When Qiao Lin's body was found, he felt relieved.
"Check if there is anything wrong with the doctor. If not... then the matter is settled." Guo Yan stared quietly at Qiao Lin's body in the coffin with a gloomy expression.
"At the beginning, I vowed to hang your body, Qiao Lin, on the city gate and expose it to the sun for ten days to pay tribute to my son's heroic spirit. Although it is a few days late now, it is not too late."
tomorrow.
After finding out the doctor's condition, he was ready to fulfill his oath that day and hang Qiao Lin's body on the gate tower of Yancheng to be exposed to the sun for ten days.
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First, let me recommend the game "Master" (sea food).
This game is a niche independent game with not much popularity. It is an action-packed game with a modern kung fu theme made by foreigners, but the setting is very interesting, and many book lovers have actually noticed it.
After a character dies in the game, if you continue the level, the character will become older, and then immediately get up from the original place, with increased attack power and lower health limit.
Hmm... If I describe it this way, it seems a bit like the death turning into zombies in Dark Souls
Anyway, you can give this game a try, it's quite interesting.
... ..
Now let’s get back to this book.
The subject matter of this book can no longer be described as a reverse version. A more accurate description would be that it is as close to the level of a village that has been offline for a year as the Internet.
How to write about Village Network in a new and interesting way is actually a very tiring problem.
Then I saw in the backstage that the average daily weight of this new book is 5K, which is the average level for a hedgehog cat, not much. Then in less than a month, I lost three kilograms. I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't weighed myself.
After writing the book for a month, my mental fatigue suddenly increased.
I'd better find a class.jpg
Having strayed off topic, let’s get back to this book.
Up to now, this book is about immortal heroes and martial arts. The immortals are just background characters, and the martial arts do not really focus on fighting.
The focus is actually on "chivalry", or "chivalry" and "sacrifice for justice".
Regardless of trends or versions, this book attempts to write about a spirit.
I am still exploring even now.
But he's not a great hero.
The whole thing was actually just a side job, I didn't do it on purpose.
Let’s get back to the topic.
Today is Crazy Thursday V I 50... .
Wrong, it will be on the shelves tomorrow, Friday. Please support a first order, don’t let this book be frustrated.
My work schedule has been so irregular these days that I can't gather enough manuscripts. I have to pay back the rewards slowly. I will try to finish writing the next plot tomorrow.
See you tomorrow
Chapter 54 Funeral? Parade! (4k, 2-in-1
Some time after leaving Panshan Town.
Qiao Mu was holding a spear and fighting with the bandit Zhang Kui, who was holding two spears in his left and right hands, in the mountains and forests.
Both sides used spears, and Zhang Kui held two large spears in both hands.
But every time the spears in the hands of both sides crossed, the huge force transmitted from the spear shaft made Qiao Mu's palm tremble.
"Zhang Kui's internal strength is obviously weaker than mine, but his physical strength is much greater than mine?"
"So----"
"The demon disintegrates! Instantly!"
The internal force of the spear in his hand burst out in an instant, making a loud sound of breaking through the air.
Qiao Mu fired his spear, hitting Zhang Kui's waist and abdomen with the wooden spear barrel, knocking the big man sideways two or three meters away.
Qiao Mu stood there with a gun in his hand, looking calm and composed.
In reality, he was enduring the aftereffects of the demon's disintegration and explosion, and the burning pain in his internal meridians.
After his physical age reached 42, Qiao Mu's Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique had achieved some success.
After ten years of hard training, he now has a deeper understanding of the disintegration of the demon.
Generally speaking, warriors who have mastered the Heavenly Demon Disintegration can squeeze out their potential and burst out multiples of their internal strength in a short period of time.
Qiao Mu, who has made some progress in disintegrating the demon, has gained even stronger control abilities.
The demon disintegrated in an instant. It exploded quickly in an instant without any warning. It exploded with internal energy that was 30% to 40% of its own.
Faster burst, slightly less physical damage.
Self-damage has little impact on Qiumu. Anyway, he can refresh his own status by dying.
In addition, Qiao Mu has a better understanding of how to use the Demon Disintegration to squeeze out his own potential - this means that he can squeeze out more potential when using the Demon Disintegration, but the cost is a shorter duration and stronger sequelae.
After all, the hotter the fire burns, the faster the firewood will burn out.
Now, Qiao Mu has a mysterious self-confidence: no one understands the disintegration of the demons better than him!
This secret method of self-mutilation can only be used once or twice in a lifetime. How could others have the opportunity to use it repeatedly like him and improve their proficiency
But Qiumu was still a little dissatisfied.
"The aftereffects of this Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique are not serious enough. It's simply not what was advertised!"
"Isn't the name called Demon Disintegration? Why doesn't my body fall apart and completely disintegrate after I use it?" Qiao Mu fell into deep thought:
"If it were that convenient, I wouldn't have to worry about disposing of my own body every time."
If the demon's disintegration is used up, the body can be disintegrated at the same time, or even the bones can be crushed to ashes. How convenient would that be
While thinking, Zhang Kui got up from the ground and walked over with a smirk.
"Brother Qiao has strong internal strength, he is indeed stronger than me."
He did not notice that Qiao Mu's Heavenly Demon Disintegration burst out instantly, he just thought that Qiao Mu's internal strength was unusually strong.
Qiao Mu was also confused: "Why are you so strong?"
