Chapter 188
"And is the Defeating Immortal Army real or fake?"
If there is an Immortal Defeating Army in this world, it will be difficult to hide it from Tingchao Tower, which has many eyes and ears.
Reason told the clairvoyant that this story must be false, but after seeing several generations of Qiao family members claiming to be immortal warriors dying for this, he was no longer sure.
Chapter 216 The truth about Qiao Mu’s resurrection from the dead (4k
A bloody setting sun hung in the sky, and the glow also showed a deep dark red. At a glance, it seemed as if the entire sky was stained with blood.
Under the setting sun, the desert is vast and boundless, and an old man is standing on the sand dunes practicing boxing.
The old man was very focused and intoxicated. He was practicing boxing alone in the desert, and there was no other living being besides him.
In the desert under the setting sun, the old man was practicing boxing alone. The desert was vast and boundless, with only the occasional hot wind blowing on his face, bringing up wisps of yellow sand, as if he was the only one left in the world.
It can be seen that his boxing skills have become extremely proficient, and he can pick up each move at his fingertips. It is as smooth and natural as breathing. It has been integrated into his body and has become a part of it.
Selfless and focused, he was immersed in this desert world, lonely but determined.
suddenly.
There is a sound in this desert.
There was a clear sound of metal shattering, and a faint shadow of a golden chain could be seen breaking in the bloody sky.
The old man suddenly raised his head and recovered from his previous concentration. However, his hands kept moving and he was still punching. His only eye was looking around blankly.
"Where is this?" He looked around first, then noticed his movements.
Is he doing longevity boxing?
What's even more weird is that the desert he remembers is nearly a hundred miles in radius, but the desert he is in now is more than ten thousand miles? It is boundless in all directions, as if there is only this desert left in the whole world.
As his thoughts emerged, the desert seemed to change silently.
The end of the field of vision is no longer boundless yellow sand, but a pass appears, which is the Xi'an Pass in Qiao Mu's impression.
And behind the arbor, there was no longer boundless yellow sand, but an ancient and dilapidated old city appeared quietly.
Qiao Mu suddenly turned around, feeling shocked in his heart. He was very sure that this lonely city did not exist behind him just now. How could there suddenly be an extra city?
What's even more outrageous is that in reality, the gate tower of the isolated city has collapsed, and the entire city was half destroyed in the wind and sand blown up by Taoist Qingzhuo. Why is the city in front of him, although ancient, still roughly intact? , no different from the lonely city in his initial impression?
As this thought arose in Qiao Mu's mind, the lonely city in front of him also quietly changed. The gate tower collapsed suddenly, the avenue behind the city wall was filled with sand and dust, and the houses on both sides were crushed by yellow sand...
Qiao Mu frowned. He had a vague guess in his mind. With a thought, the Ouroboros Immortality Lock in his mind emitted a faint light, and a stream of information emerged from it.
This death evaluation: C- (died due to exhaustion and frightened away)
Death consumption life span: 5 (1*5) years
Number of resurrections remaining this week: 0/5
Current age: 205 years old (5 years remaining)
Qi and blood: 21%
Skills: slightly
"Good guy, are you really going to lock yourself in a dark room for five years to practice martial arts and then delete your memory?"
Qiao Mu realized something, but immediately frowned and realized that things were not simple.
This is not a small dark room or a time room where time flows at different speeds inside and outside, but... a dream.
"Yes, it was a dream."
Qiao Mu has a keen mind and has noticed the strangeness of this world at this moment.
After experiencing the last death of S-, the second chain of the Immortality Lock collapsed.
But in fact, his body had also undergone a change, but time was tight at the time and he would not have time to recall it carefully in the future.
He broke through to the second level of God Refining.
The characteristic of the second-level refining god is that it has a more powerful mind than the third-level one. After entering the second level, memories from childhood to adulthood can clearly emerge in the mind, which is similar to the so-called hyperamnesia. One can have almost photographic memory, and can also recall dusty childhood memories.
At the same time, a powerful mind can further explore the surroundings, unlike the third-level refining god, whose intuition is only limited to oneself.
Therefore, Qiao Mu, who has already entered the second level at this time, can recall all the memories that were covered in dust and forgotten by the brain instinct...
