My last breath is to vent my resentment towards your boss Wang Songhe...Qiaomu complained in his heart.
He stood in the mountains and forests, listened attentively, and gradually understood what happened after his death.
First of all, in the eyes of the City Lord’s Mansion and even the people of Yancheng, the hero “Qiao Lin” had already died the moment he jumped into the well.
Secondly, "Qiao Lin" was rescued by Wang Songhe for several days, and he was hanging on for several days on his last breath.
From Qiao Mu's own perspective, Wang Songhe's rescue of him was a farce.
But from the perspective of these bandits, the hero Qiao Lin was tenacious and died tragically... This added a bit of legendary and tragic color to the original "The hero Qiao Lin died in the city lord's mansion".
In this sense, Wang Songhe's rescue of himself, although causing Qiao Mu to die a few days later, was not a bad thing - according to the rules Qiao Mu had figured out, this should be something that could improve the evaluation of death.
With a thought, Qiao Mu's mind sank into the sea of heart.
This death rating: B+ (a breath of chivalrous spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind)
Life expectancy lost due to death: 10 years
Remaining resurrections this week: 0/5
Current age: 42
Skills: Longevity Fist (minor success), Wave Power (not yet mastered), Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue (beginner’s level)
Military Gunmanship (Proficiency)
Iron Crotch Skill (Mastery) Iron Shirt (Minor Mastery)
Demon Disintegration Method (Minor Achievement)
Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.
During these ten years, Qiumu practiced diligently every day as usual, day and night, without rest.
Looking inward at his Dantian, Qiao Mu discovered that his Dantian Qi Sea had grown larger, and the center of the Qi Sea was already filled with invisible internal energy, and a Dantian Qi cyclone appeared.
This means that after this death, he jumped from the middle eighth level to the peak seventh level.
Compared to the growth in martial arts skills, the biggest change after this B+ death evaluation is the various martial arts skills that Qiumu has mastered.
The Changsheng Fist has already achieved minor success, and the two hard skills have also reached minor success and mastery respectively.
Qiao Mu touched his own skin and felt that his originally fragile skin seemed to have become thicker and tougher like cowhide.
With a little luck, the already tough skin can be made even stronger, as hard as a rock.
"I still have to learn as many martial arts as possible in the future. This will be of great help after a high-quality death."
What attracted Qiao Mu's attention the most was the mysterious and miraculous skill "Martial Spirit Holy Rhinoceros Secret" that he had just obtained from the City Lord's Mansion.
"They say it's extremely difficult to get started and requires a high level of character, but isn't it quite easy for me? While getting started, I also had time to practice several martial arts to a minor level of success."
"Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue" is a method of refining the spirit. It cultivates the intuition in the dark, which is difficult to describe and elusive.
Without actual combat experience, Qiao Mu couldn't say how much his intuition had improved, but he seemed to have a vague feeling...
He frowned and looked towards the north of the forest, only to see endless mountains and dense forests. He could not detect anything unusual with the naked eye.
But I had a vague feeling in my heart that I should go north
Is this a cheat? Can going north trigger the main quest
Oh? I was cheating? That's fine.
Qiao Mugang followed his instinct and walked a few steps to the north when he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps nearby.
"Who?"
A dark and strong man walked out of the bushes, followed closely by several bandits with turbans on their heads.
When the dark and strong man saw Qiao Mu, he was startled at first, and looked at him carefully with his eyes wide open. The shock in his eyes faded slightly.
"I thought it was Qiao Lin's ghost that escaped so quickly, but it turned out to be just a lookalike... cough cough."
"Who are you? Why are you spying on my village?"
At this time, Qiao Mu's physical age was 42 years old, about ten years older than the "Qiao Lin" that the bandits had seen.
Because he had mastered the Changsheng Fist to some extent, Qiao Mu, who was over 40 years old, did not feel any decline in his energy and blood. He even looked younger than he actually was, appearing to be in his 30s.
But compared to the deceased Qiao Lin, he is obviously older and more mature.
Qiao Mu coughed lightly.
His current physical age is 42 years old. Since he is over 40, he cannot be as impulsive as a young man, otherwise it would feel a bit incongruous.
"My last name is Qiao, and my given name is Qiao Sen. I'm here to look for my son Qiao Lin." Qiao Mu said solemnly:
"This warrior just mentioned my son Qiao Lin's name. Could he be here?"
As soon as these words came out, the dark and strong man's face suddenly became a little embarrassed.
...
A moment later, in the medical clinic in the mountain village.
Qiao Mu looked at his own body on the hospital bed, his face revealing a mixture of grief and indignation.
"The Qiao family motto is to die for a good cause. My son sacrificed his life for justice and killed the city lord's son. He died for a good cause."
Wang Songhe stood aside with a strange look of embarrassment on his face.
"Brother Qiao Sen, please accept my condolences. The dead are gone, and the living are still here," he said slowly.
It was not he who killed Qiao Lin, he could only say that he was unable to save him.
But Qiao Lin had just died when his father came to visit him. This made him, as a doctor, feel a little ashamed and it was a bit difficult for him to face Qiao Lin's father.
"You are right. The dead are gone, and the living are like this." Qiao Mu said deeply:
"The affairs of the deceased have been settled, but the affairs of the living must continue to be investigated."
"That Yancheng City Lord Guo Yan killed my two children. I will kill him in a few days!"
Wang Songhe: ... .
Looking at Qiao Mu at this moment, Wang Songhe suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity in his heart.
