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

While thinking.

There were footsteps again outside the door, and this time the person who pushed the door open was an unexpected figure from Qiao Mu.

One of them is Wu Shengren, and the other is Wang Songhe in disguise.

As soon as Wang Songhe entered the door, his eyes immediately fell on Qiao Mu's face.

"Qiao Sen?" He blurted out subconsciously, his heart filled with turmoil.

Not long ago, I heard about the death of "Qiao Pif", and he was completely burned by the saint Wu Qingxin under the spotlight. Why did he appear in Yancheng again?

In the past, all members of the Qiao family, from Qiao Mu to Qiao Pif, died in full view of the public.

The only survivor is Qiao Sen, who successfully assassinated Guo Yan.

He glanced at Wu Qizheng standing next to him, and then he suddenly realized.

If this sage had taken action, there might have been a way to treat Qiao Mu's meridian trauma without having to suffer for ten or eight years.

He thought: After Qiao Sen left my village, did he get involved with the people from Wu Jihui? Turns out it was a blessing in disguise and the injury was healed?

And the dead "Qiao Pif" in Heyang Fucheng... was he another member of the Qiao family?

"Oh...it's nothing. I admitted my mistake. The Qiao Sen I know is younger than you." Wang Songhe reacted quickly.

Regardless of whether the Qiao Zhong in front of him was the original Qiao Sen, he actually shouldn't have spoken out.

Because the Wu Shengren next to him is not a good person, it is probably not a good thing for Qiao Zhong to stand with Wu Shengren now.

But his words and reactions were all noticed by the Martial Saint next to him.

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Wu Shengren noticed Wang Songhe's subtle emotional changes, but didn't pay much attention:

"Wang Shanhe, why bother to hide it? It's just a fake name. Aren't you also using a fake name and a fake identity? Or should I call you Wang Songhe now? Wang He?" Wu Shengren said casually.

As soon as these words came out, Qiao Mu suddenly realized that the disguised strange middle-aged man in front of him was the Wang Songhe he met back then.

Xia uses force to break the ban.

It is actually a very common thing for Jianghu Rangers to disguise themselves and change their pseudonyms.

Song He, the bandit king who was wanted by the government, was like this, and "Qiao Sen" who killed Yancheng City Lord Guo Yan in the street was naturally like this.

However, there is a fundamental difference between Qiao Mu and other people's disguises and identities.

His previous identities, such as "Qiao Mu", "Qiao Lin", "Qiao Pif", etc., basically died in public, and even the gods could not bring them back to life. This is a conclusive fact witnessed by countless people, and even There are also corpses as evidence, so it is naturally impossible to fake death and escape.

Therefore, Qiao Mu's flaw was not "Qiao Mu" or "Qiao Lin", but "Qiao Sen" who survived Yancheng at that time.

The biggest reason why he was exposed was because after being knocked unconscious by Wu Shengren, the disguise makeup was removed from his body.

"Qiao Zhong, is your real name Qiao Sen? So the Qiao family in Yancheng and Qiao Pif Qiao Zhong who appeared in Heyang Fucheng are indeed from the same family?"

Wu Shengren actually didn't care what Qiao Zhong's real name was, just because after what happened in Saint Girl's Village that day, he became a little curious about the "Qiao family" that Qiao Mu said.

After knowing that Qiao Zhong's hidden identity was Qiao Sen, he was a little uninterested.

"That's it? The secret hidden in Qiao Zhong's face is just to kill a mere Yancheng City Lord?"

Killing a Yancheng city lord, then changing his appearance and fleeing to another place in disguise?

In the eyes of Wu Shengren, this kind of crime is not a big deal at all.

Wu Shengren suddenly lost his interest:

"The Lord of Yancheng City is nothing more than something that can be destroyed with just a flick of your finger... You kill the Lord of Yancheng City and you change your identity and abscond? It's a shame that I took your previous lies seriously. I really thought that there were countless clan elders behind you. The Qiao family.”

The current lord of Yancheng City, Wang Songhe: ....

"Qi Zheng, take Qiao Zhong...Qiao Sen first." Wu Shengren waved his hand a little impatiently:

"Go to Qingming Town first."

That's it?

He had previously thought that Qiao Mu was hiding some big secret in disguise, but now it seemed that it was nothing more than that.

"Qingming Town?" Wang Songhe was slightly startled, vaguely aware that something was wrong.

He also knew that Qingming Town was at the foot of the main peak of the Qingming Mountain Range.

The so-called Qingming Town was actually just an ordinary small village.

However, as strangers entered the world and began to exert pressure on the Great Yan court, the number of pilgrims who came to climb mountains and burn incense gradually increased.

As time went by, the small mountain village at the foot of the mountain grew larger and larger, becoming a town.

In name, it is still a town under the jurisdiction of the Dayan Court. When it comes to population size, it is probably not close to Yancheng.

What's more important is that deep in the Qingming Mountain Range is where the Xuantian Sect's sect is located.

What is the plan of the Martial Saint taking Qiao Sen to the foot of the Qingming Mountains?

While Wang Songhe was thinking, Qiao Mu and Qiao Mu had already walked away.

"Wang Shanhe." Wu Shengren stretched out his hand and threw out an immortal cultivator's storage bag at will, and it fell into Wang Songhe's hand.

The storage bag is just an ordinary cloth bag in appearance, but the internal space is a storage and storage utensil that can only be refined by immortal monks.

Wang Songhe was a little confused, and carefully examined the contents of the storage bag, and then his expression changed slightly.

"The Xuantian Treasure Sutra? This is the foundation-building Taoist Sutra of the Xuantian Sect monks."

"Not only are there the Foundation Building Taoist Scriptures, but also some other talismans and magical artifacts of immortal monks?" Wang Songhe held the storage bag in his hand and felt it was a little hot:

"Martial Saint, what do you mean?"

"You and I have different ways, and we don't want to work together." Wu Shengren looked calm:

"The things belonging to the immortal monks are of no use to me, so I might as well give them to you, so that I can make the best use of them."

"I haven't killed many immortal monks in the past few years, but it's still possible to gather a little bit of immortality inheritance. These things are much better than the half-baked Taoist skills you have practiced."

Wang Songhe trembled slightly. As a Sanren who did not enter the Immortal Sect and devoted himself to practicing magic, he knew how heavy the gift given to him by Wu Shengren's light words was.

Little did he know how many warriors were willing to work as odd jobs for the many Taoists under the Xuantian Sect, just so that one day they could be taught the true Taoist Dharma by everyone in the Immortal Sect and gain immortality.

Although Wang Songhe was a high-ranking second-grade official before he cultivated as an immortal, even the Great Yan Dynasty was defeated. His power as a second-grade civil servant was naturally nothing in front of the Immortal Sect.

So he only managed to obtain the ordinary Taoist inheritance from some small sect monks.

He has been cultivating Taoism for more than thirty years. Although he has some attainments in the Immortal Way, he only has an empty realm, lacks actual combat skills, and lacks corresponding techniques.

The proud talisman of the low-level monks of the Xuantian Sect, the bone-corroding fire talisman, is a powerful weapon against warriors. Wang Songhe, who has become a monk in the middle of the journey, naturally does not know how to do it.

"It is said that strangers have the destiny of a mortal dynasty." Wu Shengren still had the same calm expression:

"It is said that emperors in the human world have their own destiny, so they cannot live forever. Even if the emperor practices Taoism, it is like fishing for the moon in the water... Even if you succeed in practicing Taoism, if you succeed in the future, you will not live long and you will not live forever."

"This little thing will be used as a tribute on your grave in the future."

After saying that, Wu Shengren also walked away.

He had never been optimistic about Wang Songhe's path, but that didn't stop him from casually throwing something to this old friend.

"Martial arts is the only way to fight against immortality. Wang Shanhe cultivates immortality to control strangers... This road will take an extremely long time, and it is impossible to achieve it."

"The cultivation of martial arts progresses faster than that of immortality... In the long run, time is on our side as martial arts, but martial arts lags far behind, and I also need time... more time."

Wu Shengren ignored Wang Songhe with a complicated expression and walked away.

...

Wu Jihui didn't have any good way to search for the emperor's whereabouts. They could only conduct repeated searches from the Yancheng area to the Qingming Mountains.

The depths of the Qingming Mountains are where Xuantian Sect's sect is located, so Wu Jihui can only act in secret for fear of alerting others.

Until Qiao Mu arrived at Qingming Town at the foot of the mountains, there was no decent information about the emperor's whereabouts.

Qingming Peak towers into the clouds. From the foot of the mountain, you can vaguely see a majestic Taoist temple towering high, and this small town is at the foot of the main peak, Qingming Peak.

When walking in this town, less than half of the shops along the streets are small shops selling incense paper and candles.

Qiao Mu found a roadside restaurant and sat down, ordered some food, sat on a bench and looked at the street scenery casually.

The town is obviously quite densely populated, with a constant stream of people coming and going.

Among them are many pilgrims who come from other places. Often pilgrims and believers from other places will take a short break in this town, buy incense and candles in a store, and then climb the mountain to leave.

"Actually, a few decades ago this was just a small mountain village with less than a hundred households." Wu Qizheng explained in a low voice:

"It's just that as the aliens gained momentum, Qingyun Temple became the most famous Taoist temple nearby. More and more pilgrims came to Qingyun Temple, and they even regarded Qingyun Temple on the mountain as some kind of holy place."

"Every day, many pilgrims come from far away just to climb mountains and worship gods and burn incense..."

Qiao Mu listened silently.

If it were a previous life, the location of Qingyun Temple would probably be a famous Taoist temple in a relatively popular mountain, a larger tourist attraction, nothing more.

But in this world, it's not that simple.

"I walked around this town, but I didn't see any farmers' farmland. There were more shops selling incense paper and candles." Qiao Mu whispered.

This voice was heard by a lame old man on the side of the road. He looked over and spoke with a smile:

"Brother, you are from out of town, right? You don't understand this."

"In this town, less than half are merchants selling incense, paper, candles and food, but most of the townspeople don't actually have to do the hard farm work."

This lame old man has gray hair on his temples and looks a little older than the sixty-year-old Qiao Mu.

Although the old man was old, he also had age spots on his face, his face was saggy and wrinkled, but his face was red and full of energy, which was something rarely seen since Qiao Mu traveled through time.

Seventy years of life are rare in ancient times. Common people in ancient dynasties did not live long. Even if there were common people who lived to old age, they often looked older because they worked more.

Although this lame old man is old, he seems to be in good spirits. Those who don't know think he has a new concubine.

"Brother, you don't have to do farm work, so how can you make enough money just by doing business and renting out houses to pilgrims from out of town? That's amazing." Qiao Mu talked.

In the tourist resort town in his previous life, many people relied on this for their livelihood, so he asked this question.

"Hey, we are all ordinary people. Where can we run a shop?" The lame old man smiled proudly, as if he wanted to show off in front of pilgrims from other places:

"This is at the foot of the Immortal Sect Taoist Temple. The immortal elders of Xuantian Sect pity the poor life of common people like us. Therefore, as long as we recite Taoist scriptures and pray every day and go up to the mountain to worship gods on time, we can ensure that we have food and clothing without having to worry about hard work."

"Of course, this has to be a local citizen." The old man said this with a bit of pride.

It's not easy to get the household registration of this town's residents.

In the past few decades, the Great Yan Dynasty had imposed harsh policies and imposed increasing taxes. It was almost 20 years since the taxes of other cities and towns were collected. Famines occurred frequently, and it was a rare good thing to have enough food to eat.

Under such a premise, there is such a town at the foot of the Qingming Mountains. As long as the townspeople chant sutras and worship gods every day, they can have enough food and clothing. What kind of paradise is this?

If this place was not under the control of the Xianmen Xuantian Sect, and it was difficult to obtain the household registration of the townspeople, the threshold of this town would have been broken by the refugees from all over Nanzhou.

"Local townspeople..." Qiao Mu said thoughtfully, suddenly:

"Brother, your accent sounds like you are from Yancheng?"

"Huh? Can you hear it?" The lame old man was slightly surprised, with a bigger smile on his face:

"We were indeed from Yancheng before, but wasn't there a famine back then? So we ran away."

"I went through a lot of hardships all the way to this town. A handful of old bones were almost buried on the road. Later, the immortal of Xuantian Sect took pity on my old age and allowed me to enter this town."

At first he was a famine refugee, old and frail, and his life was precarious.

Now, as a town citizen at the foot of Xianmen Mountain, he has no worries about food and clothing, and his life has changed tremendously.

It's no wonder that the lame old man's face was glowing, full of energy, and he showed his love intentionally or unintentionally in front of the outsider like Qiao Mu.

"It sounds like the Immortal Sect has done a great thing. The Immortal Chief of Xuantian Sect is really a good person."

"Actually, it's because you have done good deeds and accumulated a lot of virtues, brother. That's why you have such good fortune. When you get old, you will be able to live in peace and prosperity. I, a foreigner, don't have this blessing."

Qiao Mu's words made the show-off lame old man smile. He was planning to leave on crutches, but now he felt that it was a pleasure to chat with him, so he stopped and chatted a few more words.

After hearing the good words, the lame old man gradually started talking.

Qiao Mu first made some insinuations and asked if there was anything unusual in the town recently, such as the traces of Emperor Yonghe.

After finding nothing, Qiao Mu was a little disappointed, and finally asked:

"But there's one thing I don't understand, brother."