If Qing Li was an ordinary rebel leader, she wouldn't have to take the blame.
But she knew everything in her heart and had indeed made her choice... As a vanguard of the Immortal Sect, she felt that she could not escape blame.
Yuli said that she was homesick, but that was not accurate.
It wasn't that she was afraid to return home, but after her hands were stained with blood, she felt she had no face to face the elders in the village.
"The soul that remained in the village seemed to have disappeared... I don't know what happened in Xishan Village..."
"Forget it, let's take care of the things before our death." Qing Li's eyes became firm again:
"The Golden Country, the Philosopher's Stone... I don't know what's so magical about it."
..
Above the clouds.
Daozi Yushan and the other two cultivators were on their way back to the sect.
Yushan seemed very calm, while the other two people behind him were somewhat uneasy.
After all... all the hundreds of spirit beasts died in the battle, Daozi Yushan also lost a Fierce Cloud Tiger. He was clearly fighting against a group of mortals, but in the end he failed and the Qiao family members successfully left.
The sect's affairs were not settled and the losses were not small, so they were naturally uneasy.
Only the leader Yushan was calm: "Don't think too much, this matter has been accomplished. It doesn't matter whether those ordinary warriors are dead or alive. The matter is what matters to King Yu. The affairs of the sect have been settled."
"Brother Yushan." The monk next to him couldn't help but ask:
"Why is the Feather King so important? The loss we have suffered is not small."
Yushan glanced at them twice.
"Well, now that things have come to this, it might be a good idea to tell you a little bit of the inside story."
"Have you ever heard of the legend of Jingwei filling the sea?"
"In ancient times, there was a goddess named Jingwei who drowned in the East China Sea."
"After she drowned, her soul turned into a Jingwei bird, carrying stones and branches every day, vowing to fill up the East Sea forever."
"There is another legend about Jingwei filling the sea."
"Later, Jingwei met Haiyan and gave birth to two sons. The female one looked like Jingwei, and the male one looked like Haiyan..."
After listening to Yushan's words, the two monks were all confused. They didn't quite understand why this Taoist suddenly started telling folk stories
"What if I say that this Jingwei bird really exists?" Yushan said with a smile:
"The legendary bird Jingwei was the reincarnation of the soul of the goddess Jingwei after her death. The original Jingwei bird was determined to carry wood and stones to fill up the East China Sea. As long as the sea is not level, it will continue to fill it up."
"And the Jingwei bird that her soul transformed into can even reproduce and give birth to new Jingwei bird offspring."
"Do you understand?"
"The innate magical power of the Jingwei bird is that the soul left behind after death can turn from virtual to real, and can even give birth to offspring. Isn't this resurrection after death?"
"As long as the East Sea is not peaceful, the Jingwei will never stop. In other words, if the obsession is not extinguished, the soul can live forever in this world."
"The original Jingwei bird lived for tens of thousands of years. It was not until tens of thousands of years later when the world changed drastically and the ancient East China Sea dried up that the original Jingwei bird died."
"Isn't this what we cultivators seek all our lives, a kind of immortality?"
Chapter 295 How many years ahead is the Qiao family? (4k
In a small room inside Taoyuan Villa.
Qiao Mu stared at Wu Rulong in front of him expressionlessly, his eyes suddenly narrowed, as sharp as a knife.
Just the gaze made Wu Rulong in front of him feel a sense of threat like a thorn in the back. Goose bumps appeared on his skin, and the skin on his neck was cut by the invisible sword, leaving faint traces of blood.
"It may not be a good thing for a martial artist to have an overly strong intuition, right?" Qiao Mu said with a smile.
When Qiao Mu was in prison, Wayne, the world's best detective, had no way to deal with the fearless Qiao Mu and found it difficult to interrogate him and force him to confess.
Now the situation is very different.
As a first-grade martial artist who has mastered the art of spiritual cultivation, Wu Rulong has a very sharp intuition. At this moment, he feels an extremely strong threat to his life, just like a mouse seeing a cat. His whole body has undergone a strong stress reaction, his heartbeat quickened, his blood vessels constricted, and his face does not look good.
