It was a long night and he suddenly didn't know what to do.
He stood casually in the courtyard, moved his hands, and started to perform the Changsheng Fist that had been integrated into his muscle memory.
Just like in the dream.
Life is so dull and boring that I have to practice boxing to kill time.
"Just practice boxing. You will probably have to practice boxing in the real world in the future, so you need to adapt." Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes.
He is immortal, and even after death he can be resurrected again and again, without stopping.
If at the beginning he was still worried that his energy and blood would dry up in old age and he would become a "living dead", then in fact he had already found a solution.
It is not the Changsheng Fist Sutra, but the Xumi Mountain King Sutra.
As long as he continues to make progress on the Sumeru Mountain King Sutra and constantly pushes his techniques to a higher level, I think he will be able to continuously increase his energy and blood and remain healthy even as he grows older.
Since you will be in jail even after you die, why not practice while you are alive
In the real world, you can take a break after practicing, but in a dream, you may be in jail for decades.
"Why not just take the path of survival? I am immortal anyway. Who can outlive me if I survive for thousands of years?" Qiao Mu used to regard death as a shortcut. Now that he has seen the essence of shortcuts, he instinctively feels uncomfortable...
Just like the innocent JK who suddenly discovered that her body actually possessed a wealth of experience, Qiao Mu, who had always thought he was still a teenager, suddenly discovered that he really had hundreds of years of memory and was really old, so he naturally felt resentful.
There is also a question that I have been thinking about in my dreams for five years but have not been able to figure out the answer to, and it is always lingering in my mind.
"What on earth is the Ouroboros Immortal Lock?"
Qiao Mu frowned and put the question aside, feeling a little annoyed:
"Life is so dull these days. I'll just go to Anxi Pass with Hai Wuya tomorrow. After all, as the elder of the Qiao family, I should be there."
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The second day.
As an envoy of the Great Yan court, the Minister of Rites went to Anxi Pass to reward 300 old soldiers, read out the edict of Emperor Yonghe, and commemorate the 100,000 heroes who died in the 40 years of the foreign war in the forest of steles under Anxi Pass.
The news spread like wildfire, and it seemed that there were people with ulterior motives fanning the flames. In just a few days, it had spread to almost all the major cities in Zhongzhou.
The world has suffered from strange people for a long time, and both the common people and the martial arts world were in an uproar. After all, a lone army holding out for forty years was truly admirable.
Among them, there were storytellers from Tingchao Tower who heard the news and started telling stories in cities big and small, telling the story of the lonely city in the desert.
Arriving at Anxi Town together with Hai Wuya were countless martial artists from all over the country.
Since the death of the Martial Saint, all martial arts in the world have been silent, and only one "King Qin" has the ambition to take the lead, but he is still not enough.
With a mentality almost like a pilgrimage, they came like a tide from all regions of Zhongzhou and gathered in the small town under Anxi Pass, ready to meet these old soldiers who had held their ground for forty years and to witness the heroic soul ceremony presided over by the Minister of Rites of Dayan.
For a time, the town of Anxi was overcrowded.
Not only in Anxi Town, but even in the Forest of Steles outside the town, which had been deserted for forty years, many people have come to pay homage to it in recent days.
There are travelers passing by, martial artists, and tourists who come here to admire its reputation...
The offerings of fruits and melons almost filled the entire forest of steles, and there were crowds of people passing by, a grand occasion not seen in forty years.
Among them, the popularity was the highest in front of several new graves, with as many as twenty to thirty people surrounding them.
Qiao Mu originally came over to join in the fun and take a look, but when he saw the words on the grave, he suddenly couldn't walk.
The words on the grave read "Tomb of the Exiled Sword Immortal Lu Yannan."
Around it, there was a large group of martial artists dressed in tight clothes, paying homage in front of the grave and talking animatedly.
"Senior Jian Zexian is the most extraordinary. He was the best in the world forty years ago. He didn't want to lie dormant for forty years, but his sharp edge is still there. I heard that in the end he turned his body into a sword and pierced the sky, which allowed the soldiers and civilians of the lonely city to escape."
The person who spoke was a slim woman in green with a sword at her waist.
The girl was still young, and when she talked about the deeds of Jian Zexian, her eyes lit up, and she was obviously full of admiration.
"After lying dormant for forty years, the sword shone through the nine provinces. Even this sharp immortal has to stay out of the spotlight for a while!" A burly man next to him continued:
"In my opinion, this Sword Exiled Immortal is the undisputed leader of the martial arts. How can a man-eating demon like the Martial Saint be so ambitious?"
