Chapter 201
During the long night, he suddenly didn't know what to do.
He stood casually in the courtyard, and with a movement of his hand, he started to fight the longevity boxing that had been integrated into the body's muscle memory.
Just like in the dream.
Life was too boring, so I had no choice but to practice boxing to kill time.
"Just practice boxing. In the future, you will probably have to practice boxing in the real world. You have to get used to it." Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes.
He is immortal and can be resurrected endlessly even after death.
If at the beginning, he was worried that his energy and blood would become exhausted and dry up in old age, and he would become a "living dead", then in fact, he had already found a solution.
It's not the Changshengquan Sutra, but the Sumeru Mountain King Sutra.
As long as he continues to work diligently on the King of Sumeru Sutra and continues to advance the techniques to a higher level, he will be able to continue to increase his energy and blood and stay old.
Since you will be in jail after death, why not practice Qigong while you are still alive?
In the real world, you can rest while practicing martial arts, but in your dream, you will be imprisoned for decades.
"Let's just take the Gou Road. I'll live forever anyway. Who can survive me if I live for thousands of years?" Qiao Mu used to regard death as a shortcut. Now that he saw the nature of the shortcut clearly, he instinctively Feeling unwell...
Just like the innocent JK suddenly discovered that his body actually has a wealth of experience in being untouchable, Qiao Mu, who always thought he was still a teenager, suddenly discovered that he really had hundreds of years of memory and was really old, so naturally he had a grudge.
There is also a question that I have been thinking about in my dream for five years and have not come up with an answer to. It is always lingering in my mind.
"Ouroboros Immortality Lock...what on earth is it?"
Qiao Mu frowned and put the question aside, feeling a little irritated:
"It's been a boring day, so I might as well go to Xi'an Pass with Hai Wuya tomorrow. After all, as an elder of Qiao's family, I should be present."
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The second day.
The Minister of Rites, as the envoy of the Dayan court, went to Xi'an Pass to reward three hundred old soldiers, read out the decree of Emperor Yonghe, and will pay homage to the 100,000 heroes who died in the forty years of the Alien War in the forest of steles under Xi'an Pass.
The news spread like wildfire, and there seemed to be some thoughtful people adding fuel to the fire. Within a few days, it spread to almost all major cities in Zhongzhou.
The world has been suffering for a long time, and the people and martial arts circles are in a state of excitement. After all, the lone army that has persisted for forty years is really amazing.
Among them, there were also storytellers who listened to Chaolou and were moved by the news. They talked about the book in various cities and towns and told the story of the lonely city in the desert.
Along with Hai Wuya, there were countless warriors from all over the world who arrived at Anxi Town.
Since the death of Wu Shengren, all the martial arts in the world have been in silence. Only one "King of Qin" has the intention to take the lead, but it is still insufficient.
With an almost pilgrim mentality, they poured in from all regions of Zhongzhou and gathered in the small town under Xi'an Pass, preparing to meet these veterans who had been holding on for forty years and witness the Great Yan Ministry of Rites. Hosted the Heroic Soul Ceremony.
For a time, Anxi Town was overcrowded.
Not only Anxi Town, but also the Forest of Steles outside the town, which had been neglected for forty years, has seen many more people worshiping in these days.
There are passers-by, martial arts warriors, and tourists who come here...
Offerings of fruits and melons almost filled the entire forest of steles, and there were many pedestrians passing by. It was a grand event that had not been seen in forty years.
Among them, the ones in front of several new tombs were the most popular, with twenty or thirty people surrounding them.
Qiao Mu originally came to join in the fun and take a look, but when he saw the words on the grave, he immediately couldn't walk.
The writing on the tomb is "The tomb of Lu Yannan, the sword-banished immortal."
Next to him, there was a large circle of warriors in elegant costumes. They were worshiping in front of the grave and talking animatedly.
"Senior Sword Banished Immortal is the most extraordinary. He was the number one in the world forty years ago. He didn't want to lie dormant for forty years, but his edge is still the same. I heard that he turned into a sword in the end and pierced the sky. This allowed the soldiers and people of the isolated city to Get out."
The speaker was a slim woman in green clothes with a sword at her waist.
This woman was still young, and when she talked about the deeds of banishing immortals with swords, her eyes sparkled with peach blossoms, and she was obviously very admired.
"Having been dormant for forty years, one sword flashed across the nine continents. Even this sharp-edged immortal has to take a break from the limelight!" A burly man next to him continued:
"In my opinion, this Sword Exorcist is the worthy leader of martial arts. How can a man-eating demon like Wu Shengren have such a pattern?"
