“Can you be called a hero if you don’t feel short of breath?”
"Besides, we don't have time to practice martial arts." Jian Zexian said calmly:
"The Great Dao Sect's Elder Qingzhuo is probably on his way. This lonely city will be destroyed today. Why are you still practicing martial arts?"
Jian Zexian seems to know a lot, but he doesn't reveal it to others on weekdays.
It was just that at this moment, when everyone was relaxing and resting after the war, it suddenly came out, which shocked Captain Hai and others.
"Jian Zexian, what do you mean by this?" Captain Hai asked with a frown.
Barely surviving the bloody battle, only to learn that another powerful enemy is coming, and suddenly jumping to the level of an immortal sect elder
"As a warrior, I only have a limited understanding of the internal situation of the Da Dao Sect." Jian Zexian explained:
"This Elder Qingzhuo is said to be a cultivator of the same generation as the headmaster of the Da Dao Sect. As a sect elder, his status should be only below the headmaster and several elders who are ranked higher."
An elder at the top of one of the nine great sects... .
Captain Hai felt bitter and his heartstrings tightened again.
He had more and more doubts in his mind, and looking at the strange behavior of Jian Zexian, he couldn't ask a single question.
"You seem to know a lot about the Immortal Sect?" Qiao Mu also asked.
Jian Zexian was already walking towards the city gate step by step. After hearing Qiao Mu's question, he asked back:
"Why do you think I came to this lonely city?"
"Isn't it because you're hiding from the Martial Saint?" Lu Yanbei blurted out.
Qiao Mu was tricked into coming here by Dao Zhen, a disciple of the Da Dao Sect, and Lu Yanbei was in much the same situation.
And Jian Zexian? Obviously there was another reason.
"Martial Saint? I am indeed avoiding him." Jian Zexian admitted openly:
"The Martial Saint forty years ago was not qualified to challenge me."
"And thirty years ago, I didn't want to fight with the Martial Saint in life and death."
When the two fight, one of them will die. The winner will be the Martial Saint, who will take on the responsibility of eleven top martial arts masters.
Jian Zexian didn't want to take responsibility.
Although he thought that his strength was still above that of a Martial Saint at that time, he had already started to give up thirty years ago.
The fight between top spirit-refining warriors is no longer a simple contest of moves, but also a battle of minds.
Since Jian Zexian didn't want to take responsibility, it meant that he no longer had the desire to compete with the Martial Saint.
A swordsman who has lost his fighting spirit may not be able to display his skills to the fullest even if his skills are still there.
When fighting a life-and-death battle with a figure like the Martial Saint, it would be a huge weakness if you lose the spirit of competition.
"But these are two different things. If I wanted to hide from the Martial Saint, why would I come all the way to this lonely city?"
Jian Zexian entered the city gate and walked towards the old Taoist temple step by step, talking as he walked, completely unaware of the gazes of others.
"Do you remember that this lonely city is not without people leaving it?"
"There was once a child in the city named Gu Zhen. He was a rare natural spiritual root, so he was accepted as a disciple by Elder Qingyi of the Da Dao Sect and was taken away from this cage."
"And I am just a prisoner who was captured and brought here by Taoist Qingzhuo thirty years ago."
"Thirty years ago, that old man Qingzhuo told me that I was born to be a sword immortal, and asked me to cut off my worldly ties and convert to immortality."
"Then what did you answer at that time?" Lu Yanbei's heart tightened and he asked quickly.
He knew that his brother was cold-hearted by nature. If he really tried to cultivate immortality, he would probably become a great disaster to the land of Kyushu.
And what does it mean to sever worldly ties... Isn't his brother a part of Jian Zexian's worldly ties
"I said to that old man Qingzhuo at that time, you are a sword type, your whole family is a sword type."
"Then I was imprisoned in this city." Jian Zexian continued:
"That old man said to himself that he wanted me to see with my own eyes the difference between immortals and mortals, to see clearly how weak mortals are, and then to sever my ties with the world and convert to immortality in the future."
"Qingzhuo has left a restriction in my body. If I help the old soldier in this city, he will come in person and kill all the soldiers and civilians in this city."
