While thinking.
There were footsteps outside the door again, and this time the person who pushed the door open was someone Qiao Mu did not expect.
One of them is Wu Shengren, and the other is Wang Songhe in disguise.
As soon as Wang Songhe entered the room, his eyes immediately fell on Qiao Mu's face.
"Qiao Sen?" He blurted out subconsciously, with a storm in his heart.
Not long ago, I heard the news of the death of "Qiao Pifu", and he was burned to death by the Saint Wu Qingxin in front of everyone's eyes. How come he appeared in Yancheng again
Among the former members of the Qiao family, from Qiao Mu to Qiao Pifu, all died in public.
The only survivor was Qiao Sen, who had successfully assassinated Guo Yan.
He glanced at Wu Qizhen who was standing next to him, and then he suddenly realized.
If this wise man had taken action, perhaps there might be a way to heal Qiao Mu's meridian injury without him having to suffer for ten or eight years.
He thought: After Qiao Sen left my village, did he get involved with the Wuji Society? And it turned out to be a blessing in disguise that he was healed
And the dead "Qiao Pifu" in Heyang City... is he another member of the Qiao family
"Oh... nothing, I made a mistake. The Qiao Sen I know is younger than you." Wang Songhe reacted quickly.
Regardless of whether the Qiao Zhong in front of him was the original Qiao Sen, he shouldn't say anything.
Because the Martial Saint next to him is not a good person, and now that Qiao Zhong is standing with the Martial Saint, it is probably not a good thing.
However, all his words and reactions were noticed by the Martial Saint next to him.
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The Martial Saint noticed Wang Songhe's subtle changes in mood, but didn't pay much attention to it:
"Wang Shanhe, why bother to hide? It's just a pseudonym. Aren't you also using a pseudonym and a fake identity? Or should I call you Wang Songhe now? Wang He?" The Martial Saint said casually.
As soon as these words were spoken, Qiao Mu suddenly realized that the strange middle-aged man in disguise in front of him was Wang Songhe, whom he met that year.
The knight breaks the law by force.
For wandering knights, disguising oneself and changing one's pseudonym is actually a very common thing.
This was the case with Song He, the bandit king wanted by the government, and naturally the same was true for "Qiao Sen" who killed Yancheng City Lord Guo Yan in the street.
However, Qiao Mu's disguise and identity-changing are fundamentally different from those of other people.
His previous identities, such as "Qiao Mu", "Qiao Lin", "Qiao Pifu" and so on, basically all died in public. Even the gods and immortals could not bring him back to life. This is a proven fact witnessed by countless people, and there are even corpses to prove it. It is naturally impossible for him to fake his death and escape.
Therefore, Qiao Mu’s flaw was not “Qiao Mu” or “Qiao Lin”, but “Qiao Sen” who survived from Yancheng at that time.
The biggest reason why his flaw was discovered was that after he was knocked unconscious by the Martial Saint, his disguise makeup was removed.
"Qiao Zhong, is your real name Qiao Sen? So the Qiao family in Yancheng and the Qiao Zhong who appeared in Heyang City are indeed from the same family?"
The Martial Saint actually didn’t care what Qiao Zhong’s real name was. It was just because of what happened in the Holy Maiden Village that day that he became curious about the “Qiao family” that Qiao Mu mentioned.
After knowing that Qiao Zhong's hidden identity was Qiao Sen, he lost interest.
"That's it? The secret hidden by Qiao Zhong's face is just that he killed a mere Yancheng City Lord?"
After killing the mayor of Yancheng, he changed his appearance in disguise and fled to another place
In the eyes of the Martial Saint, this crime is nothing.
The Martial Saint lost interest immediately:
"The mayor of Yancheng is just someone who can be easily destroyed... You killed the mayor of Yancheng and are trying to change your appearance and escape? I took your lies seriously. I really thought that there was a Qiao family with countless elders behind you."
The current Lord of Yancheng, Wang Songhe: ... .
"Qi Zheng, you take Qiao Zhong... Qiao Sen and go first." The Martial Saint waved his hand a little impatiently:
"Let's go to Qingming Town first."
That’s it
He had previously thought that Qiao Mu was hiding some big secret by disguising himself, but now it seems that it was nothing more than that.
"Qingming Town?" Wang Songhe was slightly stunned and vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
He also knew Qingming Town, which was located at the foot of the main peak of the Qingming Mountains.
The so-called Qingming Town was actually just an ordinary small village.
However, as the strange people came into the world and began to put pressure on the Great Yan court, the number of pilgrims coming to the mountain to burn incense gradually increased.
