Chapter 159
And his martial arts cultivation has broken through to the third-level god-refining realm in forty years of bloody battles.
Based on his knowledge of the old martial arts world forty years ago, Qiao Mu should have no problem ranking in the top three with his centuries-old skills.
"Is there more than one centenarian like this in the outside world?" Hai Siyuan asked in surprise.
"Of course not." The clairvoyant explained:
"In the past forty years, Jiuzhou Wulin has been oppressed by aliens outside and threatened by martial saints within. Under the double pressure from inside and outside, if you don't make progress, you will die, and you will die miserably. You will be eaten up and wiped clean by the martial saints. ”
"Among Tingchao Tower's top four rankings of Li Jinshu, those who are in the top ten are all geniuses and eccentrics born under this heavy pressure."
"The top ten on the fourth list are no longer areas that ordinary martial artists can reach through hard work alone. They are all talented and have a lot of adventures. They can be called the sons of martial arts and destiny, and they are at the forefront of today's martial arts."
"Just talking about the strength ranking, the other people in the top ten fell off the cliff by chance, but as a blessing in disguise, they took the rare and exotic fruit, and their bodies were transformed, and they gained a hundred years of skill for nothing."
"There is also a martial arts family named Xue. It is said that their family has been cursed by the blood of a stranger and will not live to be fifty years old."
"So before the age of fifty, each generation of family masters will spend their whole life inculcating the skills of their descendants. The skills are passed down from generation to generation. Although there is wear and tear, the accumulation is far superior to ordinary martial arts. This is related to the family martial arts practiced by the Blood family. ”
"And this Qiao Shuangsen is different from those talented children of fate." The clairvoyant said with emotion:
"He did not rely on chance, but relied on a hundred years of hard work to build a tower from sand and a mountain from soil. He can be called a model of hard work for our generation of warriors."
"Listen to what he said on the stage. He has worked hard for hundreds of years to reach this point. It really makes me and other onlookers admire him."
People with extraordinary talents often attract jealousy.
But for those who work hard, they are more admired and admired.
"More importantly, this represents a path that is expected to be repeated by later generations." The clairvoyant said:
"Even if your skill progress is slow, as long as you have enough perseverance, you can continue to make breakthroughs in the "Sumishan King Sutra". The so-called skill levels only represent different stages, and there is no concept of a bottleneck in the skill."
Hai Siyuan was immediately impressed when he heard this: "I really don't know what kind of outstanding person he is, who can create such martial arts as "The King of Sumeru Mountain Sutra". This person will definitely leave a mark in the history of Kyushu martial arts."
Just as a few people were saying this, Qiao Mu on the stage had finished speaking and walked down from the stage.
Spreading martial arts cannot be accomplished in a day, and he is very interested in Lu Yanbei.
After all, when he was on stage just now, the old man said personally that his swordsmanship was learned from the former best sword in the world, Exorcist Immortal... He was also one of Qiao Mu's goals during this trip.
Chapter 187 The best sword in the world banishes immortals (4k
"Do you want to see Sword Banished Immortal?"
After hearing what Qiao Mu said about his purpose, Mujian Sanren Lu Yanbei had a strange look on his face.
It wasn't just him, when Qiao Mu said the name of Sword Banished Immortal, Captain Hai next to him also showed a strange look, hesitated to speak, and frowned.
Banishing the Immortal with the Sword was one of the reasons why Qiao Mu came to this isolated city.
He usually likes to deal with strong people the most, because strong people are often dangerous people, and most of them are in big trouble, causing people to die easily.
So he flocked to it.
But Captain Hai frowned deeply at this moment:
"Mr. Qiao, although the Sword Exorcist is strong, he has a heart of stone. What do you want from him?"
"In the thirty years since he entered Gucheng, he has never drawn his sword. He has never fought for the soldiers and people in the city. He just sat back and watched our soldiers die on the battlefield."
"Twenty years ago, General Li Changge begged him to take action before he died, but he remained unmoved and remained huddled in the Taoist temple in the city until today."
If ordinary city residents did not dare to go into battle to kill the enemy because of their low strength and lack of courage, Hai Siyuan would understand...Understanding, he would still despise cowards.
But the sword banishing the immortal is different.
In the martial arts world of the previous generation for forty years, Jian Banxian was an extremely dazzling figure.
At that time, the martial arts saint was only the eleventh in the world, and there were ten more dazzling people in the martial arts world than him.