"It's a pity that he died in the end. His body turned into a sword, and his remains fell into the hands of the immortal sect. I'm afraid that like the other 100,000 heroic souls, he will have no peace after death."
"If there are still exiled swordsmen in this world, the warriors of Kyushu will have something to look forward to..."
"But the epitaph in front of the tomb of the Exiled Sword Immortal seems to have a slightly wrong meaning, right?" someone suddenly said.
Qiao Mu didn't care at first, but when he heard this, he walked forward and took a closer look, only to find that the epitaph was just a short sentence.
Don’t ask about the world, ask your own heart first.
Follow your heart and do whatever you want.
"Doing whatever you want is not a nice word. Is that what I mean?" the woman with the sword wondered.
At this time, an old voice came from the side.
"It means exactly what it says. The Sword Exiled Immortal Lu Yannan was not a good person to begin with."
Qiao Mu looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person coming was none other than the Exiled Sword Immortal's brother, the Wooden Sword Wanderer Lu Yanbei.
After not seeing him for many days, Lu Yanbei looked visibly haggard and seemed to have lost a little weight, but his old eyes were brighter and more resolute than before.
"Why do you slander the heroes who died in battle?"
"He was never a hero." Lu Yanbei sighed.
"Don't compare him with the 100,000 heroes, because he is not that kind of person."
"Don't ask about the world, ask about your own heart first. Follow your heart and do whatever you want. From beginning to end, he only had his own knowledge and desires in his heart. He just happened to stand on the same front as the white-headed soldiers of the lonely city."
"The old soldiers of Dayan have their country and family in their hearts, but Jian Zexian does not. If you want to pay tribute to the dead, you might as well go to the graves of other heroes." Lu Yanbei was not very polite to these martial artists who came here because of his reputation. After saying three sentences, he was already in a mood to drive them away.
After all, Mu Jian San Ren was also a well-known martial arts celebrity in Zhongzhou. Some of the warriors recognized his identity, so there was no conflict, but they just pulled the people away in a hurry.
"Let's go, let's go to the Qiao family's graves and take a look. I wonder what the Qiao family's epitaph will be..."
The crowd dispersed, and only Qiao Mu and Lu Yanbei were left in front of Jian Zexian's tomb.
"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Mr. Qiao." Lu Yanbei nodded slightly, obviously not in a good mood:
"The world is eager to have a martial arts leader who can take the lead, but my brother is not suitable to be an idol on the altar."
Lu Yanbei looked quite tired.
The Exiled Immortal Jian transformed his body into a sword, but it was taken away by Elder Qingzhuo, which was naturally a big blow to him.
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Lu Yanbei looked a little depressed.
The dead cannot be resurrected, and even immortal cultivators are no exception.
Although immortal monks have the means to capture souls, it is not a true resurrection from the dead. At most, it is just a trick to play with souls.
So in Lu Yanbei's opinion, Jian Zexian, who was a mortal, was indeed dead.
If he "survives" in the Immortal Sect in another way in the future, judging from Elder Qingzhuo's methods and style, it may not be a good thing.
"Perhaps someone is secretly fanning the flames and publicizing the glorious deeds of the heroic souls who died in the battle..." Lu Yanbei stood in front of Jian Zexian's grave with a bleak look on his face.
"Many people came to Anxi Town, including martial artists and storytellers. They all sang praises to the 100,000 heroes who died in the war, as well as the Qiao family members and my brother who died in the last battle."
"But I always feel like something is wrong. The Sword Exiled Immortal in their minds is too brilliant. In fact, he is different from the real him..."
Lu Yanbei said slowly.
Jian Zexian was once famous throughout the world forty years ago. Although he disappeared after the Alien War, he has become famous again now, and his deeds in his youth have been dug up and narrated by those who are interested.
Therefore, the image of a mortal swordsman who hides his sword for thirty years and suddenly kills the sky has been deeply rooted in people's imagination.
In the eyes of the world, Jian Zexian is a swordsman with a heart of a tiger. His dormancy is just a disguise, waiting for the day when he will make a stunning debut.
This is exactly in line with the expectations of martial artists and ordinary people.
The world has suffered from strange people for a long time, and such a person really meets their wishes, so he quickly became one of the few names that had spread throughout Zhongzhou recently.
The other names are Qiao Shuangsen, Qiao Ruisen, Qiao Ruisen... and of course Hai Siyuan, the captain of the sea who led the white-headed soldiers.
"You mean, someone is creating a persona for the heroes who died in battle?" Qiao Mu muttered.
