"And is the Immortal-killing Army real or fake?"
If there is an army of immortal killers in this world, it would be difficult to hide it from the Tingchao Tower which has many eyes and ears.
Reason told Qianliyan that this was probably fake, but after seeing several generations of the Qiao family claiming to be the Immortal Army and dying for it, he became unsure again.
Chapter 216 The truth behind Qiao Mu's resurrection (4k
A blood-red setting sun hung in the sky, and the sunset glow also appeared a dark red. At first glance, it seemed as if the entire sky was stained with blood.
The desert was vast and boundless under the setting sun, and an old man was standing on a sand dune practicing boxing.
The old man was very focused and intoxicated. He was practicing boxing alone in the desert, and there was no other living being.
In the desert at setting sun, an old man is practicing boxing alone. The desert is boundless and vast, with only the occasional hot wind blowing in his face, bringing up wisps of yellow sand, as if he is the only one left in the world.
It can be seen that his boxing skills are extremely proficient. Every move comes to him with ease, as smooth and natural as breathing. They have been integrated into his body and become a part of him.
Selfless and focused, he was completely immersed in this desert world, feeling lonely but determined.
Suddenly.
There was a sound in the desert.
There was a clear sound of metal breaking, and vaguely one could see the shadow of a golden chain breaking in the bloody sky.
The old man looked up suddenly, coming back to his senses from his previous concentration, but his hands continued to move, still punching, and he just glanced around blankly.
"Where is this?" He first looked around, then noticed his own movements.
Is he practicing the Changsheng Fist
What was even more bizarre was that the desert in his memory was nearly a hundred miles in radius, but the desert he was in at the moment was more than ten thousand miles in radius? It was endless in all directions, as if the whole world was left with only this desert.
As his thoughts emerged, the desert seemed to change silently.
At the end of the sight was no longer endless yellow sand, but a pass, which was exactly the Anxi Pass in Qiao Mu's impression.
Behind Qiao Mu, there was no longer endless yellow sand, but an old, dilapidated city had quietly appeared.
Qiao Mu suddenly turned around and was shocked. He was very sure that there was no isolated city behind him just now. How could there suddenly be an extra city
What's even more outrageous is that the gate tower of the lonely city in reality has collapsed, and the entire city was half destroyed in the sandstorm stirred up by Taoist Qingzhuo. Why is it that the city in front of him, although old, is largely intact and exactly the same as the lonely city in his initial impression
As Qiao Mu had this thought in his mind, the lonely city in front of him also changed silently. The city gate tower collapsed, the road behind the city wall was filled with dust, and the houses on both sides were crushed by the yellow sand... .
Qiao Mu frowned. He had a vague guess in his mind. As his mind moved, the Ouroboros Immortality Lock in his mind emitted a faint light, and a stream of information emerged from it.
This death evaluation: C- (died in battle from exhaustion, frightened away the aliens)
Lifespan lost due to death: 5 (1*5) years
Remaining resurrections this week: 0/5
Current age: 205 (5 years remaining)
Qi and blood: 21%
Skills: Slightly
"Good fellow, are you really going to lock him up in a small dark room for five years to practice martial arts and then erase his memory?"
Qiao Mu realized something, but immediately frowned, realizing that things were not simple.
This is not a small dark room or a time chamber where time flows at different speeds inside and outside the room, but... a dream.
"Yes, it was a dream."
Qiao Mu was very sharp-minded and had already noticed something strange about this world.
After S-’s death last time, the second chain of the Eternal Life Lock broke.
But in fact, there was another change in his body, but time was tight and he didn't have time to recall it carefully.
He broke through to the second level of spirit refining.
The characteristic of the second level of soul refining is that the mind is stronger than the third level. After entering the second level, all memories from childhood to adulthood can be clearly presented in the mind, similar to the so-called hyper-amnesia, and one can almost remember everything at a glance, and can also recall dusty childhood memories.
At the same time, the powerful mind can further explore the surroundings, unlike the third-grade mind refinement, where the intuition is limited to oneself.
So now Qiao Mu, who had already entered the second level, could barely recall all the memories that had been forgotten by his brain...