"It's a pity that he died after all. He turned his body into a sword, and his broken body fell into the hands of the immortal sect. I'm afraid that like the other hundred thousand heroic souls, there will be no peace after death."
"If there are still swords that banish immortals in this world, Jiuzhou warriors also have hope..."
"But the epitaph in front of the tomb of the Sword Exiled Immortal seems a bit wrong, right?" Someone suddenly said.
Qiao Mu didn't pay attention at first. When he heard this, he stepped forward and took a closer look, only to find that the epitaph was a short sentence.
Don’t ask about the common people, first ask about your own heart.
Do whatever you want, do whatever you want.
"Doing whatever you want is not a good word. Is that what I mean?" The woman with the sword was confused.
At this time, an old voice came from the side.
"It literally means that Lu Yannan, the sword-banished immortal, is not a good person to begin with."
Qiao Mu followed the sound and saw that the person coming was none other than Lu Yanbei, the elder brother of Jian Banxian, the Sanren of Mujian.
After not seeing him for many days, Lu Yanbei looked obviously haggard and seemed to have lost a little weight, but his old eyes were brighter and more determined than before.
"Why do seniors slander the heroes who died in the war so much?"
"He was never a hero." Lu Yanbei sighed:
"Don't compare him with a hundred thousand heroes, because he is not that kind of person."
"Don't ask about the common people, ask about your own heart first. Follow your heart and do whatever you want. From the beginning to the end, all he has in mind is what he knows and wants, and he just happens to be on the same front as the white-headed soldiers in Gucheng."
"The veterans of Dayan have great righteousness for their family and country, but they do not banish immortals with swords. If you want to pay homage to the dead, why not go to the graves of other heroes to pay homage." Lu Yanbei was dissatisfied with these martial arts warriors who came here because of their reputation. You're too polite. After three sentences, I already had the momentum to drive people away.
After all, Mujian Sanren was also a well-known martial arts master in Zhongzhou. Some of the martial artists recognized his identity, so there was no conflict and they just pulled him away in a hurry.
"Let's go, let's go to the graves of the Qiao family. We don't know what the Qiao family's epitaph will be..."
The crowd dispersed, and only Qiao Mu and Lu Yanbei were left in front of Jian Banxian's grave.
"Mr. Qiao laughed." Lu Yanbei nodded slightly, obviously not very interested:
"The world really wants to have a martial arts leader who takes the lead, but my brother is not suitable to be an idol on this altar."
Lu Yanbei looked a little tired.
The sword was banished to the immortal and turned into a sword, but was taken away by Elder Qingzhuo. This was naturally a big blow to him.
Chapter 227 Heroic Sacrifice (4k
Lu Yanbei looked a little depressed.
People cannot be resurrected after death, even immortal monks are no exception.
Although the Immortal monks have soul arresting methods, it is not a complete resurrection from the dead in the true sense. At best, it is just a trick to play with the soul.
Therefore, in Lu Yanbei's view, the mortal Sword Banished Immortal was indeed dead.
If he "lives" in the Immortal Sect in another way in the future, judging from Elder Qingzhuo's methods and style, it may not necessarily be a good thing.
"Perhaps someone is secretly fueling the flames and promoting the glorious deeds of the heroic souls who died in the war..." Lu Yanbei stood in front of the grave of the sword-banished immortal with a desolate expression.
"Many people came to An'an Town, including warriors and storytellers. They were all praising the hundreds of thousands of heroes who died in the war, as well as the Qiao family and my brother who died in the last battle."
"But I always feel that something is wrong. The Sword Banished Immortal in their minds is too radiant, but in fact it is different from the real him..."
Lu Yanbei said slowly.
The Sword Banished Immortal once became famous all over the world forty years ago. Although he disappeared after the Alien War, he has now become famous again, and his deeds in his youth have been recounted by interested people.
Therefore, the image of a mortal swordsman who hid his sword for thirty years and slashed the sky once has been deeply rooted in the imagination of the world.
In the eyes of the world, Jian Banxian is a swordsman with a tiger in his heart. He is just pretending to be dormant, just waiting to become famous one day.
This is exactly in line with the expectations of martial artists and ordinary people.
The world has been miserable for a long time, and such a character really meets their wishes, so he soon became one of the few names spread throughout Zhongzhou recently.
The other names are Qiao Shuangsen, Qiao Jisen, Qiao Jisen... and of course Hai Siyuan, the captain of the White-headed Soldiers.
"You mean, someone is creating characters for heroes who died in battle?" Qiao Mu muttered.
Creating characters is a very dangerous thing, because characters will collapse.
