Chapter 271
He raised his big foot and crushed half of the paper man completely with one kick.
As an old man, he aspires to a thousand miles; as a martyr, in his old age, his ambition is endless.
Taizu Dayan, who had not suffered a defeat for more than two hundred years, felt the desire to fight after experiencing a disastrous defeat.
"Qiao Jin sees me as a mirror, why can't I see him as a mirror?" Taizu Yan said to himself:
"The life of an immortal person is still very long, let's wait and see."
The 600-year-old immortal Qiao Jin can let go of his seniority and learn Qinggong from the Eight-Armed Heavenly Dragon, the swordsmanship to banish immortals, and the strange new techniques from the Martial Saint.
Why can't he?
"Qiao Jin, you have your ideas, and I also have my pride."
Qiao Mu didn't take the dynasty's hegemony seriously, but in Yan Shenji's eyes, this was his obsession.
"Now that the palace has experienced such drastic changes, and even strangers have died in my hands, the Xianmen Dao Sect will definitely take action..."
"Emperor Yonghe has passed away. The most important thing now is to establish a new king to stabilize the situation."
Thinking of this, Yan Shenji had a headache again.
The descendant of Emperor Yonghe? Although there are a group of princes, with Yonghe Emperor Zhuyu in front, the princes he trained are actually embarrassing to use.
...
When the sky was dark, Qiao Mu and his party had arrived at Dong Xinglin Medical Center on the outskirts of the imperial capital.
In the medical center.
"What? Divine Doctor Dong is wandering around? Why did you choose this moment? He was still there yesterday." Hai Siyuan said in a hurry:
"When will Divine Doctor Dong return?"
"Teacher, he didn't mention the return date. But before he left, he did mention that if General Hai comes looking for me, he has something to give, which may help Mr. Hai stay for another half day."
The middle-aged doctor took out a brocade box and handed it into Hai Siyuan's hand.
Hai Siyuan hurriedly opened the brocade box, and after seeing clearly what was inside, his pupils trembled, his hand trembled, and he almost knocked over the brocade box.
Qiao Mu looked intently and saw a meat ball about half the size of a fist in the brocade box. It was opening and shrinking slightly like a living creature, breathing up and down.
"Why are you so surprised?" Hai Wuya looked at his son with a strange look:
"Didn't Divine Doctor Dong tell you this? Didn't he mention his identity?"
"What did you say?" Hai Siyuan was also confused.
"Is his identity another member of the Wu Jihui?" Qiao Mu interjected:
"I know this thing is a kind of healing medicine in Wujihui. It's called Spiritual Flesh Pill. It can be used to treat physical injuries."
"But I didn't know that this thing is so magical that even a terminally ill person like you, Hai Wuya, can forcibly extend his life."
"Wu Ji Hui's Soul and Flesh Pill?" Hai Wuya shook his head:
"Ordinary spirit and flesh pills don't have such magical effects."
"But if it's the Spiritual Flesh Pill that Mr. Wu Qizheng personally refined, that's not necessarily the case."
Wu Qizheng?
Qiao Mu picked up the meatballs in the brocade box, weighed and felt it carefully, and suddenly came to a conclusion in his heart:
The original owner of this mass of flesh and blood also had quite good qi and blood. Although not as good as him, he was already equivalent to a top-grade qi and blood among martial artists.
Of course, even a martial artist with a high level of qi and blood would not be able to cut off flesh and blood at will like Wu Qizheng.
"Cut your own flesh to extend the life of others? What kind of living Bodhisattva?" Qiao Mu muttered.
This is limited by Wu Qizheng's special physique. Even Qiao Mu, who has also practiced flesh and blood, cannot do such a thing.
"Mr. Qiao, please keep this matter confidential." Hai Wuya smiled and said:
"Mr. Wu Qizheng has secretly left Wu Jihui. He should be the only one of the seventy-two sages who deceived Wu Shengren and escaped."
"I know."
"As for this pill of spirit and flesh, it is actually of no use to me anymore. I don't need half a day to spare." Hai Wuya smiled and put the brocade box in his hand into his eldest son's hand.
Wu Qizheng's Spiritual Flesh Pill is of little significance to Qiao Mu today.
After all, Qiao Mu can also change his flesh and blood, and although Wu Qizheng is also a super-grade martial artist with Qi and blood, his total Qi and blood is not as good as Qiao Mu, so his flesh and blood has very limited effect on Qiao Mu.
But for Hai Siyuan, it is the holy medicine for healing and life-extending medicine.
If used properly, it can be worth half a life.
Hai Siyuan also heard what Hai Wuya Tuogu meant, so he naturally did not refuse.
"Hai Wuya, do you still have any unfulfilled wishes?" Qiao Mu asked.
In fact, logically speaking, "Qiao Jin" is a stranger from the Qiao family who met Hai Wuya for the first time, and is not considered an acquaintance.
But things have come to this, and Qiao Mu doesn’t act that much anymore.
"Wish..." Hai Wuya just smiled lightly when he heard this:
"I already got my wish."
His biggest wish was to see the "Human Dao Jing" come out, and this has come true.
After seeing the "Human Dao Sutra", his second wish was that the "Human Dao Sutra" would not stop at the theory of martial arts. He wanted to see with his own eyes the strong men who had practiced the "Human Dao Sutra" to a high level.
So two generations of the Qiao family, Qiao Shuangtuo and Qiao Jin, entered the palace one after another.
The battle between Qiao Jin and Taizu Dayan is a battle between the ancient martial arts and the martial arts of the "Human Dao Jing".
And he had witnessed the outcome of this battle with his own eyes.
Now, he only feels that his wish has been fulfilled and he has no regrets in life.
