The next second his injuries had healed and he was standing in his original place again in full health.
He looked at the Changsheng Fist Sutra in his hand and continued to talk to himself:
"Theoretically, it is possible for two kinds of exercises to be practiced together, but it is only a theoretical possibility..."
"But even if there is only a one in a thousand chance of success, I can keep trying and failing until I find the theoretical solution."
Qiao Mu's time is very long, and he will not die in the dream, so he can create as much as he can and become obsessed as much as he can.
"In order to make the two exercises compatible with each other, Hai Wuya's "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" may need to be greatly revised..." Qiao Mu said to himself:
"No, it's not a big change. Because this "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" was originally a draft and was not perfect."
"This is not called a major change, this is called improvement."
As soon as I thought about it, the surrounding scenery changed again.
At this time, Qiao Mu was in the armory of a military camp in an isolated city in the desert.
The armory of the former white-headed soldier contained many martial arts from the military masters forty years ago. Later, before Qiao Mu rushed to the imperial capital, the old man in the armory put all the books in the armory in a storage bag and gave them to him.
Qiao Mu glanced over it briefly, then memorized it all through his powerful memory of the second level of Spirit Refining, and it now appeared in his dream.
Although there are quite a few martial arts in the Lonely City Arsenal, the most advanced ones are the nine spiritual training techniques including Li Changge's "Military Martial Arts Canon".
In fact, these skills are not as good as Wudang's unique skill "Pure Yang Wuji Gong", so when they came into Qiao Mu's hands, they were just kept at the bottom of the box as collections.
But now that he was in a dream, he had the idea of reading it carefully in order to draw inferences from other cases.
The Martial Saint collected martial arts from all over the world, and Hai Wuya also needed to read widely in prison. No matter how profound or superficial the martial arts of these predecessors were, they would become the nourishment for them to deduce their skills.
What Qiumu has to do now is the same thing.
"In the past, Hai Wuya studied in the prison for thirty years and created the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra."
"Now, I have eighty years..."
Hai Wuya had to be very cautious in deducing the martial arts, because he had to stay alive and could not go astray, so he was very conservative in deducing the martial arts, completely crossing the river step by step by feeling the stones.
Qiaomu is different. He can just jump into the river in front of him.
If you drown, it means the water is too deep and you practiced incorrectly.
Then after you are resurrected, change your position and jump into the river again until you find a shallow water area, then go deeper into the river little by little until you reach the other side!
... .
Two days later, Qiao Mu went insane while practicing his Qigong, and the meridians in his arms were severed, with blood gushing out.
After the suicide refresh, Qiao Mu flipped through the book in his hand and thought seriously for a long time:
"It doesn't matter if this road doesn't work. Every trial and error is a accumulation of experience for the future."
“I’ll definitely be able to use it next time!”
Half a day later, Qiao Mu practiced his skills again with full confidence. This time his arms were fine, but his body temperature was unbalanced and his whole body felt like it was on fire. His body was in chaos, so he had no choice but to open his mind again and end his sinful life.
Three days later, Qiao Mu's head exploded and red and white blood flowed all over the ground. This was the first time he went crazy and died instantly.
But the next second he returned to normal, supporting his head with one hand and falling into deep thought.
Thanks to the high concentration in the deep dream, he was immersed in the deduction of the exercises and temporarily forgot the passage of time.
In the first year, he would go into a frenzy every other day or half a day, either suffering serious injuries, minor injuries, or sudden death on the spot. Each time he would commit suicide to refresh himself and start all over again.
In total, hundreds of people died from obsession within a year.
But after dying hundreds of times, even though he could be resurrected again and again, Qiumu couldn't help but feel a little restless.
As soon as he thought of it, a figure holding a long sword appeared before his eyes. It was the King of Qin.
"Anyway, beat up the King of Qin first to relieve the pressure."
"He's dead, it's all your fault." Qiao Mu punched the King of Qin in the face, turning his head into a pig's and leaving his nose and face swollen.
In fact, this is not the real King of Qin, but the King of Qin imagined by Qiao Mu, so his strength is not equal to that of the real King of Qin, and he can be manipulated at will by Qiao Mu in his dream.
After beating the King of Qin for half an hour, Qiao Mu finally felt relieved and started to think about how to practice both techniques at the same time.
Qiao Mu's life in the dream was very monotonous, and time passed quickly as he practiced martial arts, read books, and practiced martial arts techniques.
Days are a circle, and his life in his dreams is a series of ellipsis, monotonous and repetitive.
..
"Even after working for several years, I still don't love my job."
"After practicing martial arts for two hundred years, I still feel that learning martial arts is a boring and difficult process."
Qiao Mu talked to himself in front of the mirror.
Ordinary people practice martial arts in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer, and they sweat year after year. Who would enjoy this process
He won't anyway.
"Pretend to be three pussies in the summer and thirty-nine pussies in the winter. This is what enjoyment is." Qiao Mu talked to himself in front of the mirror.
The person in the mirror looks older and older, and the wrinkles between his eyebrows are so thick that they could probably kill a mosquito.
At this time, ten years had passed since he fell asleep, and during these ten years he had developed the habit of talking to himself.
As his mind sank into the Lock of Immortality, a piece of information emerged.
