Chapter 226
In the next second, his injuries had healed and he was standing at full strength again.
He looked at the Changsheng Fist Sutra in his hand and continued to talk to himself:
"Theoretically, it is possible for both practitioners to practice together, but it is only a theoretical possibility..."
"But even if there is only one in a thousand chances of success, I can keep trying and making mistakes until I find the theoretical solution."
The time of the tree is very long, and he will not die in the dream, so you can build it as hard as you can and become possessed by it.
"In order to make the two exercises compatible with fellow practitioners, Hai Wuya's "Sumishan King Sutra" probably needs to be greatly revised..." Qiao Mu said to himself:
"No, it is not a major change. Because this "Sutra of Mount Sumeru King" is originally a rough creation and is not perfect."
"This is not called major changes, this is called improvements."
With a thought, the surrounding scenery changed again.
At this time, Qiao Mu was in the military arsenal in the lonely city in the desert.
The arsenal of the old white-headed soldiers contained many martial arts skills of the masters in the army forty years ago. Later, before Qiao Mu rushed to the imperial capital, the old man of the arsenal put all the classics in the arsenal and handed them to him in a storage bag.
Qiao Mu briefly scanned it, and then remembered it all through the powerful memory of the second-grade Lian Shen, and now it appeared in the dream.
Although the number of martial arts in Gucheng's arsenal is not small, the most advanced among them are the nine kinds of divine skills including Li Changge's "Military Martial Arts Code".
In fact, these skills are not as good as Wudang's secret skill "Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu", so they fell into Qiao Mu's hands and were kept at the bottom of the box for collection.
But now in his dream, he had the idea of reading through it carefully in order to draw parallels.
The martial arts sage collects martial arts from all over the world, and Hai Wuya also needs to read a lot of books in prison. The martial arts of these predecessors, no matter whether they are advanced or superficial, will become the nourishment for them to deduce the techniques.
Now what Qiao Mu wants to do is the same thing.
"In the past, I had been studying in Haiwuya Tianlao for thirty years and created the Sutra of the King of Mount Sumeru."
"Now, I have eighty years..."
Hai Wuya must be very careful when deducing his skills, because he has to stay alive and not get carried away, so he is very conservative when deducing his skills. He is completely crossing the river step by step by feeling for the stones.
Qiao Mu was different. He could jump directly into the river in front of him.
If you drown, it means that the water is too deep and your practice has gone awry.
Then after resurrecting, change your position and jump into the river again until you find the shallow water area, then go deeper into the river little by little until you reach the other side!
....
Two days later, Qiao Mu's luck went crazy. The meridians in both arms were severed and he was bleeding profusely.
After the suicide refresh, Qiao Mu looked at the books in his hands and thought seriously for a long time:
"It doesn't matter if this road doesn't work. Every trial and error is the accumulation of future success."
“It can be used for next time!”
Half a day later, Qiao Mu exercised his skills again with full confidence. This time, his arms were fine, but his body temperature was out of balance and his whole body was on fire. His body was already in chaos. As a last resort, he opened his mind again and ended his sinful life.
Three days later, Qiao Mu's head exploded, and red and white blood flowed all over the floor. This was the first time that he went crazy and died instantly.
But in the next second, his whole body returned to normal, and he held his head with one hand and fell into deep thought.
Thanks to the high concentration of deep dreams, he was immersed in the deduction technique and temporarily forgot the passage of time.
In the first year, he would go crazy every other day and a half. His body would be severely or slightly injured, or he would die suddenly on the spot. Each time, he would commit suicide and start over again.
In one year, he died hundreds of times due to obsession.
But after dying hundreds of times, even if he could be resurrected continuously, Qiao Mu could not help but feel a little restless.
As soon as I thought about it, a figure holding a long sword appeared in front of my eyes. It was King Qin.
"Anyway, let's beat King Qin first to relieve the pressure."
"He's dead, it's all your fault." Qiao Mu punched King Qin in the face, beating him into a pig's head, causing his nose to be bruised and his face to be swollen.
In fact, this is not the real King of Qin, but the King of Qin in Qiao Mu's imagination, so his strength is not equal to the real King of Qin, and he can be pinched and flattened by Qiao Mu in his dream.
After beating King Qin for half an hour, Qiao Mu finally felt comfortable and began to think about how to practice the two techniques at the same time.
Life in Qiaomu in the dream was very monotonous, and time passed by in a hurry while practicing, reading, and deducing the exercises.
Days are a circle, and his life in dreams is a series of ellipses, monotonous and repetitive.
..
"You can't fall in love with your job even if you work for several years."
"After practicing martial arts for two hundred years, I still feel that practicing martial arts is a boring and difficult process..."
Qiao Mu said to himself in the mirror.
For ordinary people, practicing martial arts is like practicing in winter and practicing in summer. It is watered by sweat year after year. Who would regard this process as enjoyment?
Not that he would, anyway.
"Pretend to have three pussy in the summer and thirty-nine pussy in the winter. This is called enjoyment." Qiao Mu said to himself in front of the mirror.
I look older in the mirror, and the wrinkles on my forehead and between my eyebrows are probably enough to trap mosquitoes.
At this time, ten years had passed since he fell into the dream. During these ten years, he had developed the habit of talking to himself.
His mind sank into the Immortality Lock, and a piece of information emerged.
