Chapter 298
After all, as a seven-hundred-year-old warrior with mediocre qualifications, Qiao Mu's foundation is too solid.
If you take a question and ask the scholar with the best grades, the scholar will certainly be able to answer your question, but you may not be able to follow the scholar's problem-solving ideas.
But if you take a question and ask it to a hard-working academic master who has been trained through the question sea strategy, the academic master can often answer it perfectly.
Hard-working academics may not be much smarter than ordinary people, but they are trained through problem-solving tactics. Academics have pondered over all the doubts and difficulties, so they can naturally understand each other.
And Qiao Mu is a 725-year-old repeater who is unparalleled in Kyushu. When the principal comes, he has to call him "Sheng Ye". Who has more experience than him?
Teaching a few fresh graduates will naturally make them familiar and comfortable.
In the eyes of Long Shankong and others, this effortless posture was like the style of a great master.
"Senior Qiao Long's understanding of martial arts is really beyond my reach."
"I have been practicing martial arts for fifty years, but today I realized that I had taken a detour. Senior Qiao Lun was a life-saving grace for me and a gift for reinvention. I will never forget it in this life."
"My "Human Dao Jing" has broken through the first level!"
In just three days of martial arts training, these Jianghu guests have already gained something. Some of them even made breakthroughs in martial arts overnight and were ecstatic.
By the fourth day.
The injuries on the heroes have healed a lot.
Some of the Jianghu guests who were slightly injured have recovered from their injuries and have regained their mobility, but no one is willing to leave.
They have all tasted the sweetness and regard this Taoyuan Villa as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Who is willing to leave?
....
It was early morning on the fifth day.
The trees were sitting quietly under the peach blossom forest as usual.
The fat cat Wu Chang transformed into a cat form and lay quietly at his feet, purring softly.
This fat cat, every time Qiao Mu gave a martial arts lecture, she stayed very close to him, and even sat directly on Qiao Mu's lap, serving as a first-class seat.
As a result, she didn't listen carefully, everything went in from the left ear and out from the right ear. She even regarded it as a lullaby and slept soundly every time.
Qiao Mu didn't care. After all, although she could talk, she was just a little kitten.
At this time, the martial arts lecture had not yet begun, but Long Shankong came alone in advance.
"Long Shankong? What's the matter?" Qiao Mu raised his eyes.
In the past few days, he naturally also found out the details of Long Shankong and other Jianghu guests.
Speaking of which, Long Shankong is not an ordinary person. As the grandson of the Eight-Armed Heavenly Dragon, he is twenty-nine years old this year and has reached the first level of refining the spirit like Wu Rulong.
It is entirely possible for a top martial artist like Spear Saint and Eight-Armed Heavenly Dragon to become the first head of a family and breed a powerful martial arts family.
Excellent warriors can be encountered but not sought, and difficult to cultivate. But it is quite normal for some god-refining warriors to be born among the descendants.
And Long Shankong is the one with the most outstanding qualifications among the descendants of the Eight-Armed Tianlong family.
"Senior Qiao, I, Long Shankong, have always been clear about grudges and grudges, and I must repay any kindness I have." Long Shankong said:
"I have been listening to Senior Qiao's martial arts lectures in this villa for several days, but I have not received anything in return. I feel really ashamed."
"So..." Long Shankong said this and took out a pair of golden silkworm gloves from his arms:
"This object is a golden silkworm glove. It is not a special object, but a strange object woven by monsters. It is invulnerable to water and fire, and invulnerable to swords and guns."
"This treasure is actually one of the rare treasures in the Great Yan Palace's treasure house. It was obtained by my grandfather, the Eight-Armed Heavenly Dragon, when he broke into the palace."
A rare treasure in the palace? Qiao Mu became more interested. He took out the King of Qin Sword from his storage bag and gestured towards the golden silkworm gloves:
"Can your invulnerable golden silkworm gloves be able to block my King Qin's sword?"
"This... I think it's impossible." Long Shankong was ashamed.
The Golden Silkworm Gloves are a strange object woven by monsters and are confiscated in the treasure house of the Great Yan Palace.
