Chapter 158
No, it’s not just a centenarian.
"This... this is not the way to refine gods at all! Are you still just at the level of strength training?" Lu Yanbei was surprised and confused.
"Not bad." Qiao Mu stood with his hands behind his hands and said slowly:
"This is what Kyushu Martial Arts will look like forty years later, the so-called modern method."
He turned his head and looked at the soldiers and civilians of Gucheng who were surrounding the martial arts arena in circles.
"The physical body is old but the vitality and blood are not declining. This is the most cutting-edge martial arts in Kyushu today. It is the "Sutra of the King of Mount Sumeru" that everyone can practice."
"If the fist is not strong, how can it defeat the immortal?"
His voice was full of energy, not unlike a centenarian. His voice echoed in the military camp and resounded all around.
Lu Yanbei looked at this majestic old man and felt mixed emotions in his heart, including three parts disappointment, three parts confusion, and four parts happiness from the bottom of his heart.
What made him feel lost and confused was that he lost in the competition, and it was a miserable defeat.
What is gratifying is...Qiao Mu really has accumulated energy for a hundred years. Is he really a 109-year-old man? The Sumeru Mountain King Sutra is actually not a fake?
This means that the Kyushu martial arts shrouded in the long night has a glimmer of light?
In this confrontation, Lu Yanbei, a former martial arts legend, was defeated miserably.
This is a confrontation between ancient and modern martial arts. It reflects the backwardness of this old man and represents the progress of those who come after him!
"I finally understand." Lu Yanbei smiled bitterly.
"The person who has been playing me is not the Qiao Shuangsen in front of me. He is telling the truth."
Lu Yanbei's eyes fell on the corner of the crowd, on the face of the confused Haidu Lieutenant Hai Siyuan.
"Captain Hai, why are you acting like this with thick eyebrows and big eyes?"
Chapter 186 He changed Gucheng (4k
The military camp ordered the general to stand on the platform.
Qiao Mu gave an impassioned speech, and after the competition, he spoke in public about the Sutra of King Sumeru.
He wanted to sow the seeds of martial arts in this isolated city.
While preaching, his eyes unconsciously glanced at the confused-looking Captain Haisi Yuanhai in the audience.
This "Sutra of the King of Mount Sumeru" was obtained from Hai Wuya, and now it has been passed on to the soldiers and civilians of Gucheng, including Hai Siyuan, which can be regarded as reciprocating the favor.
Hai Wuya's "Sutra of the King of Mount Sumeru" has been practiced and deduced by Qiao Mu, and it will not go so far as to cause death, so Qiao Mu naturally wants to promote it.
He thought to himself that if Hai Wuya were here, he would probably make the same decision as him. After all, the ultimate goal of the "Sutra of the King of Mount Sumeru" is to become the "Sutra of Humanity".
Promoting the imperfect "Sutra of Mount Sumeru King" to the entire military and civilian population of Gucheng will naturally help the further development and improvement of this martial arts technique.
So he turned into a martial arts motivator and talked about martial arts training on the general stage.
"The Sumeru King Sutra is a martial arts technique that can be practiced by everyone. It has almost no requirements for martial arts qualifications. Even stupid people can practice it."
"As long as you work hard enough and persevere day after day, even a stupid person can reach a higher peak."
"Young man, work hard, sweat will not deceive you, time will give you the answer."
"There are no shortcuts in practicing martial arts. It is destined to be a long, winding and arduous road, but sweat can prove our efforts."
"Under the heavy pressure of strangers, the only way to fight is to practice martial arts and strengthen your body."
"I have practiced martial arts for nearly a hundred years, practicing Sanjiu in the winter and Sanfu in the summer. I practiced from a young boy to gray on my temples, and now I have the century-old martial arts." Qiao Mu recalled the green years in the past, with a look of emotion in his eyes:
"Actually, practicing martial arts is not that difficult."
"As long as you are committed enough and serious enough, a hundred years will last but a blink of an eye."
How could the soldiers and civilians who had been trapped in the isolated city for forty years endure this kind of chicken soup bombing?
Besides, Qiao Mu was not just making chicken soup, he was just using words. He had just revealed the extraordinary power of "Sumishan King Sutra" under the spotlight.
This is true talent and learning, even Lu Yanbei, who was defeated just now, has to admit this.
In this isolated city, there were once a hundred thousand elite warriors led by martial saints in the past. Even after forty years of hard fighting until now, there are still many warriors with high vision.
