The dark and thin young man is okay, after all, he is young.
In addition, after the skinny middle-aged man drank a bowl of Feihu meat soup, his face turned red and he even had a nosebleed, showing an obvious sign of being unable to be nourished.
After drinking a bowl of meat soup, the veterans felt warm all over. Then they sat in meditation and practiced Qigong while listening to Qiao Mu talk about the "Humanity Sutra".
These three hundred veterans have been practicing the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" for some time, and they began their practice in the hundred-mile desert.
However, the bandit Zhang Kui couldn't keep up with the rhythm and often looked confused when hearing:
"Mr. Qiao."
"Why is your talk about martial arts different from what I imagined? You don't talk about internal strength or martial arts moves, but only talk about how qi and blood are the foundation of a martial artist and how to eat more and practice more. What's the point?"
Qiao Mu shook his head slightly:
"Today, I will be talking about the foundation of the Human Dao Sutra, which is the reason why this technique is different from the previous ancient martial arts."
"As for moves, martial arts, internal and external skills, I naturally understand them, but they are not so important. I will talk about them later."
Zhang Kui became even more confused:
"Martial arts moves, internal and external skills, aren't these important?"
He wanted to refute, but Qiao Jin was now one of the martial arts giants in Kyushu and was naturally an authority.
Qiao Mu saw his reaction and shook his head secretly in his heart.
In Qiao Mu's opinion, there must be a reason why martial arts like "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" were created by Hai Wuya instead of other martial arts masters in the world.
Hai Wuya is not a pure warrior. Although he has profound knowledge of martial arts theory, his martial arts practice peaked at the fourth level and even declined in his later years.
Deep down, he is actually a scholar who believes in "investigating things to acquire knowledge", which is why he studied in Tianlao for thirty years. He is a true theoretical master.
The vast majority of warriors in this world are pragmatists.
Like the bandit Zhang Kui, he practices martial arts to strengthen his body, and spends his whole life trying to find ways to practice stronger and more powerful martial arts.
I know that it is so, but I don’t know why it is so.
What exactly are Qi and blood and internal energy? What are the differences between the four paths of strength, power, skills and spirit... Understanding these things will not improve their martial arts or make their martial arts more powerful.
Pragmatism is certainly correct, but martial artists like Zhang Kui, even if they are geniuses and masters of martial arts, can only create ancient martial arts like "Chun Yang Wuji Gong" at most.
Although "Pure Yang Wuji Gong" is powerful and can be regarded as the top-notch martial arts in ancient martial arts, the internal strength it cultivates is extremely yang and strong, extremely powerful and very practical, but this martial art has not jumped out of the framework of ancient methods.
But Hai Wuya takes another path.
He spent thirty years in the heavenly prison reading various medical books, which led to the creation of the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra".
Qi and blood are the foundation of a warrior.
After fully realizing this, Hai Wuya spent thirty years exploring a difficult and tortuous path for humanity.
The same is true for tall trees.
Hai Wuya is a scholar among warriors, and he is the same.
The "Humanity Sutra" is not a simple addition of the Sumeru Mountain King Sutra and the Eternal Life Fist Sutra.
During the thirty years in the dream, he read widely in the arsenal of Lonely City just like Hai Wuya did in the past. Only then did he explore a path that was compatible with both, instead of simply enumerating and trying his luck by trial and error.
What he taught to the old soldiers today was not martial arts, but the theoretical concepts of the Humanity Sutra... Now it seems a little early.
"When you reach the first level of Spirit Refining in the future, perhaps thinking about these questions can help you explore your own path to transcendence."
Qiao Mu's words shut Zhang Kui's mouth and made his eyes widen.
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Not only did this dark, strong and rough man not feel the irritability he had just felt, he also borrowed paper and pen from the old soldiers and quickly wrote down Qiao Mu's speech.
Although he probably wouldn't be able to reach the first level of spirit refining in this lifetime, he planned to memorize this kind of super-quality knowledge even if he didn't quite understand it, and slowly comprehend it in the future.
Zhang Kui was not the only one who had similar thoughts.