As for Qiao Mu's King Qin Sword, it was an immortal artifact made by the Immortal Sect Dao Sect. The Golden Silkworm Gloves were barely worth comparing with the King Qin Sword.
"Then you should keep this thing." Qiao Mu suddenly lost interest.
A rare item like the Golden Silkworm Glove was a rare treasure to Long Shankong, but it was of little use to Qiao Mu. He even doubted that he could tear open the "invulnerable" Golden Silkworm Glove with his bare hands.
"Then..." Long Shankong was a little confused:
"It's a pity that the unknown elixir that grandpa stole from the palace was already swallowed by me, otherwise..."
Many years ago, the Eight-Armed Heavenly Dragon stole some rare treasures from the palace, and thus blessed future generations.
In fact, this was the reason why Taizu Yan turned a blind eye out of his pity for talents, and finally let the Eight-Armed Heavenly Dragon live.
Long Shankong was twenty-nine years old and already at the first level. His martial arts cultivation was much more advanced than that of Wu Rulong, so it was naturally related to this.
Long Shankong thought of his family's ancestral martial arts "Eight-Armed Tianlong Fist" again. He hesitated for a while, but finally did not say anything.
He is not as magnanimous as the Qiao family, and is willing to use his family's martial arts as a reward for saving lives and teaching martial arts.
"This junior has nothing to repay, I'm really ashamed." Long Shankong blushed a little.
He came out and said that his grudges must be repaid, but after struggling for a long time, he couldn't come up with anything decent?
"There are indeed no other rare treasures in the hands of this junior, only some yellow and white common things left."
"You mean gold and silver? Then I really need it." Qiao Mu nodded.
There are hundreds of people in Taoyuan Villa, and the daily expenses will still be quite high in the future.
Hearing this, Long Shankong was immediately happy: "This junior has a bag of gold in his hand. Although it cannot be compared with the favor of Senior Qiao... But if Senior Qiao is willing to accept it, this junior will feel a lot more at ease."
After saying that, he took out a bag of gold and handed it to Qiao Mu.
The weight is quite heavy, and the bag is full. Qiao Mu weighed it and felt that it weighed ten kilograms.
"Ten pounds of gold, one hundred taels, this is indeed a generous gift."
Qiao Mu nodded secretly, he opened the bag and took a look, and then he was stunned.
In this bag, there is not any gold at all, but actually small and large stones?
"Long Shankong?" Qiao Mu raised the stone bag in his hand, his face filled with suspicion.
This guy came over early in the morning and talked for a long time, saying that he wanted to thank him, but in the end nothing happened. Did he come here specifically to entertain him?
And Long Shankong's reaction also surprised him.
He frowned deeply and stared at Qiao Mu for a while before feeling a little embarrassed.
"That's not what I meant. This was originally a bag of gold."
Thinking of this, Long Shankong frowned:
"Could it be that the group of merchants in Linhe Fucheng secretly exchanged the gold and stones?"
When he thought about it carefully, Long Shankong felt that it was extremely absurd.
Who is he? The grandson of the Eight-Armed Heavenly Dragon.
Back then, his grandfather, the eight-armed Tianlong, could even enter the imperial palace, and was known as the fastest leg and the fastest puncher in the world... But in his generation, someone could actually squander his gold without anyone noticing?
That group of merchants couldn't be more skilled martial arts masters than him, right?
It's an embarrassing time.
Wu Chang, the demon cat who had been sleeping soundly next to her, opened her eyes. She jumped onto Qiao Mu's shoulder with vigorous movements, leaned her head over, and carefully smelled the bag of stones in Qiao Mu's hand. She seemed to be interested in this bag of ordinary stones. Small interest.
"You fat pig, you can eat rocks?" Seeing Wu Chang opening his mouth as if he wanted to swallow the rocks, Qiao Mu quickly grabbed the back of his neck.
However, Wu Chang just sniffed and licked the stone carefully, and said:
"Qiaoqiao, there is evil spirit here."
