At this time, the white-haired man finally opened his mouth and answered:
"The body..."
"Flesh body? What is he talking about? His name can't be a flesh body, right? It's totally irrelevant." The two bronze-skinned generals each used lightness skills to try to escape, but the white-haired man was like a ghost, always following closely behind them three steps.
"The body, qi and blood are the foundation of a warrior." The white-haired man continued:
"Whether the qi and blood are sufficient or not can be roughly regarded as the strength of a warrior's body."
"The starting point for a ninth-grade martial artist is the strength training stage. When the muscles are full and the blood and qi are abundant, the internal strength will be generated."
"But as people age, their vitality and blood inevitably decline and their bodies weaken. The human body has its limits after all."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pierced through the chest of a bronze-skinned general, who immediately fell to the ground.
"Why does this guy keep talking to himself and talking nonsense? Is he a madman?" As soon as this thought flashed through the mind of the bronze-skinned general, his whole body suddenly shook. The world spun around and he saw a hand piercing through his chest.
The two bronze-skinned generals fell to the ground, already breathless.
Qiao Mu stood beside their bodies, his eyes a little empty.
Around the 30th year of his dream, he realized that his mind was clouded and his state was different, and he knew one thing:
The eighty years in the dream are equivalent to an ordinary person’s entire life, and it is a sleepless life.
During this period of eighty years, my inner emotions would continue to amplify when I was alone.
In the first thirty years, when Qiao Mu still had the goal of deducing the technique, it was still OK. But after the last fifty years, his inner anxiety made it difficult for Qiao Mu to enter the state of concentration.
If he felt regret for dying while helping others and falling into an eighty-year long dream, then these emotions would consume him bit by bit during the long period of solitude, and he would never have peace again.
It is impossible for an ordinary person to spend his entire life in a dream in a normal state of mind, so when Qiumu wakes up from the dream again, there are only two possible outcomes.
Or he may be tortured into insanity by regret.
Or find an answer that can support yourself.
And now... ..he actually already has the answer in his heart.
So when he woke up from his dream, he was at the first level of spirit cultivation.
"How can a mortal's flesh and blood fight against metal? This is actually true."
"But I am no longer a mortal." His eyes regained some focus, and he finally came back to his senses from his dream.
With a thought, his mind sank into the Ouroboros Immortality Lock within his heart, and a stream of information immediately emerged.
This death rating: A (based on Wu Fa Xian)
Lifespan lost after death: 80 (16*5) years
Remaining resurrections this week: 3/5
Current age: 295
Qi and blood: 60%
Skill:
Kung Fu --- Humanity Sutra (half, seventh level) Pure Yang Wuji Kung (ninth level) Military Martial Arts (great achievement)
Fists and Kicks --- Broken Void Finger (Perfect) Ripple Wave Force (Fourth Level: Four-fold Wave)
Weapons--- Shadow Sword Technique (Perfect), Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique (Slash Me, Perfect), Military Martial Arts Weapons Chapter (Perfect)
Light Body Movements-- Shadow Step (Perfect) Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon (Waterfall Climbing, Great Accomplishment)
Hard Kung Fu --- Iron Crotch Kung Fu (perfect) Golden Bell Cover Iron Cloth Shirt (great achievement)
Forbidden Explosive Techniques --- Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique (Perfect), Red Moon Blood Burning Technique (Great), Blood Burst Technique (Great), Blood Sword Technique (Mastery)
Qimen---Eye Sword Technique (Great Mastery) Blood and Flesh Thousand Changes (Great Mastery) Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue (Mastery)
During the eighty years in the dream, Qiumu did a lot of things.
For example, the information that emerges in one's mind that he has studied is actually essentially a kind of "introspective" ability of oneself.
Just like manipulating one's own lucid dreams, this information can actually change according to Qiumu's thoughts, hence this change.
During the eighty years in the dream, he focused his main energy on deducing the skills and finding answers to support his inner heart, which in a sense was also a further exploration of the way to refine the spirit.
The rest of the martial arts training was not the focus of his dream. At most, it could be regarded as a diversion after being tired of practicing the martial arts.
Even so, eighty years is too long, and many martial arts have achieved breakthroughs, such as the super-light skill Tianlong Eight Steps.
