"It's unreasonable." His eyes were slightly cold.
For someone who has been able to stand out from the 3,000 disciples of the Martial Saint, survive to this day, and be ranked among the so-called 72 Sages, it is almost impossible that he does not have blood on his hands.
But at that time he was fighting with other disciples for survival, and he had always been against the evil secret method like "Martial Holy Spirit Rhinoceros Secret", which made him very different from these people.
"Why do you want to die for the Martial Saint?" Wu Qizhen asked coldly.
Although he was a disciple of the Martial Saint and was known as one of the Seventy-two Sages, he did not have much good feelings towards the Martial Saint himself.
After all, he is also one of the resources of the Martial Saint. If one day he is useless, he will have to die.
"Because the Martial Saint is the leader of the martial arts world and the strongest person in the martial arts world. If there is still a martial artist in this world who has the hope of fighting against the aliens, then the most likely one is the Martial Saint." The old man Mo Mingzhi said firmly:
"The foreigners are high and mighty, looking upon the people as straw dogs, feeding them to support themselves."
"The alien war has lasted for forty years. After the death of the first two generations, the people now have forgotten the humiliation they suffered. Many Taoist temples have opened in big cities like Heyang Prefecture. It has become a custom for the people to burn incense and worship gods during festivals."
"Ordinary people can't see it, but we warriors are standing higher, so we can naturally see it."
"If this continues, martial arts will cease to exist, and we humans will eventually become vassals of the aliens, like cattle and sheep raised in their pastures."
Mo Mingzhi is the previous generation of Star Envoy of the Wu Ji Association. As he is also old, he knows much more than ordinary people and ordinary warriors.
"The Martial Saint's "Martial Spirit Secret Art" may be the opportunity to change the fate of warriors and the fate of all people." Mo Mingzhi sighed.
After the return of the Martial Saint, the truth about the "Martial Spirit Rhinoceros Secret" was exposed through Tingchao Tower. All the martial artists in the world knew that the Martial Saint had been hiding in the dark for forty years, selecting talents through the "Martial Spirit Rhinoceros Secret", and regarded them as his resources.
"Is this the reason why you absorb the energy of the disciples in your sect?" Wu Qizhen's eyes narrowed.
"Master Qi Zheng, the immortal way is strong while the martial way is weak. The martial way may have lagged behind the immortal way for thousands of years." Mo Mingzhi said with emotion:
"Thousands of years ago, the martial arts had reached their limit at the fourth level. All that was left was to continue to slowly accumulate internal strength and make progress bit by bit over the long years, but there was no qualitative breakthrough."
"It has only been in the last few hundred years that we have gradually figured out a clear and precise way to refine the spirit."
"Led by Master Zhang of Wudang, there are legends in the world about people entering Taoism through martial arts, but they are just illusory legends."
"Putting aside the vague rumors, the person standing at the forefront of martial arts today is undoubtedly the Martial Saint."
"The Martial Saint gathered the accumulation of the top martial artists in the world over the past forty years, established the Wu Ji Association, and created the current method. The progress of the world's martial arts in the past forty years may be comparable to that of the past hundreds of years... But it is not enough."
As a Star Envoy of the previous generation, Mo Mingzhi's experience and knowledge are incomparable to ordinary people.
Precisely because he knew so much, he realized that he had seen the gap between the way of immortals and the way of martial arts, and it might take him thousands of years to catch up.
The top warriors of the previous generation, led by the Martial Saint, advanced martial arts for hundreds of years at the cost of bloodbaths in the martial arts world, but this was still not enough.
So, when he was completely hopeless and old, he finally made a decision.
The old man's mouth was still bleeding, but he laughed sadly:
"We don't want to die for the Martial Saint, we want to die for the leader of the martial arts world!"
If the strangers are the long night of the Nine Provinces, then the Martial Saint is the scorching sun that briefly burns the earth.
"The world has suffered from foreigners for a long time!" the old man roared:
"We are willing to be a stepping stone for the martial arts leader to challenge the extraordinary people. Even if we can only shorten the gap by one or two years, we are willing to do it!"
"We are willing to be the stepping stones for the leader of martial arts!" The other dozen or so warriors also shouted in unison.
Qiao Mu looked at these warriors whose blood was boiling, then looked at the corpses lying on the ground under their feet, without saying a word.
Let’s put aside the character of the Martial Saint.
The Martial Saint is indeed the undisputed leader in martial arts, the strongest among all martial artists in the world, and the pillar of martial arts.
