The fat cat was already asleep with his eyes closed, but his four paws were still unconsciously on Qiaomu's shoulders, hanging on him like a koala, and he couldn't get off no matter how hard he tried.
Ever since Qiao Mu crossed over 300 years in his dream that day and became a peerless master, the cat came out of the shadow, smelled the scent, rolled its eyes and fell asleep on the spot.
Before falling asleep, he did not forget to put his hands on Qiaomu's shoulders and pressed tightly against Qiaomu's neck, his nose twitching slightly occasionally unconsciously.
But Qiao Mu didn't care. The fat pig was unconscious, which was a good opportunity to do something to it.
This sleep lasted for a month.
In a month, the fat cat's whole body was made smooth and plump by Qiaomu. In the end, the hair on its body seemed to be glowing, and Qiaomu used it as a scarf.
You know what, it’s quite warm.
The only bad thing is that this fat cat occasionally drools when it falls asleep, which is really unbearable.
"After sleeping for a month, there should be some big changes, right? Could it be that he is repaying his gratitude?"
Qiao Mu thought casually, clasping his hands together:
"May the immortals of the Dao Sect bless me, don't turn me into a tank..."
While he was playing with the cat at the table, the door of the inn was pushed open, and several old soldiers with gray hair walked in and greeted Hai Siyuan and others.
One month after Emperor Wuping ascended the throne, the whole country was in chaos and the Great Yan Dynasty basically lost its control over the other eight states.
During this period when the imperial court was busy and had no time to take care of other things, Qiao Mu, Hai Siyuan and others spent a month visiting various places in Zhongzhou, searching for the old soldiers who had walked out of the lonely city in the past.
There were more than two hundred old soldiers who went to the imperial capital to join Hai Wuya. Although there were many of them, they were not all.
At this time, in the town of Anxi in Zhongzhou, three hundred old soldiers gathered together again and recounted a dramatic change that had taken place in the imperial city.
More than 200 veteran soldiers, led by Hai Siyuan and Li Changshi, have been charged with the crime of regicide.
Although Emperor Taizu Yan exercised great restraint and did not bring disaster to his family, it was naturally impossible for him to let go of these regicide rebels.
Therefore, if the three hundred veterans continued to stay in Zhongzhou, they would inevitably face encirclement and suppression by the imperial army once the imperial court had recovered from the shock.
This is a battle between the imperial court and the rebels, and will not change because of Yan Taizu's personal attitude.
The crime of regicide is punishable by death.
The ones who took action were more than 200 veteran soldiers including Hai Siyuan.
But the remaining dozens of veteran soldiers naturally had to be on guard to avoid being implicated.
At this point, all the old soldiers who walked out of the isolated city gathered together again.
"I never expected that I would return to this city after so many twists and turns..." An old soldier sighed as he looked at the stone city in Li Changshi's hand:
"We will leave Zhongzhou this time. Three hundred people would be too conspicuous, and we will have to stay in this stone city for most of the time."
"After leaving Zhongzhou, do you have anywhere to go?" Qiao Mu asked.
"Yes." Hai Siyuan nodded:
"My father once lived in Linhe Prefecture in Southwest Province. He asked an old friend to buy a villa for him. It is enough to accommodate hundreds of people."
"The Southwest State is a mountainous area, known as the 100,000-meter-high mountain range. It is vast and sparsely populated, making it a perfect place for us...rebels to hide."
"Looking back now, it's possible that he knew he didn't have much time left, so he kept some tricks up his sleeve."
"So, what will you do after you go to Southwest Province? Will you hide there for the rest of your life?" Qiao Mu asked again.
Hai Siyuan hesitated to speak and finally remained silent.
In fact, before they ascended the throne, they had no intention of killing the king.
The assassination in the palace was not a carefully planned rebellion, but a natural choice due to the changing situation.
Therefore, Hai Siyuan and others did not have a clear plan for what to do next and what to do for the future.
In the past few days, more and more old soldiers have gathered in this small town, but most of them are here to greet each other and discuss the current corrupt situation in the entire Kyushu, and they are very worried.
