So he changed his face through "Blood and Flesh" and entered Yancheng.
Guo Yan, the former mayor of Yancheng, was a man of great cunning and skill. When he was in office, he was the only one in power, and the other bureaucrats and powerful people in Yancheng were far inferior to him.
After Guo Yan and his son were killed by Qiao Mu, Wang Songhe spent some energy to subdue many small forces in Yancheng and became the city lord under a false identity.
Wang Songhe was a second-rank official in the imperial court in his early years. His skills and strength were far beyond the ordinary forces in Yancheng. Taking over Yancheng was actually a waste of his talent. How could there be any suspense
Zhang Kui also thought it made sense and nodded:
"Okay, big brother, please read the news from Yancheng first before you speak. This is the news from Tingchao Tower... although it's almost spread all over the street."
Wang Songhe took a quick glance and his eyes suddenly froze.
Martial Saint... Is it possible that we can still hear news about him
"What on earth is he planning... And the Heyang City is also a place of trouble."
Wang Songhe sighed slightly.
At the beginning, he gave Qiao Mu a letter of recommendation, preparing to recommend Qiao Sen, whose meridians were severely damaged, to go to Heyang City to be a small constable, so as to hone his overly sharp edge.
After ten or eight years, when Qiao Sen has fully recovered from his injuries, he might be able to become his powerful assistant... .
Unexpectedly, not long after, news came out that a former Heyang City constable "Qiao Pifu" was killed and burned to death by the Saint Maiden of the Immortal Sect.
Although he didn't know the pseudonym "Qiao Pifu", judging from his style of behavior, it was not much different from that of Qiao Sen.
"If I had known he was so stubborn, why would I have recommended him to be a constable? He ended up losing his life..."
Wang Songhe sighed slightly.
At this moment, a servant knocked on the door and entered the study.
"Master Wang, there is a guest named Wu who claims to be an old acquaintance of yours and is visiting you as he passes by Yancheng."
"Old friend?"
Wang Songhe frowned immediately.
His current identity is the pseudonym "Wang He", a name he picked randomly after entering Yancheng. How could he have any old friends
"... Then please invite him in." Wang Songhe thought.
It looks like the person is here with bad intentions, but we can fight back if something fishy happens. If there is anything fishy going on, we can just deal with it when we meet. What is there to be afraid of
After a moment.
Wang Songhe looked at the Martial Saint sitting in the study, stunned.
"Wang Shanhe, when you meet an old acquaintance, don't you know how to serve tea?" said the Martial Saint indifferently.
"Tea is for guests. You and I have different ideas and cannot work together." Wang Songhe also reacted, and his face was not very happy.
Wang Songhe, whose real name was Wang Shanhe, was once a second-rank official of the dynasty, serving as the Minister of Justice.
One of them is a scholar and the other is a warrior. Although Wang Songhe is younger than him, they can be considered to be of the same generation overall.
certainly.
When Wang Songhe was the Minister of Justice, he was just a pure civil official. He had not practiced martial arts or cultivated immortality. Therefore, his status and reputation in the court were far inferior to that of the Martial Saint, who was already the leader of military officers at that time.
However, many civil and military officials of the generation of forty years ago have died, and only a few are still alive today, and most of them are already very old.
The Martial Saint, who is far ahead of others in the martial arts world, and Wang Songhe, who began to practice Taoism after the age of forty, are the two remaining exceptions.
In fact, these two people can be regarded as the afterglow of the court officials of the previous era.
“People with different philosophies cannot work together… You, Wang Shanhe, devoted yourself to the path of immortality, and ended up rising from a second-rank official to the lord of a small city. Where is your path?” asked the Martial Saint indifferently.
"Among the extraordinary people, there is a saying of destiny. You, Wang Shanhe, practiced Taoism, entered the secular world as an official, and even had the intention of forming a bandit uprising army... Can you achieve immortality this way?"
"What's the point of me wanting to live forever? I only practice magic and not immortality. If the immortal way is strong, I will practice immortality, and if the martial way is strong, I will practice martial arts... It's a pity that this martial art..." Wang Songhe looked at the Martial Saint in front of him with a complicated expression.