As time went by, the small village at the foot of the mountain grew bigger and bigger and became a town.
Nominally it is still a town under the jurisdiction of the Great Yan court, but when it comes to population size, it is probably not much different from Yancheng.
What’s more important is that deep in the Qingming Mountains is the headquarters of the Xuantian Sect.
What is the plan of this Martial Saint taking Qiao Sen to the foot of the Qingming Mountains
While Wang Songhe was thinking, Qiao Mu and the other man had already walked away.
"Wang Shanhe." The Martial Saint stretched out his hand and threw a cultivator's storage bag casually into Wang Songhe's hands.
The storage bag looks like an ordinary cloth bag, but the space inside is a storage device that can only be refined by immortal monks.
Wang Songhe was a little confused. He carefully examined the things in the storage bag, and then his expression changed slightly.
"The Xuantian Treasure Scripture? This is the foundation-building scripture for Xuantian Sect cultivators."
"Not only are there foundation-building scriptures, but also some other talismans, magic weapons and artifacts of immortal cultivators?" Wang Songhe held the storage bag in his hand and felt it was a little hot:
"Martial Saint, what do you mean?"
"You and I have different paths, so we cannot work together." The Martial Saint said calmly:
"The things of immortal cultivators are useless to me, so I might as well give them to you, which can be regarded as making the best use of them."
"I haven't killed many immortal cultivators in these years, but I have been able to gather some immortal inheritance. These things are much better than the half-baked Taoist methods you practiced."
Wang Songhe trembled slightly. As a loner who had never entered the immortal sect and had been busy practicing magic, he knew how important the gift that the Martial Saint had given him with just a few words was.
Little do people know that countless warriors are willing to guard and do odd jobs for the many Taoist temples under the Xuantian Sect, just for the chance to one day be taught the true Xuanmen methods by the immortals and achieve immortality.
Before Wang Songhe became an immortal, although he was a powerful second-rank official, even the Great Yan Dynasty was defeated. Naturally, his power as a second-rank civil servant was nothing in front of the immortal gate.
Therefore, he only managed to obtain some ordinary Taoist inheritance from monks of small sects.
He has been practicing Taoism for more than 30 years, and although he has made some achievements in the way of immortality, he only has an empty realm, lacks actual combat skills, and lacks the corresponding techniques.
The proud talismans of the low-level cultivators of Xuantian Sect, such as the Bone-Eroding Fire Talisman, were powerful weapons against warriors, but Wang Songhe, who changed his profession late, naturally did not know how to use them.
"There is a saying that strange people have the luck of mortal dynasties." The Martial Saint still had a calm expression:
"It is said that emperors have their own destiny, so they cannot live forever. Even if an emperor practices Taoism, it is like trying to catch the moon in the water... Even if you succeed in practicing Taoism, if you achieve something in the future, you will not live too long and cannot live forever."
"This little bit of stuff will serve as a tribute to your grave in the future."
After saying this, the Martial Saint also walked away.
He never thought highly of Wang Songhe's path, but that didn't stop him from doing what he wanted and throwing something to this old friend.
"Martial arts is the only possibility to fight against immortals. Wang Shanhe cultivates immortals to control aliens... This path will take an extremely long time, so I don't think it will work."
"The progress of martial arts cultivation is faster than that of immortals... In the long run, time is on the side of us martial artists, but martial arts is lagging far behind, and I also need time... more time."
The Martial Saint ignored Wang Songhe's complicated expression and walked away on his own.
...
The Wu Ji Society did not have any good way to search for the emperor's whereabouts, and could only conduct a carpet-style search from Yancheng to the Qingming Mountains.
The Xuantian Sect's headquarters is located deep in the Qingming Mountains, so the Wu Ji Association can only act in secret for fear of alerting the enemy.
Until Qiao Mu arrived at Qingming Town at the foot of the mountains, there was no decent information about the emperor's whereabouts.
Qingming Peak towers into the clouds. From the foot of the mountain, you can vaguely see a majestic Taoist temple standing high up. This small town is right at the foot of the main peak, Qingming Peak.
Walking in this town, half of the shops along the street are small shops selling incense, paper and candles.
Qiao Mu found a roadside restaurant, sat down, ordered some food, and sat on a bench, casually looking at the street scenery.
The town was obviously quite densely populated, with a constant stream of people coming and going.
There are many pilgrims from other places among them. Often, pilgrims from other places will take a short rest in this town, buy incense and candles in the store, and then go up the mountain and leave.
