There are only two choices left before the Martial Saint:
Either give up now, or go directly to Qingyun Temple and kill Emperor Yonghe.
The Martial Saint chose the former and gave up his plan to assassinate the emperor.
"If the emperor of Da Yan is determined to kneel, no one can stop him." The Martial Saint said calmly:
"Even if we stop him this time, he will kneel down the same next time, so if we can't kill him, then let him be."
The Martial Saint paused for a moment, and carved a line of epitaph at the bottom of the tombstone "Wu Qizheng":
"Use strange and trickery to practice upright ways."
This is a commentary on Wu Qizhen's short life from his perspective.
Wu Qi volunteered to die.
Because the Martial Saint is the most powerful martial artist in the world, he is the one who has the best hope of fighting against the Immortal.
So the Martial Saint cannot die yet.
Thinking of this, the Martial Saint raised his head and gazed at the Qingming Peak in the distance.
His pupils quickly changed and contracted, with bloodshot veins appearing like swimming fish. With his eyesight, he could see from afar the large hole on the Taoist temple caused by the thunder.
"The thunder method of Xuantian Sect..." Martial Saint said to himself:
"If I can use this opportunity to get a glimpse of the strength of the Xuantian Sect elders, then this sacrifice will be worthwhile."
"I need more time... I can only paralyze the Immortal Sect by faking my death, so that I can continue to lie dormant."
"The Martial Spiritual Rhinoceros Secret is a secret method that I rely on for survival, and this secret method is currently at a bottleneck period, and it will take time to continue to deduce... It is not yet time to fight a decisive battle with the Immortal Sect."
"Godfather, if you are just lying in wait, why do you need to fake your death?" Wu Qiankun beside him couldn't help but ask.
The mind of a martial saint has always been difficult to fathom.
Wu Qiankun is known as the "Little Martial Saint" within the Wu Ji Society and is considered one of the three thousand disciples closest to the Martial Saint, ranking third among the seventy-two sages.
But even he couldn't say how much he could guess about the Martial Saint's thoughts.
"This martial arts world doesn't need any martial saints." The martial saint said calmly:
"I have waited for forty years. Although the number of martial artists in this martial arts world is far greater than before, no martial artist who can rival me has emerged."
"Perhaps, the existence of me, the Martial Saint, has become an obstacle to this martial arts world."
The Martial Saint thought of the warriors who had died in front of him, such as the previous generation Star Envoy, Mo Mingzhi, who had volunteered to let him use the "Martial Holy Spirit Rhinoceros Art" to absorb their power a few days ago.
"People in this world only know how to blindly admire the strong. They need an idol on the altar. This idol can be an immortal, or it can be me, the Martial Saint."
"But I am not an immortal, so why do I need followers? Why do I need others to worship me?" The Martial Saint said calmly:
"It's better for cowards like Mo Mingzhi to die. What I need is a strong man who dares to challenge me."
Wu Qiankun was silent for a moment, frowned and said:
"But if this happens, many people will die."
“If even a martial saint could easily die under the thunder of an alien, then most martial artists would probably give up on themselves and fall into depravity.”
"Then let them die." The Martial Saint said firmly:
"What's the point of keeping a coward who places his hopes on me, the Martial Saint?"
The Martial Saint stood up and brushed the dust off his body.
"After knowing that I, the Martial Saint, have been dormant for forty years and can only kill a mere Immortal Sect deacon, the stranger will only become more arrogant."
"From today on, with the death of me, the Martial Saint, the world will become a furnace, the weak will die, and the strong will live."
"My foster father is really good at planning and thinking far ahead." Wu Qiankun was impressed:
"In this way, perhaps after the initial chaos in the martial arts world, new top martial artists will emerge?"
"What do you mean by strategizing? How would I know if a stronger warrior will be born?" The Martial Saint spread his hands.
Wu Qiankun was stunned for a moment.
Since he was not sure, why did the Martial Saint do it so decisively
“When you are in trouble, you have to change. Whether the change will work or not is not something I can predict.” The Martial Saint sneered.
He was just trying to bring about change in the martial arts world.
But he didn't know or guess whether the result of this change would be good or bad.
If the warriors are to be completely ruined, then let them be destroyed, quickly.
No matter how bad it is, it can't be worse than the forty years that the Martial Saint has suppressed the martial arts world, right
"Wu Qiankun, from now on, I will hide in the dark. Before I break through, I will no longer travel around the Nine Provinces under the name of 'Martial Saint'." Martial Saint said:
"You have done a good job recently. You have arranged for the Da Dao Sect's undercover agents to take action in time and allowed the Taoist Qingyi to arrive in Nanzhou in time."
"Then you will be in charge of the Wu Ji Club when I'm not around," he said calmly.
Wu Qingxin, the former saint of Xuantian Sect, was actually a hidden man sent by Saint Martial.
But this hidden chess piece rebelled and was sucked dry by the Martial Saint himself.
In the Da Dao Sect of Zhongzhou, the Wu Ji Society also has hidden players.
The arrival of Taoist Qingyi was not a coincidence, but the Wu Ji Society was secretly making connections to sabotage Xuantian Sect's plans.
Wu Qiankun nodded slightly heavily, but he did not feel much joy in his heart.
In this assassination attempt on Emperor Yonghe, all the assassins from the Wuji Society were wiped out, and no one survived.
Among them were many top three-grade spiritual warriors, all of whom became victims.
This is because if the Martial Saint wanted to assassinate the Emperor, it would be impossible for the Wu Ji Society under his command to not send out even the Divine Refining Warriors, otherwise it might arouse the suspicion of the Immortal Sect.
Wu Qiankun said: "All the assassins who went to Qingyun Temple were wiped out, only one person survived..."
