"I know there are still iron crotch skills in the world. Just like when the clouds are parted to see the blue sky, I know that I am not alone!"
Am I not alone
It turned out that he thought I was a fellow practitioner of Hua Liu Jian Xian because of this Iron Crotch Kung Fu... Qiao Mu thought for a long time before he caught up with the train of thought of Hua Liu Jian Xian.
At this time, Jian Zexian looked up at the sky, looking at the rolling yellow sand desert outside the city.
This city is obscured by the immortal formation, and one can only see the desert, but not the Anxi Pass outside the desert, nor other areas of the Nine Provinces outside.
"Over the years, I, the banished immortal of Jiuzhou Wuwojian, must have been very lonely."
The Exiled Sword Immortal straightened his hips, ready to make a move.
Is it Jiuzhou that is lonely or are you lonely? After all, there are no brothels in this city, Qiao Mu complained in his heart.
Jian Zexian said excitedly: "I am invincible with my sword, and Brother Qiao is invincible with his crotch kung fu, so we are compatible. From today on, Brother Qiao is my half-brother, Jian Zexian Lu Yannan!"
"Even brothers have to settle accounts clearly." Qiao Mu thought that this guy didn't have the bearing of a master at all. Was he trying to recognize a sworn brother and get his Iron Crotch Skill for free
"I'll be frank. I want to use this 'Iron Crotch Kung Fu' to exchange with you for the Soul Refining Chapter of the Wudang's unique 'Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu'."
The Exiled Immortal Jian was startled.
"I see. It's just a Wudang secret skill. It's such a small matter. Why do you bother me to come and ask for it?" Jian Zexian said with a smile:
"In fact, big brother has already practiced the Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue, and has been stuck at the threshold of soul refining for many years, right?"
"The Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue is originally a method of refining the mysticism. Although it is not a true method of refining the spirit, it can also train the mind..."
"Brother, although you haven't entered the soul refining stage, your foundation is actually deeper than that of an ordinary third-grade master."
“Even without the Soul Refining Chapter, I think I am only one step away from achieving the third level of Soul Refining.”
Jian Zexian changed his previous coldness and arrogance, and now seemed quite amiable and took the initiative to give instructions.
In fact, although Qiumu was stuck at the threshold of spirit refining for only a few months, it was equivalent to decades for ordinary people, or most of his life.
With such accumulation, it will naturally be profound.
The two of them had a pleasant conversation in the yard and made a simple agreement.
From today on, Qiao Mu will teach Jian Zexian the "Iron Crotch Skill", and Jian Zexian will teach Qiao Mu the "Pure Yang Wuji Skill" - the soul-refining chapter.
"Jian Zexian, speaking of the Pure Yang Wuji Gong, there is actually one thing I don't understand." Qiao Mu took this opportunity to ask a question that had been lingering in his mind.
"Brother, please feel free to speak. I will tell you everything I know. I hope you will treat me the same way." Jian Zexian said.
Qiao Mu said: "The Wudang sect's unique Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu can actually be considered as the most advanced boy's Kung Fu."
“Although my cultivation will not be ruined due to the leakage of my primordial yang, if I can maintain my virginity, my cultivation will be twice as effective with half the effort, and I can accumulate deep internal energy.”
"And you..." Qiao Mu looked at Jian Zexian suspiciously.
As a swordsman with many female confidantes all over the world, it is obviously impossible for him to be a Yuanyang body.
The exiled swordsman smiled carefreely:
"Brother, you have accumulated a hundred years of experience and can endure what others cannot endure. You have inherited the legacy of Wudang Founder Zhang Zhenren, and I admire you very much. That is why your internal energy is extremely long-lasting and profound."
“But you have your way, and I have mine.”
"In my opinion, Yin alone cannot produce anything, Yang alone cannot grow, when Yin and Yang combine, everything comes into being, this is the way of heaven." Jian Zexian smiled and said:
"You gained a long and deep inner strength, while I gained the way of heaven. You and I each gained something."
