"If one comes, I'll kill one. If two come, I'll kill a pair!"
..
Five minutes later.
Butcher Zheng twisted off the head of another tree and lay in the woods, gasping for breath.
"Just now he said that if there is one, he will kill one, if there are two, he will kill a pair... But how many are there? Will it ever end?"
Butcher Zheng was lying in a pile of fallen leaves with his arms spread out, his arms feeling sore and weak, and he was gasping for breath.
It would be fine if they were just twin brothers.
The key is that each of these trees, which look extremely similar, is a little stronger than the previous one.
His strength increased and his boxing skills became more sophisticated step by step.
Zheng the Butcher can still suppress the first tree in the grove with his strength.
But when he came to the second and third trees... he began to sweat coldly.
Each older twin brother, Qiao Mu, improved in physical strength and boxing skills.
For example, the one who just died in his hands, in terms of physical strength alone, was almost the same as Zheng the Butcher!
The two men wrestled for a long time before Zheng the butcher managed to kill Qiao Mu again.
But he was tired.
At this time, his body was covered with wounds and blood. There was even a shocking bloody tooth mark on his neck. His clothes were torn in seven or eight holes and he was almost naked.
Not to mention his flesh and blood body, even the butcher knife in his hand had been bent from cutting bones.
"It should be gone, right?" Zheng the butcher panted, stood up from the ground with difficulty, looked around, and heard a voice behind his ear:
"some."
The familiar figure walked out from the shadows again. This time, as soon as he appeared, Zheng the Butcher limped away.
"You killed my people and you still want to run away?"
Qiao Mu pushed his feet hard, and his body swept forward like a light smoke, easily catching up with Zheng the Butcher.
"Don't come over here!" Zheng the butcher looked stern and raised his broken knife to chop again!
But this time, Qiao Mu just slightly turned sideways to avoid the chop, and at the same time, he hit Zheng the butcher's wrist holding the knife with a knife, causing him to lose the knife in pain.
call...
Qiao Mu's fists were as fast as the wind, hitting Zheng the butcher in the face.
This series of punches caused Zheng the butcher's brain to burst, and his black beads popped out, like a colorful silk shop, with red, black and purple all bursting out.
Zheng, the butcher, died.
Chapter 4 The Last Qiao Family (Revised)
"Finally dead."
Qiao Mu looked at the corpse at his feet and breathed a sigh of relief.
After dying several times, Zheng the Butcher was finally exhausted to death.
He had died and resurrected several times before Zheng the Butcher. This was no longer something that could be explained away by the excuse of "twins".
When Qiao Mu resurrected and reappeared for the fourth time, Zheng the Butcher collapsed on the spot.
Of course, anyone who encounters this kind of immortal enemy will doubt life.
"Luckily, I was the one who cheated."
Qiao Mu's heart moved, and a translucent dialog box appeared before his eyes.
This death rating: D (Blood courage)
Life lost due to death: 0.5 years
Remaining resurrections this week: 0/5
Current age: 20
Skills: Longevity Fist (Proficient)
"Only the first death in the vegetable market and the first bare-handed encounter with the enemy reached a C rating. The ratings of the deaths continued to decline in the subsequent resurrections."
"I died five times, which made me five years older. I also gained five years of hard training experience in the Changsheng Fist."
Qiao Mu clenched his fists.
The five years of practicing the Changsheng Fist passed by in a flash in my mind.
After five years of continuous training, his Changsheng Fist had progressed from entry-level to proficient.
"The death ratings of the two previous deaths at the hands of Zheng the Butcher were C, which shows that Zheng the Butcher is indeed consistent with the intelligence and is a person who has committed many evil deeds."
"I died fighting this evil man, so my death rating is C."
"I don't know if there will be any additional effects if the death rating reaches B or A?"
Qiao Mu thought about it carefully and suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Why is my system like the top one on the fun list? I have to seriously think about how to die beautifully, die creatively, and die at a high level, so that I can get a higher evaluation and effect?"
He bent down, fumbled around the body of Zheng the Butcher, and finally found a piece of letter paper in Zheng the Butcher's palm.
The letter paper was crumpled and torn.
Butcher Zheng once tried to deliver the message via carrier pigeon, but Qiao Mu resurrected too quickly and interrupted him repeatedly, leaving him no time to release the pigeon.
In the end, the secret letter fell into Qiao Mu's hands.
After a quick glance, Qiao Mu suddenly looked enlightened.
This time, he made the right choice.
Not only did Zheng the butcher recognize his Changsheng Fist, but when he packed up his belongings and fled, he also went to this dilapidated temple in the mountains and tried to spread the news via carrier pigeons.
"The power behind this Zheng the Butcher should be the enemy that wiped out the Heyang Qiao family."
In addition to this letter, Zheng the Butcher also had a second secret letter on him. However, the words on this second secret letter were like tadpoles, and Qiao Mu could not understand it at all.
"Maybe it's some kind of cipher? In that case, this cipher is quite important. Even Zheng the Butcher can't know its contents?"
Qiao Mu put away the two letters, dealt with his own bodies quickly and skillfully, and then walked away.
... .
Yancheng, outer city area.
Wearing a conical hat, Qiao Mu walked slowly along the long street in the outer city paved with bluestone slabs, brushing shoulders with pedestrians.
