The storyteller's previous guess was actually very reasonable.
Qiao Mu always had a choice. He could have chosen the easy mode, not to mention the option of slaughtering all the nine states and incarnating as Shura to suffer negative high-quality deaths... With his strength, he could have been the king of the martial arts world long ago.
If you can’t beat a foreigner, can you beat a warrior
Not to mention being a dog for the nine great immortal sects, he could easily become a superior person and enjoy wealth and honor. Why did he have to fight and die every time, and then sit in a prison in his dreams for decades after death? Why bother
As he thought this in his mind, he once again began to practice the Changsheng Fist on the streets of Yancheng in his dream, flowing as smoothly as water, over and over again.
No matter what he thought in his heart, after practicing boxing for nearly two hundred years, boxing had long become a muscle habit of his and a part of his life.
Chapter 217 The era of Qiao Mu is over (4k
Qiao Mu had no answer as to what the Ouroboros Immortality Lock was, but since he had no way to wake up from the dream early, how should he spend the next five years
After wandering aimlessly in the dream world for three months, Qiao Mu began to punch subconsciously on the streets of Yancheng in his dream.
after all.
Life is like Rape. Since you can't resist it, just enjoy it.
Qiao Mu thought so casually.
He was not a bitter and vengeful person, and his temper had always been a little off. So after the first three months of confusion, although he could not say that he had let it go... it was impossible for him to let it go.
"If a person is isolated for five years, he would go crazy, let alone for more than two hundred years. How can I accept this..."
The mental strength of a second-grade soul cultivator far exceeds that of ordinary people. He can clearly recall the dusty memories of his childhood. Now, the experience of practicing martial arts in the dream world for more than two hundred years comes to his mind, leaving him with mixed feelings.
"Speaking of Lei Pu... How did I practice my Iron Crotch Kung Fu? No, although Iron Crotch Kung Fu is a dirty and hard skill, it is still a martial art after all."
"Compared to the Iron Crotch Skill... How did I master those bedroom techniques I got from the Martial Saint in my dreams?"
Qiao Mu fell into deep thought.
"Chrysanthemum Acupuncture Points", "The Art of Recognizing Fragrances", "Beating People with a Big Stick", "Yellow Dragon Searching for Clouds"... ..
The memory emerged clearly in my mind.
Qiao Mu clearly remembered that in his dream he had studied the secret books of sexual arts day and night, practicing hard in the hottest days of summer and the coldest days of winter.
As long as you work hard enough, you can grind an iron rod into an embroidery needle. After years of study, Qiao Mu had mastered these bedroom techniques to a small level of success.
"How can I practice the art of sex without actual practice? Should I recite the whole text from memory?"
Qiumu suddenly realized this problem.
wrong!
It shouldn't be like this!
If he was in a dream, there shouldn't be only cities and streets around him, there should also be people.
Just as in the art of sex, even if there is no actual practice, there should still be an imaginary object for practice.
As Qiao Mu's thoughts emerged, people suddenly appeared on the streets of Yan City.
There were only a few pedestrians, about seven or eight of them, with pale faces and thin bodies, which was exactly in line with Qiao Mu's impression of the former residents of Yancheng.
Although these pedestrians existed, their faces seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, with only vague facial outlines but no clear facial features.
“The pedestrians in the lucid dream are not real people, and it is difficult to imagine real people?”
"If my mind is stronger, or if I am more familiar with a person, I should be able to manifest him clearly in my dream."
“Although I cannot wake up from the dream, I am indeed the master of this dream.”
Then Qiao Mu understood.
At this moment, there was a loud bang in the sky, and five big words fell from the sky.
This! Is! Not! The! Thing!
Qiao Mu looked up at the words in the sky and suddenly realized something.
Since this is a dream... ..
"Then it's time to use my own secret method, the Big Breasted Girl Visualization Method."
In the spirit of seeking knowledge to study the mysteries of the dream world, Qiao Mu made a decisive decision.
A vague human figure quickly took shape in front of Qiumu.
This was a broad-minded woman, with long black hair like a waterfall, eyebrows like distant mountains, but her eyes were closed, like a fairy walking out of a painting... She was good in every way except her facial features. The more Qiao Mu looked at them, the more familiar they seemed.
