He raised his big feet and stomped on the half of the paper man to flatten it completely.
An old horse in the stable still has a thousand miles to go; a martyr in his old age still has great ambitions.
Taizu of the Great Yan Dynasty, who had not been defeated for more than two hundred years, developed a desire to fight after suffering a crushing defeat.
"Qiao Jin sees me as a mirror, so why can't I see him as a mirror?" Yan Taizu said to himself:
"The life of an immortal is still long, so let's wait and see."
The six-hundred-year-old immortal Qiao Jin can put aside his reserve as an old senior and learn the lightness skills of the younger generation, the Eight-Armed Sky Dragon, the swordsmanship of the Exiled Immortal, and the strange new methods of the Martial Saint.
Why can't he
"Joakim, you have your ideas, and I have my pride."
Qiao Mu did not take the dynasty's hegemony seriously, but in Yan Shenji's eyes, this was his obsession.
"Now that the palace has gone through such a dramatic change, and an extraordinary person has died in my hands, the Immortal Sect will definitely take action..."
"Emperor Yonghe has passed away. The most important thing now is to establish a new emperor and stabilize the situation."
Thinking of this, Yan Shenji started to have a headache again.
The descendants of Emperor Yonghe? Although he had a group of princes, with the example of Emperor Yonghe, the princes he trained were actually not up to the task.
...
When it was just dawn, Qiao Mu and his companions had already arrived at Dong Xinglin Clinic on the outskirts of the imperial capital.
In the clinic.
"What? Doctor Dong is traveling? Why did he choose this moment? He was here yesterday." Hai Siyuan was a little anxious:
"When will Dr. Dong return?"
"Teacher, he didn't mention when he would return. But before he left, he did mention that if General Hai came to look for him, he had something to give him, which might help General Hai stay for another half a day."
The middle-aged doctor brought out a brocade box and handed it to Hai Siyuan.
Hai Siyuan hurriedly opened the brocade box. After seeing what was inside, his pupils trembled, his hands shook, and he almost knocked over the brocade box in his hand.
Qiao Mu looked carefully and saw that in the brocade box, there was a lump of flesh about half the size of a fist. It was expanding and contracting slightly, and its breathing was rising and falling like a living thing.
"Why are you so surprised?" Hai Wuya looked at his son with a look of surprise:
"Didn't Divine Doctor Dong tell you this? Didn't he mention his identity?"
"What?" Hai Siyuan was also confused.
"Is he a member of the Wuji Association?" Qiao Mu interrupted.
"I know this thing. It's a healing medicine from the Wu Ji Association. It's called Lingrou Dan, and it can be used to treat physical injuries."
"But I didn't know that this thing was so magical that it could even prolong the life of a terminally ill person like Hai Wuya."
"The Wuji Association's Soul and Flesh Pill?" Hai Wuya shook his head:
"Ordinary spirit and flesh pills don't have such magical effects."
"But if it is the Soul Flesh Pill that Mr. Wu Qizhen personally refined, it may not be the case."
Wu Qizheng
Qiao Mu casually picked up the meat ball from the brocade box, weighed it carefully, and immediately came to a conclusion:
The original owner of this ball of flesh and blood also had quite good Qi and blood. Although not as good as him, it was already equivalent to a top-notch Qi and blood among warriors.
Of course, even a martial artist with superb qi and blood could not cut his flesh and blood at will like Wu Qizhen did.
"Cutting off one's own flesh to prolong someone else's life? What kind of living Bodhisattva?" Qiao Mu muttered.
This is due to Wu Qizhen's special physique. Even Qiao Mu, who has also practiced the Thousand Changes of Flesh and Blood, cannot do such a thing.
"Mr. Qiao, please keep this matter confidential." Hai Wuya said with a smile:
"Mr. Wu Qizhen has secretly left the Wu Ji Society. He should be the only one of the Seventy-two Sages who deceived the Martial Saint and escaped."
"I understand."
"As for this ball of soul and flesh pills, it is actually of no use to me. I don't mind spending half a day on it." Hai Wuya smiled and stuffed the brocade box in his hand into the hands of his eldest son.
Wu Qizhen's soul and flesh pill is of little significance to Qiao Mu now.
After all, Qiao Mu's flesh and blood can also change in a thousand ways, and although Wu Qizhen is also a martial artist with super blood and qi, the total amount of qi and blood is not as good as Qiao Mu's, so his flesh and blood has very limited effect on Qiao Mu.
But for Hai Siyuan, it is a holy medicine for healing wounds and prolonging life.
If used properly, it can be worth half a life.
Hai Siyuan also understood Hai Wuya's intention to entrust his son to him, so he naturally did not refuse.
"Hai Wuya, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" Qiao Mu asked.
In fact, logically speaking, "Qiao Jin" was a strange elder of the Qiao family whom Hai Wuya met for the first time, and he was not an acquaintance.
But now that things have come to this, Qiao Mu no longer acts so much.
"Wish..." Hai Wuya just smiled faintly when he heard this:
"I have already gotten what I wanted."
His biggest wish was to see the publication of the "Humanity Sutra", and this has now come true.
After seeing the "Humanity Sutra", his second wish was that he hoped that the "Humanity Sutra" would not remain at the level of martial arts theory. He wanted to see with his own eyes a strong man who had practiced the "Humanity Sutra" to a high level.
So two generations of the Qiao family, Qiao Shuangzhao and Qiao Jin, entered the palace one after another.
The battle between Qiao Jin and Taizu of Dayan was a struggle between the ancient martial arts and the warriors of the "Humanity Sutra".
And he had witnessed the outcome of the battle with his own eyes.