In this age where extraordinary people are high and mighty, the so-called strongest martial artists are completely different from the "number one martial arts master" and "number one martial arts master in the world" that emerged in the past hundreds or thousands of years.
The so-called top martial arts master represents a kind of honor and is the person with the strongest martial arts in every era.
Today's martial arts leader does not only represent the strongest and the most honorable, but also naturally has to shoulder the expectations of other martial artists and the possibility of fighting against aliens.
The world has suffered from foreigners for a long time!
These warriors, led by the previous Xingxuan Envoy Mo Mingzhi, regarded the Martial Saint as a life-saving straw when they were drowning.
As for whether this straw can support their expectations, or even this straw may not be straw, but poisonous thorns... these drowning people don't care about that anymore.
"The Martial Saint will create the current method in forty years and advance the martial arts by hundreds of years. He is the greatest hope for our generation of martial artists!"
Time is the most ruthless and cannot be changed by human will.
The huge gap between a warrior and an extraordinary person can only be caught up by accumulating knowledge bit by bit over an equally long period of time.
"Is this your last words?"
Silently, the Martial Saint walked in. He looked down at Mo Mingzhi and the others, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
His disappointment was not because Mo Mingzhi and others fabricated the information about the appearance of the Emperor of Dayan, but because of something else.
"Martial Saint..." Mo Mingzhi and others trembled slightly subconsciously.
The trembling of the body is both an instinctive fear and a hidden expectation and excitement.
"A bunch of cowards." The Martial Saint's eyes were cold:
"Feeling powerless to fight against the aliens, after losing all hope, do you place your hopes on the so-called 'leader of martial arts'?"
He strode forward, his muscular arms swelled and became larger with blood, and he suddenly grabbed Mo Mingzhi's old body in his hands.
"No wonder you haven't been able to embark on the path of spiritual cultivation for so many years. After all, you lack courage and character. You are just a coward."
Being able to master the "Martial Spirit Holy Rhinoceros Secret" means that one has an extraordinary mind. If one's martial arts aptitude and perseverance can keep up, one will be able to embark on the third-grade path of spiritual cultivation.
But a warrior's mentality, perseverance, and so on are not static.
There was no emotion on the face of the Martial Saint. He just stood there quietly, allowing the old man's body in his palm to slowly deflate.
Mo Mingzhi's eyes gradually lost their luster, and he finally died. His shriveled, old body fell down and landed among the pile of equally shriveled corpses below.
"As for you... it's too early for you to die." He looked at the other dozen warriors.
The strength of these warriors varies, the weakest are only at the ninth level who have just achieved internal strength, the stronger ones are not much stronger, and there is not a single fourth-level warrior.
"If you want to become my stepping stone, it depends on whether you are qualified." The Martial Saint said indifferently:
"If you really want to die, then go and train hard, fight for your life and death, and come back to me ten or twenty years later."
The faces of these dozen warriors turned pale and their bodies fell to the ground.
A few people's faces naturally revealed a sense of relief at surviving the disaster.
Confronting the most powerful person in martial arts, the Martial Saint, is naturally an extremely huge mental pressure for them.
They might have been a little excited just now, but now they have come to their senses, calmed down, and are fleeing.
"So, Mo Mingzhi didn't betray? He just lied about the news?" Xing Xuanshi breathed a sigh of relief:
"Of course, lying about important intelligence is almost the same as betrayal."
This time, it wasn't Xing Xuan's fault.
Because no one could predict that the strange man would suddenly attack Mo Mingzhi, and no one could predict that Mo Mingzhi, who had been a member of the Wu Ji Club for twenty years, would suddenly go crazy.
The Martial Saint bent down slightly and picked up a corner of the secret letter that was exposed from the pocket of Mo Mingzhi's robe.
"It's not really a false report." His face darkened slightly.
"Although he wanted to die, Mo Mingzhi did find out something before he died."
"Emperor Yonghe has arrived at the Qingyun Temple on the mountain and is staying there temporarily. No wonder Envoy Xingxuan couldn't find any clues about Emperor Yonghe no matter how hard he looked..."
Emperor Yonghe was in Qingyun Temple, so the plan to assassinate the emperor on the road was no longer feasible.
There are only two choices left before the Martial Saint:
Either give up now, or... go directly into the Qingyun Temple and kill Emperor Yonghe!
Chapter 106: Immortal Gate Holy Land (4k
Qingming Town.
It was already night, but the town was still brightly lit.
The pilgrims from the town who had gone up the mountain to worship the gods were returning along the mountain path, and there was a constant stream of people.