Captain Hai said... There are no officers with higher rank and strength than him on the battlefield.
However, there are still a few old veterans in the city who are no longer able to fight on the battlefield. They are either physically disabled or old and unable to fight.
Although he is unable to kill the enemy, his vision is clear.
They had already seen Qiao Mu's reality and extraordinaryness, and were naturally ignited by him.
"If this technique can really make people grow old without aging, then do we still have a chance to re-enter the battlefield?"
"We are already old and our energy and blood are declining. I think our end is approaching. This is a natural law that even high-quality martial artists cannot escape..."
"But any martial arts technique can be practiced by people with high qualifications and get twice the result with half the effort... This Qiao Shuangsen is older than me. He can practice it. Why can't I practice it with my qualifications?"
"We were the elites of the Great Flame in the past, and were regarded by Kyushu as the hope against the aliens... Even if we were defeated miserably, we are not comparable to ordinary soldiers."
Many veterans muttered to themselves.
Wufu, a military commander who was once young and strong, naturally refused to accept old age and was unwilling to admit that he was old and weak.
They still have the will to resist in their hearts, but they are powerless.
But the "Sumishan King Sutra" from Qiao Mu's mouth made them see the light.
So countless people, old and young, gathered under the general stage and listened to Qiao Mu's talk about "The Sutra of King Sumeru" and about chicken soup.
"Grandpa Qiao, you have been practicing martial arts for nearly a hundred years. Are you tired or miserable?" A child asked in a low voice with starry eyes open.
"Tired, of course tired." Qiao Mu said seriously:
"But in today's Kyushu, how many people are envious of being able to practice superior martial arts? If we don't work hard now, we will have to be ridden by strangers."
"Practice, sprint, practice till death, and don't give up until you practice until you can't open your eyes every day!"
"I have made up my mind to risk my life when I was young. It is better to die than to die on my knees in front of strangers. I have had enough of the days when strangers are in power and ride on the heads of Kyushu people!"
"Grandpa Qiao, Grandpa Qiao, how many hours do you practice martial arts a day if you work so hard?" Zhidong asked again.
Qiao Mu was speechless for a moment, and then said after a long time:
"Martial arts training has become a part of my life, integrated into my life, my life. So it is difficult to distinguish how many hours I spend practicing martial arts in a day."
"If you ask, I can only say that I practice martial arts all the time, that is, practice martial arts all the time."
"Grandpa Qiao is so awesome..." All the children suddenly realized, with admiration in their eyes.
Chicken soup is fake.
But the truth is true.
This was also part of Qiao Mu's lies. While he was bragging, he was trying to guide the soldiers and people of Gucheng to practice the "Sutra of Mount Sumeru King".
The practice of "Sumishan King Sutra" does not focus on qualifications, but on perseverance.
Even Hai Wuya, who has been trapped in the heavenly prison for thirty years, can rely on this technique to regain his second youth in old age.
The soldiers and civilians in this isolated city are always facing the test of life and death, and martial arts training is their only means of resistance. Under such heavy pressure, martial arts training is no longer a question of perseverance, but a question of survival.
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Lu Yanbei stood behind the crowd, looking at Qiao Mu who was preaching passionately on the stage, feeling strange in his heart.
This old man named Qiao has single-handedly changed the style of Gucheng...
This kind of behavior of pouring chicken soup to death has never been seen in his experience...but this is also a good thing.
Lu Yanbei's eyes fell on several veterans who were older than him in the audience, and his eyes softened slightly.
Reinvigorating the soldiers and civilians in the city to fight and live towards death is the biggest change this old man named Qiao Shuangsen has made to this lonely city.
He turned around and walked back towards Hai Siyuan.
He had a lot of questions in his stomach that he wanted to ask, such as why Hai Siyuan wanted to play him, and what was the specific situation of the so-called Immortal Defeating Army...
after all.
Since the Sutra of the King of Mount Sumeru can be true, why can’t the Defeating Immortal Army also be true?
Unconsciously.
Even Lu Yanbei had a glimmer of hope in his heart.
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When Hai Siyuan was looking at the crowd blankly, he noticed someone next to him silently staring at him with a somewhat deep look.
Turning around, he saw that it was Lu Yanbei who had just been defeated.
"Captain Hai, you are really good at acting. You deliberately hid it from me. Did you really mean to see my joke?" Lu Yanbei was quite aggrieved.
