"Young Master, you don't know." The grey-clothed old man Ah Fu said:
"As the internal strength of a martial artist grows and its level improves, his body will also undergo miraculous changes."
"For example, from the eighth rank warrior upwards, the five senses of the human body are strengthened one by one until the fourth rank."
"Compared to the ninth-rank warriors, the eighth-rank warriors are more powerful in their eyesight, that is, vision."
"And a seventh-rank warrior has a more acute sense of smell."
"And the sixth rank..." The gray-clothed old man looked at the city lord.
The city lord took over the conversation: "The sixth level is about taste. So after the sense of smell and taste have both improved, warriors above the sixth level will be difficult to be poisoned. This is quite good."
The city lord Guo Yan is a sixth-rank warrior.
At his position, martial strength is secondary, and the evolution of his sense of smell and taste can protect him from being poisoned, so he is quite satisfied.
The old man in gray said, "Qiao Lin's body is indeed different from Qiao Mu's. There is also an inch difference in height. They are just brothers who look similar."
The superior sensory abilities also gave the gray-clothed old man great confidence, so he was the first person present to determine that the other party was not Centurion Qiao Mu.
When others take a quick look, they see the similarities between tall trees and tall forests.
He used his two senses to detect the subtle differences between the two people.
"How strong is Qiao Lin?" the city lord asked again.
"He's only a ninth-grade man. His Qi and blood are deficient, so there's nothing to worry about. The only thing worth mentioning is that his spearmanship has reached a high level and he has quite some accomplishments." said the gray-clothed old man.
"What's the origin of his spear skills?" The city lord frowned slightly.
Qiao Lin arrived just after Qiao Mu died. This made him suspect that Qiao Mu, who claimed to be a commoner, might be from a big family, so he was so well-informed. In that case, he would have to reconsider how to deal with the matter.
The old man in gray hesitated:
"It seems to be... military spearmanship on the battlefield? Maybe he has also served in the army?"
"Oh, that's really nothing to worry about." Guo Yan immediately felt relieved.
He is already injured, and the emperor is about to arrive. It is a turbulent time and there are more things to deal with. He has no energy to take care of such trivial matters.
Having said this, Guo Yan turned his head and looked at his own son.
"This incident..."
Mr. Guo shrank his neck subconsciously, and then heard Guo Yan say:
“You did a great job.”
The old man in gray and Mr. Guo were both slightly surprised.
I only heard the city lord say calmly:
"A son of a wealthy family should not sit in the hall. After what happened on the long street, it seems that you have learned more or less when to be cowardly and when to run."
"If Qiao Lin is a desperado like Qiao Mu, we should leave as soon as possible and not confront him head-on."
"As long as he's still alive, I can easily deal with him when I get back."
The old man in gray clothes next to him had his eyes twitched. He never expected to hear such a statement.
"Until this matter is resolved, you should continue to stay in the mansion and don't go out." Guo Yan then turned his head and looked at the old man in gray:
"Since we killed a younger one and provoked an older one, we need to be more efficient this time."
"If you don't remove the roots, the grass will grow again in the spring breeze. I don't need to tell you this, do I?"
"For a ninth-grade warrior whose Qi and blood have not yet reached their peak, his spear skills are only considered to be proficient. According to common sense, sending a few eighth-grade warriors is enough to crush him." City Lord Guo Yan pondered for a moment and said:
"But to be on the safe side, you should go there and have a safe bet."
“... ..Okay.” The old man in gray nodded.
He had already fought against Qiao Mu at Qiao Canxue's house and had clearly gained the upper hand.
If the city lord's son hadn't run fast behind him, making him almost spit out a complaint, he could have handled this trivial matter by himself.
But it’s not too late now.
In a deep alley in the outer city, at Qiao Canxue’s home.
Qiumu finished the broth and put the bowl down.
"Boss... Brother Qiao." Old Huang stopped retching, finally stood up straight, and asked suspiciously:
"You said that Mr. Guo really had a bad taste in his heart and deceived us?"
As he spoke, Old Huang couldn't help but glance at the coffin parked nearby.
The coffin contains Qiao Mu's body. If you want to see whether the chivalrous and brave soup is genuine, you just need to open the coffin and perform an autopsy.
but... .
"That's a lie, of course." Qiao Mu saw Lao Huang's gaze and said firmly:
"My brother died tragically, and his body is incomplete. Please don't torment him anymore."
As he said this, he took a step forward and closed his coffin lid tightly again.
Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
In fact, he didn't know what the so-called chivalrous soup was, and whether it was what Mr. Guo was talking about, and he couldn't say for sure.
He rushed to finish the remaining soup, firstly to destroy the evidence, and secondly because he saw that Lao Huang was about to vomit. The action of drinking the soup was just to calm Lao Huang down and prevent him from having psychological trauma.
Even if we take a step back, that thing is the real thing...
It's not too bad for a tall tree to reap what it sows.
The main thing is that after traveling through time, in order to explore the supernatural power of immortality, he has committed suicide many times, and has even done things like fighting with swords bare-handed. Why would he be afraid of a bowl of meat soup that he produced and sold himself
As for the truth...Qiaomu doesn't want to know.
Let the truth rot in your stomach.
He turned around and was about to speak, but suddenly turned back and saw Qiao Canxue standing close behind him, looking up as if sniffing something.
What a nympho... Qiao Mu was horrified.
