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

"No need." Qiao Mu waved his hand.

"Then... go to Zuixianju in the west of the city?" Qian Captou smiled and squeezed his thigh unconsciously.

Wangyue Tower was of high quality, and one drink could cost him a month's salary.

And Zuixianju has even more, at least two or three months' salary.

"Stop talking, I still have business to do." Qiao Mu didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Then..." Mr. Qian frowned and thought hard: "Go to Yunyuge Goulan to listen to music?"

Qiao Mu turned to look at him.

He knew that if he didn't nod, Chief Qian might just think that he still held a grudge in his heart, and he would probably become even more uneasy.

After all, he certainly couldn't afford to offend someone who insulted the emperor and still managed to arrest him unharmed.

"Then check the box... No, just stay in Zuixianju. I, Qiao Pif, have nothing else to do but love martial arts secret books. If you have any martial arts secret books at home, you can lend them to me to read."

Chapter 71 Saint White Tiger (4k

Zuixianju is a high-end restaurant in the west of Heyang Fucheng. Although there are not too many guests every day, all of them are officials and wealthy businessmen. They are either rich or noble, and they are quite famous in Heyang Fucheng.

On this day, the waiter was resting in the lobby when he suddenly saw two soap-coated head catchers coming to the door.

"Isn't this a money hunt? What happened to the neighbors around here?"

The waiter stepped forward to greet him, his doubts evident in his expression.

A restaurant of this caliber like Zui Xian Ju is naturally no ordinary wealthy businessman. It is said that the owner behind the scenes has the background of the palace lord of this city.

Therefore, it is a rare thing for someone to catch someone's head.

The waiter subconsciously thought that there was some murder in the surrounding neighborhood, and the policeman came to inquire about the situation.

"What kind of eyesight...I came here to drink with Capt. Qiao." Capt. Qian said angrily.

"...The two catchers, please come this way." The waiter at the hotel was a little surprised, then immediately put on a smile and led Qiao Mu and the two of them to a corner of the lobby to sit down.

A waiter in a hotel of this caliber would naturally not do anything disrespectful.

However, even though his expression changed quickly, Qian Qian still captured the fleeting expression of surprise.

Zuixianju... is indeed a place I can't afford to eat on weekdays, so I don't blame others for being surprised.

Qian Qian sighed slightly in his heart, but immediately smiled and ordered a few drinks and dishes.

"You're welcome, Mr. Qiao. This plate is Zuixianju's signature dish, three-color venison soup."

"This three-color deer meat soup is quite precious. The three-color deer is a monster that lives in the Qingming Mountains outside the city. It is full of energy and blood, and is a great tonic for warriors like us."

Qian Captou smiled boldly and took the initiative to serve Qiao Mu a bowl of soup. While laughing, he subconsciously muttered:

"This is only a month..."

"What month?" Qiao Mu asked casually when he was about to drink soup.

"....It's nothing, I'm just talking to myself. Don't blame Qiao for arresting his head." Qian Qian scratched his head.

"You might as well speak more clearly." Qiao Mu stopped the chopsticks in his hand and looked at Qian Qian.

Although he is not afraid of death, he still has a basic sense of caution when dealing with others.

Although I don’t think the money to catch the head would be enough to poison him, but it’s certainly not a bad thing to be more careful.

"Actually, it doesn't mean anything else." Qian Qian said with a smile:

"This three-color venison soup is one of Zuixianju's signature dishes, but it's not cheap. Just one bowl of broth will cost me a month's salary. It makes Mr. Qiao laugh."

After saying that, Qian Qian stretched out his spoon and took a mouthful of broth, as if he was intoxicated.

It turned out that he was worried about money... Qiao Mu didn't think much about it. He took a sip of the soup and felt that it tasted delicious and was indeed not bad.

Qian Qian continued: "Qiao Baotou, this is Zuixianju's Zuixianju brew. It is said that immortals will get drunk after drinking it. It is more precious than the three-color venison soup..."

"More precious? You mean the price is more expensive, right?" Qiao Mu teased.

He heard the money catcher whisper again, saying that his salary for the past month and a half was gone again.

Every time a dish was served, Mr. Qian couldn't help but whisper how much his salary was worth, which made Qiao Mu a little upset.

