After his resurrection, his body aged to 18 years old, and his martial arts skills improved by three years.
Just like now.
Qiao Mu clenched his fists, and could even recall the three years of hard practice of the Changsheng Fist.
Train in the hottest days of summer and the coldest days of winter.
Three years have passed, boring and monotonous.
Every move and every form of the Changsheng Fist has been gradually formed into muscle memory after three years of hard training.
"If I were to practice martial arts slowly on my own, I'm afraid even after three years of practice I might not be able to reach my current level."
Qiao Mu thought to himself.
There are only twenty-four hours in a day.
Everyone needs to eat and sleep. Everyone is lazy and has many mundane things to deal with. It is difficult to spare a lot of time every day to practice martial arts.
But plug-ins are different.
The three years that Qiao Mu spent training in martial arts were a period of extreme concentration, with his time efficiency reaching 100%, which only existed in theory.
As for the price he paid, three years of life...
Qiao Mu stretched his fists and feet, his arm muscles were strong and powerful, with smooth and clear muscle lines.
Aging from 15 to 18 is not a bad thing.
"The death evaluation has reached C level. Did it consume three years of my life in one go?"
This is the first time that Qiumu has received a C-level death rating since he traveled through time.
Qiao Mu raised his head and looked from his own body to the hill outside the city. That was the direction where Zheng the butcher had escaped.
"I don't have enough experience with death. I don't know what caused me to get a C-level rating this time. This Zheng the Butcher must be no simple person."
A butcher who can easily smash a chopping board is probably more than just a butcher.
Qiao Mu no longer cared about his own body and strode out of the city to chase after him:
"We can't let him go!"
"I have to let him kill me a few more times!"
What Qiumu pursues is not simply death.
Otherwise, he would just have to keep committing suicide.
Meaningless suicide represents a D- death rating. This kind of death will only waste life and cause Qiumu's body to age, and will not lead to any increase in martial arts skills, so it is meaningless.
So what Qiumu pursues is a high-quality, highly-valued death.
In the mountains outside the town.
Butcher Zheng ran hurriedly alone and walked into the dilapidated temple at the end of the mountain road.
The dilapidated temple has been in disrepair for many years, with fallen leaves filling the courtyard, cracks on the Buddha statue on the shrine, and dents on the cushion in front of the statue.
The dilapidated temple was empty, except for a white dove standing on the wall, combing its feathers.
"Not here?" Zheng the butcher looked around first, and after finding that there was no one around, he took out a pen and paper from his pocket and quickly wrote on the paper, writing down what Qiao Mu had just done.
Of course he knew that he had to escape as soon as possible.
But what happened just now was a bit strange, which made him more cautious.
"... The boy was so arrogant, I thought he had something to rely on, or had some special skills, so I didn't hold back..." He wrote on the paper:
"But what's even weirder is that man's boxing moves..."
Butcher Zheng paused with his pen in hand, recalling Qiao Mu's methodical moves.
"The boxing technique that person practices seems to be the Qiao family's Longevity Fist."
Having written this, Zheng the Butcher quickly put away the letter and tied it to the pigeon's leg, but there was worry in his eyes.
The Qiao family's Changsheng Fist was once very famous, and was said to be an internal martial art inherited from Taoism that could prolong life.
A hundred years ago, the Qiao family had a martial arts master who was said to have a youthful face and white hair at the age of a hundred, with unfailing energy and blood. As a result, he became famous among the royal family of the Great Yan Dynasty and was summoned to the palace to teach the Changsheng Fist, which started a boxing craze among the nobles.
And that is already a thing of the past.
"Didn't the Qiao family die out long ago? Could there be someone missing?" Butcher Zheng muttered to himself:
“If that person is really the orphan of the Qiao family who is seeking revenge, then this time it won’t be a bad thing.”
Zheng the butcher still understood the principle that if you don't remove the roots of the grass, it will grow again in the spring breeze.
"It would be safest if all descendants of the Qiao family died out."
As he was thinking this, he suddenly turned back.
A figure had appeared at the entrance of the dilapidated temple at some point, and he looked almost exactly like Qiao Mu who had died at the hands of Zheng the butcher.
"This..." Butcher Zheng shuddered as he recalled the young boy Qiao Mu's smile before his death.
Before he could speak, Qiao Mu shouted:
"You killed my own brother! I want you to pay with blood!"
After saying that, he strode over.
These words made Zheng the butcher feel certain.
Taking a closer look, he found that the Qiao Mu in front of him was indeed a few years older than the young Qiao Mu who had died in his hands before, probably around eighteen years old.
"So it's my brother who's here to seek revenge." Butcher Zheng reached for the sharp knife at his waist and suddenly remembered something.
"Young man, is your last name Qiao?" he suddenly asked.
Qiao Mu replied: "My last name is Li Jing, and I am good at using the move of 100% bare-handed catching of blades."
Chapter 3: Barehanded
"My last name is Li Jing, and I'm good at catching blades with my bare hands." Qiao Mu stared at the sharp knife in Zheng the butcher's hand seriously.
"One hundred percent bare-handed? What nonsense?"
