This old man named Qiao Shui, under the nose of Li Gongde, used martial arts to defeat the immortal and killed Daoxu, a disciple of the Da Dao Sect who was in the late stage of foundation building.
In his opinion, this is another kind of hope besides that of the Martial Saint.
Li Gongde is quite fond of the theory of merit. In his opinion, Saint Wu has been increasingly acting in an extreme way over the past forty years, and is completely different from General Wu, the pillar of the court. If Li Gongde thinks that he is a man who has emerged from the mud but has not yet been stained,
Then in his eyes, the Martial Saint has become a swamp in himself.
He is in the Wu Ji Association only because he has no other choice... Otherwise, is he planning to defect to the Great Yan court, or is he stubborn enough to go it alone
The Qiao family, who have become famous recently, has long fascinated him.
What’s more important is... Wujihui actually no longer has any reason to keep a low profile.
One of the main reasons why the former Martial Saint faked his death was that he needed time.
But now... Wu Ji has been dormant for a long time, and the time has come.
This is also the reason why he appeared in the Daqin Palace.
Just as he thought of this, he saw the dying Qiao Shui's head tilted and he had lost his breath. Only the flesh in the brocade box in his hand was still heaving.
"Is he dead?" Li Gongde paused for a moment, straightened Qiao Shui's body, and then looked into the water mirror.
Chapter 243: The Martial Saint Rises Again (6k
Caishikou execution ground.
The King of Qin approached Qiao Mu step by step, sword in hand.
This sword looks like a weapon held in the hand, but if you look closely, it seems to be connected to the bones of the hand, and it is obviously made of the same immortal material, blazing fire refined gold.
As the knife fell, a flash of light cut through the sky, cutting a long gash on Qiaomu's belly, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
The flesh and blood clone that he was controlling remotely also lost contact and completely disappeared.
In fact, he had been multitasking, fighting with the King of Qin while manipulating "Qiao Shui" to get information from Li Gongde.
His leg was broken in the first place, so it was difficult for him to use his lightness skills, and he quickly fell into a disadvantage and was completely suppressed.
A body of flesh and blood cannot compare to a Taoist soldier of refined gold. With a broken leg, it is difficult for him to perform lightness skills, so he is forced to fight the King of Qin head-on.
As a result, Qiao Mu soon had more than a dozen wounds on his body... In fact, Qiao Mu was also a little surprised, how could he still be alive
The King of Qin seemed very restrained.
He kept slashing at Qiumu like a cat playing with a mouse, but he was not in a hurry to end Qiumu's life.
He is patient and he is waiting.
King Qin Shiqing was not an impulsive person. What he wanted to do was not to take the life of the man in front of him who called himself Qiao Wei. Instead, he wanted to capture all the members of the Qiao family and give an explanation to the Xianmen Da Dao Sect.
Killing one Qiao Wei is not enough!
Back then in the Wan family mansion in the imperial capital, Qin Shiqing was careless for a moment and let his guard down after killing Qiao Mu, and was ambushed and killed by the resurrected Qiao Mu.
With the King of Qin's intelligence, how could he step into the same river twice
He had long been mentally prepared for the possibility that there was more than one member of the Qiao family, so after hearing that Qiao Shui was attacking the Prince Qin's Mansion, he pretended to leave but actually returned quickly.
"If we find a member of the Qiao family in the city, it means there may be a whole nest of them. We must catch them all in one fell swoop."
"Qiao Shui attacked my Qin Palace, so I will beat you, Qiao Wei, to death here first, and see who frowns first?" The Qin King just sneered in his heart.
He lost his family many years ago and has been a lonely man for a long time. He is extremely determined to pursue the Tao, and he does not care about the so-called Qin Palace that has just been established.
The Qiao family is the exact opposite of him.
It is obvious that this is a large martial arts family with many branches and leaves, and the Qiao family is known for their emphasis on friendship and loyalty, and for protecting their own shortcomings.
When one member of the Qiao family died tragically, another relative of the Qiao family would soon come to seek revenge.
Therefore, as long as we follow Qiao Wei's strategy of surrounding and attacking the reinforcements, the other members of the Qiao family will probably rush to the execution ground one after another like moths to a flame.
