What if the bronze-bodied Arhat came to the imperial capital? Qiao Mu had already mastered the transformation of flesh and blood. At worst, he could just change his face and go far away. Who could find him
When one regret arises, the rest of the emotions follow.
"It's not right to go on like this." Qiao Mu's mind was shaken, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, cutting off all his distracting thoughts, and then he continued to talk to himself:
"Eighty years is equivalent to an average person's lifetime. If I continue to live like this, I'll probably go crazy before I reach eighty years."
It is impossible for an ordinary person to survive eighty years of isolation with a normal mind.
Qiao Mu woke up briefly. He thought back to the days he had spent in the dream and felt that his mind had been clouded by dust.
He needed to find a reason to convince himself so that he could face the King of Qin's questioning and give a truthful answer.
If he feels regret in his heart, then the next fifty years will be like real imprisonment, and he will be immersed in this feeling of regret and self-pity for the rest of his life.
Even if it was a lie, he would make up a reason to deceive himself.
Otherwise he would regret it forever for the next fifty years and even go crazy.
"I can't regret it. I need a reason, an answer." He continued to talk to himself.
As the mind moves, the scenery in the dream world changes again.
At this time, Qiao Mu was already in the battlefield of an isolated city in the desert. This was Qiao Mu's previous memory.
Paper and bean soldiers attacked the city one after another. He watched Captain Hai lead three hundred white-haired soldiers out of the city to fight to the death. One soldier after another died at the hands of those Taoist soldiers, but he still fought hard and refused to retreat.
These old soldiers were the bravest people Qiao Mu had ever seen since he traveled through time, so he recalled his memories and asked himself:
"If I were an old soldier who had been trapped in an isolated city for forty years, I would not be shaken when faced with the questioning of the King of Qin, right?"
Qiao Mu replayed the scene in his memory dozens of times, but finally realized that he was doing something stupid.
"Am I trying to impress myself?" Qiumu laughed at himself.
People cannot deceive their own hearts.
Qiao Mu once charged forward with the old soldiers and even led his troops to die.
But this does not mean that if he were in the same situation as the old soldiers, he would be able to hold on for forty years like Captain Hai and others.
He is not from this world, so he has no sense of belonging to the Great Yan Dynasty, and naturally no sense of patriotism.
What touched him in the past was not the old soldiers' noble sentiments, but their resolute willingness to face death.
Therefore, it was impossible for him to copy the answers of the old soldiers in Lonely City because he could not substitute them.
"What will be my answer?" He closed his eyes, but his body followed his muscle memory and practiced the Changsheng Fist once again.
He had fifty years to think about it.
If there was no answer, and he spent fifty years immersed in regret, he might have gone crazy when he woke up from his dream.
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Caishikou.
The blood flowed over the gaps between the bluestone bricks on the ground and over the moss in the corners of the wall.
A pair of long boots stepped on the moss, making a slight sound, and blood began to flow out of the moss again.
The square-faced general raised his foot, frowned and looked at the sole of his boot, his brows deeply furrowed.
He was a third-grade spirit-refining martial artist who joined the Martial Arts Alliance. He also mastered the Golden Body Technique, which allowed him to be reborn.
In fact, although he was not considered a hero at the beginning, he was not a bloodthirsty person. But for some reason, after hearing the King of Qin's order to massacre the civilians in Caishikou, he did not have much resistance in his heart
"People's hearts will change. Have I changed too?" The square-faced general remained silent and continued walking with the axe on his shoulder.
Although he had achieved the bronze skin level of the Golden Body in martial arts, he was originally good at axe techniques and not good at fists and palms, so he was still more accustomed to using an axe.
He raised his battle axe once again, and was about to chop at the civilian who had fallen to the ground with weak legs, but suddenly his eyes blurred.
He suddenly felt a sense of alarm and turned to look at the figure.
It seemed to be an old man with completely white hair, which was almost reaching the ground.
But when he looked closely at the man's face, he found that he didn't have many wrinkles and didn't seem too old. Could he be considered a middle-aged man
The white-haired middle-aged man did not say a word. He stood abruptly in the middle of the road like a sculpture, with his hands hanging down and his eyes lifeless. He seemed to be in a daze and did not move. His whole body was full of flaws.
But the square-faced general felt inexplicably frightened, so he strode around the corner of the street, leaving the middle-aged man behind.
Although he had gone far away, he still kept the King of Qin's order in his heart.
When he reached another street, he caught a glimpse of a skinny little man huddled under the table of a butcher's stall. He immediately strode over, raised the battle axe on his shoulder, and chopped down with all his might.