After assassinating Emperor Yonghe, they lost their direction for a moment and felt dazed.
Now they have lost their status as officials of Dayanwu and have become wanted criminals by the imperial court. Zhongzhou seems vast, but they don't know where to go.
It is true that with the death of Emperor Yonghe, most of the burden in my heart has been relieved.
But everyone knows who was the culprit for the near annihilation of the 100,000-man army...
As long as the Da Dao Sect survives, the hearts of these 300 old soldiers will remain in the desert forever. How can they return to the countryside
Qiao Mu looked at the reactions of Hai Siyuan and others, and roughly understood in his heart.
He thought for a moment and said:
"Have you heard of the Immortal-killing Army?"
Hai Siyuan and others were stunned at first.
Then all the old soldiers in the inn looked over unconsciously.
How could they forget the term "Fighting Immortal Army"
When they were still in the isolated city, the Qiao family used a lie about an army attacking immortals, pretending that reinforcements from Dayan were coming, and deceived the entire city, sweeping away the past decadence.
"What does it mean that Mr. Qiao suddenly mentioned the Immortal Extermination Army?" Hai Siyuan smiled bitterly:
"The Immortal Extermination Army was just a lie that I agreed with the Qiao family to deceive the entire city."
"Yes, the Immortal-killing Army is indeed a lie." Qiao Mu said in a deep voice:
"There has never been any army to attack the immortals in this world. The officers and soldiers of Da Yan lost their will to fight forty years ago. The king has surrendered, so how can the soldiers still have the will to fight?"
The veterans smiled bitterly.
There has never been an army of immortal warriors in this world, only the Qiao family.
The people who broke into the desert were the Qiao family, not Dayan’s soldiers.
They have known this for a long time.
Only Hai Siyuan raised his eyebrows, vaguely realizing something, and looked up at Qiao Mu.
Qiao Mu stood up at this time and looked at the white-haired veterans who filled the inn:
"There has never been an army to defeat immortals in this world before, but from today on, there is an army to defeat immortals."
"Since you are no longer soldiers of Da Yan, do you dare to join my Immortal-killing Army and fight against the nine great immortal sects?"
The old soldiers looked at each other at the same time, and light gradually appeared in their cloudy old eyes.
As one member of the Qiao family after another died in battle, they had already built up unparalleled prestige in the eyes of these old soldiers.
If there is any warrior in this world who is qualified to take up the banner of the "Anti-Immortal Army", then in their hearts, it must be the Qiao family.
"Why not? I have been fighting with foreigners all my life. Now it's just a matter of fighting for a few more years." An old soldier blew his beard and glared.
Don't worry." Qiao Mu raised his hand and pressed it, and the noise of the old soldiers around him disappeared immediately.
While everyone was gathered together, Qiao Mu was ready to speak frankly and say all the ugly words up front.
He is now 675 years old and is no longer a young man. He would not hold any overly idealistic ideas like "sacrificing myself so that no one else has to die."
For example... he couldn't save Hai Wuya's life.
All the efforts and three hundred years of time were just to extend Hai Wuya's life by a day or two, allowing him to die in a different way.
He did not die in the Sky Prison, nor in the Cold Palace, but died in the morning sunshine, on the busy street, surrounded by old soldiers like Hai Siyuan.
"To be the enemy of the Immortal Sect is like moving mountains, it will take time." Qiao Mu said calmly:
"And I can't promise you victory, nor can I promise to save your lives. If you join, many of you will surely die on the battlefield."
The old soldiers were slightly stunned.
They had never heard of such a military mobilization. There were no grand speeches, but instead the first thing mentioned was dying on the battlefield.
"Mr. Qiao, you are joking. Which commander can guarantee that no one under his command will die in battle and that he will always be victorious?" Hai Siyuan said with a smile:
"It's just a war, right? Who would be a coward? A coward would have died in the desert long ago."
"I am not afraid of death, I am just afraid that the gap between immortals and mortals is too big, and death is meaningless. Since Old Qiao is carrying the banner, how dare we not die for him?"