What he knew was the high-spirited first-rank military officer from forty years ago, not the eighty-five-year-old martial arts saint who practiced martial arts by eating human flesh.
"You have your way, and I have mine." said the Martial Saint:
"My martial arts is to use the ultimate force to kill all the strange people in the world and bring eternal peace."
"Martial Saint, are you still going to say such righteous words in front of me?" Wang Songhe's face did not show much fluctuation, he was very calm.
"Forty years ago, the first-rank general said this. He said that you have the world in your heart. I believe it."
"How can I trust a martial saint whose hands are stained with blood and who has slaughtered half of the martial arts world?"
Over the years, Wang Songhe had heard a lot about the deeds committed by the infamous Martial Saint, so he did not have much awe towards the Martial Saint in front of him.
"There are no saints in this world. There are many cowards who only care about their deeds and not their hearts, who are always full of righteousness but in the end are afraid of death." He stood up and shouted:
"No matter how much you talk about righteousness, if your hands are stained with blood, your humanity will deteriorate."
"Martial Saint, how much humanity do you still have now?"
"Whether you believe it or not is none of my business." The Martial Saint scratched his ears nonchalantly, not caring at all.
Wang Songhe was speechless.
"I hope I can see the day when you sacrifice for martial arts instead of others sacrificing for your martial arts." Wang Songhe said coldly:
"But I'm afraid I won't be able to see it. Even if I practice the immortal way and have a longer lifespan than ordinary people, I may not be able to wait until then."
"If I die, martial arts will no longer exist, and no one will be able to fight against the immortal way, so I cannot die." said the Martial Saint.
Wang Songhe was silent for a moment.
The Martial Saint is the most powerful person in martial arts, no one can match him, so according to his principle of the survival of the fittest, he is more important than any other warrior in the world.
If he were to die, it would be after all other warriors had died, and the Martial Saint would be the last sacrifice.
"You are right no matter what." Wang Songhe shook his head.
"Until all the warriors in the martial arts world are dead, no one will know whether you are a selfish person who sacrifices the entire martial arts world for your own success, or a sacrificer who is truly willing to make the sacrifice."
"That's right." The Martial Saint also nodded. He would not prove his innocence, nor did he care about his innocence.
After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the door.
"Wang Shanhe, come with me to meet someone." said the Martial Saint.
"Huh?" Wang Songhe was slightly surprised.
"You don't think I came to you just to reminisce about the past, do you? Don't take yourself too seriously." The Martial Saint said calmly:
"A man who used the Flesh and Blood Transformation Technique to disguise himself. His last name is also Qiao... And you have come into contact with the Qiao family more than once, right?"
Chapter 100 The Third Generation of Mu Qiaosen
Yancheng, in a residential building in the outer city area.
Qiao Mu walked out of the room, looked around, and looked at the familiar scenery of the past.
In the past, five out of ten houses in the outer city of Yancheng were empty.
This time, the Wu Ji Association apparently found an unused vacant house in the outer city area to temporarily stay.
Wu Qizhen did not stop him from going out. Instead, he stood there with his chin in his hand, quietly observing Qiao Mu's every move with great interest.
Looking out from the gate of the courtyard, I could vaguely hear footsteps in the distance. A pedestrian from the outer city was approaching.
Walking in the alley was a middle-aged man who looked like an old farmer. He was grinning with his big yellow teeth and chatting with passers-by with a silly smile.
As if noticing Qiao Mu's gaze, the middle-aged man turned around and looked over, startled slightly.
"Old Huang?"
Qiao Mu didn't expect that as soon as he arrived in Yancheng, he would accidentally meet an old acquaintance, so he hurriedly turned his head and walked back into the yard.
Qiao Mu's "Blood and Flesh" is still at the stage of makeup and disguise.
Because he was knocked unconscious by the Martial Saint, his makeup had long been seen through, so at this moment Qiao Mu appeared with his original face.
Qiao Mu is now actually 60 years old.