At this point, an angry rebuke came from outside the courtyard:
"What nonsense are you talking about? You can fool others with these words, but can you fool yourself?"
The footsteps came closer and closer. It turned out to be Lu Yanbei who walked in with two food boxes filled with dishes.
"Second brother, you are here too?" Jian Zexian greeted Lu Yanbei who came in and glanced at the two food boxes in his hands:
"Why did you only bring two food boxes? Why didn't you prepare a meal for my eldest brother?"
Lu Yanbei:
If he couldn't beat him, he would have taught this old but young-hearted brother a lesson anyway.
However, after he walked into the courtyard, he glanced at Qiao Mu calmly. Seeing that Qiao Mu and Jian Zexian seemed to be having a good conversation, the wrinkles on his face unconsciously relaxed a little.
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Military camp arsenal.
After Qiao Mu left, Qianliyan was the only one left in the huge library, reading with the old man who had only half of his face left.
As he was watching, Qianliyan suddenly stood up from his chair, his pupils trembling slightly.
He read a shocking story in the history of this isolated city.
He quickly left his seat and went to the old man who was dozing in front of the library. He slapped the heavy history book on the table and asked:
"Hasn't there ever been a single person leaving this city?"
"Several decades ago, there was a child born with a natural spiritual root, who was sent by you to join the Immortal Sect?"
"That's right." The old man opened his one eye and explained:
"That child's name is Gu Zhen, and he grew up in this city."
"Heavenly spiritual roots are one of the top spiritual roots. At that time, General Li Changge was thinking of letting this child join the Dao Sect. After he learns immortal arts in the future, he may be able to break the siege of this city."
"Even if he is unable to rescue the child, he is innocent after all. If he can join the immortal sect because of his own aptitude and leave this desert, giving him freedom and being able to take care of himself can be considered a good deed."
The old man continued his story, not quite understanding why the storyteller, Clairvoyance, suddenly became excited.
"My secular name is Gu Zhen..." Qianliyan's expression was somewhat complicated, and he said slowly:
"If it were someone else, they might not know, but I, Tingchao Tower, happen to have information about this person."
"After he entered the Immortal Sect, he became a disciple of Elder Qingyi and his Taoist name was given to him as 'Daozhen'."
Chapter 192 Siege (3k
Inside the dilapidated Taoist temple.
"It seems that Brother Qiao has got what he wanted." Lu Yanbei smiled.
At his age, he no longer cares about things like martial arts.
Qiao Mu's arrival could bring some changes to the Sword Exiled Immortal, which had been in a slump for thirty years, which was a good thing in his opinion.
No matter how things change, can it be worse than it is now
The only thing that made him a little nervous was that the thing Qiumu used to please him was actually the "Iron Crotch Kung Fu"
"What's wrong with the Iron Crotch Kung Fu?" Jian Zexian was not justified but still felt strong:
"The hardest thing to do is to practice the skills under the crotch."
"Brother Qiao Shuangsen is my adopted parent. I feel so sorry that I met him too late. If I hadn't smashed the statue in the Taoist temple, I would have dragged him to join me and become sworn brothers."
Big brother? Reborn parents
Your generation is a bit confusing. Qiao Mu complained in his heart.
On the contrary, Lu Yanbei looked calm, and it was obvious that he was somewhat accustomed to Jian Zexian's words.
The elder brother knew clearly that his younger brother, Jian Zexian, seemed sentimental but was actually a ruthless person.
He said Qiao Mu was his reborn parents, not because of the charm of the Iron Crotch Kung Fu. In fact, it was because in Jian Zexian's mind, parents did not have the heavy weight that ordinary people saw.
Their father was the former Minister of Rites, a sanctimonious scholar who talked about etiquette and morality. The birth of the two brothers was just an accident.
The mother is a female hero in the martial arts world, but in fact she does not live up to her reputation. She only sees her two children as bargaining chips to threaten her wealth and glory.
Of course, the relatives on my father's side did not have a good face when facing the two illegitimate sons of Lu Yanbei and his brother.
Various means, both overt and covert, forced the two brothers to run away from home at a young age and venture into the world.