Current age: 225 years old
Qi and blood: 15%
In the past ten years, he not only practiced martial arts, but also practiced the "Sumishan King Sutra". Sometimes he also practiced "Dragon's Eight Steps" and other martial arts as an adjustment.
Therefore, his physical body is still strong, and his Qi and blood have not declined, but the ratio has declined.
But he still hadn't found the way to practice the two skills at the same time as he imagined, and he couldn't help but feel restless. Even if he beat King Qin a hundred times, he still couldn't feel better.
Twenty years.
Thirty years.
Every year, the dream arbor goes crazy and commits suicide hundreds of times.
When the time reaches the thirtieth year, the tree in the dream has died tens of thousands of times.
This means that on the way to explore the way to practice both the "Longevity Boxing Sutra" and "Sumishan King Sutra", there are ten thousand trees and ten thousand martial arts masters with two hundred years of experience who failed to deduce the techniques and died. .
Also this year.
Qiao Mu, who was meditating with his eyes closed, opened his eyes again. He opened and closed his eyes repeatedly to check the conditions inside and outside his body, and then he came to a conclusion.
"It's done, I'm done? This time I didn't go crazy and went smoothly?"
There is no ecstasy.
There was only relief.
The emotion of joy has long faded away in the long monotonous years, and now Qiao Mu doesn't feel the slightest anger in his heart when he sees King Qin's face.
It's just that the goal is finally achieved, and I feel satisfied after all.
His mind sank into the Immortality Lock, and a piece of information emerged.
Death consumption life span: 80 (16*5) years (remaining 50 years)
Current age: 245 years old
Qi and blood: 10%
"Only one-tenth of the energy and blood left? No, that's not how the number looks like."
Qiao Mu stood up and clenched his fists.
"The meaning of this number is that when my blood returns to its peak of youth, it will be ten times stronger than it is now!"
As soon as I thought about it, a long table appeared in front of me, a stack of white paper, and a brush in my hand.
The Qiaomu pen moved like a dragon and a snake, quickly writing down line after line of handwriting.
This stack of white paper automatically turned the pages in the dream without wind, and finally turned into half a thread-bound book.
After thirty years of major changes, the current martial arts technique has significant differences compared with the "Longevity Boxing Sutra" or "Sumishan King Sutra".
But only half of it, not the whole book.
This new martial arts technique is just like Hai Wuya's "Sumishan King Sutra". It only has the first few layers, and it will have to be deduced on its own in the future.
"The technique is complete, but what should it be called?"
The brush in Qiao Mu's hand stayed on the cover of the book in his hand for a long time, and finally he wrote a few big words.
"The Book of Humanity"
This martial arts technique is not a peerless martial art practiced by a genius. It requires extremely high qualifications... because Qiao Mu himself is not a genius.
The fact that he can practice it means that other martial artists with ordinary qualifications can also practice as long as they follow his path.
This is a tree grown by ten thousand martial arts masters with ordinary qualifications, watered with their lives, a martial arts tree belonging to mortals.
Then, it is also very suitable to name it after the "Human Dao Jing" that Hai Wuya has been thinking about.
Of course... Although the "Human Dao Jing" has been completed, it is only half of it. It can only be regarded as a prototype, and it should not reach the level of perfection in Hai Wuya's mind.
But this does not prevent Qiao Mu from registering his name.
When writing these words, Qiao Mu finally felt a touch of joy in his heart.
It seems to be thirty years. If it were put to the outside world, it would probably not be deduced in three hundred years.
After all, if we add all the martial artists in Kyushu over the past 300 years, it is impossible to have 10,000 martial arts masters with 200 years of martial arts experience.
"The Sutra of Humanity has been completed, then..." Qiao Mu thought of this, and the faint joy suddenly disappeared:
“There are still fifty years to go, and we’re not even halfway there yet.”
In the first thirty years, all his energy was focused on the deduction of the "Human Dao Jing".
Now that the technique is complete, his energy has dissipated and he has no motivation.
"There are still fifty years. How should I live these fifty years?" he said to himself.
He looked up at the sky. In his dream, the sky was vast and boundless, with only a big sun hanging high in the sky and no clouds in the sky.
Thirty years later, the goal has been achieved and the magic has been accomplished. Now he only has the urge to wake up from his dream and kill everyone.
Then the next fifty years will be much more difficult than the first thirty years.
.....
Qiao Mu tried to use martial arts to numb himself.
As long as he focuses on practicing martial arts, he can be immersed in it, highly focused, and fall into a state of flow.
Although the time of eighty years will not shorten by one second, he will have the illusion that time passes faster.
It's just that practicing martial arts is a hard process after all. Every time his physical strength is exhausted, he will also come out of the state of concentration.
So the many distracting thoughts that he forcibly put aside swallowed him up like an abyss.
At the Caishikou execution ground, King Qin looked at Qiao Mu who cut off one of his legs and asked him with a smile:
"Yes, but your life is gone, and so is Li Gongde's."
"Is it worth it?"
At that time, Qiao Mu did not waver for a second, and he did not waver for the first thirty years in the dream.
But at this time, some regret inevitably emerged in his heart.
"You have to pay a price for being a hero." He said to himself:
"If you are inferior in skill, you will die."
If ordinary people stand up, the price will be death.
Arbors will not die.
But after spending thirty or forty years in a dream, he now felt a little like dying.
This is the price he pays.
But he might not have appeared, he might not have come to the Great Qin Mansion.