Current age: 225
Qi and blood: 15%
During these ten years, he did not only practice martial arts, but also practiced the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra". Sometimes he also practiced the "Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon" and other martial arts as a change.
Therefore, his body is still strong, his energy and blood have not declined, but the proportion has declined.
But he still hadn't found the way to practice both techniques as he imagined, and he couldn't help feeling restless and irritable. Even if he beat the King of Qin a hundred times, he wouldn't feel happy.
Twenty years.
Thirty years.
Every year, Qiumu in the dream would go crazy and commit suicide hundreds of times.
When the time reached the thirtieth year, the trees in the dream had died tens of thousands of times.
This means that on the road of exploring the way to practice both the "Eternal Fist Sutra" and the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra", ten thousand trees, ten thousand martial arts masters with two hundred years of experience, failed in their attempt to deduce the skills and died.
Also in this year.
Qiao Mu, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, opened his eyes again. He opened and closed his eyes repeatedly, checking the conditions inside and outside his body, and finally came to a conclusion.
"I did it. I did it? I didn't go crazy this time. It went smoothly?"
There is no ecstasy.
Just a sense of relief.
The emotion of joy had long faded away during the long monotonous years. Now when Qiao Mu saw the face of King Qin, he would not feel the slightest anger in his heart.
But the goal is finally achieved, and I feel satisfied.
As his mind sank into the Lock of Immortality, a piece of information emerged.
Lifespan consumed by death: 80 (16*5) years (50 years remaining)
Current age: 245
Qi and blood: 10%
"Only one tenth of your energy and blood is left? No, that's not how you look at the numbers."
Qiao Mu stood up and clenched his fists.
"This number means that when my energy and blood return to the peak of my youth, they will be ten times stronger than they are now!"
With a thought, a long table, a stack of white paper, and a brush in hand appeared in front of him.
Qiao Mu wrote quickly, writing line after line.
This stack of white paper turned the pages automatically without wind in the dream, and finally became half of a thread-bound book.
After thirty years of major changes, the current martial arts method has undergone significant differences compared to both the "Eternal Life Fist Sutra" and the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra".
But it's only half, not the whole thing.
This new martial arts technique, just like Hai Wuya's "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra", only has the first few levels, and the rest needs to be deduced by oneself.
"The technique is complete, but what should it be called?"
The brush in Qiao Mu's hand stayed on the cover of the book for a long time, and finally wrote a few big words.
The Book of Humanity
This martial arts technique is not some peerless martial art practiced by a genius, and it does not require extremely high qualifications... because Qiao Mu himself is not a genius.
If he can practice it, it means that other martial artists with ordinary talents can also practice it as long as they follow his path.
This is a tree that was grown with the lives of ten thousand martial arts masters with ordinary qualifications. It is a martial arts tree that belongs to mortals.
Then, it is also appropriate to name it after the "Humanity Sutra" that Hai Wuya has been thinking about all the time.
Of course... although this "Humanity Sutra" has been completed, it is only half completed and can only be regarded as a prototype. It should not reach the level of perfection in Hai Wuya's mind.
But this did not prevent Qiumu from registering the name.
As he wrote these words, Qiao Mu finally felt a faint joy in his heart.
It looks like thirty years, but if it were placed in the outside world, it would probably take three hundred years to deduce.
After all, even if all the warriors in Kyushu over the past three hundred years are added together, there cannot be ten thousand martial arts masters with two hundred years of experience.
"The Humane Sutra is complete, so what's next..." Qiao Mu thought of this, and the slight joy disappeared:
"There are still fifty years to go, and we're not even halfway there yet."
In the first thirty years, all his energy was put into the deduction of the "Humanity Sutra".
Now that his skills were complete, his spirit and enthusiasm were gone and he no longer had the energy to push forward.
"There are still fifty years left. How should I spend these fifty years?" he said to himself.
He looked up at the sky. The sky in his dream was vast and boundless, with only a big sun hanging high in the sky and no clouds in the sky.
After thirty years, the goal has been achieved, the magical power has been completed, and now the only thing in his heart is the urge to wake up from the dream and kill everyone.
Then the next fifty years will probably be much more difficult than the first thirty years.
... ..
Qiao Mu tried to numb himself by practicing martial arts.
As long as he focuses his energy on practicing martial arts, he can immerse himself in it, be highly focused, and fall into a state of flow.
Although eighty years will not be shortened by a single second, he will have the illusion that time is passing faster.
But practicing martial arts is an arduous process after all. Every time his physical strength is exhausted, he will lose his state of concentration.
Then the many distracting thoughts that he had forced aside swallowed him up like an abyss.
At the execution ground at Caishikou, the King of Qin looked at Qiao Mu who had cut off one of his legs and asked him with a smile:
"You have the guts, but if you do, you'll lose your life, and Li Gongde's life will also be lost."
“Is it worth it?”
At that time, Qiao Mu did not waver for even a second, and he did not waver for the first thirty years of his dream.
But at this moment, some regret inevitably emerged in his heart.
"There is a price to pay for being a hero," he said to himself:
"If you are not as skilled as others, you will die."
If an ordinary person stands up, the price is death.
Trees will not die.
But after spending thirty or forty years in the dream, he now feels a little bit like dying.
This is the price he paid.
But he could have stayed away from showing up, and could have stayed away from coming to the Qin Palace.