And Qiao Mu gave him an iron crotch, which enabled him to remain strong and healthy as he grew older. It is no exaggeration to say that he was his second parent.
After all, in Jian Zexian's view, the so-called parents only gave him a good appearance.
Therefore, Jian Zexian, this person, never respects heaven or earth, disregards etiquette and ethics, is sentimental and ruthless everywhere, and is unrestrained.
The only person he could respect a little was Lu Yanbei himself, his brother who had been with him since childhood.
Such a person, however, possessed real and superb martial arts skills, so much so that he defeated all the warriors in the world forty years ago and earned the reputation of the banished immortal among swordsmen.
An ordinary warrior is not worthy of the title of exiled immortal.
Even if one is the best warrior in the world, it would be an act of usurpation if he dares to call himself an immortal.
After all, there are really immortals who are high above everyone else in this world.
Lu Yanbei put away his thoughts and frowned, "But what's the point of practicing this iron crotch skill?"
"Is there a place in the city where you can use your Iron Crotch Skill? Don't go out and cause trouble----"
"Second brother, what are you talking about? How can I be interested in this half-city old woman?" Jian Zexian's face changed suddenly, and his words were very straightforward:
"This iron crotch skill is a gentleman's martial art."
"A gentleman hides his talents and waits for the right time to act."
"It's not that we're not moving, it's just that the time has not come yet."
Hearing that Jian Zexian was going to hide his weapon, Lu Yanbei felt relieved.
But on second thought, this might be a good thing.
In an isolated city, there is no place for the iron crotch to be used.
The lonely city is surrounded by vast desert.
So what’s the use of practicing the Iron Crotch Skill
Lu Yanbei already knew that what Qiao Mu said about the immortal-killing army was actually a lie, and there was no reinforcement from Dayan.
Therefore, there is no so-called turning point for this isolated city. It is destined to perish, it is just a matter of sooner or later.
With only 300 defenders left, the city was not far from destruction.
If there is anyone in this city who can possibly remain unscathed when the building collapses, perhaps it is only this former martial arts champion, the banished immortal with the best swordsmanship in the world.
If this Iron Crotch Skill could make Jian Zexian want to leave Kyushu, even if it was only a little bit, it would be a good thing in Lu Yanbei's opinion.
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To the west of the hundred-mile desert is the gate of the Da Dao Sect.
The clouds and mist were hazy, and rays of light flashed and came and went like a weaving net.
"Going to the Hundred Mile Desert to practice magic now requires a full 100 spirit stones?"
"I just went there a while ago, and the price was 50 spirit stones per trip. Isn't the increase a bit too fast?"
Dao Shun, a disciple of the Da Dao Sect, looked at the sect steward in front of him and was obviously a little unconvinced.
"Don't be unreasonable." The deacon said calmly:
"You also know that the city in this [Hundred Mile Desert] has reached its final stage. Without reinforcements, its destruction is not far away."
"Once this city is destroyed, the [Hundred Mile Desert] will be closed."
"Moreover, this is not an ordinary place to practice magic. You have gained something, so why are you still making trouble here?"
Daoshun was speechless for a moment, he certainly knew what the deacon was talking about.
The great formation surrounding the isolated city is not limited to the ability to confuse and confuse people.
But there is some dissatisfaction in my heart.
The last time when he controlled the paper figures to attack the lonely city in the desert, he happened to encounter a rare foreign warrior who seemed to be holding a "Boundary Breaking Talisman" into the battle.
It turned out that this warrior was quite powerful, so his group of 300 paper soldiers only killed 13 old soldiers in total.
Minus the half given to the sect, the total number of military souls is six.
Although it is difficult to quantify the value of a mortal's soul, the value of a soul varies greatly from person to person.
The old soldiers who have been able to hold out for forty years until now are all extraordinary and cannot be compared to the 100,000 elite soldiers at the beginning of the Alien War.
The lonely city in the desert is an extremely harsh environment with a shortage of water and food, so no matter how much you practice martial arts, your progress in martial arts will not be fast.