The two beast slaves at the boundary checkpoint were also mixed in the crowd, standing on tiptoe to look inside, trying hard to listen to Qiao Mu's martial arts lecture.
Although they were confused by what they heard, they saw it as an opportunity to change their destiny.
As beast slaves, their servant Feihu was already dead, so naturally there was no way for them to survive.
And a master like Qiumu, who is almost a humanoid monster, is naturally a thick thigh in their eyes.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it is already sunset.
Zhang Kui could no longer wait, so he picked up the small notebook with dense and scribbled handwriting and prepared to leave.
Before leaving, Qiao Mu did not forget to find this local bandit and ask him to pay attention to the news of "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear", and the latter naturally agreed.
"If Mr. Qiao wants to find out, maybe he can go to Linhe Prefecture City for a stroll." Zhang Kui said:
"Linhe Prefecture City is the largest city in the entire Southwest Province. There are many people in the city, and many people from other places should be gathered there at this time."
"If you want to know more about 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix', maybe you can start here."
Speaking of this, Zhang Kui also remembered something and said with a smile:
"With Mr. Qiao's current status in the martial arts world, he can just go find the storyteller at Tingchao Tower in the city."
"If those storytellers knew something, I think given Tingchao Tower's style of doing things, they would not hide it from Elder Qiao. They might even encourage Elder Qiao to do it."
As the former leader of the spear art, the Spear Saint naturally had a high status in the old martial arts world and could be called a martial arts legend.
But Qiao Jin of the Qiao family rushed to the Golden Palace and killed Emperor Yonghe, and even fought against the peerless master Yan Taizu, a legendary martial arts master from three hundred years ago.
As long as this matter continues to ferment, it won’t take long for Qiao Jin’s name to overshadow the former gun saint.
If such a martial arts giant with a similar status and reputation to the Spear Saint also came to compete for the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear" left by the Spear Saint, it would be a game of bullying the weak.
After all, as a general rule, those who compete for the Spear Saint's martial arts are naturally the younger martial artists whose strength is inferior to that of the Spear Saint.
Zhang Kui even suspected that if the news that Qiao Jin intended to compete for the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear" were to get out, the value of his former reputation as the "Spear Saint" would greatly increase.
Although the storytellers in Tingchao Tower claim that they only listen to the tide and not play with it, they have done a lot to add fuel to the fire over the years.
Of course, people welcome this kind of thing.
... ..
The sky gradually darkened and the stars hung low in the sky.
Qiao Mu sat under a peach tree in the yard, gently scratching the fat cat Wuchang's chin with one hand, making the latter hum comfortably with his eyes closed.
When he was giving military lectures during the day, the fat cat sat next to him, sleeping soundly in cat form, with its nose twitching from time to time, completely deaf to everything he said.
He was sleeping soundly while breathing heavily, living an extremely comfortable life, and Qiao Mu was a little envious of such a life.
But at this moment, a question was actually echoing in his mind.
After publishing "The Sutra of Humanity", he had a deep understanding of the qi and blood, and internal strength of martial arts.
So, what about the monsters in the human world
The monsters in the legends are born with the ability to absorb and exhale the essence of the sun and the moon. In this respect, they are even the teachers of the immortal cultivators in ancient times.
The demon cat Wuchang feeds on dead air, and has long revealed some of its magical qualities:
For example, smelling the air of death, or hiding in the shadow of a tall tree.
It's just that it's usually lazy and gluttonous. It either sucks people's food or hides in the shadows to sleep, and its stomach is filled with death energy.
These magical powers are not acquired through learning like the techniques of immortal cultivators, but are innate instincts that are born with us.
Other creatures cannot learn it, and have no way to learn it.
Today, Qiao Mu is already a super-class warrior standing at the forefront of human martial arts. There is no road ahead and no trace of his predecessors to follow.
Although the monsters have declined with the revival of spiritual energy, they are no match for the immortal cultivators.
Even the Yunxiao Sect is one of the weaker ones among the nine major immortal sects, and it uses the sparsely populated areas like Southwest Province as the place where it does business.
But a lean camel is bigger than a horse.
Is there anything that mortal warriors can learn from this monster
..
Linhe Prefecture City.