"Just say what you want to say. Ask quickly." Wu Rulong's tone was hard and his expression was cold:
"Since you are so proficient in the art of witnessing, I am sure you will discover my hesitation and deception in time."
"Then let's get started."
"Name?"
"Wu Rulong."
"gender?"
"... ..can't you see for yourself?"
"You mean by that I'm inviting you to see your..."
"Fuck, don't! Man! I'm a man!!!"
"Age? Martial arts skills?"
"24 years old, first rank."
"The aptitude is acceptable." Qiao Mu, the world's top master, was very jealous. He said in a condescending manner:
"Young man, when I was your age, my martial arts level... I mean, my martial arts skills were nine times yours."
But Wu Rulong didn't think there was anything wrong with this.
After all, Qiao Mu in front of him looked only about thirty years old, but his martial arts skills had surpassed Wu Qiankun. It was obvious that he was also a genius when he was young.
Wu Rulong raised his chin slightly and said:
"The Taotie Heaven-Swallowing Technique is a technique that sharpens iron with iron. If one's spiritual cultivation fails to reach the right level, one will surely die. That's why I have entered the first level."
"Moreover, at my age, Jian Zexian was already a super warrior ranked at the top of the hero list."
This Wu Rulong seems humble, but he is actually very arrogant. He subconsciously compares himself with Jian Zexian... Qiao Mu nodded.
In the era forty years ago, there were only a dozen or so super-class warriors in the entire Kyushu. Once you entered the super-class, you would be at the top of the hero list.
Strong men like Yan Taizu who live in seclusion, do not enter the world, and do not appear on the list are definitely very rare.
With Qiao Mu's current perspective, I will review the Sword Exiled Immortal... That syphilitic player was at his peak in his prime. After his prime, he was no longer as good as before, and his Qi and blood, and internal strength declined all the way.
The most embarrassing thing is that later on he couldn't even use the sword technique that made him famous, and he became an old impotent man.
Although his state of mind had some breakthroughs in his later years, he was no longer able to make meals without rice. He himself suffered the consequences of his poor performance in the previous decades. He was willing but unable to do so, and eventually died physically.
Despite this, Jian Zexian is still a top martial artist famous throughout the nine provinces, and martial arts geniuses like Wu Rulong subconsciously use him as a benchmark.
"What is your position in the Wu Ji Association?"
"I am the disciple of the Martial Saint. I don't care about internal affairs, I only focus on martial arts and fighting. I am ranked 50th among the 72 sages. The Martial Saint has recognized me as the best spearman in Kyushu."
Qiao Mu looked at Wu Rulong quietly and felt that the other party did not seem to be lying.
The Martial Saint spent decades finding three thousand martial arts geniuses, and then bloodily selected seventy-two sages from them... These seventy-two sages were not mediocre.
A person like Wu Rulong is the number one spearmanship genius in Kyushu according to the vision of a martial saint.
"If they are the seventy-two sages, why are they so weak?" Qiao Mu asked.
Wu Rulong's eyes twitched.
"Why do you ask when you already know the answer?" Wu Rulong said calmly:
"The martial arts rankings of Tingchao Tower do not have a hero ranking by strength, but only a ranking of strength, power, skill and god."
"So, the seventy-two sages in the Wu Ji Association are naturally not ranked according to strength. This is meaningless."
The Martial Saint has many disciples, but no matter how strong they are, they are not as strong as the Martial Saint. No strong person who can be compared with the Martial Saint has been born.
From the perspective of the Martial Saint, the ranking of the seventy-two sages is naturally not based on the strength of their martial arts skills at a certain moment, but on the talents of the many martial arts geniuses in his judgment.
Therefore, Hai Wuya, a warrior who was only a fourth-rank warrior in his prime and declined to the ninth-rank warrior in his later years, is also among the seventy-two sages.
The logic behind the Tingchaolou Martial Arts Ranking is actually similar.
After the Inhuman War forty years ago, the Hero List lost its meaning.
