Chapter 296
If Qing Li was an ordinary rebel leader, she wouldn't have to take the blame.
But she knew everything in her heart, and she had indeed made her choice... As a pawn of the Immortal Sect, she felt that she could not escape the blame.
Yu Li said that she was timid in close proximity to her hometown, which was actually not accurate.
It was not that she was timid about being close to her hometown, but that after her hands were stained with blood, she felt that she could no longer face the elders in the village.
"The ghost spirit left in the village seems to have disappeared... I don't know what happened in Xishan Village..."
"That's all, let's do our best first." Qing Li's eyes became firm again:
"The land of gold, the philosopher's stone...I don't know what's so magical about it."
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Above the clouds.
Dao Ziyushan and the other two monks were flying back to the sect.
Yushan looked very calm, while the other two people behind him were somewhat uneasy.
After all...all the hundred spiritual beasts died in the battle, and Daozi Yushan also lost a Fierce Cloud Tiger. He was obviously trying to deal with a group of mortals, but in the end he failed, allowing the Qiao family to leave successfully.
The sect's affairs were not handled well and they suffered a lot of losses, so they were naturally uneasy.
Only the leader, Yu Shan, was calm: "Don't think too much, the matter has been accomplished. It doesn't matter whether those ordinary warriors are dead or alive. King Yu's side is what matters. The sect's affairs have been taken care of."
"Senior Brother Yushan." The monk next to him couldn't help but ask:
"Then why is the Feather King so important? Our losses are not small."
Yushan glanced at them.
"Forget it, now that things have come to this, I might as well tell you a little bit of the inside story."
"Have you ever heard of the legend of Jingwei reclaiming the sea?"
"In ancient times, there was a goddess named Jingwei who drowned in the East China Sea."
"After she drowned, her soul turned into a jingwei bird. Every day she carried stones and branches in her mouth, vowing to fill up the East China Sea forever."
"There is another legend about Jingwei's reclamation of the sea."
"Later Jingwei met a petrel and gave birth to a son. The female was like Jingwei and the male was like petrel..."
The two monks were confused after listening to Yu Shan's words. They didn't quite understand why the Taoist suddenly started telling folk tales.
"What if I say that this Jingwei bird is real?" Yushan smiled and said:
"The legendary Jingwei bird was transformed by the soul of the goddess Jingwei after her death. The original Jingwei bird was determined to fill up the East China Sea with wood and stones. If the sea is uneven, the filling will continue."
"And the Jingwei bird transformed by her soul can even give birth to new Jingwei bird descendants."
"Do you understand?"
"The innate magical power of this Jingwei divine bird is that the soul left behind after death can turn the void into reality, and can even give birth to offspring. Isn't this the resurrection of a demon after death?"
"If the East China Sea is not fair, the Jingwei will never stop. In other words, if the obsession is not extinguished, the soul can live on forever."
"It is said that the original Jingwei bird lived for tens of thousands of years. It was not until tens of thousands of years later that great changes occurred and the East China Sea dried up in ancient times, that the original Jingwei bird died."
"Isn't this what our immortal cultivators have been seeking all their lives, a kind of immortality?"
Chapter 295 How many years are the Qiao family ahead of the original version? (4k
Inside Taoyuan Villa, in a small room.
Qiao Mu stared at Wu Rulong in front of him expressionlessly, his eyes suddenly narrowed, as sharp as a blade.
Just the gaze gave Wu Rulong in front of him a sense of threat all over his body, like thorns piercing his back. Goosebumps appeared on the skin of his body. The skin on his neck was scratched by the invisible sword edge, leaving faint blood stains.
"It's not necessarily a good thing if the god-refining warrior's intuition is too strong, right?" Qiao Mu said with a smile.
When Qiao Mu was in jail, Wayne, the best man in the world, had no way to deal with Qiao Mu, who was not afraid of death, and found it difficult to interrogate and extract a confession.
Now the situation is very different.
Wu Rulong, as a first-grade god-refining martial artist, has very keen intuition. At this moment, he felt an extremely strong threat to his life. It was like a mouse seeing a cat. His whole body had a strong stress reaction, his heartbeat accelerated, his blood vessels tightened, and his face did not look good. .