No wonder every time he came back to life and recalled the details of his past martial arts training, he felt like it was a dream... It turned out that it was really a dream, but he had forgotten some of the details.
Fun fact: In fact, most people dream every night, and on average they have 4-6 dreams.
The so-called dreamless night is actually just forgetting the content of the dream after waking up.
However, self-perception in dreams is different from reality. In people's perception, time passes more slowly in dreams than in reality.
In ancient times, there was a story about a traveler who dozed off in an inn and spent his entire life in his dream, from a scholar to an official in the imperial court, and finally to a prime minister, and finally to his death at the age of eighty. When he woke up, he realized that his life was just a dream, and the inn's yellow rice was not yet cooked.
There is also a dream, in which you spend thirty years of wealth and glory, and only when you wake up do you realize that you were only in a dream.
Just a moment in the world, decades in a dream.
"I have been dreaming..."
Qiao Mu suddenly remembered something and hurried into the lonely city in his dream. He pushed open the door of the house where he once lived in the city, stopped in front of a mirror in the bedroom, and stared at his face in a daze.
The person in the mirror looked very old. Qiao Mu had never seen anyone older than the person in the mirror.
His skin was loose, and there were age spots and wrinkles on his face. His cheekbones had become high, and his hair had turned white and was casually scattered behind his head, almost reaching his waist.
Qiao Mu has seen this kind of old man many times, and it is not the first time he has looked in the mirror.
He didn't care too much about it in the past.
Although aging in appearance is also a price to pay, Qiao Mu believes that this price is actually very small.
Ordinary people who practice martial arts also have to spend a long time before they can see the results, but he skipped the long years of accumulation.
Now it seems otherwise.
After each physical death, he did not immediately come back to life, but his consciousness was trapped in this dream world for nearly two hundred years.
"So I am really over 200 years old?"
In my mind, scenes from my youth emerged.
At the age of 20, he charged alone and died in the hands of bandits, so he practiced hard in the valley of his dreams for eight years, eight years of sleepless nights and forgetting to eat and sleep, and he practiced the spear skills until he was proficient and developed muscle memory.
When he was in his forties, he was burned to death in the city of Heyang in Nanzhou. So he practiced martial arts in his dreams until he was over sixty with gray hair.
At the age of sixty, he died on the execution ground in Caishikou, and his blood-soaked bread was eaten by others. So he practiced hard in his dreams for thirty years, and in one fell swoop he practiced Hai Wuya's Sumeru Mountain King Sutra to the fifth level, which Hai Wuya had not yet reached.
At that time, Hai Wuya's "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" only had the first four levels, and it was not complete. The fifth level of skills was deduced by Qiao Mu in his dream over the past thirty years. Later, in the Imperial Capital Medical Clinic, he used the reason of "family handed down skills" to hand over the perfect fifth level back to Hai Wuya, which could be regarded as returning a favor.
The memories of the past nearly two hundred years are now vivid in my mind, and every detail in the memory appears clearly in my mind.
Qiao Mu looked at himself in the mirror and subconsciously took a half step back. He suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of strangeness towards the old man in the mirror.
He had always thought that he was still a young man, and that his aging appearance was only superficial, but now he realized that he had indeed lived for more than two hundred years...
Thinking of this, he suddenly realized.
No wonder every time he came back to life, the martial arts he practiced happened to be exactly the same as the martial arts he wanted to practice.
No wonder when practicing "Thousands of Changes of Flesh and Blood", Qiao Mu created his own new technique, and the flesh and blood clone derived from the corpse just happened to fit his ability.
It turned out that he had really deduced it himself, but he had forgotten what happened in the dream.
The time in dreams and in reality are not the same.
Qiao Mu lowered his head, and the Ouroboros Immortality Lock in his mind emitted a faint glow.
The longevity lock, also known as the life-saving lock, is a kind of gold and silver ornament worn by children in ancient times. It is similar to a jade pendant or a necklace, usually hung around the neck of a child. Its shape is lock-shaped. Its meaning is to "lock" life and prevent the child from dying young.
In ancient times, children’s longevity locks would often have messages such as “live a hundred years,” “good luck and prosperity,” or “live a long and prosperous life” written on them to bring good luck.
But Qiao Mu's immortal lock is not like that.