Let's have some food, there are always people nearby who are talking eagerly.

Qiao Mu then spoke: "Qian Captou, after all, money is a foreign object. You are here, so it doesn't make sense to keep doing this, right?"

Qian Qian was startled for a moment, and could only smile bitterly: "It's funny... I, Qian Qian, live in a small family, am over thirty years old, and have declining vitality. I am indeed not as good as Qiao Captou, whose background is astonishing, and his spending is so generous. I can care about everything.”

He also realized that something was wrong, so he just kept silent and offered two secret books from his arms.

There are two secret books, one is a foreigner's hard skill "Golden Bell", and the other is a light skill "Hidden Shadow Step".

Qian Qian introduced: "This "Golden Bell" is an outsider's hard skill for me to settle down and make a living. In the past, I relied on this hard skill to strengthen my body, develop my inner strength, and made great achievements many times. At the age of twenty-eight, I He reached the eighth level of Nei Jin in 2006 and almost took the position of chief executive of Heyang Mansion. "

"Over the years of being a police officer, this "Golden Bell" can be said to have saved my life many times. It's really not bad."

Qiao Mu nodded.

The martial arts he is currently practicing include top techniques such as "Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu". As for hard skills such as "Golden Bell", although they are not superior, the more they are, the better.

"And this "Hidden Shadow Step"..." Qian Qian was a little embarrassed when he said this:

"Actually, there were snitches in our ancestors. This is a light skill passed down from our ancestors. It talks about how to step lightly, hide in the shadows, and fly over walls and walls silently... This light skill is actually better than "The Golden Bell". It's more advanced, but it's quite difficult to master. I can only say that I'm superficially familiar with it."

Qiao Mu was a little surprised.

He has never practiced Qing Kung in a serious way yet. He relies entirely on the strong physical fitness of the warrior and the explosion of internal energy.

If there are light skills, body skills, etc., it can naturally make up for some shortcomings.

Anyway, he is immortal and has plenty of time. Others bite off more than they can chew. As long as he puts in the time and dies a few more times, he won't have to worry about not being able to master it.

"These two secrets are of great benefit to me. If Qian catches the head, our previous affairs will be wiped out." Qiao Mu said solemnly.

These words were actually meant for Qian Qian to hear. After all, Qian Qian's arrest didn't offend him very much, and the matter was minor.

If it weren't for his relief, Qiao Mu wouldn't have come to this meal.

Hearing this, Qian Captou was indeed relieved.

After eating and drinking, Qiao Mu took two secret books and said goodbye first on the grounds of studying the secret books.

Qian Captou looked at the table of leftovers and felt a little pained:

"Three months' salary..."

He took out the prepared food box from his body, put the leftovers in it, and took away all the soup and water.

Qian Qian's family lived in the north of the city, right next to the former Qiao family compound.

Of course, the Qiao Family Courtyard has now become Xuantian Temple, with an endless stream of pilgrims coming and going.

Qian Qian avoided the pilgrims and returned to his house. When he opened the door, he saw a little girl with a milky voice pounced on him and hung on his lap.

"Nanny, don't mess around. Dad has brought you something delicious this time."

.....

Xuantian Temple is the residence of Xuantian Sect, but the residence of Xuantian Sect is not just Xuantian Temple.

Centered on the former Qiao Family Courtyard, the surrounding neighborhoods, and the entire small half of the northern district of the city were designated as the Xuantian Sect's sect headquarters, and even the hill behind the Qiao Family Courtyard was designated.

Xuantian Temple is at the foot of the mountain. It is a Taoist temple where pilgrims burn incense and worship gods.

The hill behind is the residence of Xuantian Sect disciples.

Hoo-----

The violent roar shook the air, causing several Xuantian Sect disciples wearing Taoist robes to take several steps back, unable to help but show fear.

In front of them was a giant white tiger three meters long and two meters tall. This giant tiger had two wings on its back, its fur was snow-white, and its eyes were emerald green. It was grinning at the disciples of the sect every time. The roar could stir up strong winds, almost blowing them away.

"Senior Sister Mingyue, this green-eyed flying tiger of the Saint is really too fierce. You should not go out yet, right?" A young disciple asked.