"If you have anything to say, just say it. Ask quickly." Wu Rulong's tone was firm and his expression was cold:
"Since your skills in witnessing are so high, even if I hesitated and deceived for a moment, you would surely have discovered it in time."
"Then let's get started."
"Name?"
"Wu Rulong."
"gender?"
"...Don't you know how to read it yourself?"
"You mean you are inviting me to see your..."
"Damn it, don't! Man! I'm a man!!!!"
"Age? Martial arts training?"
"24 years old, first-class."
"The qualifications are acceptable." Qiao Mu, the world's top expert, expressed his annoyance and said in an old-fashioned way:
"Young man, when I was your age, my martial arts level... I mean my martial arts cultivation level was nine times that of yours."
But there was nothing wrong with Wu Rulong's words.
After all, the Qiao Mu in front of him was only about thirty years old in appearance, and his martial arts cultivation had surpassed that of Wu Qiankun. He was obviously a genius when he was young.
Wu Rulong raised his chin slightly and said:
"The Taotie Devouring Heaven Technique is a technique in which iron sharpens iron to sharpen a sharp edge. If the level of spiritual cultivation is not enough, you will definitely die, so I have entered the first level."
"Furthermore, at my age, Sword Exorcist is already a superb warrior who ranks at the top of the hero list."
This Wu Rulong seemed humble, but in fact he was very arrogant. He subconsciously compared himself with the Jian Banxian... Qiao Mu nodded.
In the era forty years ago, there were only a dozen super-class warriors in the whole of Jiuzhou. Once they entered the super-class, they would be at the top of the hero list.
Yan Taizu, who lived in seclusion and did not enter the world or enter the list, was definitely a minority.
With Qiao Mu's current perspective, he would review Jian Zexian again... That syphilis player had his peak period in his prime. After his prime, he was no longer as good as before, and his qi and blood and internal strength declined all the way.
The most embarrassing thing was that he couldn't even use the sword-drawing technique that made him famous. He was an old impotent man.
Although his state of mind had some breakthroughs in his later years, it was already difficult for a good cook to cook without rice, and he himself had suffered the bitter fruit of the previous decades of slacking. He was willing but not strong enough, and finally died physically.
Despite this, Jian Zexian was still a top warrior who was famous in Jiuzhou, and martial arts geniuses like Wu Rulong also subconsciously used him as a benchmark.
"What is your position in the Wu Ji Association?"
"I am a disciple of the Martial Saint. I don't care about internal affairs. I only practice martial arts and fight. I am ranked 50th among the 72 sages. The Martial Saint believes that I am the best in Jiuzhou's spearmanship."
Qiao Mu stared at Wu Rulong quietly, feeling that he did not lie.
The Martial Saint spent decades to find 3,000 martial arts geniuses, and then bloodily selected 72 sages from them...these 72 sages are not mediocre.
And people like Wu Rulong are the best spearmanship genius in Jiuzhou according to the Martial Saint's vision.
"Since he is one of the 72 sages, why is he so weak?" Qiao Mu asked.
Wu Rulong's eyes twitched.
"Why do you ask when you already know the answer?" Wu Rulong said calmly:
"There is no hero list in the Tingchao Tower's martial arts list that is ranked by strength, only four lists of strength, strength, skills and gods."
"So, the seventy-two sages in the Wu Ji Hui are naturally not ranked by strength, which is meaningless."
The Martial Saint has many disciples, but no matter how strong they are, they are not as strong as the Martial Saint, and no one who can compare with the Martial Saint has been born.
From the perspective of the Martial Saint, the ranking of the seventy-two sages is naturally not based on the strength of the martial arts cultivation at the moment, but on the talents of many martial arts geniuses in his judgment.
So Hai Wuya, a martial artist who only entered the fourth rank in his peak period and declined to the ninth rank in his later years, is also among the seventy-two sages.
The logic of the Tingchao Tower martial arts list is actually similar.
After the alien war forty years ago, the hero list lost its meaning.
With such a big immortal gate standing above your head, it's a bit funny to rank the world's number one here... Why are you holding a beauty pageant in this small circle?