There's such a huge immortal gate standing above your head, and you're ranked number one in the world, which is a bit laughable... Why are you participating in a beauty pageant in this small circle
The four lists of strength, power, and skills are ranked among the warriors who have gone the furthest in exploring the four paths of martial arts.
Although it is not directly related to strength, those ranked at the top of the four lists cannot be weak.
Whether it is Tingchao Tower or the Martial Saint, they all have a common understanding of martial arts:
What Kyushu needs today is not powerful warriors, but pioneers who have made achievements in the exploration of martial arts, or geniuses with great potential.
In one's lifetime, the strongest warrior in Jiuzhou is no match for the immortal cultivators, so the level of martial arts skills seems less important.
Qiao Mu thought for a moment and then asked, "How many super-class people are there in the Wu Ji Association?"
"I don't take care of internal affairs, and I don't know the answer to this question." Wu Rulong said calmly.
Qiao Mu's eyes turned cold. The skin on Wu Rulong's neck was cut, blood was flowing, and goose bumps appeared all over his body.
Wu Rulong added: "Although I don't know, I think it is at least in the double digits, and after the appearance of Taotie Swallowing Heaven Art, the number of super-class warriors will definitely increase greatly."
"Among the entire Kyushu region's top warriors, some are the Martial Saint's men, while others are the Martial Saint's mortal enemies."
He secretly thought in his heart that if he had not fallen into Qiao Mu's hands this time, with his qualifications and character, it would only be a matter of time for him to enter the super class.
"You just said that Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill was derived from Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue. Then why is it that I can't intuitively sense Wu Qiankun and you even though I have practiced Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue?" Qiao Mu asked.
Practitioners of the Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue can sense each other.
But for some reason, the practitioners of Taotie Swallowing Heaven Technique seem to have lost this intuitive perception.
"You should ask the Martial Saint who created the Taotie Heaven-Swallowing Art about this question." Wu Rulong thought for a moment and said:
"In my opinion, this may be because... In the eyes of the Martial Saint, it is meaningless for the practitioners of the Martial Holy Spirit Rhinoceros Art to continue killing each other."
"So the Martial Saint deliberately removed this part. With the Martial Saint's current vision and strength, the upper third-grade martial artists who have practiced the Martial Spiritual Rhinoceros Art in the martial arts world must be of little use to him."
"He no longer needs to use this to track down weak spiritual warriors, and no longer hopes that a martial arts master who can rival him will emerge from the later generations."
Qiao Mu suddenly realized.
As he continued the interrogation, he kept running into obstacles.
As for more secrets within the Wu Ji Society, Wu Rulong either said he was completely unaware or that he had nothing to say and that even threats would be useless.
Qiao Mu felt like a tiger trying to eat the sky, not knowing where to start.
After all, interrogation is not his specialty. Qiao Mu's specialty is beating people to death, or being beaten to death.
"Senior Qiao." Hai Siyuan, who was standing next to him, suggested:
"Perhaps, we can try to ask Wayne to come? He is the best detective in the world, and his best skill is interrogation."
"Isn't he in the imperial capital? Can you contact him?" Qiao Mu asked.
"It will take some time." Hai Siyuan said:
"I can immediately use carrier pigeons to contact Wayne's subordinates in Southwest State, and then have his subordinates send letters by wild geese..."
After hearing this, Qiao Mu held his forehead with his hand.
While the immortals here are cultivating immortality, the martial artists are still using carrier pigeons and wild geese to deliver messages.
"Let's lock up Wu Rulong for now. Let the professionals decide how to get more information out of him and whether to kill or keep him."
Qiao Mu stood up, walked out the door, and left with his hands behind his back.
At the same time, a voice sounded in Hai Siyuan's heart behind him:
"Carrier pigeons and wild geese are too slow to deliver messages."
"Let me teach you a new and more convenient gadget."
Hai Siyuan was slightly startled. He noticed that Qiao Mu did not speak a word, but the voice appeared directly in his heart... .
"This is a secret message... It's not quite right?"
"I made some improvements by combining Li Changge's "Military Spiritual Secret" and Martial Saint's "Martial Spiritual Secret", and added some secret sound transmission." Qiao Mu said.