"Besides, the Wu Ji Association's arsenal has collected all the martial arts and strange skills in the world, such as life and death talismans, death poisons, and strange poisons that will make you live a life worse than death if you don't take the antidote for a month... We have these things too, so why bother with them?"
Qiao Mu thought about it and agreed.
The most important thing is that he is not afraid of death, so why should he panic? Just rush in and it will be fine.
So he did not resist, and let Wu Qi cut his heart with a sharp blade, and then forcibly stuffed the fist-sized piece of flesh and blood into his chest wound.
This fist-sized piece of flesh and blood seemed to have life. It squirmed on its own, gradually changing from a fist-sized bulge to a flat surface, and finally seemed to become a part of Qiao Mu's body.
"Three or four days is enough to repair the damage to your meridians. It will not affect your participation in the plan to assassinate the emperor." Wu Qizheng let out a long sigh, his face slightly pale.
Apparently, this kind of "treatment" is not an easy thing for him.
Wu Qizheng stood up and walked towards the door, saying:
"Qiao Zhong, including you, the Qiao family members are all heroes who value loyalty over life and death."
"But in the assassination operation in a few days, I hope you can take care of your own life."
It seems that because he witnessed Mo Mingzhi's death in Hucheng during the day, Wu Qizhen was a little talkative tonight:
"After all, only by surviving can one be considered to have passed the test of the Martial Saint and obtain the most advanced skills in the hands of the Martial Saint."
"I understand." Qiao Mu nodded.
People like Mo Mingzhi, who was a madman and used his own apprentice as a scapegoat before committing suicide, were a different matter. But who wouldn't admire a person who was willing to sacrifice his life for justice? Qiao Mu was no exception.
However, Qiao Mu never considered himself a moral saint. He had his own yardstick in his heart and knew himself well.
He was born with the ability to live forever. He could transcend the long years of accumulation in one fell swoop by dying repeatedly, and live decades in the same way.
In pursuit of a high-quality death, doing good or doing evil is all up to him, but he chose the path he prefers, that's all.
"In fact, there have always been heroes who are willing to sacrifice their lives for justice since ancient times, but in today's Great Yan Dynasty, such people are basically extinct..." Qiao Mu thought to himself.
Wu Qi had already opened the door and was about to leave, but suddenly he remembered something and said;
"A person like the Martial Saint has always been stubborn and self-righteous, believing only in himself... Since he established the Wu Ji Association, his martial arts cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds."
"What kind of cards and methods does he actually have? How strong is he? Even I, a disciple of the Martial Saint, the so-called 'Seventy-two Sages', can only guess..."
"So, a crazy person like Mo Mingzhi must have entrusted his trust to the wrong person. The Martial Saint is not a life-saving straw."
"What do you want to say?" Qiao Mu asked.
"Most people who trusted the Martial Saint are dead." Wu Qizheng left this sentence, opened the door and left, leaving Qiao Mu alone in the guest room.
"This Wu Qizhen seems to be quite friendly to me... I don't know if he has evil intentions."
Qiao Mu pressed his chest.
He and the Wu Ji Society were never on the same side, and now they were just acting together, so they could not be considered allies.
He was still somewhat wary of Wu Qizhen.
Qiao Mu moved a set of tables and chairs to the balcony and sat down. He made himself a pot of tea while looking at the Taoist priest distributing porridge downstairs.
Under the moonlight, the shadows of the trees were stretched out very long.
suddenly.
The long shadow twisted strangely, and a calico cat jumped out from the shadow.
"This cat..." Qiao Mu was stunned for a moment.
Only then did he remember that the demon cat Wuchang seemed to have sneaked into his shadow when he went hunting the Saint, and now it had been nearly ten days before it came out
What's even more weird is that the small body of this cat has grown a lot at this moment, and it's round and plump all over, with its belly almost touching the ground. It has become a fat home cat.
Meow... The cat took two steps dizzily, staggering from side to side just like before.
In fact, it’s not its fault. When it was hunting the Holy Maiden and challenging the Martial Saint, the sudden strong aura of death made it faint while hiding in the shadows, and it just woke up not long after.
"In a few days, I may have to sneak into Qingyun Temple and kill Emperor Yonghe... For such an important matter, even if I don't need this monster, I know it's a life-or-death situation... It's not an exaggeration to say that there is no chance of survival even if there is a death in ten."