Judging from the number of pilgrims alone, the Qingyun Temple may be slightly less than the Xuantian Temple in Heyang Prefecture, but the piety of the pilgrims is much greater. It is already night, and many pilgrims can still be seen on the mountain road.
Ding ding ding.
The town bell rang again. This time the lame old man arrived early. He stood at the front of the crowd and happily received the rice porridge.
The person distributing the rice porridge was still the same strong Taoist servant from last time, but with Taoist Chiyang's special instructions before, he naturally put on a good face now.
Since it is located at the foot of Qingming Mountain, there are many Taoist servants stationed in the town, so hooligans and ruffians dare not cause trouble in this town.
As a result, the security of this small town at the foot of the mountain is much better than that of many cities under the jurisdiction of the Dayan government.
Qiao Mu leaned on the balcony of the inn's guest room and looked into the distance, watching the Taoist priest handing out porridge, and then gazing at the towering Qingming Peak. He felt that the atmosphere in this town was exceptionally harmonious and peaceful, which was the only one he had seen since he traveled through time.
"Are you ready? Take off your clothes?" Wu Qizhen's voice came from behind.
"OK."
Qiao Mu took off his shirt in the guest room of the inn, revealing his strong and muscular body.
The martial arts he mainly studied were the Changsheng Fist and the Wudang's unique Pure Yang Wuji Gong. Although he also practiced many hard skills, his muscles were not too full or abrupt, and his muscle lines were smooth and clear.
If you don't look at the face and only look at the body, you can't tell that this is the body of a sixty-year-old man.
In the previous battle with the previous generation of Xingxuan Envoy, Qiao Mu had suffered some injuries, and he took off his clothes only to respond to Wu Qizhen's treatment.
"The external injuries on your body are not a big deal, but the internal injuries in your meridians caused by the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique are a bit troublesome." Wu Qizhen judged.
The Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique could be said to be the most famous secret method of self-mutilation, so he naturally recognized it.
Of course, he had never seen a user of the Demon Disintegration Technique as skilled and decisive as Qiao Mu.
"Ordinary medical skills cannot heal your internal injuries in a short period of time... Although I have another way, this method is a bit special and requires cutting open your heart first." Wu Qizheng asked:
"Should I take Ma Fei San internally first?"
"No need." Qiumu said firmly that he didn't need it.
Mainly, he was a little curious about Wu Qizhen's treatment method.
If Ma Fei San is taken internally, the person will pass out and naturally will not be able to feel anything.
As a rare man who entered the battle bare-handed, his pain tolerance had already reached an inhuman level, and he did not take ordinary pain seriously.
"Okay." Wu Qizhen was also very decisive. He immediately pulled out a sharp blade and slashed it fiercely on... his own arm.
arbor:
Isn't it more outrageous that the doctor started by cutting himself with a knife than him walking into a sword with his bare hands
But the next scene refreshed his understanding of the martial arts in this world.
A piece of flesh as big as a fist was cut off from Wu Qizhen's arm, but strangely, not much blood flowed out. Not only did the wound stop bleeding on its own, it was even slowly wriggling, recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Qi walked towards Qiao Mu, holding the fist-sized piece of flesh and blood in his left hand and a knife in his right hand.
Qiao Mu's expression changed slightly: "What does this mean?"
It's not like he had never experienced death before, but he had never experienced such a weird scene.
"The flesh and blood of monsters are great tonics for warriors. And my flesh and blood... is a bit special. It is also a great tonic for warriors and can be used to heal injuries." Wu Qizheng said calmly:
"Compared to eating the flesh and blood of monsters, my flesh and blood can help you save the process of digestion and absorption after entering your body, and directly repair your internal organs."
"The main reason for this is... I am stronger than you, so a fist-sized piece of flesh and blood can repair the damage to your meridians throughout your body."
"... Is this the modern method created by the Martial Saint?" Qiao Mu suddenly remembered what Mo Mingzhi said before he died.
In the forty years since the establishment of the Wu Ji Association, martial arts have advanced by several hundred years according to Mo Mingzhi's estimation.
Although this is a bit exaggerated, looking at Wu Qizhen's painting style, he has indeed made a great breakthrough in martial arts, but the style is a bit distorted.
But Qiumu was still a little hesitant.
Without considering any rejection reaction when this foreign flesh and blood entered his body, he was more suspicious that, based on the style of painting, this mass of flesh and blood could not still control his body
Seeing Qiao Mu pondering, Wu Qi guessed his concerns and said with a faint smile:
"Don't worry. If Wu Jihui wants to control you, they can just use force. Why do they need to use this method?"