Captain Hai felt a chill in his heart when he heard this.
If Jian Zexian was a good person, he would probably be afraid to act rashly and would have witnessed with his own eyes the deaths of 100,000 remnant soldiers over the past 30 years. As Jian Zexian, a famous man who had never been on the battlefield, he would surely be criticized by the whole city.
Thirty years have passed. Will Jian Zexian, who is used to seeing the life and death, sacrifice, love and hate of mortals, cut off his worldly ties and convert to immortality as Elder Qingzhuo wishes
"Is that why you didn't draw your sword for thirty years and silently endured the criticism of the whole city..." Lu Yanbei couldn't help asking.
Although Captain Hai who was standing beside him still disliked Jian Zexian's character, he was also listening quietly, his emotions fluctuating.
"Don't be so quick to move yourself." Jian Zexian said calmly:
"To threaten me with someone else's life is just ridiculous to me."
As long as he has no morals, no one can kidnap him.
Jian Zexian watched the sacrifice of the remaining soldiers in the city for thirty years. He only felt confused and puzzled, and did not understand their behavior.
However, he did not turn to the Immortal Sect like Elder Qingzhuo, but made a third choice.
He started right away.
The exiled immortal Jian Ze did not help the old soldiers in the city fight, nor did he try to escape from this isolated city. Instead, he just stayed in the Taoist temple and carved stone statues. Thirty years passed in a flash.
"Since I have taken action today, I think that old man Qingzhuo will be here soon."
"So, today is indeed your last battle, because from now on, this city will become history." Jian Zexian said calmly.
Captain Hai and others felt a chill in their hearts, only Lu Yanbei still had expectations for Jian Zexian.
He still has some understanding of his younger brother.
These thirty years have been a mess.
But since he took action today, he must have made some kind of decision in his mind.
Chapter 210 It's time to leave the city (5k
"After today, this city will become history." Jian Zexian's tone was very calm, as if he was chatting about daily life.
He was very calm. He had known the truth of the matter for a long time, but he did not reveal it to anyone. He just watched coldly in the isolated city for thirty years.
In a sense, he is indeed a man with a heart as hard as iron.
He didn't take Taoist Qingzhuo's threats seriously, nor did he care much about being locked up in this cage. He just carved stone statues every day.
The remaining army of Dayan has gradually withered away over the past thirty years, and only half of the city is left with women and children. Their sacrifices could not really move Jian Zexian, and he just watched coldly from the sidelines.
But Lu Yanbei still had expectations for him.
"So, what are you going to do? Since you know that Taoist Qingzhuo is coming, you won't just sit there and wait for death, right?" Lu Yanbei asked.
"Fifth brother, why do you still harbor hope in me?" Jian Zexian said helplessly:
"Thirty years ago, I was no match for Taoist Qingzhuo, otherwise I would not have been imprisoned in this cage."
"As for now, I have wasted thirty years and killed more than two hundred bean generals. I am already exhausted. How can I fight against that Taoist Qingzhuo?"
After hearing this, Captain Hai and others felt disappointed.
They had only heard of Jian Zexian's strength before, and this was the first time they saw him in action.
It can only be said that there is no false reputation under a great name. Even an old sword-exiled immortal whose power has declined and whose energy and blood have weakened after thirty years of slump still has an invincible posture.
Thirty years ago, Jian Zexian was fifty-seven years old. Although he had entered middle age, as a martial arts leader who practiced the Pure Yang Wuji Gong, he was probably no weaker at the age of fifty-seven than he was in his youth.
Martial arts can be divided into internal and external. Although Chunyang Wuji Gong is not an internal martial art like the "Changsheng Fist Classic" that was specially created for the purpose of martial arts immortality, it is also the most advanced ancient martial arts. With Jian Zexian's martial arts attainments, it is not surprising that he can still be powerful in his fifties or sixties.
Even the Exiled Sword Immortal at his peak was defeated by Taoist Qingzhuo, let alone now.
Hai Duwei and others had witnessed with their own eyes how powerful the old sword-exiled immortal was, so they knew even more about how powerful the extraordinary person was.