Butcher Zheng frowned and thought for a while, then he saw Qiao Mu running towards him while he was thinking.
"Come on, beat me to death!"
Qiao Mu shouted while rushing towards Zheng the butcher holding a sharp knife, without any hesitation.
He looks like a good brother who disregards his own life just to avenge his younger brother.
However, Zheng the Butcher was unmoved, and even had a sneer on his face.
Brother Qiaomu, who died in his hands before, looked very decent and intimidating at first, making Zheng the butcher mistakenly believe that brother Qiaomu had someone to rely on and was not an ordinary person.
What's the result
As a result, Zheng the butcher almost knelt down and begged him not to die.
If the man hadn't really died, Zheng the Butcher would have suspected that the guy was trying to extort money.
"Both brothers use the same trick. Do you think I will be fooled a second time?"
Butcher Zheng didn't dodge at all, he just raised his sharp knife and started chopping!
There was a loud noise locally!
Next second.
Butcher Zheng's expression suddenly changed.
"Your knife is already in my hand, are you afraid?" Qiao Mu smiled and stopped in front of Zheng the butcher, with a calm smile of a winner on his face.
"I'm afraid? Brother, why don't you look at your hands before you speak?" Zheng the butcher had a complicated expression.
He was just thinking about how the young man in front of him who called himself Li Jing would catch the blade with his bare hands, and then how he should change his tactics.
What's the result
As a result, when he chopped down with the knife just now, Qiao Mu did not dodge at all, and even used his hand to block his knife!
The butcher knife hit Qiao Mu's palm right in the middle and cut in along the gap between the index finger and the middle finger, splitting Qiao Mu's entire palm in half. There was an obvious bone fragment at the break and blood was gushing out.
Qiao Mu looked down at his palm that was split in half by the butcher knife. The severe pain and massive blood loss made his face pale. Then he said while forcing himself to endure the pain:
"You're saying that it's wrong to go into battle bare-handed, right?"
"Psycho! Both of you brothers are psychopaths!"
Butcher Zheng suddenly realized that he shouldn't waste time talking to the other party, so he grabbed the butcher knife in his hand and pulled it out hard...
It didn't move.
His butcher knife seemed to be stuck in the gap between Qiao Mu's bones. He couldn't pull it out, and his center of gravity shifted slightly.
The next second, a fist quickly enlarged in front of Zheng the Butcher's eyes and hit him on the nose.
With just one punch, he was hit so hard that blood gushed out and his nose was crooked. It was like a sauce shop, with salty, sour and spicy flavors all rolling out.
The huge force caused Zheng the butcher to stagger. He subconsciously loosened his grip on the knife, took two steps back, and looked at Qiao Mu in doubt.
This "Li Jing" is different from the previous Li Jing's younger brother!
The previous brother Li Jing was basically a useless person, but this "Li Jing" is a young warrior who has worked hard to build up his strength!
Judging from the force of that punch just now, it is not something that an ordinary person can deliver.
"I was too careless... But I won't do that again next time."
A fierce light flashed in Zheng the Butcher's eyes. He rushed forward with bare hands and fought with Qiao Mu.
Although he was hit hard in the face, Qiao Mu's hand was cut in half and his injury was much more serious than his.
With such a serious attack, Zheng the Butcher immediately suppressed Qiao Mu, who only had one hand left to use.
Not long.
Butcher Zheng was gasping for breath with his hands on his knees. He was now covered in blood, and another dead body of Qiao Mu was lying at his feet.
"This guy is brave enough to avenge his brother. He is a real man... although he is a little mentally ill."
Butcher Zheng wiped the blood off his hands, stepped on the arm of Qiao Mu's corpse, and pulled out the butcher knife with great effort.
Although he successfully killed "Li Jing", Zheng the Butcher still couldn't figure out why "Li Jing" had to "fight against the sword with bare hands" with only one hand.
"That's not the point. The point is..."
Butcher Zheng put his hand to his mouth, took a pinch and whistled.
The white dove that had been circling above the woods flew down again and landed on a branch in front of Zheng the Butcher.
"The situation has changed. If the secret letter just now is sent out, it will mislead the adults."
Butcher Zheng tore off the letter paper tied to the white pigeon's feet and continued writing on the blank space of the paper.
"... There is more than one descendant of the Qiao family! A descendant of the Qiao family who calls himself "Li Jing" came to me again."
"His boxing is also the Qiao family's Changsheng Fist, and it is obvious that he has practiced hard for several years!"
"Perhaps there are still branches of the Qiao family left in the world."
Zheng the Butcher had just finished writing when his expression suddenly froze. He heard footsteps behind him again.
"You dare to kill my brother Li Jing, you will die!"
Look back.
A young man who looked almost exactly like Li Jing, only slightly older, was looking at him murderously.
Butcher Zheng subconsciously looked at the other person's left hand.
His left hand was completely intact, without any scratches.
"Twin brothers? That's fine." Butcher Zheng picked up his butcher knife again, full of murderous intent:
"Killing the younger one will only cause trouble for the older one. It won't end there."
"Since you are looking for death, I will kill you all!"