If I think about it carefully, she is 70% similar to the blind girl Qiao Canxue.
"Change the material..." Qiao Mu pondered for a while, and finally the figure in front of him disappeared, leaving only a blurry human figure with an unclear face.
"Whether men or women, there seem to be very few people I am familiar with, who can appear in my dreams with clear faces?" Qiao Mu was stunned.
If I think about it carefully, less than a year has passed since I came to this world.
This was less than a year, but for Qiumu it felt like nearly two hundred years.
Every death often means a change of identity and name. His original name was Qiao Mu, and later changed to Qiao Lin Qiao Sen... Qiao Ruo Sen.
Logically speaking, a 200-year-old person should have a lot of experience and should have met countless people in his life, so there should be quite a few people who can appear in dreams.
But Qiao Mu is not.
In less than a year, the number of people he met and knew wasn't actually that many.
From Yancheng in Nanzhou, Heyang Prefecture City, and then to the imperial capital in Zhongzhou, it seemed that I had seen a lot of scenery and people along the way, but in fact, it was just a cursory sightseeing.
No one maintained a long-term interpersonal relationship with Qiumu because he died so quickly.
Before they had time to get to know each other, he had already turned into a pile of bones.
Old Huang from Yancheng, Captain Qian and the female chief captain from Heyangfu City, or Hai Wuya from the imperial capital... they are all like this.
In fact, this was a deliberate choice on his part.
As a strange man who was either courting death or on the way to death, being with him meant danger and death, so after Yancheng, Qiao Mu kept a distance from others intentionally or unintentionally.
So along the way, from small towns to big cities, there were many corpses of Qiao Mu buried in every area.
People say that the Qiao family values righteousness over life and death, and that they have the legacy of ancient chivalrous people. However, he has been alone from beginning to end, and no one knows his true identity. They only think that there really is a mysterious and powerful martial arts family in this world.
Familiar long-term friends and partners did not exist, and the only thing that accompanied him was his own corpse. So Qiao Mu could not think of any familiar people that could materialize in his dream.
Jian Zexian still has an elder brother, Lu Yanbei, and although Qiao Mu has many brothers, they are all himself in different guises.
After much thought, there are only two "characters".
The first one is Qiao Canxue, whom Qiao Mu met before he started his crazy and suicidal behavior.
The second is a mute cat demon named Wuchang who follows him relentlessly.
"Life is so lonely like an avalanche"
A calico cat jumped out from the shadows, then approached Qiao Mu cautiously step by step, and finally collapsed at Qiao Mu's feet, sticking out its tongue as if it was paralyzed.
"Although... isn't it a bit pitiful to dream about petting a cat?"
Qiao Mu sighed, and all the human and cat figures in the dream disappeared without a trace.
Instead, there was a tall and strong man with a stern look, but his actual age could not be determined.
This is the Martial Saint.
Although Qiao Mu doesn't have many familiar friends, he still has some familiar enemies.
In this dream world, the moon was already high in the sky, and the soft moonlight was splashing on the angular muscles of the Martial Saint, just like the scene when he first met the Martial Saint.
Although it was a dream, the appearance of the Martial Saint was still quite oppressive.
"Come here and die." The Martial Saint in the dream waved gently towards Qiao Mu.
"This is not the real Martial Saint, but the Martial Saint in my mind. It is limited by my understanding of the Martial Saint and does not represent the true strength of the Martial Saint."
"But it can represent his true face..."
Qiao Mu took a deep breath and his body shot through the air like an arrow.
"The demon disintegrates!"
The blood in his body almost boiled. At this moment, the blood-colored internal energy surged out like a tide, like endless waves.
But no matter how hard Qiao Mu fought, the Martial Saint just sat on the altar and blocked all his attacks with just a finger.
If Qiao Mu's internal strength is like a surging river, then the Martial Saint is like a dam blocking the river. No matter how turbulent the water is, it is always a level higher than the water, blocking all attacks.
"Are the martial saints in reality really that strong?"
Qiao Mu suddenly recalled that when the Martial Saint first appeared, the flash of his sword slashed out, and the bone-corroding fire of the Saint Maiden Wu Qingxin was directly extinguished.