"Qiao Zhong, or Qiao Sen...his performance that day was indeed moving."
"Not dead?" The Martial Saint was quite surprised.
He suddenly remembered that he and Qiumu had a simple cooperation agreement.
If Qiao Mu can survive this assassination attempt on the emperor, then his martial arts saint will teach him the most advanced martial arts.
But the situation now is a bit special.
Judging from Qiao Mu’s current situation, it cannot be said that he has survived, but it can only be said that he is not dead yet.
"He should have been thrown into the Sky Prison in the Zhongzhou Imperial Capital by now. It would be a bit troublesome to send the skills there to him," Wu Qiankun said.
The Martial Saint waved his hand and said, "It is beyond my expectation that he is still alive, but this is not a reason for me to break my promise."
"Just give him the skills, it's a small matter."
"Then, which book should I give him?" Wu Qiankun asked again.
The Wu Ji Association also has many of the so-called top martial arts techniques.
For example, the "Eternal Life Fist" of superior boxing that possesses the characteristics of being able to withstand old age, the "Pure Yang Wuji Gong" of Wudang, and even other top martial arts in the old days.
"Tell me, how did he perform that day?" asked the Martial Saint.
He has always been generous with martial arts skills, but which one he gives depends on the other person's performance.
"That day, he brazenly rushed into the hall, smashed the statues of the immortals, and bluntly stated that he wanted to be the leader of martial arts..." Wu Qiankun recounted the story.
Although all the assassins from the Wu Ji Society were wiped out that day, not all the eyewitnesses at the scene died, and he did have other channels of information.
"Oh, this man is over sixty years old, but he is still brave in his old age. It's no wonder that I didn't kill him that day." The Martial Saint narrowed his eyes and thought seriously about which martial arts book he should give.
"The techniques he mainly practices are the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu and the Changsheng Fist Sutra, but if you give him these two techniques, you are underestimating him."
No matter whether it is the "Pure Yang Wuji Gong" or the "Changsheng Quan Jing" these spiritual exercises, even if they are practiced to the end, they cannot defeat him.
Because he is a Martial Saint, he has already explored the way of refining the spirit to the extreme, and he is confident that no one can match him.
There is no way forward.
If later comers want to surpass him, they naturally have to take another path.
"There has always been a legend in Zhongzhou about people who use martial arts to enter Taoism, such as the founder of Wudang, Zhang Zhenren... But I have already reached the pinnacle of spiritual cultivation, and I still don't know what it means to use martial arts to enter Taoism."
"Perhaps, we should let a martial arts seed like Qiao Zhong try out the possibility of entering other martial arts..." He thought for a moment and made a decision.
Chapter 114 Wu Qizheng (3k
Entering Taoism through martial arts is a legend that originated in Zhongzhou.
But it's just a legend.
The martial arts foundation of the Martial Saint lies in the "Martial Spirit Holy Rhinoceros Secret". Relying on this secret method, he consciously reached the ultimate in the way of refining the spirit, a level unprecedented in history.
But even so, the Martial Saint still felt that he was not strong enough to fight against the Immortal Sect.
This was the fundamental reason why he gave up the assassination attempt on Emperor Yonghe, because once he went to Qingyun Temple, he might die there.
"Now that I, the Martial Saint, am dead, it means that the way of refining the spirit is not enough to fight against the Immortal Sect. If other warriors in this world want to surpass me, they should find a new way instead of following my old way."
The core of the Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue is to absorb the "spirit" of the warrior, so there is destined to be only one strongest person on this path, and the rest are just resources.
Among the ways of martial artists in the world, besides the most mainstream way of cultivating the spirit, there are also three other ways of strength and power.
These three martial arts combined are still no match for the top spiritual warriors, so those who practice strength martial arts stop at the fourth level.
"It's time to go back to Zhongzhou."
The Martial Saint took a step forward, and the facial features on his face were rapidly moving and changing, turning into the face of another stranger and disappearing from Wu Qiankun's sight.
Wu Qiankun sighed slightly, his gaze fixed on Wu Qizhen's tombstone.
"Is this the nth victim?" he muttered to himself.
... .
A few days later.
A drizzle began to fall in the mountains. The rain wet the grass and made the forests misty.
An isolated grave stood quietly in the rain, with rain flowing down the tombstone, wetting the words "Wu Qizhen's Tomb".
At this moment, a long umbrella stretched out from the side to shield the tombstone from wind and rain.
At some point, a pale, black-haired man was standing on this lonely grave. He bent down and quietly examined the words engraved on the tombstone.
"Using strange and trickery to practice uprightness? Epitaph?" A self-deprecating smile flashed across the black-haired man's face.
"Martial Saint, as long as my death can benefit you in the end, is it the right path?"
"But I've already said it before, even if I die, it won't be for you."
His name is Wu Qizhen.
In a name, the odd character comes before the regular character.
Wu Qi was leaning against the tombstone, breathing lightly in the mountain rain.
At this moment, he looked pale and obviously very weak. Even just walking on the mountain road made him exhausted.
Wu Qizhen is not an ordinary person. Even among the three thousand disciples and seventy-two sages, he is an anomaly.
Among the 3,000 disciples back then, some were adopted by the Martial Saint and raised.
Some of them become apprentices with their skills and study martial arts under the tutelage of martial arts saints.
There are a few special people.
For example, Wu Qizheng... .
He is actually the biological son of the Martial Saint. In addition to inheriting part of the Martial Saint's physical constitution, he is also born with a different physique.
Even if he doesn't practice martial arts, his body is stronger than that of an ordinary spiritual warrior.
And that was the cause of his death.
If the other three thousand disciples cannot become seeds of martial arts, then they will become the resources for becoming martial saints.
Then Wu Qizheng is... If he fails to become a seed, he will become a scapegoat.