But before he could chop down the axe, his eyes blurred again. The strange middle-aged man with white hair appeared in front of him again, staring at the falling axe.
The axe was chopped down at high speed, from extremely fast to extremely quiet, and stopped an inch away from the middle-aged man's face. The strong wind it brought blew up the white hair on the middle-aged man's forehead.
His wrist was shaking violently and felt a little sore, and even the huge axe in his hand was shaking.
"You coward, why did you stop?" Another bronze-bodied officer nearby taunted:
"It's too late now that you feel guilty and want to stop, isn't it?"
"It's not me who stopped." The square-faced general gritted his teeth and raised the giant axe in his hand bit by bit.
"This seems to be a martial artist at the first level of spiritual cultivation." He said in a hoarse voice.
The first level of spirit refining is already the pinnacle of the nine-level martial arts system.
At this point, the overly powerful mind can already affect external objects other than one's own body.
Qin Shiqing, a first-class warrior at that time, was able to make the stones he threw turn, which was actually similar to the way immortal cultivators controlled objects.
But that’s all.
Just now he felt that the huge axe in his hand was like chopping down an invisible mountain. It was not that he intended to hold back, but that he simply could not chop down.
Is the first-grade soul refiner so strong? The square-faced officer was puzzled.
But if an ordinary first-grade spirit cultivator can stop the axe in his hand just by looking at it without taking any action, then why would he bother practicing the Golden Body Technique
When he thought of this, he suddenly felt the earth shaking and everything went dark before his eyes.
It turned out that the white-haired middle-aged man opened his palm and held his big face in his palm.
There was only a series of teeth-grinding crunching sounds, and the square-faced general's head, which was cast in cloud-patterned mountain bronze, was twisted and deformed in the hands of the white-haired man, and was actually taken off his neck by him.
Chapter 246 Invincible Heart (7000
Li Gongde and Xing Xuanshi shuttled through the streets and alleys. They lightly pinched the magic formula in their hands, and a strong wind blew up, blowing three or four carriages piled up in the middle of the street into the air.
The carriages in the middle of the street were heavy objects moved by the powerful officers with bronze bodies to block the streets around Caishikou in order to kill people and silence them.
As soon as the carriage was overturned in the middle of the road, the trapped people burst into tears and could not help themselves:
“The gods have appeared...”
"It's worth it that we burn incense and worship the gods every day!"
Li Gongde's eyes twitched in the dark.
He was the one who took action, but in the end, the people were thanking the "immortals". So, did his merits go to waste
"I never thought that there would be a day when I would have to rescue civilians." Xing Xuan's eyes behind the mask moved slightly and fell on Li Gongde.
Li Gongde is not a god who can tell fortunes, so how could he have predicted that the King of Qin would take such radical actions as sealing off the city and killing people
But they couldn't just sit back and watch, because if the affairs of the Great Qin Mansion couldn't be spread, it would be a waste of effort and would not be in the interests of the Wu Ji Association.
The soldiers under the King of Qin also reacted quickly.
Soon, two bronze-bodied generals heard the sound and strode over.
"Does your Excellency know where the people from Tingchao Tower are? If the King of Qin wants to kill all the onlookers at Caishikou, there must be people from Tingchao Tower among them, right?" Envoy Xingxuan felt it was a difficult situation when he saw the two bronze-bodied generals.
"You can't count on anyone, including Tingchao Tower. When they hear the wind, they run faster than anyone else. When the wind gets stronger, they will still run faster than anyone else." Li Gongde said casually.
The purpose of Tingchao Tower has always been to listen to the tides, not to play with them.
The new city of Daqinfu City is ruled by the Taoist King Qin, and it is not an ordinary city. According to the convention of Tingchao Tower, there must be a top-ranked storyteller lurking in the dark.
“Without Tingchao Tower as external aid, it would only depend on the envoy and the two of us…” Envoy Xingxuan felt a bit overwhelmed as he looked at the two bronze-bodied generals.
With the power of the Wu Ji Society, they would certainly be able to deal with the two bronze-bodied Taoist soldiers.
But the problem is that ever since the Martial Saint faked his death, the Wu Ji Society has hidden behind the scenes and has kept a much lower profile.
The only ones who still walk around in the martial arts world are martial arts masters like Li Gongde, Yuexuanshi, and Xingxuanshi, who have strong spies.
Xing Xuanshi is a hidden person for obtaining intelligence. Although he is not weak, he is not the one who fights on the front battlefield.
"The bronze-bodied Taoist soldiers are not without weaknesses." Li Gongde said:
"Don't think about fighting them head-on. It's not easy for even a cultivator in the foundation-building stage to deal with this iron-shelled turtle. After all, the Dao soldiers were originally killing weapons refined by cultivators for fighting."