"Yes, they almost turned my brother into a saint..." Lu Yanbei spread his hands and smiled bitterly:
"Not just my brother, Mr. Qiao and your Qiao family actually have a similar image in everyone's minds now."
To be fair, he was certainly happy to be famous after his brother died in battle.
But the world worshiped the Sword Exiled Immortal as a saint, which made Lu Yanbei, who knew who his brother was, always feel a sense of awkwardness in his heart after hearing these compliments.
While the two were talking, another group of people walked slowly from a distance, still dressed as young Jianghu knights, with swords on their bodies.
"Is this the tomb of the best swordsman in the world who banished the immortal forty years ago?" someone exclaimed.
"The leader of the martial arts who has been hiding his sword for thirty years, the leader of the swordsmanship. If there are many swordsmen in this world who banish immortals, why worry about the rampant immortal sect?" someone sighed.
The discussion of these people was exactly the same as that of the group just now.
Lu Yanbei originally just listened quietly, but in the end he couldn't hold it back and retorted as before:
"Jian Banxian is not the kind of person you imagined. Don't put a high hat on him, he is not that great."
This time, no one recognized Lu Yanbei's identity as a famous figure in the generation. When these young rangers saw the old man slandering their respected ancestors in front of the grave of the Sword Banished Immortal, they almost pulled out their swords and blushed. Thick neck.
At this time, a group of people came from Wuyang Wuyang in the distance.
These are all officials from Dayan wearing official attire. The first one is Hai Wuya, the Minister of Rites, who is obviously attracted by the movement here.
Although Hai Wuya's martial arts level is not high, as a second-level official, he is naturally quite dignified.
When he arrived, people on both sides silently stopped arguing.
The young ranger even retreated far away, like a snake or a scorpion - martial arts warriors have always been secretly hostile to the high-ranking officials of the Great Yan court.
"Don't ask about the common people, ask about your own heart first. Follow your heart and do whatever you want... Is this the epitaph written by Mr. Lu Yanbei Lu himself?" Hai Wuya revealed Lu Yanbei's identity in one sentence, and the quarrel immediately stopped. , the rangers also looked embarrassed.
After arguing for a long time, it turned out that they were arguing with the brother of Jian Banxian?
But even though they were embarrassed, they were even more confused.
As an elder brother, why would you slander your younger brother as a person in front of his grave?
The sword banished the immortal and killed him in the lonely city. He transformed himself into a sword and slashed a piece of the sky. It was obviously a righteous act. Why did Lu Yanbei have this attitude instead?
Not only these young rangers don't understand, but also many other warriors and people in front of this Forest of Steles don't understand.
In recent days, countless martial artists from Zhongzhou have come here for his fame. As the martial arts leader of the previous generation, Jian Banxian has a great reputation. Therefore, the martial arts warriors who arrive in An'an Town naturally want to come to his grave to pay their respects to the heroes. .
And Lu Yanbei has been guarding the spirit of Anxi these days.
During this period of time, he had driven away countless waves of people. If he hadn't been quite famous and the brother of the Sword Banished Immortal, he would have been stabbed in the back.
Even so, it also left an impression in the minds of the world that "the brothers who were banished by swords were at odds with each other, and the elder brother was causing trouble in front of the younger brother's grave."
"The veterans of Great Yan are willing to sacrifice their lives to fight in danger, but the sword-banishing immortals are not the soldiers of Great Yan." Hai Wuya said slowly:
"What the world longs for is a hero who turns his body into a sword and cuts through the sky. As for who the hero is, it's actually not that important."
"And what Mr. Lu has been doing is actually just to let you think of the Sword Exorcist as a person, not a hero."
Lu Yanbei blinked his eyes and sighed slightly to express his approval.
"My brother has never talked about the great cause of defeating immortals with force..."
The veterans of Dayan have great righteousness and are willing to sacrifice their lives to fight, but it is different to banish an immortal with a sword.
The common people, the righteousness of the family and the country are a big but empty concept to the lonely Jian Banxian.
Therefore, for thirty years, he has not been able to understand the veterans who sacrificed their lives over the past thirty years.
Jian Banxian never cared about the righteousness of his family and country. He cared about specific people, his brother who supported each other until old age, rather than the big and empty concept of ordinary people.
If you don't love yourself, how can you love others?
Love specific people first, and then mention the righteousness of the common people, otherwise it will inevitably be empty.
Hai Wuya nodded in approval, looking at the vast forest of steles in front of him with sadness in his heart:
"The martyrs who have defended the isolated city for forty years are indeed respectable, but even among the hundreds of thousands of people who died in the battle, not all of them have noble character and personal morality."