As for the seventh level of the Humanity Sutra, it is actually transformed from the Sumeru Mountain King Sutra which has already reached the seventh level.
Although the prototype of the "Humanity Sutra" deduced by Qiao Mu is not the same as the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra", it still retains some characteristics of the latter.
With each level, the time required almost doubles.
For a warrior of ordinary aptitude, as long as he perseveres, the first level will take 2 years, the second level will take 4 years, the third level will take 8 years, and so on... .
If Qiao Mu can practice it, ordinary martial artists can also practice it. This is not a martial arts method that requires high qualifications.
As I was thinking this, I heard the sound of dense footsteps in the distance.
The cries for help from the two bronze-skinned generals before their death had been heard by others. In the distance, the King of Qin took the lead and strode towards them with many generals under his command.
"What traitorous martial artist? This is clearly a member of the Qiao family! Are you blind?" King Qin's eyes fell on Qiao Mu's face, and a huge weight fell from his heart.
Before he saw Qiao Mu's true appearance, he still felt somewhat heavy-hearted.
As the King of Qin supported by the Da Dao Sect, he actually has the authority to command the other Dao soldiers under his command... Although these bronze-skinned and iron-boned Dao soldiers are strong, they do not have complete free will, and their minds will be subconsciously influenced by the hints and orders of the King of Qin or the Dao Dao Sect's cultivators.
So theoretically speaking, it is impossible for a person who enters Taoism through martial arts to betray... .
As the King of Qin hurried over, he wondered if the other eight great sects had also supported the Taoist soldiers? And now they were sending them into the Qin Prefecture City to cause trouble
If this is the case, then he, the King of Qin, is sandwiched between several major immortal sects, which is not a good thing... .
All his worries disappeared after he saw Qiao Mu's face.
Isn't it the Qiao family? He just killed one.
The Qiao family is indeed very strong, surpassing ordinary spiritual warriors. When the demon breaks out and disintegrates, they are strong enough to fight against the Taoist soldiers with bronze skin and iron bones.
But that relies on abnormally strong internal energy.
Such people are destined to be very rare, because the fourth level is already the soft limit of internal strength. Therefore, if an ordinary fourth-level warrior does not follow the path of refining the spirit, but slowly practices internal strength until the end of his life, he is often no match for the upper three levels of refining the spirit.
So it is obvious that the two brothers Qiao Shui and Qiao Wei were both outliers among the warriors.
Either he is a person with extraordinary talent, or he is a child of luck who fell off a cliff and took some exotic fruit, which led to a sudden increase in his power.
Whether it is the former or the latter, these are irreplaceable and extremely rare.
Now another member of the Qiao family has come... Tsk tsk, he looks like a middle-aged man, probably the descendant of Qiao Shui and Qiao Wei
"It seems that the elders of the Qiao family have finally died." The corners of the King of Qin's mouth curled up slightly, and he said with a slightly sarcastic smile:
"Your elders all died in my hands. Their bodies are not even cold yet, and you dare to come and seek revenge?"
"Revenge?" Qiao Mu's eyes were like a deep pool.
When he met the King of Qin again after eighty years, there was no obvious emotion in his eyes, as if this man was not a powerful enemy who had killed him once, but an ordinary passerby.
"If you hold on to that kind of emotion, you will only sink into madness in eighty years." His voice was as calm as the expression on his face, like a cool mountain breeze.
"Besides, you are not worthy of me remembering you for eighty years."
Eighty years
King Qin did not understand Qiao Mu's words, but the moment his eyes met Qiao Mu's, a fleeting warning suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Come on." He waved his hand and retreated behind the bronze-skinned generals.
The King of Qin has always been meticulous. Although he said he looked down on the Qiao family, how could he ignore the warning signs that flashed across his heart
Since this guy is so weird, let his tough generals test him first, and then he will take advantage of the opportunity to attack him during the siege.
It would have been fine if he had just tortured Qiao Wei, who had a broken leg.
Daqin Prefecture is his base camp, why should he fight the enemy alone
There were about twenty bronze-skinned generals around who looked at each other and hesitated for a moment.
But under the cold gaze of King Qin, they finally slowly moved their feet and surrounded Qiao Mu.