No wonder every time he came back from the dead and recalled the details of martial arts training in the past, it felt like a dream... It turned out that this was really a dream, but he had forgotten the details.
Trivia: In fact, most people dream every night, and the average number of dreams is 4-6.
The so-called dreamless night is actually just forgetting the content of the dream after waking up.
Self-perception in dreams is different from reality. In human perception, time in dreams is slower than in reality.
In ancient times, there was a dream about Huang Liang, in which a traveler dozed off in a hotel and spent his whole life in the dream, from being a Confucian scholar to becoming an official in the imperial court, eventually becoming a prime minister, and dying at the age of eighty. Only when I woke up did I realize that this life was just a dream, and the rice cooked in the hotel store was not yet cooked.
There is also a dream, where you spend thirty years in a dream of glory and wealth, only to realize that you are in a dream when you wake up.
Only a moment in the world, decades in a dream.
"It turns out I've been dreaming..."
Qiao Mu suddenly remembered something, and immediately walked quickly into the lonely city in his dream, pushed away the house where he once lived in the city, stopped in front of a mirror in the bedroom, and stared at his face.
The person in the mirror was already very old. Qiao Mu had never seen an older person than the person in the mirror.
The skin is sagging, there are age spots on the face, wrinkles appear all over the face, the cheekbones on both sides have become taller, and the hair on the temples has become frosty white, hanging casually on the back of the head, almost reaching the waist.
He has seen such an old Qiao Mu many times, and this is not the first time he has looked in the mirror.
He didn't pay much attention to it in the past.
Although the appearance of aging can be considered a price, in Qiao Mu's view, this price is actually very small.
It would take a long time for ordinary people to practice martial arts before they can see the gains, but he skipped the long years of accumulation.
Now it seems otherwise.
After each physical death, he did not come back to life immediately, but his consciousness was trapped in this dream world for nearly two hundred years.
"So I'm really over two hundred years old?"
In my mind, memories of scenes from my youth emerged.
When he was twenty years old, he died in the hands of bandits while charging alone. So he trained hard in the valley of his dream for eight years, forgetting food and sleep for eight years. He forced himself to become proficient in the general's spear skills and developed muscle memory.
When he was in his forties, he was burned alive in Heyang Fucheng, Nanzhou, so he continued to practice martial arts in his dreams until he was over sixty.
When he was sixty years old, he died on the execution ground at Caishikou and was dipped in steamed buns with human blood. So he practiced hard in his dream for thirty years and mastered the King of Sumeru Sutra in one fell swoop. The fifth floor reached.
Hai Wuya's "Sumishan King Sutra" only had the first four levels at that time and was not perfect. However, the fifth level's exercises were deduced by Qiao Mu in his dreams for thirty years, and later in the Imperial Capital Medical Center. Using the "Family-Inherited Kung Fu" as an excuse, handing over the perfected fifth level to Hai Wuya was a return of favor.
Memories from the past nearly two hundred years are now vividly displayed in my mind, and every detail in my memory appears clearly in my mind.
Qiao Mu looked at himself in the mirror and subconsciously took a step back. He suddenly felt an inexplicable strangeness towards the old man in the mirror.
He always felt that he was still a young man, and his aging appearance was just superficial, but now he realized that he had indeed spent more than two hundred years...
Thinking of this, he suddenly realized.
No wonder every time he came back from the dead, the martial arts he practiced were exactly in line with the martial arts he wanted to practice.
No wonder Qiao Mu created his own technique when practicing "Thousands of Flesh and Flesh Transformations", and the flesh and blood clones of corpses and flesh sprouts he derived coincided with his abilities.
It turned out that he had deduced it himself, but he had forgotten what happened in the dream.
Time in dreams and reality are not equivalent.
Qiao Mu lowered his head, the Ouroboros longevity lock in his mind exuding a faint glimmer.
The longevity lock, also known as the life-giving lock, is a gold and silver ornament worn by children in ancient times, similar to jade pendants and necklaces. It is usually hung around the child's neck and looks like a lock. Its meaning is to "lock" life and prevent children from dying prematurely.
In ancient times, children's longevity locks often had messages such as "long life", "good luck" and "long life and wealth" written on them, which were considered to be auspicious.
This is not the case with Qiao Mu's longevity lock.