Now, he feels that his wish has been fulfilled and he has no regrets in life.
"It seems to be daybreak. Help me walk outside the clinic." Hai Wuya let his eldest son support him and walked slowly outside the clinic.
Dong Xinglin's clinic is located in the suburbs of the imperial capital, where powerless civilians live.
It was early morning and outside the clinic, ordinary people who had gotten up early were walking on the streets in groups of three or four, preparing to go to the market.
These people are far away from the imperial capital.
The dramatic changes in the palace last night seemed to have nothing to do with their lives. This morning they were still as busy and ordinary as usual.
Hai Wuya watched this scene quietly without saying a word, but his eyelids gradually became heavy and half closed.
Hai Siyuan was originally supporting him to stand, but at this moment he couldn't help but ask:
"Father, have you had a hard time these years?"
"Someone in the capital said that your name was derived from 'Boundless Ocean of Learning', but your life experience is more like 'Boundless Ocean of Suffering'."
This is actually a question that Hai Siyuan has been thinking about for a long time.
Since ancient times, it has been difficult to be both loyal and filial. He guarded the isolated city at the age of 20 and did not leave the desert until he was over 60.
His old father's fate was no better than his. He was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison at an early age and stayed there for a full thirty years.
Even before his death, he was captured by Emperor Yonghe and almost imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison for the third time.
Hai Siyuan felt somewhat guilty.
"The sea of learning has no end? The sea of suffering has no end?" Hai Wuya still smiled faintly.
His whole life... .
In his early years, he was a scholar who read books of sages. His lifelong pursuit was "study hard and become an official", but he failed the imperial examinations for many years.
Later, he met a young martial arts saint, who advised him to go to Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts first and then become an official.
This is a rather tortuous path to becoming an official. One must first abandon the dignity of a scholar to learn skills and practice martial arts. After becoming famous, one must join the imperial army and then be transferred from a military officer to a civil servant.
Most people are not very good at this.
But Hai Wuya succeeded. After many hardships, he reached the second rank in his middle age and became an important official of the dynasty, the Minister of Rites.
But before he could wear the official hat for a few days and enjoy the blessings for a few days, the war between aliens came.
When he entered the prison, he was an important official of the imperial court who was full of vigor and vitality. When he came out of the prison, he was an old man with gray hair on his temples.
Until now.
From an outsider's perspective, his life was busy, tortuous and turbulent. On the surface, he was a second-rank official, but he had never really enjoyed the blessings of a high-ranking official for a few years.
That’s why people call him “the sea of suffering without boundaries.”
"Others laugh at me for having a hard life, but I don't think it's hard at all." Hai Wuya recalled:
"When I was young, I read the books of sages, hoping to become an official. Later, I was promoted to the second rank and was awarded the title of Shangshu."
"When I was in prison in my middle age, I only wished to create a "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra", and later I got my wish."
"In his later years, with white hair on his temples, he and his son reunited and witnessed the emergence of the Humanity Sutra with his own eyes. He saw a peerless master who practiced the Humanity Sutra and surpassed the founding ancestor of the Great Yan."
"All I have ever wanted in my life has been achieved with my own hands. At this point in my life, what else do I want? Why bother?"
Hai Siyuan and others listened to the old man's chatter in silence without interrupting.
His life was indeed full of suffering, but who in this world has an easy life nowadays
The sea of suffering is boundless. This is an objective fact that cannot be changed by human will or subjective attitude.
But he had a sincere heart and all he saw was no suffering, only satisfaction.
"Qiao Jin, Mr. Qiao. Let me ask you one more question. At what level have you cultivated the "Humanity Sutra"?" Hai Wuya asked again.
"The eighth floor." Qiao Mu said.
He began to practice the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" at the age of 60, and at the age of 508, he deduced the "Humanity Sutra" to the eighth level and successfully entered it.
"The eighth floor?" Hai Wuya said to himself:
"Your physical body, qi and blood seem to have not yet reached the point of perfection and integrity."
“It seems that the Humane Book has more potential for improvement than I originally expected.”
He smiled slightly, watching the common people walking through the streets and alleys in front of him, listening to their greetings and gossips.
"Humanity should flourish." Hai Wuya said slowly.
"As long as I am in human nature, I will naturally prosper." Qiao Mu continued.
"The Qiao family has always been so high-spirited, generation after generation..." Hai Wuya's voice became lower and lower, until it was almost inaudible, and his eyelids finally closed.
...
There is a new grave next to the apricot forest outside the suburban medical clinic.
A gentle breeze blew by, the apricot grove swayed in the wind, apricot flowers blossomed into a sea, and a faint fragrance rose gently with the wind.
The inscription on the tombstone reads:
The ancestor of humanity, the tomb of the endless sea.
The epitaph reads: The sea of suffering is boundless, and you can only cross it by yourself.
Chapter 278 Kyushu Chaos (6k
The end of Yonghe period.
The Qiao family, a prominent martial arts family, led more than 200 rebels, Qiao Jin and Qiao Shuangqi, into the palace to assassinate Emperor Yonghe, who died in the Golden Throne Hall.
The second day.
The fourteen-year-old prince succeeded to the throne and the reign was named "Wuping".
...
"From now on, you are Emperor Wuping."
Emperor Taizu Yan touched the little emperor's head and spoke softly.
Most of Emperor Yonghe's sons and daughters were incapable of taking on important tasks, and none of them caught the eye of Emperor Yan Taizu.
Therefore, Emperor Taizu Yan chose the youngest prince, who was only fourteen years old and not yet an adult.
Although it is difficult to say whether it is right or wrong to push a young boy onto the throne at such a critical moment.