When I was 20, our relationship was purely a transactional one. Now at 28, my body is so mature and attractive that you can't hold back
Chapter 32 Girl, You Are Playing with Fire
"Girl, please respect yourself." Qiao Mu said as he retreated tactically:
"Qiao is already 28 years old this year. He already has 13 concubines at home. Each of them has 18 kinds of weapons and 36 styles of fighting skills. You can't win."
Qiao Canxue was slightly stunned and a look of suspicion flashed across her face.
She actually understood... Qiao Mu took the opportunity to walk two steps away and walked towards Old Huang, the monk and other soldiers.
"Qiao...Brother Qiao Lin." Old Huang was a little reserved at the moment, no longer as familiar as before.
After all, the person he was facing, Qiao Lin, was his own brother who died in front of them and for them, which made them feel somewhat heavy.
Old Huang thought about it and quickly handed over a heavy bag of money:
"Brother Qiao Lin, this is the pension issued by the government."
"Pension? My brother has only been dead for one day. Is the government so efficient?" Qiao Mu frowned.
Before, he just suspected that the city lord wanted to deal with him, but he had no evidence.
But after experiencing these things, how could he continue to be confused
The city lord's family all wanted to kill him, so how could they issue a pension so quickly
In this case, the pension obviously comes from another source...
Qiao Mu certainly had no grudge against Qian. The key point was that the other person was not dead. Not only did he not suffer any losses, he even became stronger because of it. So naturally there was no need for him to ask for this pension.
Money and possessions are external things that you cannot bring with you when you are born and cannot take with you when you die. They will be lost after you die and are reborn. So in Qiao Mu's opinion, it is not as good as the Iron Crotch Kung Fu.
He thought for a moment and said:
"There's no need for this pension. I don't want the dirty money from the Yancheng government."
"If you are interested, you can help me with a small task."
"After my brother Qiao Mu got into trouble, he sent me a letter to tell me about Yan City. He said that the city lord Guo Yan loved reputation, so he would not die on the long street at that time, but he might die from the revenge of the city lord in the future. Now it seems to be true."
"Tomorrow I will send my brother's body out of the city for burial. Please help spread the news."
"In this case, I don't think the city lord will rush to take action before tomorrow."
Lao Huang and others naturally did not refuse. They quickly agreed and turned to leave.
But before the monk left, he stuffed a thread-bound book into Qiao Lin's hand:
"Since you don't want the pension, then you must want the secret book, right?" the monk sighed.
"In the past, Centurion Qiao Mu once told me that he would protect me in the war against bandits, and if I could return to Yancheng, I would give him this secret book as a thank you gift."
"Qiao Mu Gaoyi once said that a promise is worth a thousand gold, more important than life and death. I can't compare to him. But now he is dead, and I can't hand over this secret book to him."
"Brother Qiao Lin, you are also a martial artist, so you can take this secret book. It will make up for the guilt in my heart."
You monk are obviously lying to me. The person I made an appointment with is Lao Huang, and he is standing right next to me watching, yet you can still lie... Qiao Mu did not refuse. He took the secret book and took a look at it. It said "Iron Shirt" on it.
Another classic hard skill.
Qiumu accepted it with pleasure.
As long as he could die with high quality, he could transform himself into a time management instructor, multitasking and practicing a variety of martial arts.
Of course, this hard work needs to be cultivated.
After they left, Qiao Mu and Qiao Canxue were the only ones left in the courtyard, and the atmosphere became a little stagnant for a moment.
After all, at this time Qiao Mu was playing the role of Qiao Lin, and the two sides were just meeting each other for the first time.
"Miss Canxue, I've often heard my brother mention you... But time is running out, so let's not talk about these small talk. Tomorrow I will have a battle with the city lord's side. This is a matter between my brothers in the Qiao family. I hope you can leave Yancheng as soon as possible to avoid being affected like before."
The reason why a full-blown fight didn't break out just now was mainly because both sides were concerned.
The old man in gray wanted to protect the city lord's son, and Qiao Mu was about the same.
But if he is alone, he can start to act recklessly.
After a moment of silence, Qiao Canxue spoke first:
"If you insist, I'll leave."
"But before that, I have one more important thing to tell you about Qiao Mu. There is a noodle shop at the end of the alley. Can we go out and eat while we talk?"
The two men walked out of the hut and walked through the alley step by step.
Qiao Canxue walked side by side with Qiao Mu, about half a step to one step away, following closely.
When they arrived at the noodle shop, Qiao Mu subconsciously walked to the corner. He saw Qiao Canxue next to him out of the corner of his eye, so he chose a quiet place to sit down.
But as soon as she sat down, Qiao Canxue did not choose the seat opposite him, but sat on a bench next to him, and even put her nose close to him to sniff.
"Girl, you are playing with fire." Qiao Mu said seriously:
"I, Qiao Lin, am already 28 years old this year. I have practiced the Iron Crotch Kung Fu for many years. I am now as vigorous as a wolf or a tiger. My thirteenth concubine has already given birth to six children for me. Your body cannot withstand it."
Qiao Canxue fell silent again.
After a long while, he said leisurely:
"Stop acting."
"If you are twenty-eight, then I will be twenty-nine."
"You are deliberately saying weird things to disrupt my judgment. Although I am blind, I have seen through you."
Qiao Canxue said slowly:
"The way you smell, the sound of your voice, the tone at the end of each sentence, the pace of your walk..."
"There is often moss growing between the stone slabs in the deep alleys. When you step on it, there will be a sound of water splashing. And just now, eight out of ten steps you took were on moss."
"Qiao Mu often comes to this noodle shop. He often chooses a quiet corner for some peace and quiet."