As third-rank spirit-refining warriors, although their spirit-refining skills have regressed, their intuition is still quite sharp.
If there was no order from the King of Qin, they would have chosen to listen to their inner voice - retreat decisively.
But as soon as the King of Qin's voice came out, they moved their feet unconsciously and surrounded Qiao Mu.
"Twenty bronze-skinned Taoist soldiers..." Li Gongde's expression in the dark changed slightly.
Any bronze-skinned Taoist soldier can use their invulnerable bodies to crush ordinary spirit-refining warriors. Even a first-grade spirit-refining warrior cannot break through their shell, and the only option is to escape.
"If this Taoist team under the command of King Qin were placed in the martial arts world of Jiuzhou, it would be enough to stir up a bloody storm. Those warriors who practice ancient martial arts would basically have no chance of competing with them." Xing Xuanshi judged.
"But this Qiao family... it's hard to say." Xing Xuan frowned:
"Let me see how he's going to deal with it... ..Hmm? He closed his eyes? Is he being too confident and overconfident?"
Right in the middle of the street.
Qiao Mu's hands were hanging down, and he didn't make any starting moves. He looked loose and unprepared for a fight, and even had his eyes closed.
But he has already entered the first level of spirit refining.
When he closed his eyes and everything he saw was pitch black, the sounds he heard in his ears and the intuitive sensations in his heart became clearer and more obvious.
"Did you hear that?" He stood in the encirclement of the bronze-bodied Taoist soldiers, closed his eyes and whispered like he was talking in a sleep.
The twenty bronze-skinned Taoist soldiers who were as strong as iron towers did not respond, but each of them held a weapon, as if facing a powerful enemy, and surrounded the white-haired man, and the encirclement gradually narrowed.
So Qiao Mu remained silent and just listened quietly.
He heard the footsteps of the twenty Taoist soldiers, each as tall as an iron tower, approaching, and the sound of their heavy boots unconsciously crushing the blue bricks beneath their feet.
He heard the thin man hiding under the butcher's table praying: "God bless you, God bless you..."
He heard the sound of the wind passing through the street, the sound of a teahouse collapsing in the distance, and the gentle breathing and heartbeats of two bystanders in the dark... .
But these were not the sounds he wanted to hear.
The voice he wants to hear is not from the outside world, but the voice in his own heart.
The King of Qin was not worth his eighty years of concern.
But the question from the King of Qin had indeed lingered in his mind for eighty years, and he had spent an ordinary person's lifetime searching for an answer.
In that life in his dream, he had reviewed his life since he traveled through time hundreds and thousands of times. He could remember clearly every choice and every time he sought death since he came to Yancheng.
As an immortal, Qiao Mu is destined to grow into a powerful man at the top of this world. The only difference is time. He always has the simple mode to choose.
The safest way is to hide.
After obtaining one of the "Eternal Life Fist Sutra" and the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra", Qiao Mu could hide in the deep mountains and forests, practice martial arts until the end of time, watch the rise and fall of dynasties, and then come out into the world again after achieving great martial arts.
The fastest way is to become possessed.
Killing is countless times easier than saving people. As long as you let go of your bottom line and slaughter all living beings, you can become a demon in an instant, and get negative death reviews. You can still die with high quality and become stronger quickly.
Even if he insisted on becoming a knight who gained both fame and fortune, there was actually a more cost-effective way:
For example, when he was in Yancheng and broke into the city lord's mansion to kidnap Master Guo and kill Guo Yan, he fought to the death and the final blow was not given to Guo Yan, but to a coffin-bearing servant who had not yet been promoted, and was responsible for cleaning up the mess for Old Huang.
This is not the most cost-effective and profitable option.
Since coming to this world.
Qiao Mu’s choice has never been the safest choice, nor the fastest choice to upgrade, nor is it the choice to use the suffering of others as a tool to gain points and maximize benefits.
It is the choice that best suits your inner thoughts.
All choices come from the heart.
All your actions are your own fault.
I have to bear the consequences of my eighty years of dreaming. It is all my own fault.
When he was in the imperial capital, old soldiers like Hai Siyuan drew their swords to cover his retreat, which was also their own fault.
"This is the path I chose myself, and every time I die it is a choice I make from the bottom of my heart."