There were actually not many pedestrians on both sides of the long street, and most of them looked pale and emaciated, and they walked with their heads down.
This Yancheng is actually much more desolate than Heyang City where Zheng the butcher lives.
Qiao Mu walked into a street-side noodle shop, picked an empty table in the corner and sat down, and ordered two bowls of longevity noodles.
Soon, the sound of footsteps and the tapping of a cane could be heard behind me.
A blind girl walked into the noodle shop with her eyes closed and holding a cane.
The blind girl was probably in her twenties, with picturesque features, long black hair, and a coarse cloth that could not conceal her slender and beautiful figure, making her look like a figure that had stepped out of a painting.
As soon as she walked in, many diners in the noodle shop raised their heads unconsciously and followed her figure with their eyes.
Until she saw the cane in her hand and her eyes that were always tightly closed, she would often look away, slap her thigh and sigh:
What a pretty girl, but unfortunately she is blind.
The blind girl didn't seem to notice the commotion in the noodle shop. She walked to an empty table in the corner and sat down on the bench next to Qiao Mu.
She picked up the longevity noodles on the table, took a bite, and asked:
"Why is it longevity noodles?"
Qiao Mu replied: "Today is my twentieth birthday."
"Twentieth birthday? You are already twenty? I clearly remember that you were quite young..." The blind girl was slightly startled, and then said:
"Then I'm twenty-one."
Qiao Mu sneered in his heart, why compare his age with his
Today is his 20th birthday, and tomorrow he will be his 30th birthday.
As long as he wanted, not to mention letting this little girl call him grandpa, even if he died tens of thousands of times he could still be ranked with the ancient apes in terms of seniority.
While he was daydreaming, the blind girl's eyebrows gradually frowned:
"Your voice... isn't right? You're not Qiao Mu?"
Qiao Mu was slightly stunned.
In order to kill Zheng the Butcher, he died several times, and his physical age increased from 15 to 20 years old. His voice was indeed much more mature.
He was about to think of an excuse, but he saw the blind girl slightly raised her head, put her nose close to his chest and sniffed it carefully, and the wary look on her face suddenly relaxed.
"It's really you... But why did your voice change?"
Perhaps because of his blindness, Qiao Canxue's other senses are much more sensitive than those of ordinary people.
"It's the voice change period, all men are like this, it's reasonable." Qiao Mu evaded the question casually.
"You came back so late this time. Are you investigating the matter of Zheng the Butcher again?" The blind girl's face turned serious.
"I told you a long time ago, you don't need to do anything yet."
At this point, Qiao Canxue's face showed a look of reminiscence, and he slowly said:
"Ever since the night when the Qiao family was exterminated half a year ago, my eyes have been restless, which is obviously a sign that my third eye will open. I am the only one left in the Qiao family, and the Martial Saint didn't kill me. It's obviously not a coincidence, but my natural spiritual perception and extraordinary talent."
"Why do you need to do it? When my Heavenly Eye opens, no matter if they are extraordinary people or martial saints, they will all vanish in the blink of an eye!" The blind girl puffed out her chest and said proudly: ""
You are acting as Naruto here, and don't shake it, the child will not get enough nutrition... Qiao Mu didn't care and continued:
"Why don't you tell me when you plan to teach me the strength training chapter of the Heyang Qiao Changsheng Fist?"
The blind girl's name is Qiao Canxue, and she is the only orphan of the Qiao family in Heyang.
Qiao Mu has nothing to do with the Heyang Qiao family. The reason why he is called Qiao Mu is simply because it was his real name in his previous life.
"Don't aim too high." Qiao Canxue's expression became serious: "If you want to cultivate internal strength, you must first reach the extreme in the stage of 'training strength'."
"The 'strength training' stage of strengthening the Qi and blood and increasing strength is a long and arduous process. There is no shortcut. Even if you eat and drink well and train with famous teachers, it will take at least five or six years."
The Heyang Qiao family is a family of martial arts. As the orphan of the Qiao family, Qiao Canxue, although blind, has been influenced by his surroundings and is quite knowledgeable in martial arts theory.
"I feel like I'm almost there at the 'strength training' stage." Qiao Mu flexed and stretched his arms, looking at his arm muscles which had become thicker.
"Just talk nonsense." Qiao Canxue didn't believe it at all:
"Come, let me feel your bones and see how much you are still lacking."
As he spoke, Qiao Canxue reached out his hand.
Chapter 5 Assassination of the Emperor
Qiao Canxue reached out to touch Qiao Mu, then quickly retracted her hand as if she had been electrocuted, with a look of fear on her fair face:
"So hard... What did you let me touch?"
"arm."
Qiao Canxue was silent for a while, then he reached out his hand again to feel and weigh it, and then he became uncalm.
"You've only been able to train like this for a little over a month? Did you grow up eating children?"
The two people have only known each other for more than a month.
After they first met, they quickly reached a consensus:
Qiao Canxue taught the Heyang Qiao family's martial arts "Eternal Life Fist" to Qiao Mu, and the latter avenged Qiao Canxue.
Therefore, it has only been more than a month since Qiao Mu officially started to learn the strength-training part of "The Longevity Fist".