"In fact, a few decades ago, this was just a small mountain village with less than a hundred households." Wu Qizheng explained in a low voice:
"However, as the influence of the strange man grew, Qingyun Temple became the most famous Taoist temple nearby. More and more pilgrims came to Qingyun Temple, and some even regarded Qingyun Temple on the mountain as some kind of holy place."
"Every day, many pilgrims come from far away just to climb the mountain to worship the gods and burn incense..."
Qiao Mu listened in silence.
If it were in the previous life, the Qingyun Temple was probably a Taoist temple on a famous mountain with a lot of worshippers, a larger tourist attraction, nothing more.
But in this world, it’s not that simple.
"I walked around this town, but I didn't see any farmers or farmland. Most of them were shops selling incense, paper, candles and other things." Qiao Mu whispered.
This voice was heard by a lame old man on the side of the road. He looked over and smiled and said:
"Brother, you are from other places, right? You don't understand this."
"In this town, most of the people are merchants selling incense, candles, and food, while most of the townspeople don't actually have to do the hard farm work."
The lame old man had gray hair on his temples and looked a little older than the sixty-year-old Qiao Mu.
Although the old man was old, he had age spots on his face, sagging skin and wrinkles, but his face was rosy and full of energy, which was something Qiumu rarely saw since he traveled through time.
It is rare for a person to live to be seventy. Commoners in ancient dynasties did not live long. Even if there were some who could live to old age, they would often look older because of their excessive work.
Although this lame old man is very old, he looks very energetic. If you don't know him, you would think he has just taken in eighteen concubines.
"Brother, you don't have to do farm work, so do you make enough money just by doing business and renting houses to pilgrims from other places? That's incredible." Qiao Mu said.
In the tourist towns of his previous life, many people relied on this for their livelihood, so he asked this question.
"Hey, we are all common people, how can we run a shop?" The lame old man smiled complacently, as if he wanted to show off in front of the pilgrims from other places:
"This is at the foot of the Xianmen Taoist Temple. The immortals of Xuantian Sect pity the hardship of our lives. Therefore, as long as we recite Taoist scriptures and pray every day and go up the mountain to worship the gods on time, we can ensure that we have enough food and clothing without having to work hard in the fields."
"Of course, this has to be done by local townspeople." The old man said this with a bit of pride.
It is not easy to obtain the household registration of the townspeople.
Over the past few decades, the Yan Dynasty had imposed harsh policies and increasingly heavy taxes. Taxes from other towns were collected almost 20 years later. Famines occurred frequently, and being able to eat enough food was a rare blessing.
Under such circumstances, there is such a town at the foot of Qingming Mountain. As long as the townspeople recite scriptures and worship gods every day, they can have no worries about food and clothing. What kind of paradise is this
If this place was not under the jurisdiction of the Xuantian Sect, and if it were not for the fact that it was difficult to obtain the residents' household registration, the doorstep of this town would have been trampled by refugees from all over Nanzhou.
"The local townspeople..." Qiao Mu seemed to be thinking about something, and suddenly said:
"Brother, judging from your accent, do you sound like you are from Yancheng?"
"Hmm? You can hear it?" The lame old man was slightly surprised, and his smile widened a little:
"We were indeed from Yancheng before, but wasn't there a famine at the time? So we ran away."
"I suffered a lot on my way to this town. I almost got my old bones buried on the road. Later, the immortal from Xuantian Sect took pity on my old age and made an exception to let me enter this town."
He was a refugee from famine, old and frail, and living from day to day.
Now he is a townsman living at the foot of Xianmen Mountain. He has no worries about food and clothing, and his life has changed tremendously.
It's no wonder that the lame old man has a rosy face and is full of energy, and likes to show off in front of Qiaomu, a foreigner, intentionally or unintentionally.
"It sounds like the Immortal Sect has done a great thing. The Immortal Master of Xuantian Sect is truly a kind person."
"In fact, it's because you do a lot of good deeds every day, brother, that you have this blessing. When you get old, you can turn things around and have good fortune. I, a foreigner, don't have this blessing."
Qiao Mu's words made the lame old man, who loved to show off, smile widely. He had originally planned to leave with his cane, but now he felt that chatting with him was pleasant, so he stayed there and chatted for a few more words.
After hearing the nice words, the lame old man gradually started talking.
Qiao Mu first asked indirectly whether there were any unusual things happening in the town recently, such as the whereabouts of Emperor Yonghe.
After finding nothing, Qiao Mu was a little disappointed, and finally asked:
"But there is one thing I don't understand, brother."