No wonder the Qiao brothers are so strong-willed, brave, and stubborn to that extent.
So it was you, as your father, who taught me this!
Chapter 50 My second brother is invincible!
The sky is dim.
Old Huang was walking alone in the alley, heading home.
His home was also in the outer city area. The further he went into the alley, the darker and quieter it became.
Nearly half of the houses in the outer city were empty, and the alleys he walked through were deserted and quiet, with only the sound of footsteps echoing.
"The Zhang family disappeared two months ago. When did the Chen family on the corner leave Yancheng... half a year ago?"
He walked slowly for a long time and turned a corner.
At a glance, I saw several children from home playing in the alley.
When Lao Huang walked over, his children stretched out their arms and climbed onto him. Soon, one child was hanging on his thigh and another was on his back. They called in a baby voice, "Daddy, play with me."
The previous silence was gone and popularity came back.
At any other time, Old Huang would have definitely teased the two little kids at home, but this time he didn't have the heart to do so. He just left the two little kids hanging on his body and went back home.
When he entered the door, he looked around at the neighbors who were still around.
What’s strange is that even though it wasn’t completely dark yet, the surrounding neighbors basically had their doors and windows closed.
If you listen and smell carefully, you can detect suppressed laughter coming from the house and a faint smell of alcohol wafting from the crack of the door.
"The city lord's big son is dead."
"You have to let me get drunk."
"It's God's will! Today three white stars will float up!" This is what the old teacher next door said to himself.
"Great joy! Great joy! Great joy! Great joy! Great joy..." This is the butcher next door talking crazy while drunk.
Old Huang also closed the door, placed an octagonal table in the room and sat down. He then brought out some old wine that he had hidden away for a long time from the corner and talked about this with his wife at home.
Soon it was dark and the night was getting deeper.
The noisy children have fallen asleep, and his wife has finished cleaning up the leftovers.
Old Huang looked out of the window and saw only a dim moon and stars. All the lights were off. Everything was silent and only the faint chirping of insects could be heard.
Although he felt tired, he didn't want to sleep yet, so he poured himself three more glasses of wine.
One cup was facing himself, and the other two cups were facing the two empty seats next to him.
"This glass of wine is for the Qiao brothers." His voice was low and slow, and he was already a little tipsy:
"I can't speak for you, and I can only keep this to myself, but you saved my life and the lives of my family, and I will never forget this."
In troubled times, human lives are worthless.
Old Huang lives in the outer city. He has experienced famine, family displacement and family destruction over the years. He is actually used to it.
But the death of the two brothers Qiaomu and Qiaolin really made him feel sad.
He had seen many dead people, but he had never seen anyone die like the Qiao brothers.
The more chaotic the world is, the more disasters there are, the more sinister and ugly people’s hearts become.
... .
On the other side of the room, a girl of about fifteen or sixteen was also talking to Lao Huang's wife.
"Dad, is he drunk? The city lord's son died, this should be a happy event, why does he seem to be in a bad mood?"
"It's a pity that the city lord's son died too early. He didn't wait a few more years for me to become proficient in martial arts and kill the thief with my own hands."
Old Huang's eldest daughter was fifteen or sixteen years old, and had grown into a graceful and slender figure. Her long hair was neatly tied into a ponytail behind her head, revealing her fair neck. She had a firm gaze and a heroic spirit that was rare in women.
Speaking of the death of the city lord's son, the eldest daughter was still a little indignant.
She thought for a moment and walked towards Lao Huang.
"Big Boy, don't disturb your father, let him be alone." Old Huang's wife said gently.
"I'm not trying to disturb him. He's in a bad mood, isn't he? I'm giving him a surprise to help him relieve his worries."
As the eldest daughter walked towards Lao Huang, he waved and called over:
"Big boy, your brothers and sisters are still young and ignorant, but you must remember that one should never forget one's roots."
"Let me tell you the story of the Qiao brothers..."
Old Huang was halfway through his words when his eyes suddenly widened.
He saw his own daughter, gently stretched out a finger and pressed it into the table.
Without seeing how she exerted any strength, a clear small hole was left on the wooden eight-immortals table.
"When did you develop internal strength?" Old Huang exclaimed in surprise:
"A few days ago, weren't you able to lift a 300-jin stone lock? You're still a long way from the 500-jin strength limit. How did you suddenly develop internal strength?"
"Last month." The eldest daughter replied calmly.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier about such a big thing?" Old Huang was shocked.
As the saying goes, a poor scholar is good at literature, but a rich warrior is good at martial arts. The early stage of a warrior is the strength training stage. To make the body strong and the muscles grow, it is not enough to just practice hard, but nutrition must also keep up.
Given Huang's family financial situation, it is extremely difficult to support a fifteen-year-old internal force warrior.
"You're hiding your incompetence." The eldest daughter spread her hands with an innocent look on her face.
"Aren't all the stories told by the storytellers in the teahouse like this? A martial arts genius who doesn't know how to hide his weaknesses and shows off his talents will die quickly."
Old Huang subconsciously wanted to refute that his children had kept the secret from him, but when he thought of the death of the two brothers Qiao Mu and Qiao Lin, he was suddenly speechless.
"Good, good. Our eldest son has made great progress." Old Huang was excited, blinking several times, and almost crying. But when he saw the two empty wine glasses on the table, he sighed again.
"Big boy, you are much better than your father now. There is nothing else your father can teach you. The only thing is that you must never forget your roots."