"The Dao Sect can easily deal with martial artists... But these martial artists who cultivate their spirits have given up their bodies and become dogs for the aliens, so their minds have been compromised."
"You can use the 'witness technique' of the Spiritual Refining Warrior..."
Li Gongde had personally witnessed how the Qiao family dealt with these Taoist soldiers, so he spoke very clearly.
"Just using the 'witness technique' may not be enough. We also need the power to break the 'Moiré Mountain Copper'." Xing Xuanshi hesitated.
Although the art of refining spirits and witnessing is relatively rare, the Wu Ji Hui's arsenal includes martial arts from all over the world, so naturally it has many types.
But in the battles of spirit-refining warriors, the witnessing technique is generally used to attack the mind, causing the enemy to be distracted for a moment and slow down their movements. For a spirit-refining master, a slight slowdown of one or two breaths is enough to determine the outcome.
But Taoist soldiers have gone beyond the category of warriors.
Once the Golden Body Technique is mastered, even a bronze-skinned Taoist soldier who has achieved the status of a third-grade spiritual warrior will be invulnerable to swords and spears, let alone a temporary loss of consciousness. Even if the bronze-skinned Taoist soldier stands there and does not fight back, an ordinary warrior will only be able to scratch him.
"If they were easy to deal with, would the Da Dao Sect go to so much trouble to create these Taoist soldiers? The human body has its limits and cannot defeat gold and iron, let alone immortal materials." Li Gongde shook his head.
Fortunately, he is also a cultivator, so if he really wants to deal with this bronze-bodied Taoist soldier, he still has a way.
In this world, immortal cultivators are the protagonists. Martial arts are just a self-defense trick for ordinary people in the mortal world and are not worthy of being on the stage.
Li Gongde was just making a hand gesture and preparing to secretly deal with the two bronze-bodied Taoist soldiers when suddenly a loud noise was heard in the distance.
I saw a teahouse beside me collapse with a loud bang. A tall black shadow flew out from the smoke and dust and landed at the feet of the two bronze-bodied generals.
The two generals took a closer look and immediately recognized the person under their feet: it was a big man with a round face, who was also a bronze-bodied Taoist soldier like them.
But at this moment, the skin of the round-faced general was cracked like a spider web, and a fist-sized hole was clearly visible in his lower abdomen.
"Who did it?" the two bronze-skinned generals asked in surprise.
Ever since they mastered the Golden Body Technique, even a first-level Spirit Refiner could not be their match. Now, their colleague fell down in front of them, which really shocked them.
"It seems to be a... white-haired martial artist?" The round-faced officer was also hesitant. He couldn't tell what the person who pierced his chest and abdomen was:
"Is there a traitor among us?"
"An initiate? Impossible. There are absolutely no traitors under the King of Qin's command." The generals retorted.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from far away under the collapsed teahouse.
This was a middle-aged man with white hair and eyes as calm as deep pools. He seemed to be looking at them, but also as if his gaze was looking through them into the distance.
"It's him!" said the round-faced general whose chest and abdomen were pierced while coughing up blood.
Li Gongde's eyes narrowed. "This person... looks a bit like the brothers Qiao Shui and Qiao Wei? Is he their descendant?"
"The Qiao family? The Qiao family also has Taoist soldiers?" Xing Xuan was stunned.
"What nonsense are you talking about? The Qiao family is a hidden martial arts family. How could they have Taoist soldiers---" Li Gongde hadn't finished his words when he heard a slight clicking sound.
Turning his head, he saw that Qiao Mu, who had been standing in the distance just now, had appeared in front of the fallen round-faced general. He stepped on his chest with one foot, pressed his head with one hand, and pulled his head out from his neck.
"..." Li Gongde was silent for a moment, then changed his words:
"It's obvious that the Qiao family is a large family with an ancient heritage and flourishing branches. It's reasonable that there are several immortal cultivators in this large family."
"But why did the Qiao family make the Taoist soldiers look like the two elders, Qiao Shui and Qiao Wei?"
Li Gongde was just surprised, but the two bronze-bodied generals who were approached by Qiao Mu were instantly horrified, and their spiritual intuition sensed the extreme danger.
"Who are you?!" one of the bronze-bodied generals shouted, his voice booming like thunder and spreading in all directions.
In fact, he was not shouting, but pretending to shout, while actually shouting for help in the hope that others would rescue him.
The King of Qin also issued an order that there might be members of the Qiao family hiding in the streets near Caishikou. Now that Qiao Wei is dead, if any members of the Qiao family really come to seek revenge, he will naturally kill them all.