There is a clear Ouroboros pattern on the longevity lock. The material is neither stone nor jade, and it only exists in Qiao Mu's mind.
The four words on the longevity lock are "immortality"!
"The Lock of Immortality... has locked my life. I will not die, but every death means that my consciousness will be trapped in a dream for a long time... It's just that the training process I have experienced in my dream has It was forgotten by me, only a vague memory and a solid muscle memory remained."
It's hard to tell whether this is a reward or a punishment.
The world is bitter and turbid. No matter how miserable and tired ordinary people are, life will eventually end and there will be a day of liberation.
But Qiao Mu is not the case. He is a person who cannot die. Every time he dies, he will practice alone in a dream for a long time. He cannot be released after death. He is a prisoner in the dream in a sense.
If there is an underworld in this world, then obviously the underworld cannot take away Qiao Mu's life, and neither can the Immortal Gate Array. His life has been firmly locked by the Ouroboros Lock of Life from beginning to end, and he is constantly trapped between life and death. cycle.
"If this is a dream, then what the hell are the different levels of death evaluation?"
Qiao Mu frowned and thought.
The death evaluation from low to high represents different quality of death. The higher the evaluation, the longer the dream has passed.
The evaluation of C-class is only about 1 year, but the evaluation of S-class is decades.
The dream lasted for an unknown amount of time. After thinking about it for an unknown amount of time, Qiao Mu came up with a guess:
"Perhaps, different levels of death evaluation actually represent the depth of the dream."
"The higher the death rating, the deeper my dream will be after I die."
Time in dreams is not the same as in reality.
As the dream becomes deeper and deeper, time passes slower and slower.
In a shallow dream, a moment in the outside world is equivalent to a year in the dream, and in a deeper dream, a moment in the outside world is equivalent to decades in the dream, just like what is said in the ancient book, "A yellow beam is a dream."
"Then the question is, how should I wake up? Do I really have to stay in this dream for six years?"
Are you kidding me?
Qiao Mu rarely practices martial arts in the real world, but now he has to practice hard in this dream for six full years?
Qiao Mu walked alone on the deserted street, feeling confused.
He looked at the boundless desert outside the city. He looked up and saw an unchanging sun in the sky, standing blankly on the street. He didn't know what to do for a moment.
At this time, he was wandering alone in this empty city aimlessly, as if the world had been destroyed and he was the only survivor.
At first he was at a loss, just walking around in the empty city in his dream.
He didn't practice martial arts. For the first time in his life, he felt a strong resistance to practicing martial arts. He just walked aimlessly and let each thought echo in his heart.
"Are all my martial arts training memories true? Is it just that I was unable to recall the memories in my dreams before I entered the realm of martial arts training, and they were naturally forgotten by me after I woke up from the dream?"
"What the hell is this Ouroboros Immortality Lock?"
In the dream, he didn't know how long the time had passed, and he was just walking alone in the dream.
From the lonely city to the desert, from the desert to the dream imperial capital, to the dream Heyang City, and then to the original Yancheng.
The scenery in the dream kept changing according to his thoughts, but what remained the same was that no matter where he went, there was no one. It was like a cage with only him.
In the dream, I didn't know how long the time was, nor how long he had been walking, before he stopped in a daze.
Maybe a few days, maybe a few months?
In the past, he acted without any taboos. He didn't have to think about whether he would offend the powerful, and he didn't have to weigh the pros and cons. He just followed his heart and just did whatever he wanted, doing it recklessly.
And the price he has to pay is just physical aging.
But now he knows that every time he dies, he will be imprisoned in his dream for decades?
It didn't matter if he couldn't remember his dreams before, but now he couldn't pretend that he didn't know everything.
"Why bother?" He suddenly felt discouraged.
Just like a social worker passing by school and suddenly hearing the class bell ringing, he subconsciously thought that he was late, but then he realized that he had graduated long ago.
Qiao Mu has always considered himself a young man, but who knew he was actually an amnesiac man over two hundred years old?
"I have been living in ignorance for more than two hundred years, and now I realize that I am already an old man."
"What am I trying to do? Now my face is full of wrinkles, how can I pretend to be an elder? No, I'm not pretending to be an elder. I'm really an elder."
Qiao Mu felt inexplicably cold-hearted and felt no interest.