Looking at it from his current perspective, he naturally saw the extraordinary aspects of it.
Bone-Eroding Fire is a magic spell created by a great immortal monk to target ordinary warriors, so it is naturally extraordinary.
The relationship between internal strength and the immortal way's bone-eroding fire is similar to that between water and fire, but there are actually differences.
Even someone as strong as the first level of the Spirit Refining Realm cannot block the Bone-Eroding Fire head-on and can only dodge through his Spirit Refining Realm intuition. Once the fire touches his body, he can only explode with his internal energy to temporarily resist it and then cut himself with the fastest speed to escape.
But the performance of the Martial Saint that night was more than that.
He is the only warrior Qiao Mu has ever seen who can extinguish the immortal's bone-eroding fire. No one else can do it except him.
"Is it a super-grade internal energy? Like the Sword Exiled Immortal, the Martial Saint has also entered the super-grade stage long ago?"
"So, what is the difference between super-grade internal energy and how can it extinguish the bone-eating fire? How can a warrior reach the super-grade level?"
Qiao Mu's mind moved, he stopped what he was doing, stood with his fists clenched, and looked at the Martial Saint in front of him.
At the side of the Martial Saint, another figure appeared silently.
Sword Exiled Immortal.
Qiao Mu had never witnessed Jian Zhexian taking action in person, but he had fought alongside Jian Zhexian who turned his body into a sword. So although he could visualize Jian Zhexian in his dreams, he could not imagine how Jian Zhexian fought.
"Although it is limited to my personal understanding, in this dream, both the Martial Saint and the Sword Exiled Immortal can be my sparring partners."
“Perhaps I can also explore a path to excellence from these two people.”
There are nine ranks of warriors in the world, but this is also an artificial distinction made by the Great Yan court.
Forty years ago, there were only ten outstanding warriors in the world. Each of them was a martial arts master of an era, like the exiled immortal Jian Zexian. They were all martial arts pioneers who opened up a path when there was no other way forward.
"What is the super-grade internal energy? Maybe I can get a glimpse of it."
As soon as he thought of it, the figure of an old man in Taoist robes appeared on the side.
This person is the Taoist Qingzhuo, an elder of the Da Dao Sect. His face is blurry and his figure is rather vague, appearing and disappearing, and he is not as solid as the Exiled Immortal Sword and the Martial Saint.
The surrounding scene also changed quietly, transforming into a half-collapsed empty city in the desert, while Taoist Qingzhuo was suspended in the air, pinching the magic formula in his hands.
After reaching the second level of spiritual cultivation, his memory became extremely strong and he could remember everything he saw. Therefore, Qiao Mu in the dream could review the battle that had just passed at any time.
After carefully watching the battle just now, Qiumu discovered something obvious.
Qiao Mu, who is still in the realm of spirit refining, is actually unable to threaten the life of Taoist Qingzhuo.
Even though Taoist Qingzhuo was already injured, Qiao Mu's two sneak attacks were both avoided in time by the other party, so he failed to succeed.
Taoist Qingzhuo was only hit by one sword during the whole process, which was the first "Heaven-Cutting Sword Technique" that the Exiled Immortal Sword Guided him to perform.
"Without the Sword Exiled Immortal, the range of my internal energy is ultimately limited, and it is qualitatively different from the super-grade internal energy. I am not qualified to challenge Elder Qingzhuo..."
After relived the battle just now in his dream, Qiumu came to this conclusion.
“Perhaps, this is the correct way to open the dream.”
This thought emerged in Qiao Mu's mind.
Putting aside the matter of going to jail, lucid dreams in the second level of spiritual cultivation can actually be considered a good thing.
Qiao Mu, who is awake in his dream, can have a higher degree of freedom in his dream than before. He can materialize the Sword Exiled Immortal and the Martial Saint in his dream to act as sparring partners.
You don’t have to limit yourself to practicing behind closed doors, you can also deduce techniques, deduce the way to excellence, or replay a battle.
"If I can break through to the first level of Spirit Refining, or even the super level, I think the world in my dreams will become more real... But that's a story for later."
The biggest problem Qiumu faces now is time.
"There are still... five years."