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

So he didn't resist, just letting Wu Qi cut open his heart with a sharp blade, and then forced the fist-sized piece of flesh into his chest wound.

The fist-sized flesh and blood seemed to be alive. It squirmed for a while, gradually becoming flat from a fist-sized bump, 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, and it will not affect your participation in the plan to assassinate the emperor." Wu Qi was letting out a long breath, his face turning slightly pale.

Obviously, this kind of "treatment" is not an easy task for him.

Wu Qi was standing up, and while walking towards the door, he said:

"Qiao Zhong, the Qiao family members including you are all heroes who value justice over life and death."

"But in the assassination a few days later, I hope you can take your own life into consideration."

It seems that because he witnessed Mo Mingzhi's death in Hucheng during the day, Wu Qizheng was a little talkative tonight:

"After all, only by surviving can you pass the test of the martial sage and get the top skills in the hands of the martial sage."

"I understand." Qiao Mu nodded.

It's a different matter for Mo Mingzhi, the kind of dazed person who took his own apprentice first before committing suicide. No one admires a person who really sacrifices his life for righteousness, and naturally Qiao Mu is the same.

However, Qiao Mu has never regarded himself as a moral saint. He has a scale in his heart, and he also has self-knowledge.

He was born with the ability of immortality, and he can pass through the accumulation of long years in one fell swoop through repeated deaths, and spend decades like a day.

In order to pursue a high-quality death, doing good or doing evil is in his mind, but he chose the path he prefers, that's all.

"In fact, there have been righteous men who sacrificed their lives for righteousness from ancient times to the present, but in the current Dayan Dynasty, such people are basically extinct..." Qiao Mu thought.

Wu Qizheng had already pushed the door open and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and said again;

"A person like Wu Shengren has always been self-willed and only believes in himself...Since the establishment of the Wu Jihui, his martial arts cultivation has improved rapidly."

"Actually, what cards and means does he have, and what level of his strength has reached? Even me, a martial sage disciple, the so-called '72 sages', can only guess..."

"So, a crazy character like Mo Mingzhi must have been entrusted to someone else. Wu Shengren is not a life-saving straw..."

"What do you want to say?" Qiao Mu asked.

"Those who trust Wu Shengren are basically dead." Wu Qizheng left such a sentence, opened the door and left, only Qiao Mu was left in the guest room.

"This Wu Qizheng seems to be quite friendly to me... I don't know if he has hidden evil intentions."

Qiao Mu pressed the position of his heart.

He and Wu Jihui were originally not in the same group, and now they are only acting together, not an alliance partner.

He still has some vigilance towards Wu Qizheng.

Qiao Mu moved a set of tables and chairs to the balcony and sat down. While making himself a pot of tea, he watched the scene where the Taoist downstairs was serving porridge.

Under the moonlight, the shadow of the tree was stretched out.

suddenly.

The long shadow twisted strangely, and a motley cat jumped out of the shadow.

"This cat..." Qiao Mu froze for a moment.

He just remembered that this demon cat, Impermanence, seemed to have sneaked into his shadow when he was hunting the saintess, and now it has been nearly ten days before it came out?

What's even weirder is that this cat's small body has swelled up a full circle at this moment, its whole body is round and chubby, its belly almost spread out to the ground, and it has become a fat house cat.

Meow... The flower cat took two steps in a daze, staggering like before.

In fact, it is not to blame for this. When it was hunting the saintess and challenging the Wu Shengren, the sudden strong death aura directly made it faint from the shadow, and it just woke up not long after.

"In a few days, I may have to sneak into Qingyun Temple and forcefully kill Emperor Yonghe... Even if this impermanent monster is not needed for such an important matter, I know that it is a narrow escape... Ten deaths and no lives are not an exaggeration."

He thought for a while, grabbed the fat cat by the nape of its neck with one hand, and wondered if he should release it.

The fat cat seemed to have sensed something, and after being lifted up by Qiao Mu, its short legs swung wildly in the air, then hugged Qiao Mu's calf tightly and did not let go.

With Qiao Mu's dazed effort, the fat cat's figure suddenly became blurred, and it forcibly broke free from Qiao Mu's grasp.

"...." Qiao Mu tentatively stepped on his own shadow a few times, but seeing that there was no movement, he had no choice but to give up.

..................

Three or four days passed by in a hurry.

Over the past few days, Qiao Mu's internal injuries to his meridians have been getting better every day.

The weird mass of flesh and blood in the chest is almost like a second heart. From time to time, faint warm currents will form, flowing along the blood to the limbs and bones, repairing the damaged meridians.

By the last day, Qiao Mu's internal injuries had basically healed.

But the strange lump of flesh and blood on his chest was only slightly smaller, which surprised Qiao Mu.

He could sense that the mass of flesh and blood was still there.

In the past few days, he repeatedly questioned Wu Qizheng several times, but he deliberately or unintentionally prevaricated, so he could only give up, but his heart was more or less on guard.

...............

first day.

This day is a rare and auspicious day for the zodiac, so it is advisable to burn incense and worship gods.

The sky had just turned pale, and the town of Qingming woke up from its deep sleep, and there were already pedestrians and pilgrims on the street.

A number of incense and candle shops on the street opened early today, and it was quite busy with customers.

The lame old man also got up early, took joss sticks with the flow of people, and prepared to climb the mountain to worship God.

Although they burn incense and worship gods almost every day, today is a little different. There are more pilgrims climbing mountains to worship gods than in the past, and the crowds are like rain at a glance.

The main peak, Qingming Peak, soars into the clouds, with beautiful scenery, just like a fairyland.

Although Qingyun Temple is not at the highest point of the mountain, if you want to climb the Taoist Temple, you need to climb three thousand steps.

It is not easy for ordinary people, especially the elderly with handicapped legs like the lame old man.

Of course he is also very contented.

Going up and down the mountain every day is like exercising your muscles and bones. It’s better than doing farm work and plowing the land, but also worrying about the harvest and taxes in the coming year. Isn’t it better?

"Huh? That person seems a little familiar..." The lame old man glanced at the trees next to him and thought about it, but he didn't think of the passerby who had a short chat with him, nor did he think about it.

Qiao Mu was in the crowd like him, and he mixed into the team of pilgrims, climbing the stone steps step by step.

He has a special status, he is not a member of the Wu Jihui, but he was favored by the Wu sage and joined in this matter.

As one of the assassins, he didn't know the overall plan of Wujihui, and he didn't even know who was involved in this operation...

But that doesn't matter either.

He only needs to find the existence of Emperor Yonghe among the pilgrims, and when the time comes, he will assassinate him.

........

"Emperor Dayan, it's time to leave."

The two Taoists Chiyang and Qingyang stood side by side, urging Emperor Yonghe who was already in Qingyun Temple to get up.

Emperor Yonghe let out a long sigh of relief, looked at the clouds surrounding the mountains, his eyes were gloomy, and he moved his steps.

The guard Chu Xing followed closely behind.

Emperor Yonghe traveled secretly this time. In fact, some immortal cultivators used spells to cover up his true face, and with the support of two Taoists from Chiyang and Qingyang, he was able to reach Qingyun Temple all the way.

The present him, in the eyes of other pilgrims around him, is not his true face, so naturally he cannot be recognized.

At this moment, he is just an ordinary pilgrim, blending into the crowd unobtrusively, but no matter where he goes, the eyes of Taoists such as Chiyang Qingyang follow him closely.

"Tell me, will the martial sage come?" Taoist Chiyang chatted casually with his junior brother Qingyang beside him.

"It's even better if you come here, just to wipe out all the rats in the Wujihui, so as to avoid future troubles forever." Taoist Qingyang said with a smile:

"Wu Shengren has entered the way of demons. If he is killed, he will be regarded as doing justice for the heavens."

It's not like they haven't heard of the deeds of Wu Shengren that have been rumored in Chaolou recently.

Chapter 112 Chapter 107

The sun hangs high in the sky, and the sky is blue and clear, like a huge blue emerald.

Cloudless and sunny.

The long line of pilgrims has also reached the end of the three thousand steps. Under the guidance of the handyman Taoist, they entered the main hall to pay homage to the immortals of Xuantianzong.

Qiao Mu was among the crowd of pilgrims, and he was still looking for the figure of Emperor Dayan.

He didn't know the appearance of Emperor Dayan either, but he also heard from the Xingxuan envoy of Wujihui that the immortal cultivator might have used the possibility of blinding his eyes.

So if you want to find the existence of Emperor Dayan, you can't find it with the naked eye.

In other words, rely only on intuition.

Qiao Mu hadn't set foot on the way to the third grade of refining gods, but through practicing the "Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue", he developed an intuition that is always effective when it is not effective.

And the upper third-rank warriors who really embarked on the way of refining gods have already trained their intuition to the point where they can "predict the enemy's opportunity".

According to the speculation of the two generations of Xingxuan Envoys of the Wuji Society in Nanzhou, if the Emperor Dayan travels, he will definitely be accompanied by a third-rank martial artist.

Even if Dayan Chaogang is exhausted now.

With the existence of a martial arts master, he could be keenly aware of the fluctuations in the assassin's killing intent, and then prevent it in advance, so assassinating the emperor has always been very difficult to succeed.

Practicing martial arts, you can only reach the fourth rank at most, and you can only rely on the long years to accumulate internal strength bit by bit, without a qualitative breakthrough.

And the reason why the martial arts masters can reach the third rank is naturally because the so-called martial art of refining gods is stronger than continuing to pile up internal energy foolishly.

After martial arts reached the peak of the fourth rank, except for a very small number of talented people, the accumulation of qi, blood and internal strength has basically reached the soft upper limit of the human body.

The internal strength, qi and blood of a kung fu master are not necessarily deeper than those of a fourth-rank kungfu that has been accumulated for many years, but in actual combat, it is a different matter.

In essence, the way of refining the gods is already the fourth track of martial arts besides strength, strength, and skill.Although there may not necessarily be a great advantage in the accumulation of quantity, it has achieved a qualitative breakthrough.

"Then there is only one way." Qiao Mu thought:

"Initiate the killing intent first, and deliberately arouse the instinct of the emperor's guards who refine the gods."

"Finding the existence of the God Refining Guard is roughly equivalent to finding the location of Emperor Dayan."

Qiao Mu looked at the vast number of pilgrims in front of him, closed his eyes slightly, and put his hand on the scabbard at his waist.

His internal strength burst out slightly, but his aura was hidden, and he imagined in his mind that he slaughtered all the believers and killed Emperor Dayan among the crowd.

not far away.

Chu Huwei seemed to be aware of it, and glanced at Qiao Mu calmly from the corner of his eye.

Because Qiao Mu was not the face of "Jopiff" at the moment, he didn't recognize the person in front of him, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, a half-smile.

"There is no real killing intent. Is this intentional gesture intended to arouse my intuition? Maybe it's an assassin, but it's just a little tender."

If you want to deceive the intuition of the martial arts master, it is not enough to rely on the imagination in your head.

Unless Qiao Mu really had the thought of slaughtering all the believers around him in the next moment, he would not be able to fool the guard Chu Xingchu.

But this time, Chu Huwei was able to detect the existence of Qiao Mu, which had nothing to do with intuition.

The main reason is that the distance between the two sides is not far, and he has enough experience to detect Qiao Mu's subtle movements.

Chu Xing had no plans to fight against the enemy.

Qingyun Temple is the home field of Xuantian Sect of Immortal Sect, so it would be inappropriate for him to do this matter here.

As for Xianmen...

"It seems that there is a mortal who behaves differently?" Chiyang Taoist old god said freely.

"With a sword on his body, is he a warrior among mortals?"

"It would be even better if he is a member of the Martial Arts Association, then we can make some contributions later." Taoist Qingyang smiled.

Although Wu Jihui and Wu Shengren have not been successful in recent years and are not looked down upon by the immortal sect, they are still a hidden danger after all.

"Then, wait and see, don't startle the snake." Qingyang said lightly: D

"I don't know if the martial sage will come today? If he comes, it would be best..."

clang clang clang.

The melodious bell rang three times, startling countless birds, and even the clouds and mists in the mountains seemed to be dispersed.