He was just doing good things in the eyes of others while satisfying his own desire to become stronger.
That's all.
He was never a selfless moral saint, he always had selfish desires.
But, so what
I want to show off my abilities in front of others by being a chivalrous hero, and I also want to help the weak and fight for justice. Is there anything wrong with this idea
“At forty, one should be free from doubts. One should understand one’s own heart, not be confused by external things or people, and have one’s own principles to stick to.”
"And the truth I insist on..."
Qiao Mu kept his eyes on all directions, glancing at the people around him.
There were pilgrims who were watching from afar without knowing what was going on, there was a high-ranking fifth-rank official with a sullen face, and there was also the female cultivator Mingyue who was hiding behind the crowd and gazing at him coldly.
When he just had a conflict with the Taoists at the gate of the Taoist temple, even the officials and people of Dayan did not stand on his side and pointed fingers at him.
But what if I am not understood, ridiculed by everyone, and regarded as a reckless fool
He just wants to be immortal, and he just wants to stick to his principles!
"The world is dark, officials are in collusion, the government is exhausted, and the immortals are hypocritical..."
"But I will practice morality, I will help the weak and fight for the weak, and I will fight for them until I die!"
"Not convinced? If you don't agree, come up and kill me!!!" Qiao Mu once again charged into the crowd with a spear in his hand, laughing wildly.
Such an arrogant and willful attitude made Emperor Yonghe, who had been watching from afar, shrink his pupils and his hands behind his back tremble slightly.
Chapter 79 Please accept death! (6k, three-in-one
The commotion caused by Qiao Mu at the gate of the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain has become a big deal, attracting too many people to stop and watch.
After all, a warrior broke into Xuantian Temple and killed the Green-Eyed Flying Tiger of the Immortal Sect. This kind of thing cannot be said to be rare, it is simply unheard of.
However, on the mountain behind Xuantian Temple, it was still calm.
The morning light is dim, and the sun shines among the mountains and forests.
A young Taoist in green clothes walked slowly on the road, stepping through the low grass, his trouser legs wet by the dew on the grass beside the road.
The waterfall on the edge of the cliff hangs there like a curtain of water, crashing into the small lake below with a loud roar.
There were also cranes preening their feathers by the lake. As the young Taoist in green approached, koi in the lake jumped out of the water in groups, as if they were going to jump onto the cliff against the flow of the waterfall.
A melodious sound of guqin came from somewhere in the distance, and the sound was like the gurgling of water, flowing into the Taoist's ears.
Under a big tree by the lake, two middle-aged Taoists were playing chess in front of a chessboard. No one made a sound, just staring at the board quietly.
Although the two Taoists playing chess are middle-aged, they have kind faces and a somewhat immortal air, like mountain immortals walking out of a painting, which makes people feel good about them.
This is a peaceful and tranquil scene, like a fairyland, which indeed conforms to the secular imagination of immortals.
It is in stark contrast to the noisy street in front of Xuantian Temple at the foot of the mountain.
The mountain and the foot of the mountain seem like two separate worlds.
"Are you two senior brothers still playing chess here?" The young Taoist in green smiled and walked over.
"An interesting thing happened at the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain. Brothers, don't you want to go and take a look?"
"Oh? What's the matter?" The Taoist on the left looked up.
"Don't be distracted, continue playing chess." The Taoist on the right kept his expression unchanged, his eyes still fixed on the chessboard.
The Taoist in green clothes said:
"A common warrior came to the foot of the mountain and tried to break into Xuantian Temple by force."
"Oh." The Taoist on the left suddenly lost interest and returned his gaze to the chessboard.
None of them asked how big a mess this ordinary warrior had caused, and no one asked about the warrior's strength level.
We are all ordinary people anyway, it doesn’t matter.
"Two senior brothers, don't you care about this warrior breaking into the Taoist temple? After all, this concerns the incense of our sect." The young Taoist in green said with a smile.
"Junior brother, you have only been practicing Taoism for a short time and have little experience." The Taoist on the left said calmly:
"You are just a warrior, you can't accomplish anything. Otherwise, you are underestimating my Xuantian Sect."
"Besides, isn't there a group of martial slaves guarding the gate of the Taoist temple?"
“... .Wu Nu?” It seemed like the young Taoist heard such a term for the first time.
"He is a Taoist priest who practices martial arts." The Taoist on the left chuckled.
"A bunch of ordinary warriors, you think that just by changing into Taoist robes, you can enter my immortal sect and be on equal footing with us?"
"Oh, Junior Brother, you are different. We are formal disciples of the sect, so we are naturally different from ordinary people."
The young Taoist in green hesitated:
"But they are in name only as disciples of my sect after all. The warrior who broke in is not too weak. If these servants die and break into Xuantian Temple..."
"Why do you care about that?" said the Taoist on the left:
"If you have not yet entered the path of immortality, you will ultimately be a mayfly that lives in the morning and dies in the evening. If you die, you die."
The period of seclusion for immortal cultivators may be as short as a few months or as long as several years.
The elders of the immortal sects with higher levels of cultivation may even go into seclusion for ten, eight, or even dozens of years at a time.
Most ordinary people do not live beyond sixty years, and living to seventy is rare since ancient times.
Warriors can generally live a little longer, but they are still within the range of mortals. In the eyes of true cultivators, they are just big bugs.
"They are just a bunch of martial slaves. It doesn't matter if they die. There are many martial artists who are willing to join my sect as slaves and servants. Oh... they have to be the gatekeeper disciples."
"Besides, these martial slaves are not that simple." At this point, the Taoist on the left side of the chessboard became a little interested:
"Twenty years ago, I traveled to Zhongzhou and passed by a small town. The mayor of that town was a warrior."
