusiastic about the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra", especially those old soldiers who were too old and had retired from the battlefield.
Qiao Mu's move brought prosperity to this isolated city that had not been seen in forty years.
Only Captain Hai, who knew the inside story, sighed in his heart. He knew very well that the prosperity was mostly due to Qiao Mu bringing the news of reinforcements from Dayan, and it was just an illusion.
As time goes by, you will eventually have doubts.
However, there are only 300 veteran soldiers left in this isolated city, and they may not be able to hold out until the soldiers and civilians in the city become suspicious.
...
afternoon.
After finishing his talk, Qiao Mu once again came to the residence of Jian Zexian, the gate of the abandoned Taoist temple.
"It's not that difficult to please someone." He said to himself:
"This Hualiu Sword Immortal, his life's hobby is nothing more than that thing in the crotch. If you want to exchange it for the "Pure Yang Wuji Gong", you can only take out a bargaining chip that makes him excited. It's very simple."
Qiao Mu lowered his head to glance at the several secret books in his hands, which he had memorized in the library last night.
One is the compiled "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra", and the other is... "Iron Crotch Kung Fu"!
Chapter 191: Older, Stronger (4k
Qiao Mu walked into the gate of the Taoist temple, stepped on the fallen leaves in the yard, walked past a rockery at the gate of the yard, and sure enough, he saw the exiled sword immortal again on top of the fallen tall statue of the immortal.
The exiled immortal Jian Ze was almost the same as yesterday, still sitting on the immortal's head carving a stone statue, but the stone statue in front of him was no longer the "Ah Zhen" of yesterday. It had a new face, and it looked like a female monk in Taoist robes.
Qiao Mu complained in his heart: "It's a bit outrageous. I didn't see this statue yesterday. It's not one of the dozen stone statues in the hall... Could it be that it is thinking about some female cultivator from the immortal sect?"
Jian Zexian didn't even look at Qiao Mu who had come in, and just focused on carving the stone statue. He didn't seem to care about Qiao Mu's arrival. Until Qiao Mu cleared his throat and started to taunt:
"Sword Exiled Immortal, you are now very old, can you still fight in battle with a spear?"
"Is it because you have no energy left and you spend every day carving stone statues of women in this Taoist temple, sighing in despair?"
Jian Zexian's carving action suddenly stopped. He applied a little force with the flat knife in his hand and stabbed it deeply into the head of the stone statue. A small piece of stone fell off.
"Old ghost, who are you talking about?" He frowned and turned his head, looking down at Qiao Mu, with obvious displeasure on his face:
"You are a 109-year-old ghost, and you still have the nerve to say that I am old and frail?"
Even so, there was still no aura or murderous intent of a high-level warrior on his face. He seemed like just an ordinary person and did not give Qiao Mu any sense of danger.
"Don't be angry. We are not young anymore. Sometimes we have to accept our age." Qiao Mu smiled.
He was not afraid of angering Jian Zexian, but he was afraid that he would not be interested and would not pay any attention to him at all, so he deliberately used words to provoke him.
But what concerned him a little was that Jian Zexian actually knew his exact age
I don’t know if it was Lu Yanbei who said this or if there was some other reason.
But for Qiao Mu, it was a good thing that Jian Zexian knew his age.
"My Qiao family has thousands of men, and they rely on these two secret books. These two secret books may be helpful to you as well..." Qiao Mu said as he took out two secret books that he had prepared in advance from his arms.
But before he could finish his words, Jian Zexian sneered:
"Do you want to hear what you are saying?"
"Since you know that I'm the world's number one swordsman, why are you still coming to my door to sell me martial arts secrets?"
"Sumeru Mountain King Sutra? This secret book is indeed interesting, but not very interesting. It is useful to the old soldiers in the city, but useless to me."
Qiao Mu was stunned, a little surprised at Jian Zexian's knowledge of the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra".
Jian Zexian saw Qiao Mu's surprise and snorted coldly:
"Just a frog in the well."
"You have not yet entered the stage of Spirit Refining, and you do not know the wonders of the third level of Spirit Refining."
"A third-grade soul refiner can have sharp intuition and anticipate the enemy's moves."
"If you enter the second level, your powerful mind can further explore the surroundings, and all your memories from childhood to adulthood can appear in your mind in detail."
"When you reach the first level of Spirit Refining, your mind can even control physical objects, which is similar to the way immortals control objects with magical powers."
"And I am the best swordsman in the world. Even if I don't leave this Taoist temple, nothing in the city can escape my notice."
According to Jian Zexian, Qiao Mu’s sermon in the military camp yesterday had actually been noticed by him.
Qiao Mu nodded in understanding, but still insisted on continuing:
"Jian Zexian, the first time you were number one was forty years ago."