However, because he had mastered the Changsheng Fist to a certain extent, Qiao Mu's blood and energy remained strong to this day, and he looked younger than the average sixty-year-old man in the Great Yan Dynasty.
Just for the sake of disguising his identity, Qiao Mu usually deliberately makes himself look like he is sixty years old.
Wu Qizhen took in Qiao Mu's reactions, seeming to be thinking about something.
"As you can see, we are in Yancheng." He recounted the details of the plan to assassinate the emperor:
"To the west of Yancheng is the Qingming Mountains. So we will come to Yancheng to rest for a while."
"If we want to assassinate Emperor Yonghe, the best time to act is when he is on his way to Qingyun Temple..."
"But unfortunately, we in the Wuji Association still don't know the exact whereabouts of Emperor Yonghe."
In the past, Xing Xuanshi of the Wu Ji Association once came to Yancheng. His main purpose was to look for the trace of Emperor Yonghe in the Yancheng area, and he also met Guo Yan by the way.
It’s just obvious that there was a slight deviation in the information provided by Envoy Xingxuan.
Although Emperor Yonghe had arrived in Nanzhou, he was not in Yancheng at that time, but in Heyang Prefecture.
When Qiao Mu heard Wu Qizheng's brief account of the assassination of the emperor, he was shocked.
As the emperor of Dayan, Emperor Yonghe's every move is not just his business.
If he kowtowed to the immortals of Xuantian Sect, even as an ordinary pilgrim in private and not as the Emperor of Dayan, it would inevitably bring serious consequences.
"No wonder Wu Ji had a plan to assassinate the emperor..." Qiao Mu sighed softly.
For Qiao Mu, there was no psychological burden in assassinating this emperor who was known for his stupidity and incompetence.
Therefore, this time, his interests were indeed consistent with those of the Martial Saint.
Not to mention, the Martial Saint also offered Qiao Mu an offer that he couldn't refuse: the best martial arts secrets.
Wu Qizhen continued, "The Emperor of Great Yan will pay homage to Qingyun Temple on the first day of next month, which is seven or eight days later."
"If we can't find the trace of the Great Yan Emperor and assassinate him before the first day of the new year, once the time is delayed to the first day of the new year, the hope of success will be extremely slim."
If it is not necessary, the Wu Ji Society does not want to go directly to the Qingyun Temple of the Xuantian Sect, as that would mean directly confronting the Xuantian Sect.
Not only is it very likely that the assassination attempt on the emperor will fail, but there is also the possibility that the Xuantian Sect will wipe him out.
After saying this, Wu Qi said solemnly:
"Qiao Zhong, assassinating the emperor is an extremely dangerous action. Even for a Martial Saint, it is equally dangerous. It is very likely that you will become enemies with the cultivators of the Xuantian Sect."
"The Martial Saint involved you in this matter because he actually wanted to train you into a future martial arts seed... or martial arts resource."
"If you die, it's your weakness."
"If you can survive, you will have passed his test, and he will give you the best martial arts secrets..."
"So, try to survive."
Qiao Mu had been listening attentively, but when he heard this he was a little stunned.
When he first heard the Martial Saint talk about it, he hadn't reacted yet, but now he saw the highlight.
His mission is to survive
Doesn't this sound a bit too difficult
Can we let him die? Does it count if he dies
For Qiumu, dying is much easier than living.
"If I want the top secret book in the hands of the Martial Saint, I must restrain my desire to commit suicide and try my best to save my life in the assassination of the emperor..."
"Isn't this too difficult? I'm afraid I can't control it."
Qiao Mu was shocked.
But if you think about it carefully, he is already sixty years old now, and because of the half-longevity fist, his energy and blood are still strong.
But if you get a few more years older, you may face the dilemma of physical aging and declining energy and blood.
Therefore, he really needed the second half of the "Eternal Fist Sutra" in Wu Jihui's hands, and it would be best if he could get it immediately.
"Before I get the complete "Eternal Life Fist Manual", I really can't commit suicide casually. I should cherish my life... ....cherish it for now."
"Wait until I get it before I commit suicide."
Qiao Mu thought so in his heart.