But at this time Qiao Mu interrupted:
"If you are short of energy and your internal strength is weak, how about I make up for it?" Qiao Mu said seriously:
"I heard that there is a special martial arts family in the Tingchao Tower's ranking, the Xue Family."
"No one in the Xue family lives past fifty, so before the end of their lives, they will pass on their lifelong cultivation skills to the next generation, so the next generation of the family head has extremely deep internal strength."
"I also practice the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu, and my power comes from the same source as yours. If I can give you the power, are you confident?"
Captain Hai and the others looked surprised, but they were no longer surprised.
Although this was the first time they met the Qiao family, the father and son Qiao Shuangsen and Qiao Ruisen had already left a deep impression on the military and civilians of this city.
Qiao Rusen was so selfless, which actually fits their perception of the Qiao family better.
But the storyteller with clairvoyance shook his head.
"Mr. Qiao, it's not that simple to empower your skills."
If the power can be transferred to a higher level as long as one has the spirit of "self-sacrifice", then there should be a super master in this isolated city who has inherited the power of 100,000 soldiers.
The same is true for the Kyushu in the outside world.
If martial arts skills could be easily passed on to the next generation, there would be countless blood families in the martial arts world.
Anyway, before the old man dies, he can pass on his skills to the next generation.
"There is only one Blood Family in the martial arts world." Clairvoyance said:
"This is actually because the Blood Family is very special, with a unique physique and a special initiation secret method that is difficult for others to replicate."
"Besides the Blood Family, there is actually another Martial Saint who is proficient in this."
"The Blood Family is the one where the older generation actively infuses their skills, while the Martial Saint uses the Martial Spiritual Rhinoceros Art to absorb the Qi and blood of others, and use it to absorb the 'spirit' of the Spiritual Martial Artist. This is forced acquisition, using others to achieve one's own martial arts."
Generally speaking, whether it is absorbing other people's skills or actively receiving skills infusion, there are great limitations.
The process of transferring power is not lossless, and even if it succeeds it may not necessarily be a good thing.
Even if you eat ten kilograms of pork belly, you won’t gain ten kilograms of weight.
However, once your skills become mixed, it will be detrimental to your advancement in martial arts and will be tantamount to destroying your own future.
"Absorbing Qi and blood is just a minor skill." Jian Zexian also said:
"Why not just eat people directly?" He said casually:
"The essence of Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue lies in refining the spirit, rather than simply absorbing the qi, blood and internal energy. Wu Sheng used this method to achieve the strongest state of refining the spirit. Thirty years later, if he were still alive, I think his achievements in refining the spirit would be unmatched."
"Besides, although your skills are profound, your realm is slightly lower." Jian Zexian said bluntly:
"We have accumulated enough quantity, but we are still at the upper third level."
"Although both you and I practice the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu, we can't generalize... Third brother, what rank of martial artist do you think I am?"
Qiao Mu thought for a long time. He had already killed a first-class warrior in the imperial capital.
Although there are strong and weak among the first rank, the gap between Qin Shiqing and Jian Zexian is as huge as heaven and earth.
"Negative one level?" Qiao Mu guessed.
Jian Zexian suddenly laughed and gave Qiao Mu a slightly strange look:
"In fact, it can be called...superb."
"There are nine ranks among warriors in the world. Who makes the distinction among the nine ranks?"
"Through the distinction of ranks, following the nine-rank official system, the warriors of the world are divided into three, six, and nine ranks. Each rank is granted the title of Wu San Guan, who can enter the court to join the army and receive the salary of the corresponding rank..."
"It is the imperial court that classifies the ranks of warriors in the world." Jian Zexian said with a smile:
"So, a first-rank official is considered the most powerful person in the Great Yan court?"
"That's not the case."
"A first-rank official is indeed a leader in the officialdom, but looking at the entire Great Yan, there are people who are more powerful than a first-rank official."
"For example... the empress, the emperor, the princes, these important members of the royal family naturally have extremely high status."
"For example, a vassal king with a large army."
"For example... the Emperor of Dayan himself."