Creating a persona is a very dangerous thing, because the persona will collapse.
"Yes, they are almost praising my brother as a saint..." Lu Yanbei spread his hands and smiled bitterly:
"It's not just my brother. Old Qiao and your Qiao family actually have a similar image in everyone's mind now."
To be fair, he was of course happy that his brother could become famous after his death in battle.
But the world worshipped Jian Zexian as a saint, and Lu Yanbei, who knew what kind of person his brother was, always felt uncomfortable after hearing such flattery.
While the two were talking, a group of people slowly walked over from a distance. They were still dressed like young knights-errant and carried swords.
"Is this the tomb of the banished immortal who was the number one swordsman in the world forty years ago?" someone exclaimed.
"A leader in martial arts and swordsmanship who has hidden his sword for thirty years. If there were more sword-exiled immortals in this world, why would we have to worry about the rampant immortal sects?" Someone sighed.
The discussions of these people were exactly the same as those of the previous group.
Lu Yanbei was just listening quietly, but he couldn't help himself in the end and started to refute as he did before:
"Jian Zexian is not the kind of person you think he is. Don't flatter him. He is not that great."
This time, no one recognized Lu Yanbei as a famous figure. When these young knights saw the old man slandering their respected ancestor in front of Jian Zexian's grave, they almost drew their swords and became so angry that their faces turned red and their necks became thick.
At this time, a group of people came from a distance.
These were all Dayan officials dressed in official uniforms. The one leading them was none other than the Minister of Rites Hai Wuya, who was obviously attracted by the commotion here.
Although Hai Wuya's martial arts level is not high, as a second-rank official, he is naturally quite dignified.
When he arrived, people on both sides stopped arguing silently.
The young knight retreated far away, as if avoiding the snake or scorpion - the martial artists in the martial arts world have always been secretly hostile to the high-ranking officials of the Great Yan court.
"Don't ask about the world, ask your own heart first. Follow your heart and do whatever you want... Is this the epitaph written by Mr. Lu Yanbei himself?" Hai Wuya revealed Lu Yanbei's identity in one sentence, and the quarrel stopped immediately. The rangers also looked embarrassed.
After arguing for a long time, it turns out that he was arguing with Jian Zexian’s brother
Although it was embarrassing, they were even more confused.
As an elder brother, why would you slander your younger brother's character in front of his grave
The exiled sword immortal died in an isolated city, and he turned his body into a sword to cut out a piece of sky. It was obviously a righteous act. Why does Lu Yanbei have this attitude
Not only did these young rangers not understand, but many other warriors and people in front of the stele forest also did not understand.
In recent days, countless martial artists from Zhongzhou have come here to admire his reputation, and Jian Zexian, as the martial arts leader of the previous generation, is well-known, so the martial artists who arrived in Anxi Town naturally came to his grave to check in and mourn the hero.
And Lu Yanbei has been guarding the spirit in Anxi Town these days.
He had driven away countless waves of people during this period. If he had not been so famous and was not the elder brother of Jian Zexian, he would have been criticized long ago.
Even so, it left an impression in people's minds that "the Jianzhexian brothers were not on good terms, and the elder brother was making trouble in front of his younger brother's grave."
"The veterans of Da Yan are willing to sacrifice their lives for the sake of disaster, but Jian Zexian is not a soldier of Da Yan." Hai Wuya said slowly:
"What the world longs for is a hero who can transform himself into a sword and slash the sky. As for who the hero is, it's actually not that important."
"And what Mr. Lu has been doing is actually just to make you treat Jian Zexian as a human being, not a hero."
Lu Yanbei blinked and sighed slightly to show his approval.
"My brother has never talked about the great cause of conquering the immortals with martial arts."
The veterans of Dayan are full of righteousness and are willing to sacrifice their lives for the sake of justice, but Jian Zexian is different.
The common people and the justice of the country and family are big but empty concepts for Jian Zexian, who has a miserable life.
So for a full thirty years, he has not been able to understand the veterans who sacrificed in the past thirty years.
Jian Zexian never cared about the interests of his country and family. What he cared about were specific people, his brother who supported him into old age, rather than the general and empty concept of the common people.
If you don’t love yourself, how can you love others
Love the specific person first, then talk about the greater good of the people, otherwise it will inevitably be empty.
Hai Wuya nodded in approval, looking at the vast forest of steles in front of him, feeling sympathetic:
"The martyrs who defended the isolated city for forty years are indeed respectable, but even among the 100,000 people who died in the battle, not all of them had noble character and moral integrity."