He thought for a moment, then grabbed the fat cat by the scruff of its neck with one hand, wondering whether he should release it.
The fat cat seemed to have sensed something. After being picked up by Qiaomu, its short legs swung wildly in the air, and then it held Qiaomu's calves tightly and refused to let go.
While Qiao Mu was stunned, the fat cat suddenly became blurred, and it broke free from Qiao Mu's hands. Its body quickly turned into a shadow and then went into Qiao Mu's shadow again.
"..." Qiao Mu tentatively stepped on his own shadow a few times, but seeing no movement, he had to give up.
Three or four days passed quickly.
During these few days, Qiao Mu's internal injuries in his meridians were getting better every day.
The strange mass of flesh and blood in the chest is like a second heart. From time to time, a faint warm current will form, flowing through the limbs and bones along the blood, repairing the damaged meridians.
By the last day, Qiumu's internal injuries had basically healed.
But the strange mass of flesh and blood on the chest only became slightly smaller, which surprised Qiumu.
He could sense that the mass of flesh and blood was still there.
During the past few days, he repeatedly questioned Wu Qizhen several times, but Wu Qizhen intentionally or unintentionally evaded the question. He could only give up, but he became more wary.
...
The first day of the new year.
This day is a rare auspicious day, and it is suitable to burn incense and worship gods.
The sky had just begun to turn pale when the town of Qingming woke up from its slumber, with pedestrians and pilgrims already appearing on the streets.
Many incense and candle shops on the street opened early today and were crowded with customers, making it quite lively.
The lame old man also got up early and followed the crowd to get incense and candles to prepare to go up the mountain to worship the gods.
Although they burn incense and worship gods almost every day, today is a little different. There are more pilgrims climbing the mountain to worship gods than in the past, and the crowd looks like rain at a glance.
The main peak, Qingming Peak, towers into the clouds, with beautiful scenery, like a fairyland.
Although Qingyun Temple is not at the highest point of the mountain, one needs to climb three thousand steps to reach the Taoist temple.
It is not easy for ordinary people, especially for elderly people with limited mobility like the lame old man.
Of course he is also very content.
Going up and down the mountain every day can be regarded as a way to stretch your muscles. It is better than doing farm work and worrying about the harvest and taxes next year, right
"Hmm? That person seems a little familiar..." The lame old man glanced at Qiao Mu next to him, thought about it, but did not remember the passerby with whom he had briefly chatted, nor did he think about it in detail.
Qiao Mu was among the crowd like him. He mixed into the group of pilgrims and climbed the stone steps one by one.
His identity is special. He is not a member of the Wu Ji Society, but he was spotted by the Martial Saint and joined in this matter.
As one of the assassins, he didn't know the overall plan of the Wuji Society, and he didn't even know who the participants in this operation were...
But it doesn't matter.
He only needed to find Emperor Yonghe among the crowd of pilgrims, and when the time came, he would assassinate him.
..
"Emperor Da Yan, it's time to leave."
Taoist priests Chiyang and Qingyang stood side by side, urging Emperor Yonghe, who was already in Qingyun Temple, to stand up.
Emperor Yonghe let out a long sigh, looked at the clouds lingering in the mountains, his eyes dim, and took a step forward.
Guard Chu Xing followed closely behind.
Emperor Yonghe made a secret trip this time because a cultivator used magic to conceal his true identity, and with the protection of two Taoists, Chiyang and Qingyang, he was able to reach the Qingyun Temple.
In the eyes of other pilgrims around him, he now does not look his original appearance and naturally cannot be recognized.
At this moment, he was just an ordinary pilgrim, blending into the crowd without any abruptness. However, no matter where he went, the eyes of Taoists such as Chiyang and Qingyang were following him closely.
"Do you think that Martial Saint will come?" Taoist Chiyang chatted casually with his junior brother Qingyang beside him.
"It's even better that you're here. It's a good opportunity to catch all the rats in the Wu Ji Association in one fell swoop, and put an end to future troubles." Taoist Qingyang smiled and said:
"The Martial Saint has already fallen into the devil's way. If we kill him, it will be considered as acting on behalf of heaven."
Naturally, they had also heard about the deeds of the Martial Saint that had been making the rounds in Tingchao Tower on earth recently.
Chapter 107: The Martial Saint of the World (3k
The sun was high in the sky, and the sky was blue and clear, like a huge blue emerald.
The sky is cloudless and the sun is shining.