"Come, come, bring some wine. Today we have formed the Immortal-killing Army, and we must make it public!"
The innkeeper was also a family member of the Western Expedition Army. At this moment, he carried out all the wine from the wine cellar, and the aroma of wine filled the entire inn.
The old soldiers were in high spirits and soon got drunk. They hugged each other's arms and sang the military songs of the past.
Qiao Mu was very calm.
What he was doing today was not just as simple as finding a new target for the old soldiers who had lost their way.
"The humanity of the sea is endless, not the martial arts of a warrior holding up the sky alone." Qiao Mu thought:
"Spring is when a hundred flowers bloom, and many warriors practicing martial arts together is what Hai Wuya wants to see."
"If I am the only one who is powerful, what is the meaning of the Humane Book?"
In fact, Qiao Mu was also preparing for his own death.
Today, Qiao Mu’s will has been tempered into steel, and his pseudonym is “gold”.
But even steel is not indestructible. It can withstand swords and knives, but it cannot withstand hydraulic presses.
The road ahead will definitely be tortuous. Even Qiao Mu, who is now 675 years old, cannot guarantee that he will still be sober and rational when he wakes up from his dream next time.
There are five chains in the immortal lock in my heart, and now only the last two are left.
Based on the current rules, it can be predicted that every time the chain breaks, the length of the dream will increase exponentially.
So what if the chain breaks completely
So what he did today was to light a fire.
Fire, fire, even if it burns out, at least it can pass the flame to others.
If one day even he sinks into despair and becomes discouraged, there will always be someone who will follow him.
"Drink, drink."
He drank with the old soldiers, and after a few glasses of wine, he did not feel drunk at all.
Qiao Mu raised his glass and was about to drink, but suddenly he saw the fat cat sleeping on his shoulder drooling, and the saliva almost flowed into the glass.
Qiao Mu looked down and found that there was a small wet spot on his clothes at the shoulder.
"This fat pig..." Qiao Mu frowned. He grabbed the fat cat's chubby cheek and wiped the wet part of his clothes twice.
Unexpectedly, when he moved like this, the demon cat Wuchang seemed to be awakened by his action, and its eyelids were half open and half closed, about to open.
As its eyelids opened, the cat's body seemed to expand and change slightly.
"Hmm? Are you really going to transform and repay your gratitude?"
Qiao Mu then stood up and left the table early, found an empty room on the second floor of the inn, and began to wait while rubbing his hands.
"I hope this pig demon becomes more attractive and doesn't turn into a tank... Oh no, this is a cat demon..."
In the light, the fat cat, whose belly was almost touching the ground, gradually changed. Its body became bigger and bigger, and its original hair gradually turned into smooth skin.
In a short period of time, it has transformed into a graceful young girl.
The girl looked to be about fifteen years old, with slightly childish cheeks and a bit of baby fat. She had smooth blonde hair spread out at the back of her head, with two furry cat ears vaguely sticking out from her hair, much like when she was in cat form, and looked quite easy to pinch.
Qiao Mu was not polite either.
He walked up to her and pinched her cheek, then gently touched the cat's ears, feeling the cat's ears jump in his hand. The feeling was no different from when Wuchang was still in cat form.
"He's not fat? The immortal from the Da Dao Sect really repays his grievances with honesty. I'll at least let him go quickly when I kill him next time." Qiao Mu was amazed.
After this fat cat transformed, all it could be said was that it still had some baby fat on its face, making it a little chubby, but not a big round face.
But when he looked down, he couldn't hold it anymore.
The girl had a large bulge on her belly, which, combined with her cheeks and limbs which had no fat at all, made her look quite strange.
Pure twigs bearing rich fruits.
But the position of this fruit is not right. At first glance, it looks like it has been pregnant for several months.
"It's too much torture. Who taught you to become like this?" Qiao Mu held his forehead with one hand.
As soon as Catwoman opened her eyes, she moved closer to Qiao Mu, her nose pressed against Qiao Mu's neck and sniffed gently, while she kept shouting:
"Jo...Jo...Jo, Jo...Jo."