"What acting skills? Mr. Lu's acting skills?" Captain Hai didn't understand. He thought Lu Yanbei was going to discuss his own acting skills, so he decisively extended his thumbs up and praised:
"Mr. Lu's acting skills are really amazing, even I didn't see any flaws."
"Especially when he was defeated in the end, the way Mr. Lu looked at senior Qiao Shuangsen, that complex look that was mixed with three parts of disappointment, three parts of confusion, and four parts of joy, cannot be acted out by someone who is not a person with deep experience."
Lu Yanbei:?
I don't criticize people but don't expose their shortcomings. Why don't I let go of this weird anger?
"Captain Hai, what you said is boring, right? You just pretend to be confused, but you are still making fun of me like this?" Lu Yanbei was really angry:
"I think you are good at acting. You are so good at pretending to be confused."
"Why are you pretending to be confused?" Captain Hai still looked confused.
"I won't explain this to you, but I'll get straight to the point and ask. Since the Sutra of the King of Mount Sumeru is true, is there really an army of immortals outside this desert?" Lu Yanbei's eyes were bright.
"What? Is the Sumeru King Sutra true?" Hai Siyuan was shocked.
The two old men stared at each other for a long time before they figured out what happened.
"The Defeating Immortal Army is fake, but the progress of Kyushu Martial Arts is real, and the Sutra of King of Mount Sumeru is also real?"
This truth was placed in front of the two of them, making them feel even more extraordinary about Qiao Mu.
Hai Siyuan pondered for a moment, then turned around and caught the storyteller's clairvoyance, wanting to ask about Qiao Mu's details.
"Tingchao Tower storyteller, didn't you cross the desert with Qiao Shuangsen? Tell me about this Qiao Shuangsen, what is so extraordinary about him?" Hai Siyuan asked.
"Mr. Qiao Shuangsen is truly extraordinary, but I met him by chance and don't know his true identity." Clairvoyant considered it for a moment and said:
"From my perspective... Qiao Shuangsen has mastered the ripples and waves of Changshengquan to the level of three waves."
"Back then, in the large Qiao family in Heyang, only one head of the Qiao family who had participated in the creation of the Qiao family was able to practice Sandielang. From this point of view, Qiao Shuangsen was quite accomplished in the art. With this skill, he could become a martial artist in the world. Top thirty in the skill list.”
"Considering that Ripples and Waves Jin is known to be difficult and difficult to practice, if he practices martial arts that are easier to practice, his ranking should be higher."
Lu Yanbei, the Sanren of Mujian, is also a martial arts star with a ranking of 30 on the skill list, but his martial arts skills were simply unable to be used in the fight just now.
In the past, he relied on pure speed to evade attacks, but later on, he relied on centuries-old skills and super-limited martial arts to overwhelm people.
"But speaking of which, Mr. Qiao Shuangsen uses a gun, right? He has perfected his military marksmanship, and his qinggong is also very good..." The clairvoyant said, feeling a little weird.
The skill list is a list of martial arts skills.
In his opinion, Qiao Shuangsen's longest piece of skill is undoubtedly the boxing skill Changshengquan Duilangjin. This skill alone is enough to rank him in the top 30 on the skill list.
But if you think about it carefully, this old man doesn’t just practice boxing?
Before Qiao Shuangsen showed off all his martial arts skills, no matter how ferocious the clairvoyant vision was, it would be difficult to judge the extent of his martial arts skills.
"The one who defeated Lu Yanbei in the end relied on his profound 'skills' and 'strength' that far exceeded the limit of the fourth grade." Clairvoyant said:
"Compared to his martial arts skills, his inner energy is truly shocking."
Even the well-informed Tingchaolou Clairvoyant’s eyes were full of surprise at this time.
"His internal energy has been accumulated over a hundred years and is pure. His internal energy is enough to rank among the top ten in Tingchao Tower's energy rankings." Thousand Miles Eye said sternly.
"Top ten? Only top ten? This is a century-old skill!" Hai Siyuan was surprised:
"Is it possible that forty years have passed and the martial arts of Kyushu in the outside world have become so strong that they can only rank in the top ten with a century-old skill? I thought he could only rank in the top three."
Hai Siyuan is a sixth-grade captain, and this sixth-grade official position is actually his official position in the army forty years ago.
The isolated city has been trapped for forty years, and official ranks are meaningless.