"Jiuzhou has just suffered heavy pressure from the aliens. The martial arts progress in the past forty years has surpassed that of the previous hundreds of years."
"So, the secret book I took out is naturally extraordinary. It is a modern method that is at the forefront of today's martial arts."
Jian Zexian was still aloof and cold: "What do you mean by modern law or ancient law? You can use these words to fool those bumpkins who have never left this city."
"Even if I sit in this city for thirty years, I will still be invincible in the world. How can the modern methods of the Kyushu warriors be worthy of my attention? They are not even worthy of my attention."
"You are too conceited. I really don't know who is sitting in a well and looking at the world from afar?" Qiao Mu retorted and took out two books in his hand.
"I have two secrets here. One can help you stay strong even when you are old, and the other can help you stay strong even when you are old."
"If we practice both, we can be as wild as a young man and see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day."
Still strong with age? Still strong with age? What the hell
While Jian Zexian was thinking, he saw Qiao Mu leaning over, picking up a huge stone as big as a millstone in the yard with both hands, and smashing it hard on his crotch!
Crotch
Jian Zexian felt a sudden pain in his balls subconsciously, but the next moment he saw the stone as big as a millstone shatter into pieces, while Qiao Mu stood still without even a shake in his standing posture.
"Hard skills learned through external training?" Jian Zexian immediately understood.
He could naturally see that Qiao Mu did not use any secret internal energy to protect his body just now, but relied entirely on his own hard work to block the attack.
Jian Zexian sat on top of the immortal statue, his expression still aloof:
"Your level of hard work is just so-so, why are you showing off in front of me?"
"In the past, the Shaolin Luohan Hall monk was known as the best in hard skills and indestructible, but he was still killed by my sword. Your hard skills are just ordinary, it's just that the part you practiced is a little special."
But the next moment his pupils trembled.
Because Qiumu picked up the millstone-sized stone and shook it directly at him.
In the center of the boulder, there was a hole as thick as a child's arm, and cracks around the hole were like spider webs.
This thing wasn't broken by being smashed, but by being stabbed? !
"This is Jiuzhou's current Iron Crotch Skill, a hard skill passed down from my Qiao family!" Qiao Mu's expression was calm, showing the demeanor of a master:
"When you reach a high level, it's not just as hard as a rock, but you can also manipulate it like an arm, up and down, left and right, or shrink the penis into the abdomen."
"As the saying goes, a true man is one who can bend and stretch. This Iron Crotch Kung Fu is in line with the way of a gentleman. It is quite extraordinary!"
It is estimated that there is no other martial artist in the world like Qiao Mu, who has practiced Iron Crotch Kung Fu for nearly a hundred years.
Just talking about the attainment of Iron Crotch Kung Fu, he can be considered the best in the world!
Jian Zexian's eyes widened. He had just been dismissive of the Mount Sumeru Sutra, but now the magic of the Iron Crotch Skill made him lose his composure.
He, Jianzhexian, was the best in the world forty years ago and had defeated all the heroes in the world. What kind of advanced martial arts had he not seen
Punch through a boulder as big as a millstone? He had never seen this before.
"Is this the current law of the Nine Provinces in the outside world? It seems that I underestimated the heroes of the world." Jian Zexian stared at the pierced boulder and exclaimed:
"Every generation has its own talented people, each of whom leads the trend for hundreds of years."
"There is actually such a miraculous hard skill in the world. I am not alone!"
He secretly hated it.
If he had practiced the Iron Crotch Skill earlier, he would not have suffered from syphilis and almost died of a serious illness.
After Jian Zexian finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab the Iron Crotch Skill Secret Book in Qiao Mu's hand, but Qiao Mu dodged him calmly.
"Didn't you say that the martial arts from the outside world are not even worthy of your taking a look? I still prefer your rebellious look just now." Qiao Mu said.
Jian Zexian paused for a moment, then said stubbornly:
"To me, all martial arts in the world are just a piece of waste paper. They are meaningless."
"Actually, I'm not interested in martial arts. The main reason is that this hard skill is in line with the way of a gentleman, and I'm obviously a gentleman, so why shouldn't I practice it?"
The exiled swordsman was extremely greedy.
Qiao Mu smiled: "Since you are a gentleman, you won't take my secret book for nothing, right?"
The Exiled Immortal Jian was startled.
Then he got down from the immortal statue, bent over to brush the dust off his trouser knees, and slowly bent his knees towards Qiao Mu.
arbor:
"Why must it come to this?" He hurriedly stepped forward to support Jian Zexian, preventing him from kneeling.
"That's not the case." Jian Zexian said emotionally:
"I met Brother Qiao today. It can be said that I regret that we met too late."