The King of Qin has been alone for a long time, and no one's death in this world can make him frown... So how could he lose when the two sides switched places in this wave
"Why haven't the other members of the Qiao family come yet? Where is Qiao Shui who broke into my Prince Qin's mansion?" Prince Qin wondered in his heart.
He was losing his patience.
... .
A room in the Prince of Qin's mansion.
When Li Gongde was looking at the picture in the water mirror floating on the mahogany table, he suddenly felt distracted when he heard footsteps outside the room.
"Is there anyone else who dares to come?" He was a little surprised.
The guards of the Prince of Qin's mansion and the iron-willed general were all killed by Qiao Shui.
Especially that iron-willed warrior, his body was still half-kneeling outside the door.
Although Qiao Shui was dead, the guards had no choice but to escape. How could they regain their morale so quickly and come to us
But when he looked back, he saw a dark shadow with a dark star mask on his face. The dark shadow was shrouded in a long robe and his specific body shape could not be seen. It was none other than the Star Xuan Envoy of the Wu Ji Society.
"Greetings, Your Excellency." Envoy Xing Xuan lowered his voice and bowed slightly.
Li Gongde's face twitched. He did not look at the Star Envoy, but glanced at the dead silent courtyard outside.
"How dare you come in in broad daylight? This is the Prince of Qin's Palace." Li Gongde frowned, but soon came to his senses:
"What's the matter?"
Naturally, he could only communicate with the Wu Ji Society in secret, and this was, after all, the Prince Qin's Palace, not his private residence.
In the past two days, Li Gongde was placed under house arrest in this room by the King of Qin and was not allowed to go out, so it was naturally impossible for the Wu Ji Society to contact him.
And Xing Xuanshi from the Wu Ji Association rushed to his door just when he had just escaped from the surveillance of the people in the Qin Palace and Qiao Shui had just died, and there was no one around him. This obviously meant that... something big was coming!
"Your Excellency. Perhaps we, the Wu Ji Association, don't need to lie dormant any longer." The Xing Xuan envoy raised his head. His entire face was covered by a mask. His tone of voice remained calm, trying not to reveal his personal emotions.
But at this moment, the Xingxuan Envoy's words revealed an excitement that was almost impossible to conceal.
"The Martial Saint is not dead, and he is about to return!"
Li Gongde's eyes flickered, but he didn't show much excitement when he heard the news.
He just held his chin with one hand and fell into deep thought:
"It looks like the world is going to be in chaos again... No, the world has never been peaceful before."
"But I don't know if I can continue to use my identity as a rich man." He sighed slightly in his heart, feeling a little reluctant.
In fact, when it comes down to it, although the King of Qin did not kill Li Gongde, he just used a sleight of hand to create a substitute, but when it comes down to it, he did not take Li Gongde too seriously.
Otherwise, why would the King of Qin put him under house arrest, and why would he not return to his palace to provide assistance... Perhaps the King of Qin never considered whether Li Gongde's reputation would be damaged after being executed on the execution ground, and how he would "come back to life" and how he would clean up his mess afterwards
Thinking of this, Li Gongde stretched out his hand and gently pointed at the air.
The water mirror floating on the mahogany table quickly shrank and turned into a crystal clear little water droplet, which he gathered into his sleeves with a wave of his hand.
Although Li Gongde confessed some things to the dying Qiao Shui, it was naturally impossible for him to reveal all his secrets.
The Wu Ji Hui is a force of mortals who resist the nine major immortal sects. Although the vast majority of them are warriors, there are also some outliers.
In order to seek the possibility of defeating the nine major immortal sects, Wu Jihui has tried many different paths. For example, the former saint Wu Qingxin was a disciple who was sent to Xuantian Sect by the Martial Saint himself to practice the immortal way.
He turned around and quietly left the ruined Qin Palace with Xing Xuanshi of the Wu Ji Society.
... .
Somewhere in Zhongzhou, deep in the mountains.
Wu Qiankun walked into the forest again, but this time he was not alone. There were dozens of people traveling with him.
These dozens of people are all high-level members of the Wu Ji Association, and among them are some of the seventy-two sages of the Martial Saint.
Hai Wuya was also among this crowd.