He had just been holding the gun with both hands, and when he was fighting against Zhang Kui who was also holding the gun with both hands, his palms were a little numb from the shock, and the opponent's internal strength was obviously not as good as his.
Zhang Kui explained, "Brother Qiao Sen, have you ever met an external martial artist? The martial arts in the world are divided into internal and external. The internal martial arts emphasize internal strength, while the external martial arts emphasize physical strength. I am an external martial artist who focuses more on strength training, and I just happen to be naturally stronger."
"Internal energy is more explosive, and flesh and blood power is more durable. It can only be said that each has its own strengths."
Speaking of this, Zhang Kui sighed again:
"Strength, power, and skills, the three ways of martial arts, each have their own strengths."
"A warrior's internal energy and martial arts skills will continue to accumulate and improve with age and experience. It can be said that they become stronger with age."
"I heard that there was once a martial arts master who was over 80 years old and whose blood and energy were declining, but whose swordsmanship was already divine. He defeated a second-rank imperial warrior in his prime with a wooden sword."
"The accumulation of internal strength is like gathering sand into a tower. The older you are, the stronger it becomes."
"Only the strength of flesh and blood will decline once you pass your prime."
"I am very strong now, but if I fail to make further breakthroughs in the next ten or eight years, my energy and blood will soon decline, and my strength will diminish."
"Qi and blood are the foundation of a warrior. If the qi and blood are exhausted and the body is completely old and weak, no matter how strong the internal energy and martial arts are, they are just castles in the air."
"We warriors cannot live forever. Our life span is limited. It is a pity that we cannot go further in the way of skills and strength. Otherwise, we might be able to compete with that strange man..."
"Yes, the lifespan of mortal warriors is limited. After a hundred years, they will eventually become a handful of yellow earth." Qiao Mu also sighed beside him.
Except me.
Although Qiao Mu will age, he will not die of old age, and his accumulation of martial arts and internal strength will not disappear.
Not to mention, he also has the idea of "Changsheng Fist Sutra" to solve the decline of Qi and blood in old age.
When the two were talking.
Wang Songhe came over from a distance.
After Qiao Mu and Qiao Canxue parted ways in Panshan Town, he returned to the bandits' den and discussed how to deal with the city lord Guo Yan.
And the sparring with Zhang Kui just now was just a private exchange.
At this time, Wang Songhe came over and asked about what happened before.
"Brother Qiao, the things we discussed before have been done."
"The body of your son Qiao Lin has been reported to the authorities by a doctor under my command who has a clean background. It should have been sent to the City Lord's Mansion in Yancheng by now." Having said this, Wang Songhe hesitated for a moment, and then said:
"But after all, the dead are the greatest... Isn't this a bit too much?"
Wang Songhe was shocked when he heard that Qiao Mu was going to use "Qiao Lin's" body to fish.
After all, the dead are greatest.
The city lord Guo Yan had threatened to hang Qiao Lin's body on the city gate to be exposed to the sun. However, Qiao Mu, the father, rushed to deliver his son's body. Wang Songhe could not understand this move at all.
However, Qiao Mu had no reservations at all. After all, this was not really his son's body, but his own body.
Qiumu would not leave his body behind unless necessary.
If necessary, he can fight alongside his own corpse and ashes without any taboos.
Qiao Mu said: "No need to say more, the dead are gone, so I, the living, should inherit the unfinished business of the dead."
"If I can kill Guo Yan, I would be willing to use my current body to replace my son as bait. Unfortunately, I can't do that."
Wang Songhe and Zhang Kui were silent.
Although they still couldn't quite understand, they all felt that... Qiao Sen was truly a ruthless person.
He is worthy of being Qiao Mu and Qiao Lin’s father!
"But then again, brother Qiao Sen, are you sure that after Qiao Lin's body is delivered to the City Lord's Mansion of Yancheng, Guo Yan will fall into the trap and leave the heavily guarded City Lord's Mansion?" Wang Songhe asked again.
Guo Yan, who was hiding in the city lord's mansion, was invincible.
There is only one chance to break into the City Lord's Mansion, and now that the enemy has been alerted, Qiao Mu naturally cannot attack the City Lord's Mansion again.
But if Guo Yan is not in the heavily guarded City Lord's Mansion, then maybe he can give it a try.
"I'm about 80% sure." Qiao Mu said.
In fact, he was only 50% sure.
He was only certain from his previous dealings with Guo Yan that this man valued his playboy very much.
Now that Master Guo is dead, it is normal for Guo Yan to do something to vent his anger, such as hanging Qiao Lin's body on the city gate.
It is impossible to have a plan that is perfect and 80% to 90% sure. There is no such wise Zhuge Kongming in the world, and Qiao Mu cannot read minds.
A thousand calculations are not as good as one word of recklessness.
If a person like Wang Songhe is responsible for the lives of many bandits, he will inevitably be hesitant and have many concerns when doing things.
But trees are different.
Other people’s lives are lives, but his life can be risked at any time.
So even if this operation fails, the worst that can happen is that I can prolong my life and try again.
Just act recklessly and it will be over.
... ..
The morning light is dim.
The gate of Yancheng was tightly closed and a team of soldiers was guarding it.
A merchant caravan wanted to enter the city but was blocked at the city gate. No matter how the leading merchant begged with a smile or how he bribed secretly, the city gate remained closed.
Qiao Mu, Wang Songhe and a group of other bandits were on a small hill, looking at the situation at the gate of Yancheng from afar.