"Yes, it is our duty to raise spiritual beasts. Senior Sister Mingyue, you have been out frequently recently. When the Holy Lady of Pure Heart comes out of seclusion, if you punish her..."

"After all, the pure-hearted saint of our sect is named Wu."

When the saint was mentioned, these disciples showed awe.

Wu Qingxin, a saint from Xuantian Sect.

The surname Wu is not special.

What's special is that this surname produced the second best martial artist in the world, Wu Shengren.

Wu Qingxin was a disciple of Saint Wu in her early years. Later, she defected and defected to the Xuantian Sect. She was then made a saint by the Xuantian Sect and practiced the immortal way.

"Noisy. No need for you to talk."

The female cultivator Mingyue scolded angrily, then walked forward slowly and gently comforted the inexplicably anxious green-eyed flying tiger.

In front of the female cultivator Mingyue, this green-eyed flying tiger quickly calmed down, stopped being irritable and became docile.

What do these idiots know... Mingyue comforted the green-eyed flying tiger with a ruthless look in her eyes.

This green-eyed flying tiger is the saint's spiritual pet. It is already two meters high and three meters long. In fact, it is still underage, but it is already full of vitality and blood, comparable to fifth- and sixth-grade warriors.

Immortal cultivators in the Qi refining stage can't be called otherworldly. If this green-eyed flying tiger really goes wild, the physically weak sect disciples next to it may not be able to control it.

The female cultivator Mingyue has always been highly regarded by the saint because of her merits in raising spiritual beasts.

This is mainly because she is very adventurous.

"If this ferocious tiger is not mad, how can it appear that I, Mingyue, have the skills to control beasts? How can I perform meritorious service in front of the saint?"

"Since the saint entered my immortal sect, she rarely goes out and has been practicing in seclusion. There is no big problem."

During these days, Mingyue went out many times due to the case of the impermanent monster, so she neglected the green-eyed flying tiger. Without her company, the spiritual beast became more and more ferocious.

"As long as we catch that impermanent monster, these are all trivial matters..."

After soothing the giant tiger, Mingyue quickly took out the paper crane from her arms and breathed slightly towards the paper crane. The paper crane suddenly grew in size, allowing her to step on it and ride the wind away.

...

Half a day later, Heyang Mansion Yamen.

The detectives gathered together again, and Qiao Mu, who had just been released from prison, was among them.

These detectives had obviously dealt with the guards in the prison, and had obviously heard from them about what Qiao Mu had done in prison before.

He committed a capital crime by insulting the emperor, failed to escape from prison, and was still allowed to be released from prison by officials...

It can only be said that this is beyond the understanding of these detectives. They really can't figure out what kind of background and background this person has that can force him to be like this.

The only thing that's certain is that they can't afford to offend the newly appointed Qiao Putou!

Therefore, Qiao Mu, who was released from prison, quickly received warm greetings from the police officers, and it can be said that he was treated like a star.

Outside the crowd, Mr. Chen, the only one who looked aloof, looked at Qiao Mu with more hostility.

She looked around for a week and suddenly asked:

"Why didn't Mr. Qian come?"

Soon a familiar police officer replied:

"Qian Captou has a bad stomach and is sick today."

Everyone was startled, and then whispered:

"He is also an internal strength warrior, right? How can he still have a bad stomach?"

"Qian Captou is thirty-five years old this year? In the early years, I remember that I also practiced kung fu with the outsiders. Now that the prime of life has passed, the energy and blood have declined, and it is no longer what it used to be."

"He's only thirty-five? Why does he look like forty-five to me?"

"Hey, I heard that it's rare to have a good meal, so I'm full."

Afterwards, the police officers continued to exchange information on the case of the Impermanent Monster.

Ordinary cases would not be assisted by the immortals of Xuantian Sect, so the government also attached great importance to this matter and asked Mr. Chen to take the lead in investigating the case.

"Hasn't the case of the impermanent monster been solved yet? It seems that the six doors are missing me, Qiao Pifu, and it's really hard to move forward." Qiao Mu sighed.

The corners of the eyes of the surrounding policemen twitched, and the man's face was gone.