Chapter 297 The Treasure of the Mountain (4k
Fat Cat Wuchang seemed to be quite interested in the bag of stones, and he kept pulling at it from left to right.
"Evil spirit?" Qiao Mu looked at Long Shankong in front of him, thoughtfully.
Long Shankong immediately became anxious.
When he came here this time, he originally felt that he had clear grievances and would repay a favor. He thought about repaying it with a lot of money... The heavy money turned into stone. What other excuse could he use to excuse it like "taking it by mistake".
But... is there a demon?
This monster in the Hundred Thousand Mountains is not a good thing.
The people of the entire southwest state have been constantly harassed by monsters over the years...
If he didn't explain a few more words, might Qiao Long think that he was harboring evil intentions and having an affair with the demon clan?
"It must be that group of merchants who did it!" Long Shankong said without thinking.
Looking back and thinking about it now, there was indeed something fishy about the group of merchants he met back then.
Even now, he didn't dare to hide anything. He told everything about what happened when he first entered Southwest State:
"I'm not a local, I'm from Dongzhou. I just came here for other reasons."
"When I first entered Southwest Prefecture, I once rescued several merchants from the mouth of a demon wolf outside Linhe Prefecture."
"So to thank you, they gave you some gold?" Qiao Mu asked.
Long Shankong was slightly silent and said:
"Then they told me that the world is in chaos now and it is difficult to use banknotes. Gold is the hard currency in troubled times. They advised me to exchange for some gold, which would be more appropriate."
"Then I used some of my belongings to exchange them for ten pounds of gold..."
Although the descendants of the Eight-Armed Heavenly Dragon could not be called a wealthy family, they were still far wealthier than ordinary families.
"Those merchants are businessmen traveling between Linhe Fucheng and several mountain villages and towns in the west."
"Of course I'm not stupid. I've actually inspected the gold in their hands. It's quite real."
"Not only is it true, but the gold is quite pure."
"At that time, the merchant also explained to me that the gold was the gold that was circulated in the Golden Country, so it was naturally extraordinary."
"Golden Land?" Qiao Mu raised his eyebrows.
"This is a legend that has been circulating in Southwest Prefecture for a long time." Long Shankong explained:
"Some people say that hundreds of years ago, there was a thief named Luo who was active on the Tongtian River and made a living by robbing families and homes. He was extremely wealthy. He once secretly hid his property here, and before he died, he claimed that he had The treasure is hidden deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains..."
"The gangster, whose surname is Luo? Please tell me his background," Qiao Mu asked.
"That gangster surnamed Luo. I heard he was an active bandit on the Tongtian River a hundred years ago. He was very cruel."
"I heard that every time he defeated a powerful enemy, he would cut off the enemy's ears as a way to show off. This criminal thief was later called Roger the 'Ear-Cut' by the world, but he was a famous figure a hundred years ago."
"It is said that among his treasures, there is a philosopher's stone that can turn stone into gold!"
"The Philosopher's Stone? Do you believe it?" Qiao Mu said casually.
"I don't believe it." Long Shankong spread his hands and said:
"If he really had this thing, how could that criminal thief named Luo end up being caught and killed by the imperial court?"
"Although I don't believe it, the merchant does. He said that the gold he gave me came from the golden land in the mountains."
Qiao Mu was not very interested in gold. After all, money was only a thing outside of the body. Did he want so much gold to keep for others to earn gold coins?
But the demon cat Wuchang seemed to be quite interested in the bag of gold in Long Shankong's hand, and he would reach out and pick it from time to time.
"Do you want to eat it? Is this thing useful to you?" Qiao Mu picked up a stone.
The fat cat hummed twice, grabbed Qiao Mu's finger and continued to lick the stone.
Qiao Mu asked this question, of course, not to ask Wuchang whether he liked to eat stones.
The gold flowing out of this so-called Golden Country has a demonic aura, so it must be related to demons.
Qiao Mu was asking whether Wuchang was interested in the demons related to this so-called Golden Country.
And the answer was obvious.
This fat cat always ate and slept, and rarely reacted to external objects except Qiao Mu.
This was the first time.