Hai Wuya is not actually a high-ranking member of the Wu Ji Society... He was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison shortly after the Alien War. Although he was listed among the Seventy-two Sages, he has actually been outside the Wu Ji Society's system for forty years and has been studying alone in the Heavenly Prison for more than thirty years.
Not to mention the top leaders, he had very little contact with anyone from the Wu Ji Society before he was released from prison and became the Minister of Rites again.
Hai Wuya is actually an outlier among these people.
The other seventy-two sages were mostly the Martial Saint’s grandchildren and nephews, including many of them the adopted sons and daughters raised by the Martial Saint himself.
But the sea is different.
He was a colleague of the Martial Saint in the officialdom before he was enthroned as a Saint. They were of the same generation and could be considered as senior and junior officials at most.
The reason why he appeared here was, firstly, because in recent times, in order to spread the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra", he had some contact with the Wu Ji Association.
The second is...
The news Wu Qiankun told him was so shocking that he had to come, wanting to see with his own eyes whether the outrageous rumor was true or not.
As he walked into the forest, the answer gradually came to his mind.
intuition!
It’s the intuitive perception of Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue!
Walking on the mountain road and climbing the stairs with the crowd, Hai Wuya coughed unconsciously a few times and sweat appeared on his forehead.
The closer he got to the cave on the top of the mountain, the more he could feel the crazy warnings from his intuition.
With every step closer, every step climbed... the overwhelming pressure grew.
Hai Wuya glanced sideways at the other people in the crowd.
Among these people there were people of all ages, fat and thin, and many of them had facial expressions that were not much different from his.
The team was silent, and there was an inexplicable sense of uneasiness spreading.
"Martial Saint, are you really still alive?" someone couldn't help but ask, as he always had a hope in his heart.
The mystery of the life and death of the Martial Saint is a secret known only to very few people, even within the Martial Arts Association.
These high-level officials, the so-called Seventy-two Sages, were only recently informed of this fact by Wu Qiankun, who brought them here in person.
"A Martial Saint will not die easily." Wu Qiankun at the front of the team replied calmly.
He seemed very calm. In the past one or two years, he had been in charge of the Wu Ji Society. Now, he had become more and more powerful and was showing more and more of the demeanor of the Martial Saint in his early years.
"The Immortal Sect has always looked down on ordinary warriors like us. They think highly of themselves, and the Martial Saints just take advantage of their arrogance."
"But this..." the man doubted:
“If the world and the nine major immortal sects knew that the Martial Saint was not dead, they would surely be furious!”
If the immortal sects regard warriors as mortals, as mayflies that are born in a morning and die in a evening, then this strong mayfly, the Martial Saint, has deceived the nine immortal sects. If this matter were to be exposed, the consequence would certainly be the wrath of the immortal sects.
This person was worried that if so many people knew that the Martial Saint was still alive, something bad would happen.
"Angry, who cares if they are angry or not?"
"Now... the time has come." Wu Qiankun said calmly.
As they were talking, the group had already reached the top of the mountain.
There is a very conspicuous cave on the top of the mountain. Although the sun is high in the sky, not a single light can shine into the dark cave.
The cave entrance is the boundary between yin and yang, day and night.
The darkness in the deep cave surged like a tide, and nothing could be seen inside at a glance, which made Hai Wuya and others feel terrified.
Because they felt that... ..the Martial Saint was inside.
After this thought came to my mind, I continued to look at the cave, but something seemed wrong no matter how I looked at it.
If you take a closer look, you'll find that the cave is moving slightly as if it were a living thing, which makes people feel daunting and frightened.
Wu Qiankun didn't say anything, but just waited outside the cave with everyone.
No one spoke, and the silence spread rapidly like the tide.
But the intuitive reminder in Hai Wuya's heart became stronger and stronger, and he suddenly had the illusion of being unable to breathe.
Not long.
The darkness in the cave surged like a tide, and a tall figure bathed in the darkness slowly walked out.
He walked out of the cave and stood under the sunlight. His skin was faintly shining. He still had the appearance that made it difficult to judge his exact age, but his long gray hair had turned half black and half white at some point.
He did not look at Hai Wuya and the others, but turned around, stood on the top of the mountain, and stared at the sun in the sky.