The Sword Banished Immortal was the leader of the martial arts at that time, the leader of the swordsmanship, and was even called the "Sword Banished Immortal" by martial artists all over the world.
The so-called name of banished immortal, even if it is just a title of martial artist, is no small matter.
Because there are immortals in this world, and they indeed have great power that far exceeds that of ordinary warriors.
As a martial artist from the martial arts world, it is quite unbelievable that the Sword Banished Immortal is known as the "Sword Banished Immortal" by the world. This means that in the eyes of the martial arts warriors of the previous generation, this is the "Exiled Immortal" in their eyes. He is a land swordsman-like figure.
Such a person, who obviously possesses unparalleled martial arts skills, but never draws his sword and huddles in the city, will naturally make Captain Hai and other sergeants look down upon him.
He was very strong, so even if Captain Hai and others had grudges, they could only hold it in and not dare to anger him.
But it is impossible to say that the old soldiers in the city, headed by Captain Hai, have any good feelings towards him banishing the sword to the immortal.
Qiao Mu was also greatly surprised when Captain Hai briefly told the story of his life and deeds in banishing the immortal with his sword.
The one who reacted even more than him was Lu Yanbei.
He looked quite embarrassed, neither advancing nor retreating, and stood there motionless.
"Mr. Lu, don't worry, let's discuss the matter." Captain Hai also noticed Lu Yanbei's embarrassment, waved his hand and said:
"What Sword Banished the Immortal did belongs to Sword Banished Immortal. Since Mr. Lu entered the city for a year, he has fought side by side with us many times. Naturally, we understand the meaning of the fist."
"Lu Laomo, don't think too much. You are you and he is him. You don't have to work so hard to do good things for him."
Qiao Mu was thoughtful. It sounds like the relationship between Lu Yanbei and the sword-relegated immortal is quite deep?
"Could Mr. Lu be the apprentice of the sword-banished immortal?" Qiao Mu asked casually.
This time he didn't call him nephew, but changed his name to a serious one.
But as soon as these words came out, Lu Yanbei's expression became even weirder. He sighed slightly and said:
"To be honest, Jianbanxian's real name is Lu Yannan, and he is my biological brother."
"I learned swordsmanship when I was young and taught him the swordsmanship. But when he grew up, his swordsmanship easily surpassed mine. Later, he taught me the swordsmanship."
"People in the world call me the 'Wooden Sword Sanren', saying that I am a famous swordsman with perfect sword skills and no stalemate in swordsmanship. In fact, if it weren't for my younger brother's advice, I might not be where I am now."
Qiao Mu pondered for a long time and suddenly asked:
"In addition to swordsmanship, has Mr. Lu also practiced Iron Crotch Kung Fu?"
"Iron crotch skill? Brother Qiao, why do you ask that?" Lu Yanbei was surprised.
Because your second brother is invincible... Qiao Mu cursed, suddenly recalling the old Huang he met in Yancheng.
Speaking of which, Lao Huang's iron crotch skills are indeed very good. He is now 109 years old and is still as strong as a rock, which saves him from worries.
While the two were talking, Hai Siyuan took a few steps away and planned to leave.
He was not interested in the topic of swords banishing immortals.
But before he could get far, he was stopped by Qiao Mu.
"Captain Hai, do you still remember what I said before that your biological brother is waiting outside Xi'an Pass?"
Hai Siyuan paused when he saw Qiao Mu taking out a large stack of envelopes from his luggage, taking one out of it and handing it into his hand.
Xi'an Pass was established twenty years ago. Hai Siyuan also learned about the existence of Xi'an Pass from Lu Yanbei and other outside warriors.
The letter in Qiao Mu's hand is actually Mr. Guan Waihai's home letter.
He has a total of 31 such family letters in his hand, from people who settled in small towns outside the Anxi Pass.
They said they wanted Qiao Mu to help them enter the desert and burn this letter sent to the underworld, but in fact they didn't believe that their relatives died in the alien war, and they still felt lucky...
"Give these letters to me as well." Hai Siyuan said in a slightly heavy tone:
"They are all my former colleagues... Although these 31 family letters have been sent to this isolated city, how many of them can survive to this day..."
Hai Siyuan took the stack of family letters and left.
...
There is a Taoist temple in the isolated city.
This city has been besieged by strangers in the desert for forty years, so it is obviously impossible for there to be a Taoist temple dedicated to strangers in the city.
So this Taoist temple has obviously been abandoned for a long time. It has been in disrepair for a long time, and the walls are full of mottled marks.