"It seems to be getting brighter. Help me to walk outside the medical center." Hai Wuya let his eldest son support him and walked slowly outside the medical center.
Dong Xinglin's medical clinic is located on the outskirts of the imperial capital, where powerless civilians live.
It was early in the morning, and on the streets outside the hospital, ordinary people who had gotten up early were already walking on the streets, in twos and threes, preparing to go to Caishikou for the market.
These people are far away from the emperor.
The dramatic changes in the palace last night seemed to have nothing to do with their lives. This morning they were still as usual, ordinary and busy.
Hai Wuya watched this scene quietly without saying a word, but his eyelids gradually became heavy and half-closed.
Hai Siyuan was supporting him while he stood, but now he couldn't help but ask:
"Father, have you had a hard time these past few years?"
"Some people in the imperial capital say that your name comes from 'the boundless sea of learning', but your life experience is more like 'the boundless sea of suffering'."
This is actually a question that Hai Siyuan has buried in his heart for a long time.
Since ancient times, it is difficult to have both loyalty and filial piety. He guarded the isolated city at the age of twenty, and did not leave the desert until he was in his sixties.
And his old father's situation was no better than his. He entered the sky prison early and stayed in the sky prison for a full thirty years.
Even before he died, he was arrested by Emperor Yonghe and almost went to heaven for the third time.
Hai Siyuan felt somewhat guilty in his heart.
"The sea of learning has no limit? The sea of suffering has no limit?" Hai Wuya still smiled lightly.
In his lifetime...
In his early years, he was a scholar who read books from sages and sages. His lifelong pursuit was to "learn well and become an official", but he failed in the imperial examination for many years.
Later, he met a young martial arts sage, who instructed him to go to the Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts, first practice martial arts, and then become an official.
This is a rather tortuous road to becoming an official. First, you should abandon the dignity of being a scholar and learn martial arts. After becoming famous, you can join the imperial court and join the army, and then switch from being a military attache to a civilian official.
Most people are really not good at playing this game.
However, Hai Wuya became a man. After many hardships, he reached the second rank when he reached middle age. He was an important minister of the dynasty and the Minister of Rites.
But before he could wear his official hat for a few days and enjoy his blessings for a few days, the alien war came.
When he entered the Heavenly Prison, he was a high-spirited and important minister of the court, and when he left the Heavenly Prison, he was an old man with stars on his temples.
Until now.
If you look at it from the perspective of others, his life has been busy and turbulent. On the surface, he is a second-rank official, but he has never enjoyed the blessings of a high official for a few years.
That’s why the world calls him “the sea of suffering has no limit.”
"Others laugh at me for living a miserable life, but I don't feel miserable." Hai Wuya recalled:
"When I was young, I read the books of sages and wanted to become an official. Later, I reached the second rank and became a minister."
"When I was in Tianlao in middle age, I only wanted to create a "Sutra of Mount Sumeru King", and later I got my wish."
"In his later years, the two stars on the temples met again as father and son. They witnessed the emergence of the "Human Dao Sutra" with their own eyes and saw the peerless master who practiced the "Human Dao Sutra" and surpassed the founding ancestor of Dayan."
"Everything I have ever wanted in my life has been realized with my own hands. At this point in my life, what else do I want? Why bother?"
Hai Siyuan and others listened silently to the old man's ramble without interrupting.
His life is indeed full of suffering, but who in the world is relaxed now?
There is no end to the sea of suffering. This is an objective fact that does not depend on human will or subjective attitude.
But he was so loyal that he saw no suffering, only contentment.
"Qiao Jin, Mr. Qiao. Let me ask you again, at what level have you reached the level of your "Human Dao Jing" cultivation?" Hai Wuya asked again.
"The eighth floor." Qiao Mu said.
At the age of 60, he began to practice the "Sumi Mountain King Sutra". At the age of 508, he deduced the "Human Way Sutra" to the eighth level and successfully entered it.
"The eighth floor?" Hai Wuya said to himself:
"It seems that your physical body's energy and blood have not reached the point where it is perfect and intact."
"It seems that the "Human Tao Ching" has greater opportunities for progress than I originally expected."
He smiled slightly and looked at the common people walking through the streets and alleys in front of him, listening to them saying hello and gossiping about their family affairs.
"Humanity is in order." Hai Wuya said slowly.
"Humanity has me, so it's natural for me to do so." Qiao Mu continued.
"The Qiao family is always so high-spirited, and generations are the same..." Hai Wuya's voice became lower and lower, until it was almost inaudible, and his eyelids finally closed.
...
There is an extra grave beside the apricot grove outside the medical center on the outskirts of the city.
The breeze blows, the apricot forest sways with the wind, the apricot flowers bloom into a sea, and the faint fragrance is gently raised by the wind.
The tombstone in front of the grave reads:
The founder of humanity, the tomb of Hai Wuya.
The epitaph reads: There is no limit to the sea of suffering, and we can only cross it by ourselves.
Chapter 278 Kyushu Chaos (6k
The last years of Yonghe.
Qiao Jin and Qiao Shuangtuo of the longevity Qiao family, a powerful martial arts clan, led more than 200 rebels into the palace to assassinate Emperor Yonghe. Emperor Yonghe died in the Jinluan Palace.
The second day.
The young prince, who was only fourteen years old, succeeded to the throne and was given the reign name "Wu Ping".
...
"From now on, you will be Emperor Wu Ping."
Taizu Yan touched the little emperor's head and said softly.
The many descendants of Emperor Yonghe were basically useless, and none of them could catch the eye of Taizu Yan.
Therefore, Yan Taizu chose the youngest prince, who was only fourteen years old and still underage.
Although it is difficult to say whether it is right or wrong to put a half-grown boy on the throne at this juncture.