"According to what they mortals say, it seems to be considered a sixth-grade item?"
"Forget it, it's not important....The warrior happened to see me casting a spell, guess what happened?"
"He thought his chance had come, and he knelt down to worship me as his master and teach me the way of immortality. He also wanted to offer me his wife and children... Of course, I didn't have the time for that, so I just left."
"Then a year passed, and I returned to that city by chance. Guess what?"
"That warrior killed all his wife and children, saying that he wanted to prove his truth by killing his wife. He thought that I was testing him by refusing, and that he couldn't cultivate immortality because his earthly ties were not yet over!"
The Taoist on the left started laughing as he spoke.
"These martial slaves and ordinary martial artists are all the same." The Taoist on the right, who had been silent the whole time, also interrupted:
"Why should we take action to eliminate the warrior who broke into the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain? If we don't take action, those martial slaves will think we are testing their determination to pursue the Tao."
The two Taoists playing chess looked at each other and smiled at the same time.
"Besides, isn't Mingyue at the foot of the mountain?"
"Mingyue? Oh, the servant who raises spirit beasts for the Saint."
When talking about Mingyue, these Taoists all had a half-smile on their faces.
"Mingyue has only been a member of the Xuantian Sect for a dozen or twenty years. What has she been able to cultivate?"
"Although she has spiritual roots, she is impetuous and her cultivation is not good. That is why she is just a saint servant who raises spiritual beasts..."
"I heard that she is favored by the Saint. I think the Saint has also given her some self-defense items like talismans. Even if her cultivation is not very good, she can still handle an ordinary warrior."
At this time, the young Taoist in green interrupted:
"Speaking of which, the Saint's spiritual beast, the tiger cub, rushed down the mountain and was killed by the mortal warrior."
At this point, the two Taoists who were playing chess were slightly moved.
"The Saint... Is she still in seclusion?"
"I see... The disturbance at the foot of the mountain was probably caused by the bright moon."
"The trouble she caused? Haha."
"What are you talking about her for? Playing chess."
The Taoists concentrated on playing chess again, stopped chatting, and ignored the commotion at the entrance of the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain.
The mountain has regained its previous peace and tranquility, like a fairyland.
At the foot of the mountain, at the entrance of Xuantian Temple.
As the demon disintegrated, Qiao Mu's blood almost boiled, and he laughed wildly with a spear in his hand.
Such an attitude and such bold words were unimaginable, not to mention Emperor Yonghe who knew him well.
Even the pilgrims in the distance who did not know the truth were dazzled and said in their hearts: What a heroic figure!
Although Qiao Mu made a bold statement, he also used his expertise in battlefield spearmanship.
But he also encountered obstacles he had never encountered before.
Before, Qiao Mu had fought against many enemies alone in Yancheng in the name of the Qiao family father and son, and had earned a reputation for himself by charging into the crowd.
Later, he assassinated the city lord in the street. The city lord's guards were already afraid and did not dare to fight him head-on.
But this time it's different.
The name of Qiao Pifu is not very famous in Heyang Prefecture.
After discussing state affairs and insulting the emperor, his name was only heard by some local officials and nearby people, and he was not considered famous.
These Taoists at the gate of Xuantian Temple are not only stronger than the guards of the City Lord's Mansion, but some of them also have a fanaticism in their eyes that Qiao Mu cannot understand.
"How dare you, a thief, break into my important place!"
"How dare you, a crude warrior, disturb the tranquility of the Immortal Sect? You shall be executed!"
"Why do you need my brother on the mountain to take action? I can destroy you!"
Although most of these menial Taoist servants could not be said to have fought desperately, they were still quite hardworking, much better than the guards of the Yancheng City Lord's Mansion who worked without putting in any effort.
"Prepare to die! I, Chen Fei, will eliminate you, the evil one, today!" A burly Taoist priest with a body as strong as an iron tower roared loudly, his voice like thunder and full of energy.
But after this roar, he couldn't help but glance towards the back mountain, and then he rushed forward bravely.
The other Taoists were stunned at first, and then they all understood.
"I, Chen Shan, am willing to die for the Immortal Sect and kill this rude and barbaric warrior!"
"I, Wang Ming, will kill this murderer even if I shed my last drop of blood for the sect today!"
"I, Liu Ziming, am also willing to go through fire and water for the Immortal Sect..."
Hearing these sounds, Qiumu's eyes twitched slightly.
As someone who often reviews death, he is slightly familiar with these lines.
"Are you acting for their No. 1 guy on the list? Are you trying to get a review from me?"
Qiao Mu sneered, and the spear in his hand stabbed out like lightning, piercing through the two martial artists.
His acting can really kill people, and he has indeed saved people.
Whether these Taoists are just shouting slogans to show off their reputation or they really want to fight to the death... Qiao Mu doesn't really care.
"kill!"
He rushed forward with the gun in his hand, his internal energy continuously bursting outward, and blood oozed out from the pores of his skin again.
There was a dull thud.
A sturdy Taoist priest with a body like an iron tower slapped the side of Qiao Mu's spear head with a slap, and the surging force caused Qiao Mu's spear to tilt. He had metal rings on both hands and a cold look in his eyes. He was the Taoist priest who spoke first, Chen Fei.
Is it really of some weight
After the fight just now, Qiao Mu also roughly understood the level of this burly Taoist priest.
Qiao Mu has just entered the sixth level, and he only relies on the Heavenly Demon Disintegration to explode his internal energy exponentially. The internal energy that this burly Taoist just exploded is only slightly worse than his, and he is estimated to be a warrior in the late sixth level.
"Sixth-rank warriors all have to beg for mercy from the Immortal Gate. Are they all gatekeepers?"