The courtyard was covered with a layer of fallen leaves, which made a crunching sound when you stepped on them. In the courtyard, there was a statue of an immortal leaning sideways in the soil.
The immortal statue is similar to the immortal statues Qiao Mu has seen before. It has an unworldly temperament, a fairy-like spirit, and a compassionate look.
It's just that the immortal statue has collapsed, and half of its face fell into the soil.
What worries Qiao Mu more is not the immortal statue in the yard, but the people in the yard.
The man was wearing green clothes, with white hair as white as frost. He was facing away from them and sat on the head of the immortal statue, as if using the head as a seat.
Judging from the profile, although this man's temples are frosty white, his face is not old, and he is obviously much younger than the old man Lu Yanbei.
He had a sad stubble on his face and a somewhat slovenly appearance, and he was just sitting casually in the deserted yard. But his skin is really handsome, even if it is so unkempt, it is still eye-catching.
It makes people sigh, if this person was still young, let alone swordsmanship and martial arts, his face alone might be enough to become a popular figure in the world.
The middle-aged man in green clothes sat on top of the immortal statue, holding a flat knife for carving in his hand and concentrating on carving a stone statue of a woman.
His sculpting skills are truly extraordinary. He carved a graceful female figure in palace attire so lifelike that it seemed as if she would open her eyes the next moment.
And the part that the middle-aged man is carving is the eyes.
As the saying goes, the finishing touch, whether sculpting or painting, the eyes are an important touch.
Once the finishing touch is completed, the statue will have a full charm. It is no longer an empty stone statue, but as agile as a real person.
But at this time, the middle-aged man put down the flat knife in his hand.
"Sentiment has always been full of hatred, and good dreams are the easiest to wake up from."
"After many years, I still can't get out of this city in my heart. Ah Zhen, I have no shame to let your eyes see what I look like now." He sighed slightly, and his angular profile was illuminated in the dusk sunlight. A thin layer of gold rim.
"It's better not to have these eyes carved."
He turned his back to the tree entering the courtyard, which seemed to be talking to him or to himself.
"In thirty years, beauty has aged in a blink of an eye. Are you old now?"
"I only regret that my skills are limited and I don't dare to carve out your eyes or your beauty."
"He is quite an affectionate person." This thought flashed through Qiao Mu's mind.
However, Lu Yanbei, who was leading Qiao Mu over, moved at this time. He ignored the "Sword Banished Immortal" who was carving a woman's portrait, walked straight to the main temple of the temple, and pushed open the closed door.
The door creaked, and the objects in the main hall fell into Qiao Mu's field of vision, making him pause for a moment.
On the altar of the main hall, there were more than a dozen stone statues... They were not the common immortal statues in Taoist temples. Without exception, these stone statues were all female statues.
There are graceful women of Xiaojiabiyu, small figures, heroic female swordsmen with long swords in their hands, and beautiful women with such plump figures that they can squeeze water... More than a dozen stone statues of women in different postures and shapes. They are all lifelike, vying for beauty on the altar.
"Brother, you are trying to undermine me again." The middle-aged man said casually.
He simply lay half-ly on top of the tall immortal statue in the courtyard and yawned.
"Don't you have the shame to cut your eyes? Let them all take a good look at what you look like now. Don't be ashamed." Lu Yanbei said angrily:
"The main hall of the Taoist temple has almost been turned into a harem exhibition hall by you."
"Brother, I am sincere with them." Lu Yannan said calmly:
"It's just that my heart has been broken for a long time. It was broken into many pieces, and each piece fell in love with a different person."
"You can't slander my sincerity with them just because you weren't as popular as me when you were young."
Lu Yanbei took a deep breath and almost choked with anger.
"Is he the Sword-Relegated Immortal?" Qiao Mu looked at this so-called Sword-Relegated Immortal carefully.
Although this person is famous, but now it seems that apart from his good looks, he really doesn't have the demeanor of an immortal.
"Forget about banishing the immortal, where is your sword? There seems to be no sword in this Taoist temple, right?" Qiao Mu looked around and asked.
This so-called sword-banishing immortal has no weapon in his hand, only a flat knife for carving? What kind of sword is this to banish an immortal?
"Ha." Jian Banxian smiled slightly:
"Brother's swordsmanship is still at the level of 'a wooden sword without a sword'."
"And I have already reached the state of 'no sword in my hand, no sword in my heart'."
Next to him, Lu Yanbei said coldly:
"In other words, he has no sword in his hand, and he has lost his spirit and fighting spirit as a swordsman."