The four lists of strength, power, skills and gods are for the warriors who have gone the farthest in exploring the four ways of martial arts.
Although it is not directly related to strength, those who are ranked at the top of the four lists cannot be weak.
Whether it is Tingchao Tower or the Martial Saint, they all have a common understanding of martial arts:
What Kyushu needs today is not a warrior with strong strength, but a pioneer who has made achievements in the exploration of martial arts, or a genius with great potential.
In his lifetime, the strongest warrior in Kyushu is far from being a match for the immortal cultivator, so the level of martial arts is not so important.
Qiao Mu thought about it and asked again: "How many super-quality products are there in the Wu Ji Club?"
"I don't care about internal affairs, and I don't know this question either." Wu Rulong said calmly.
Qiao Mu's eyes turned cold, Wu Rulong's neck skin was cut open, blood was flowing, and goose bumps appeared all over his body.
Wu Rulong added: "Although I don't know, I think it is at least in the double digits, and after the appearance of Taotie Swallowing Heaven, the number of super-class warriors will certainly increase greatly."
"Some of the super-class warriors in the whole Jiuzhou are the people of the Martial Saint, and the other part are the mortal enemies of the Martial Saint."
He secretly thought in his heart that if he had not fallen into Qiao Mu's hands this time, with his qualifications and temperament, it would only be a matter of time for him to enter the super-class.
"You just said that Taotie Swallowing Heaven was derived from Wu Shengling Xi Jue, so why can't I intuitively sense Wu Qiankun and you after practicing Wu Shengling Xi Jue?" Qiao Mu asked.
Practitioners of Wu Shengling Xi Jue can sense each other.
But for some reason, practitioners of Taotie Swallowing Heaven seem to be out of this intuitive sense.
"You have to ask the Martial Saint who created the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Art about this question." Wu Rulong thought for a moment and said:
"In my opinion, this may be because... In the eyes of the Martial Saint, it is meaningless for the practitioners of the Martial Spiritual Rhinoceros Art to continue to kill each other."
"So the Martial Saint deliberately removed this part. With the Martial Saint's current vision and strength, the upper third-grade martial artists who practiced the Martial Spiritual Rhinoceros Art in the world must be of little use to him."
"He no longer needs to use this to track down weak martial artists, and no longer hopes that a martial arts master who can match him will emerge among the later ones."
Qiao Mu suddenly realized.
When he continued to interrogate, he kept hitting a wall.
As for more secrets within the Wu Ji Society, Wu Rulong either said that he had no knowledge or said that he had nothing to say, even if he threatened.
Qiao Mu felt like a tiger trying to eat the sky, and he had no idea where to start.
After all, interrogation was not his specialty. Qiao Mu's specialty was beating people to death, or being beaten to death.
"Senior Qiao." Hai Siyuan, who was standing next to him, suggested: "Perhaps, we can try to ask Wayne to come? He is the best detective in the world, and he is best at interrogation." "Isn't he in the imperial capital? Can you contact him?" Qiao Mu asked. "It will take some time." Hai Siyuan said:
"I can immediately use flying pigeons to pass the message, contact Wayne's subordinates in Southwest State, and then ask his subordinate Hongyan to pass the message..."
Qiao Mu put his hand on his forehead after hearing this.
The immortal sect here is cultivating immortality, but as a result, the martial arts people are still playing the tricks of flying pigeons and wild geese to pass messages.
"Let Wu Rulong be locked up for now. How to pry more things out of his mouth? Let the professionals decide whether to kill or keep him alive."
Qiao Mu stood up and walked out of the door, leaving with his hands behind his back.
At the same time, a voice sounded in Hai Siyuan's heart behind him:
"Flying pigeons pass messages, and swan geese pass messages, it's too slow."
"Let me teach you a new, more convenient thing."
Hai Siyuan was slightly startled. He noticed that Qiao Mu did not speak out, but the voice appeared directly in his heart...
"This is a secret transmission...isn't that right?"
"It's a little improvement I made after combining Li Changge's "Military Dao Lingxi Jue" and Wu Shengren's "Martial Spirit Rhinoceros Jue", plus transmitting the message into the secret." Qiao Mu said.