As the name suggests, this city is located on the bank of a big river, surrounded by mountains and water.
The name of the river is Tongtian River. It is a big river that runs across several states. It is said that the source is located on the snow-capped mountains in the northwest state. It is said that the water of Tongtian River comes from the sky.
From Linhe Prefecture City going east and downstream, you can directly reach Heyang Prefecture City in Nanzhou.
Even the names of these two cities are derived from this famous Tongtian River.
Of course, the world is in chaos now, with rebels ruling both the Southern Province and the Southwestern Province. Even the emperor's decrees are difficult to convey, let alone crossing the two states along the Tongtian River.
If it were that simple, the bandit Zhang Kui wouldn't have had to travel all the way through mountains and rivers.
At this time, in a courtyard in Linhe Prefecture.
"'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix'?" Wu Qiankun stood with his hands behind his back, listening to the report from Envoy Xingxuan, thinking:
"It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. As soon as I arrived in this Southwest Province, I heard that the martial arts secret book of the former spear master had been published. This thing should fall into my hands."
Wu Qiankun came to Southwest Province, naturally for the local immortal sect, Yunxiao Sect.
But it would be a good thing if you could get some secrets.
Wu Qiankun sees himself as a top martial arts master standing at the pinnacle of Kyushu, just like the former spear masters and other super-masters.
Not to mention, he has now mastered the "Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill", and he thinks that if he meets Qiao Shuangzhao again, he will be able to defeat him.
Not to mention fighting for the secret manual left behind by the former Gun Saint, even if the Gun Saint were to be resurrected, he would not be his opponent.
After all, Wu Qiankun is also a world-famous martial arts master like the Spear Saint. This is a perfect game for him, and he can easily win the game.
Most warriors of his level are proud of their status. How could they be so shameless as to try to steal the martial arts of the Gun Saint like he did
"This is a small matter. First, get the secret book, then fight with Yunxiao Sect, ambush the strange people of Yunxiao Sect, and you can advance step by step." At this time, Wu Qiankun had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.
...
On the second day after arriving at Taohua Villa, Qiao Mu brought his cat and entered the riverside city alone.
But when he first entered the city, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose.
A faint stench of sewage lingered in the streets and alleys of Linhe Prefecture City, which even reminded Qiao Mu of the days in the outer city of Yancheng.
If you look closely, you can see several piles of fresh cow and horse dung beside the main road in the city, and mosquitoes and flies are flying around.
"This is the largest city? What a hell of a place!" Qiao Mu complained.
At this moment, urgent shouts suddenly rang out on the street.
"Make way, make way!"
Several tall and strong men shouted loudly and hit the bluestone street with long whips, making crisp crackling sounds and pushing aside the people who were blocking the way.
Pedestrians around hurriedly retreated and moved to the sides of the road.
"It's true that there are playboys everywhere---" Qiao Mu thought of the past events in Yancheng, looked up indifferently, and then he was stunned for a moment.
The ones roaming the middle of the street were not some bad boys, but a few burly men with strong arms.
These big men were carrying an equally heavy beam on their shoulders, on top of which was an exquisite shrine that was magnificent and golden.
If someone told him that there was a statue of some god or immortal sitting on the shrine, Qiao Mu would not be surprised.
Carrying statues of gods through the streets is a custom that exists in all parts of Kyushu and is not surprising.
But surprisingly... on top of the golden shrine, there lay a lazy, fat cat.
It is not a statue of an immortal, nor a statue of a beast, but a living big cat.
While Qiao Mu was still in a daze, the passers-by nearby had already knelt down in front of the big cat shrine.
"This is the fairy beast of the Yunxiao Sect. It protects this place and ensures good weather and a peaceful Tongtian River..."
"The Cat Power Immortal, his power is boundless!"
The fat cat on the shrine also raised its palm slightly, as if giving a simple response to the devout believers.
Qiao Mu stood by the roadside. The slight displeasure that had just arisen in his heart suddenly turned into astonishment. At this moment, he stood among the crowd and felt that he was out of tune with this absurd world.
What's even more ridiculous is that the demon cat Wuchang, who had been lying on his shoulder, also became excited this time: