Chapter 122
As the best hunter in the world, now he is risking his own glory to deal with some rats in the gutter, isn't it easy to catch them?
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An hour later.
Wayne was bleeding all over his body, his face was as pale as paper, but his expression was extremely solemn. He was exerting his Qing Kung with all his strength, and his figure passed through the night like light smoke.
"Qiao Shuanglin, my strength is limited this time and I can't stop your reputation from spreading in the imperial capital... although this is indeed your wish." Wayne's lips had lost their color and he was seriously injured.
If he hadn't been the only one in the world in Qinggong, I'm afraid his life would have been left in the hands of that mysterious man just now.
"Is he the 'one who enters Taoism through martial arts' as mentioned by Sword Demon? From the Martial Arts Alliance?"
Wayne doesn't quite know what it means to enter the Tao through force.
However, after a brief encounter with the mysterious man who claimed to be a Taoist through martial arts, he was severely injured and almost died on the spot.
"The body of that person who entered Taoism through martial arts hardly looked like a flesh and blood body... Is this the so-called golden body of martial arts?" Thinking back to the mysterious person who entered Taoism through martial arts, Wayne's face became solemn.
"I can't die yet..."
He performed Qinggong and quickly disappeared into the night.
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The night has gradually deepened.
In a private house on the outskirts of the city, Shunfeng Er, who was lying on the ground and listening to the movement on the ground, suddenly raised his head.
Wherever there are trendy people, there is a trend-listening building.
"It's surprisingly lively tonight." The night was already very late, but Shunfeng Er's face was not sleepy at all, but was very energetic.
"Qiao Shuanglin has just arrived in the imperial capital. Will he stir up trouble in the imperial capital? It's not just him. The impact of Wu Shengren's death has also caused the undercurrent in the night to surge..."
The name Shunfeng Er was not given randomly.
As a transcendent and mysterious force in the world, Tingchao Tower naturally relied on something to survive from the hands of Wu Shengren.
Shunfeng Er is a gifted wizard among the storytellers in Tingchaolou.
He was born with an extraordinary ear, and after training, he could even see into the subtleties. He could even listen from a distance. He could judge other people's martial arts skills from a long distance just by listening with his ears. He was called a strange person in the world.
"Qiao Shuanglin? Martial Arts Alliance?"
"Haha, once the martial arts saint dies, a lot of changes will occur in this unchanging martial arts world, but it's hard to predict whether they will be good or bad."
Shunfeng'er's eyes were bright. After hearing the secret tonight, it was impossible for him to keep it secret.
Chapter 140 The Qiao family came to the imperial capital
To the east of the imperial capital is the Fang family's old residence.
After confirming that no one was following him, Qiao Mu used Qing Kung Fu, jumped high over the courtyard wall, and jumped into the courtyard of the old house.
It was already midnight, and the moonlight illuminated half of the wall. As the breeze came, the leaves rustled, and the shadows of the two jujube trees swayed on the wall.
Fangyuan did not fall asleep. He sat under the eaves, looked up at the trees flying in, and felt inexplicably excited.
"Senior Qiao is injured?"
He naturally knew about Qiao Mu going out with the Blood Moon Map, but with his strength, if he got involved in this matter, not only would it be of no help, but he would probably die meaninglessly because of it.
"Small injury." Qiao Mu said calmly.
He is indeed calm.
Apart from fatal injuries, or severe injuries such as crippling meridians, they were all minor injuries, and he had long been used to them.
"Compared to such a trivial matter, I have already avenged part of your parents' revenge." He said:
"Wan Ronghua's tribute, the sword ghost is dead and died in my hands."
Fangyuan was shocked, and then looked at the injury on Qiao Mu's shoulder:
"Then Senior Qiao's injury is the sword ghost..."
"Don't look down on me. How can that mere sword ghost hurt me?"
Qiao Mu didn’t explain much.
At this time, there was a sudden meow, and a very fast black shadow jumped out from the shadow of the courtyard wall.
It was the demon cat Wu Chang, who was currently circling Qiao Mu's body, looking anxious to death and meowing in grievance.
"You damn ghost, you went out in the middle of the night to secretly commit suicide? You didn't take me with you?"
Qiao Mu naturally didn't understand what Maomao meant, so he just made up his mind.
He noticed that the tabby cat did not suck its breath and get high like before, showing a crazy look.
Perhaps this means that during his trip tonight, he did not encounter any real life danger?
The next moment, the cat swooped on his face like a facehugger, then held his shoulders with its paws, stretched out its tongue and licked the wound on Qiao Mu's shoulder.
Cats have barbs on their tongues, and the impermanent nature of this demon cat is that of a monster. Not to mention having barbs on its tongue, it is not impossible for its tongue to grow into a mace.
At this time, it licked like this, and Qiao Mu only felt a sour and numb feeling.
After licking it, the pain on my shoulder weakened, and even the bleeding stopped.
"Is there such a way to use it? Tongue massage?"
Qiao Mu was quite surprised.
The tabby cat seemed to vaguely know that Qiao Mu was praising him. He proudly raised his round head and looked ready to continue praising me.
Qiao Mu reached out and gently scratched its chin, making the little kitten close its eyes comfortably and almost spit out its tongue.
"It's really a barb." Qiao Mu watched the tabby cat close its eyes and suddenly struck out like lightning, grabbing the impermanent cat's tongue and feeling the touch of the cat's tongue.
"Woooo..." Wu Chang whined twice and broke away. He slapped Qiaomu's hand twice like lightning. After breaking free, he hid in the shadow under the eaves and looked at Qiaomu from a distance with a wary face.
Fangyuan didn't pay attention to Qiao Mu's play with the cat. His attention remained on the wound on Qiao Mu's shoulder.
"Senior Qiao, this seems to be more than just an ordinary skin injury." Fang Yuan said.
Although the wound on the shoulder was no longer bleeding, there was a faint chill, and even fine frost condensation could be seen.
"Wayne's claw skill contains cold poison... Although the wound is not deep, it is indeed a bit troublesome." Qiao Mu thought to himself.
This injury cannot be considered serious.
Those Xuhan poisons were not troublesome, so Qiao Mu didn't pay much attention to them.
In fact, this is also a warning from Wayne.
Deliberately striking out with such a claw, hurting Qiao Mu but retaining some strength, was a warning to him.
According to Wayne's opinion, these cold poisons are not a big problem and will fade away on their own in about seven days. But it will eventually affect Qiao Mu's internal energy operation, so before the cold poison is completely dispelled, if Qiao Mu wants to fight with others, it will eventually be affected a little.
In other words, his claw meant that Qiao Mu would not cause trouble for a short period of time, at least until he recovered from his injuries.
"Senior Qiao, I know Dong Xinglin, a famous doctor in the imperial capital."
Fangyuan couldn't help but speak.
Qiao Mu avenged him, and he was naturally grateful, but he had no way of repaying him. So when he saw Qiao Mu was injured, he expressed his willingness to take the initiative to introduce famous doctors:
"He was the one who had good intentions and was not afraid of offending the sword demon. He told my parents that they were injured by the witnessing technique... He might be able to treat my senior's injuries."
"Why does such a minor injury need medical treatment?" Qiao Mu didn't care:
"Tomorrow, I will continue to sell paintings in the antique street."
"If it's not good tomorrow, just go the day after tomorrow."
If it was really a serious injury, Qiao Mu would have committed suicide on the spot, using aging in exchange for a refreshed body, so there would be no need to care about the injury.
What he was more concerned about was when he, Qiao Shuanglin, would die this time.
The imperial capital is full of Crouching Tigers, Hidden Dragons, which means that if he acts in such a high profile, his fame will probably spread soon...
Fangyuan had no objection.
In other words, whether he had objections or not, he could not change Qiao Mu's decision.
He just took a deep look at Qiao Mu, and his figure came into view deeply.
When he was young, Fang's father said that when he was only seven years old, he was living under someone else's roof and never forgot the kindness of his biological father in raising him. So naturally, he would not accept Qiao Shuanglin's kindness to him calmly.
How others treat him, he will treat others in return.
Father Fang treated him like his own son, and he regarded Father Fang as his biological father.
Nowadays, he is weak and only at the ninth level. There is nothing he can do to help Qiao Mu, but this does not prevent him from setting his ambition in his heart.
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The second day.
The sky was just getting brighter, and Qiao Mu once again appeared in the Antique Street of the Imperial Capital.
He was still selling the blood moon painting like yesterday, bragging that the painting was worth ten thousand taels of silver.
But the surrounding street vendors were already empty.
Anyone who is well-informed or has a little experience already knows that this old man is no small matter.
He was selling valuable ancient paintings worth ten thousand taels, which could attract warriors of level 4 or above, and he was able to appear safe and sound the next day, and he continued to sell them as if nothing had happened... Who could not know that this old man was an experienced fisherman? ?
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"Qiao Shuanglin?"
In Hai Mansion, when Hai Wuya heard the news from the old housekeeper, his heart was rippled as he always remained calm.
"After Qiao Zhong, will the next Qiao family member appear in the imperial capital soon? It's just that he is more high-profile than I thought."
Hai Wuya narrowed his eyes slightly and thought of Qiao Zhong in the prison again.
In the past, he was in the prison and didn't know if he could get out alive.
Therefore, he actually treats the sixty-year-old Qiao Zhong as a disciple who inherits his mantle.
Now that Qiao Zhong died earlier than him, and he heard that Qiao's family had appeared in the imperial capital, how could he not have mixed feelings?
Chapter 141 The Bearded Martial Saint (3 updates)
In the Hai family mansion.
The mansion is quite old, with the walls peeling off and various furniture worn out.
Hai Wuya stood in the empty courtyard, with only the old housekeeper behind him.
He quietly looked at the old tree that was as old as himself, and his heart couldn't help but rise and fall.
Thirty years have passed in Tianlao, and the Hai family has lost its glory. His wife passed away many years ago, and the only two remaining sons are no longer in the imperial capital.
When he returned, there was only an old housekeeper and servant waiting for him in such a huge mansion.
There wasn't much people in this mansion anymore. It looked empty and had a heavy air of twilight, but Hai Wuya didn't care.
Because he doesn't have much time.
"Ahem..."
Hai Wuya coughed lightly and stooped slightly.
He is almost eighty years old, and he has stayed in the dark and humid environment of Tianlao for thirty years, which naturally caused irreversible damage to his body.
Although Wufu is physically strong, his lifespan is still within the range of ordinary people.
Although Hai Wuya practiced martial arts in his early years, he was born as a Shaolin warrior monk. Over the years, he has accumulated some hidden injuries in his body, which have become stubborn diseases as he grows older.
His time may be running out, and he knows that his life is about to end.
Although he came out of the prison, his mood was not so bright when he saw the imperial capital today.
Thirty years have passed, and the Great Yan Dynasty has been in decline. It is already the end of the dynasty, and natural and man-made disasters are rampant in various places.
Not only natural disasters and man-made disasters, but also "man-made disasters" occurred frequently - especially after the death of Wu Shengren.
"Fifteen days ago, Tan County in Zhongzhou was massacred by the demonic monks of the Blood Lotus Sect. One hundred thousand people died just to refine the Ten Thousand Soul Banner."