The long line of pilgrims has reached the end of the three thousand steps. Under the guidance of the Taoist priest, they enter the main hall to pay homage to the immortals of Xuantian Sect.
Qiao Mu was among the crowd of pilgrims, still looking for the figure of Emperor Dayan.
He didn't know what the Great Yan Emperor looked like, but he had heard the Star Xuan Envoy of the Wu Ji Association speculate that the immortal cultivator might have used a trick to deceive the eyes.
Therefore, if you want to find the existence of Emperor Da Yan, you cannot rely on your naked eyes.
In other words, you can only rely on your intuition.
Qiao Mu has not yet embarked on the third-grade path of spiritual cultivation. He has only developed an intuition that sometimes works and sometimes doesn't, through practicing the "Martial Spirit Holy Rhinoceros Art".
The top three martial artists who have truly embarked on the path of spiritual cultivation have already trained their intuition to the point where they can "anticipate the enemy's moves."
According to the speculation of the two generations of Xingxuan Envoys of the Wu Ji Association in Nanzhou, if the Emperor of Dayan traveled, he would definitely be accompanied by a third-grade spiritual warrior as a personal guard.
Even though the Great Yan Dynasty is now in decline, it is still the same.
The existence of martial artists with refined spirits allows them to keenly sense the assassin's murderous intent and take precautions in advance, so it has always been difficult to assassinate the emperor.
A martial artist who practices internal strength can only reach the fourth level at most. To go further, he can only rely on accumulating internal strength bit by bit over a long period of time. There is no qualitative breakthrough.
The reason why a martial artist who cultivates the spirit can reach the top three levels is naturally because this so-called martial art of cultivating the spirit is much more powerful than continuing to stack internal strength foolishly.
When martial arts have reached the peak of the fourth level, except for a very small number of gifted people, the accumulation of qi, blood and internal strength has basically reached the soft limit of the human body.
The internal strength, qi and blood, etc. of a martial artist who cultivates spirits are not necessarily deeper than those accumulated by a fourth-grade martial artist over the years, but in actual combat, they are two different things.
In essence, the way of refining the spirit is already the fourth track for martial artists besides strength, power, and skills. Although it may not have a great advantage in terms of quantitative accumulation, it has achieved a qualitative breakthrough.
"Then there is only one way." Qiao Mu thought:
"First, he had the intention to kill, and deliberately aroused the instinctive intuition of the spirit-refining guards around the emperor."
"Finding the existence of the Soul Refining Guards is roughly equivalent to finding the location of the Great Yan Emperor."
Qiao Mu looked at the numerous pilgrims in front of him, closed his eyes slightly, and put his hand on the scabbard at his waist.
His internal energy burst out slightly, and his aura was hidden but not revealed. In his mind, he imagined himself slaughtering all these believers and killing the Great Yan Emperor in the crowd.
Not far away.
Guard Chu seemed to have sensed something and glanced at Qiao Mu calmly out of the corner of his eye.
Because Qiao Mu's face was not that of "Qiao Pifu" at the moment, he did not recognize the person in front of him. He just raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if smiling.
"He has no real killing intent. Is he deliberately making such a gesture to deliberately trigger my intuition? Perhaps he is an assassin, but he is a little naive."
If you want to deceive the intuition of a martial artist who practices spiritual cultivation, relying on imagination in your mind is certainly not enough.
Unless Qiao Mu really intended to kill all the believers around him the next moment, he would not be able to deceive Chu Xingchu's guards.
This time, Guard Chu was able to sense Qiao Mu's presence, which had nothing to do with intuition.
The main reason was that the two sides were not far away from each other, and he had enough experience and knowledge to notice Qiao Mu's subtle movements.
Chu Xing had no intention of defeating the enemy.
Qingyun Temple is the home ground of the Xuantian Sect, and it would be inappropriate for him to handle this matter here.
As for the Immortal Gate... .
"It seems that one of the mortals is behaving strangely?" Taoist Chiyang said calmly.
"He carries a sword. Is he a warrior among mortals?"
"It would be even better if he is a member of the Wu Ji Society. Then we can make a contribution later." Taoist Qingyang smiled.
Although the Wu Ji Society and the Martial Saint have not made much of a difference in recent years and are not taken seriously by the immortal sects, they are still a hidden danger after all.
"Then, let's wait and see, don't alert the enemy." Qingyang said calmly: