Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

"Some mountains are above people's heads. They have no weight but can break people's backs."

Wang Songhe turned around, looked at Qiao Mu, and said word by word:

"I, Wang Songhe, am willing to be the bandit who breaks through these mountains!"

Chapter 24 Harsh government is more ferocious than a tiger

Qiao Mu listened quietly to Wang Songhe's ambitions, and was slightly moved. His eyes also swept over the bandits around him.

He probably knew why these bandits were quite disciplined in the previous bandit suppression wars, and how could a middle-aged scholar like Wang Songhe gather so many bandits in these mountains.

Wang Songhe's vision and conversation were quite extraordinary. Before he became a bandit, he should have had a good background.

"Brother Qiao, let me ask you again, are you willing to do great things with me?" Wang Songhe asked sincerely.

"But I refuse." Qiao Mu was still calm: "As the saying goes, actions speak louder than words. Whether you are a bandit or an insurgent depends on your actions, not slogans." Just like Qiao Mu was determined to die, he definitely didn't just shout slogans, and he was still alive in the end. Wang Songhe was not angry. As the leader of the bandits, he looked very cultured and gentle from beginning to end: "I was rude." "Brother Qiao, if you want to know whether we are bandits in name only, why not come to my mountain stronghold and see for yourself?" "That's possible." Qiao Mu's eyes lit up immediately, and his heartbeat accelerated a little. Although Wang Songhe was recruiting him, Qiao Mu knew that he was still surrounded by bandits at the moment! If he went to the mountain stronghold and knew the hiding place of the bandits, Wang Songhe would definitely not let him go! It was like the robber took off his mask in front of him. As long as Qiao Mu knew the true face of the robber, he would only have two choices: death or joining. I'm going to this mountain stronghold!

"I'm going to die..." Qiao Mu's heart was surging, and he happily accepted Wang Songhe's invitation.

He walked forward on the mountain road with Wang Songhe in front and behind in the crowd of bandits.

The mountain road was winding and tortuous. After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the front was bright and clear.

The mountain stronghold of the bandits was built around a dilapidated Taoist temple. Although the houses were simple, they were neatly arranged.

What surprised Qiao Mu even more was that he actually saw fruit terraces in this mountain stronghold of bandits, and there were also old and young women and children working in front of the house, enjoying themselves.

Rather than saying it was a mountain stronghold, it was better to say it was a small mountain village in the mountains.

If it was a robber's den that lived on burning, killing and looting, there would be no old and young women and children at all. Even if there were, they would be very few. It seems that Wang Songhe is really not bragging... Qiao Mu thought.

"The boss is back?"

Several strong hunters wearing animal skins were carrying a giant tiger's body on their shoulders as they walked along the mountain road. Almost everyone was injured and covered in blood, but they still nodded to Wang Songhe.

The giant tiger was nearly three meters long, and its fur was a strange dark blue. Rather than a giant tiger, it was more like a demon tiger, not like an ordinary person at all.

The warriors in this world have strong blood and qi, and can practice internal strength, far beyond ordinary people. For example, Qiao Mu, who was at the peak of the ninth grade, could produce more than a thousand pounds of internal strength.

And in the mountains, there were also powerful beasts and demons that could be compared to the warriors among ordinary people.

Wang Songhe saw Qiao Mu staring at the giant tiger and said:

"A harsh government is more ferocious than a tiger, and taxes are more poisonous than snakes."

"Although there are disasters caused by strange beasts and monsters in these mountains, it is worse than starving to death in Yancheng."

At this point, Wang Songhe's eyes turned cold and he said coldly:

"No matter how poisonous the strange tigers and snakes are, they are not as poisonous as the hearts of strange people."

Qiao Mu seemed to be thinking about something, and suddenly asked:

"Mr. Wang, I have heard of strange people many times, but I have never seen them. Do you know who these so-called strange people are? Are they some kind of alien race?"

Qiao Mu had heard about strange people from Qiao Canxue before.

It is said that the Martial Saint was defeated by the strange people. Even with the style of the Martial Saint, the second best warrior in the world, he was defeated miserably. I think these strange people are a very strong race.

But when Qiao Mu asked again, Qiao Canxue was very secretive.

When Qiao Mu asked this, Wang Songhe was surprised and looked at him carefully:

"You are a member of the Qiao family, and I saw that you also showed the Changsheng Fist after assassinating Captain Chu. How could you know nothing about the aliens?"

The Qiao family is related to the aliens? My Changsheng Fist has been seen through again?

Qiao Mu's heart moved slightly, and he looked at Wang Songhe suspiciously, and asked tentatively:

"Are you from the Wu Ji Society?"

Anyway, he is not afraid of death, and he asks questions when he has them in his mind, and he is not afraid of saying the wrong thing.

When this question came out, Wang Songhe's face became even more strange, and he laughed:

"The origin of the Qiao family's Changsheng Fist is extraordinary, and it is not only the people of the Wu Ji Society who can see through your boxing."

"You are a member of the Qiao family, but you don't know the details of the aliens. It seems that although the Heyang Qiao family has a legacy, it has also fallen into decline and the inheritance is incomplete."

"The Martial Saint is really amazing."

Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes slightly.

At this point, he understood that Wang Songhe had long regarded him as a member of the Qiao family.

I just don't know if Wang Songhe went to so much trouble to recruit him so kindly because of the Qiao family.

Having said that, he naturally knew that Wang Songhe had an extraordinary background and his knowledge and conversation were incomparable to ordinary people, so he wanted to continue to ask questions.

"The origin of the Changsheng Fist is extraordinary?" Qiao Mu continued to test:

"I only know that this longevity boxing is an internal boxing technique inherited from Taoist masters. There is even a saying that it was taught by Taoist immortals..."

In fact, Qiao Mu did not take this statement seriously.

There are many people who recognize a high-ranking ancestor for their boxing skills.

For example, in Qiao Mu's previous life, there were certain boxing techniques that worshiped Yue Wumu as the ancestor, or worshiped Bodhidharma as the ancestor. Basically, they were just a big banner, and they couldn't be taken seriously.

Wang Songhe looked at him steadily.

After a long time, he spoke:

"Wu Shengren is an unparalleled martial arts wizard. He calls himself Wu Shengren. He is known as the second in the world, but no one dares to claim the first."

"Decades ago, he was already a first-class martial artist, a first-class official in the imperial court, and the vague leader of Great Yan's military attachés."

"However, even though he was as strong as the Martial Saint, he suffered a disastrous defeat in the alien war. He fought bloody battles to the last man, and in the end, a hundred thousand elite troops were wiped out by the aliens, and only he survived."

"After returning from that alien battlefield, he abandoned his official position and nobility to pursue the ultimate in martial arts. This is how the Martial Arts Society was born."

"Such a person later went to seize the Qiao family's Changsheng Fist, naturally because the Changsheng Fist is extraordinary."

"As for the aliens..."

Wang Songhe looked at Qiao Mu silently:

"The so-called aliens are actually not aliens. They have the same origin as us."

Chapter 25 The so-called stranger

"The aliens have the same origin as my human race? Then what is the difference between him and the aliens?"

Qiao Mu was completely confused by Wang Songhe's statement.

Before meeting Wang Songhe, he thought that the alien race that could defeat the Martial Saint might be some kind of fighting race with three heads and six arms, and the ability to run horses with their fists.

After all, the Martial Saint is too strong.

Whether it is from Qiao Canxue's mouth or from Song Hekou, the bandit king with a mysterious origin, Wu Shengren is a frighteningly powerful martial arts giant.

Now it sounds like the stranger who can defeat the Martial Saint is not what Qiao Mu imagined.

"Brother Qiao, this is not the place to talk. Come with me."

Wang Songhe led him forward while coughing up blood. His physical condition seemed a little bad.

Qiao Mu originally thought that Wang Songhe would take him to some secret room to talk, but who knew that after walking around, he ended up in the Taoist temple in the center of the village.

This Taoist temple has long been dilapidated. The walls are covered with mottled marks. The courtyard is filled with pots and pans. It is obvious that these bandits have occupied the magpie's nest.

The various palaces and pavilions of Taoist temples have also become shelters for bandits.

Except for the main hall where the statues of gods are enshrined.

The main hall is much neater than other parts of the Taoist temple. Although the altar tables and other objects are old and dilapidated, they don't have much dust accumulation, and it is obvious that they are often cleaned.

The statue behind the offering table is of a majestic immortal in flowing white clothes and holding a wooden staff. The tablet reads "Aoki Immortal".

When Qiao Mu walked in, a middle-aged couple happened to come in. They knelt down respectfully in front of the altar and lit three sticks of incense on the altar.

When Wang Songhe walked in, the middle-aged couple smiled and said hello, then turned and left.

"This place doesn't look like a bandit's den. It's just an ordinary mountain village, right?" Qiao Mu felt that there was something wrong with the style of painting.

Although this king Song He considers himself a bandit, what he does may be closer to the uprising army at the end of the ancient dynasty.

But he was a little strange. Wang Songhe just talked, so why did he come to this Taoist temple to talk.

Wang Songhe closed the front door of the main hall, leaving only him and Qiao Mu in the hall. The hall was quiet, with only the smoke of three cigarettes lingering.

Only then did he continue: "This so-called stranger is actually not a big secret, but it's just that those who know it keep it secret."

"The aliens are not only of the same origin as my human race, but they also look the same as us. Their languages ​​are also interoperable, so there is no hindrance to communication with each other."

"Then what's so different about this strange person you're talking about?" Qiao Mu frowned.

Wang Songhe pressed his heart and said coldly:

"The difference lies in the heart."

"The aliens have great power that surpasses the warriors, and they also distinguish themselves from ordinary people from the bottom of their hearts."

"Of course, aliens don't call themselves aliens."

"The so-called alien name is just a rhetoric used by the imperial court to deceive people."

Qiao Mu understood immediately and had to cover his mouth beforehand.

Wang Songhe continued: "The aliens are very extraordinary. They have great power and long lifespan. Once their existence is confirmed by the world, they are often worshiped. They are simply beacons in the eyes of the common people."

"And this is just an appearance." Wang Songhe said solemnly:

"The mountain above the heads of the world is the Great Yan Imperial Court, and there is also the mountain of Yiren above the Great Yan Imperial Court."

"The imperial court's harsh taxation over the past decades was caused by the alien war that Wu Shengren lost."

"The aliens are aloof and do not regard us humans as the same kind. We are just resources and property in the eyes of the aliens."

"They support a large number of human beings as workers, mining, farming, and planting. These workers themselves are also believers, and they have to worship them after working."

"From birth to death, from soul to body, mortals are providing resources and value to aliens, and they don't even know it!"

"The aliens may seem glamorous and powerful, but every pore of them has the blood of mortals flowing!"

Why bring a capitalist... Qiao Mu frowned as he listened.

In his previous life, he was a migrant worker who received good fortune. Hearing Wang Songhe say so much said that he had a strong sense of substitution and was already getting angry.

It's just these words... He vaguely thought of something, but he couldn't figure it out after thinking about it carefully.

"Then what are these strangers you are talking about?" Qiao Mu asked again.

Wang Songhe kept silent and just stood with his back to him.

Qiao Mu asked again, but Wang Songhe remained indifferent.

The atmosphere has reached this point, it's starting to get off the ground, right... Qiao Mu was about to complain, but suddenly his mind perked up.

Wang Songhe didn't give in. He gave the answer from the beginning, but Qiao Mu turned a blind eye.

During the conversation just now, Wang Songhe never faced him, but stared at a place in the main hall.

Qiao Mu followed Wang Songhe's gaze and saw only a statue behind the altar table. It was the Aoki Immortal holding a wooden staff, looking down at them expressionlessly behind the altar table.