There is a clear Ouroboros pattern on the Longevity Lock. The material is neither stone nor jade, and it only exists in Qiao Mu's mind.
The four words on the lock of immortality mean "immortality"!
"The Immortality Lock... locked my life. I won't die, but every death means that my consciousness will be trapped in a dream for a long time... It's just that I have forgotten the training process I experienced in the dream. Only vague memories and solid muscle memory are left."
It's hard to say whether this is a reward or a punishment.
The world is bitter and turbid. No matter how hard and tired ordinary people are, life will eventually come to an end, and there will be a day of liberation.
But it is different with Qiao Mu. He is a man who cannot die. Every time he dies, he will practice alone in his dreams for a long time. He cannot be liberated even after death. In a sense, he is a prisoner in the dream.
If there is an underworld in this world, then Qiao Mu's life obviously cannot be taken away by the underworld, and cannot be detained by the immortal gate formation. His life has been firmly locked by the Ouroboros Immortality Lock from beginning to end, and he keeps cycling between life and death.
"If this is a dream, then what the hell are these different levels of death evaluation?"
Qiao Mu frowned and thought.
The death evaluation ranges from low to high, representing different qualities of death. The higher the evaluation, the longer the dream lasts.
The C-level evaluation lasts only about 1 year, but the S-level evaluation lasts for decades.
I don’t know how long the dream lasted. After thinking for an unknown amount of time, Qiao Mu came up with a guess:
“Perhaps, the different levels of death evaluation actually represent the depth of the dream.”
"The higher my death rating, the deeper my dream will be after I die."
The time in dreams is not the same as that in reality.
As the dream deepens, time passes slower and slower.
In a shallow dream, a moment of the outside world is equivalent to a year in the dream. In a deeper dream, a moment of the outside world is equivalent to decades in the dream, just as the ancient book says "A Dream of a Yellow Millet".
"Then the question is, how do I wake up? Do I really have to stay in this dream for six full years?"
Are you kidding
Qiao Mu seldom practiced martial arts in the real world, but now he had to practice hard in this dream for six full years
Qiao Mu walked alone on the deserted street, feeling confused.
He looked at the endless desert outside the city, raised his head and saw the unchanging sun in the sky. He stood on the street, not knowing what to do.
At this moment, he was wandering aimlessly alone in this empty city, as if the world had been destroyed and he was the only survivor.
At first he was very confused and just walked by himself in the empty city in his dream.
He did not practice martial arts. For the first time in his life, he felt a strong resistance to practicing martial arts. He just walked aimlessly, letting thoughts echo in his mind.
"Are all my memories of training real? It's just that I haven't entered the stage of spiritual cultivation yet and I can't recall the memories in my dream. After I woke up, I naturally forgot them?"
"What the hell is this Ouroboros Immortality Lock?"
He didn’t know how long the years were in the dream, he just walked alone in the dream.
From the lonely city into the desert, from the desert into the imperial capital of dreams, into the Heyang city of dreams, and then to the original Yan city.
The scenery in his dream kept changing with his mood, but what remained unchanged was that no matter where he went, there was no one there, as if it was a cage with only him.
I didn’t know how long the years were in the dream, nor how long he had walked before he stopped in confusion.
Maybe a few days, maybe a few months
In the past, he did things without any taboos. He didn't have to consider whether it would offend the powerful or weigh the pros and cons. He just did whatever his heart wanted and acted recklessly.
The only price he had to pay was the aging of his body.
But now he realized that every time he died, he would spend decades in prison in his dreams
It didn’t matter that he couldn’t remember his dreams before, but now he couldn’t pretend that he knew nothing.
"Why do this?" He suddenly felt discouraged.
It’s like a corporate citizen passing by a school and suddenly hearing the bell ringing. He subconsciously thinks he is late, and then realizes that he has already graduated.
Qiao Mu has always considered himself a young man, but who would have thought that he is actually a genuine amnesiac old man over 200 years old
"I have lived in a daze for more than two hundred years, and only now do I realize that I am already an old man."
"What do I want? Do I want to pretend to be an elder because I have wrinkles all over my face? No, I'm not pretending to be an elder, I really am an elder."
Qiao Mu felt inexplicably cold and had lost interest.