Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

Chapter 375

Bai Qingsi, the heroine in white, led the way, leading Qiao Mu into the deep alleys of the outer city.

But the further we walked on this road, the more familiar Qiao Mu felt...

As I walked around the corner of the alley, I heard a voice from ahead.

"Dad, did you know you were going home so early today? I happened to prepare two bottles of wine and was about to leave the city to pay homage to the Qiao family and his son. Are you coming with me?" came a familiar voice.

Qiao Mu looked up and saw a middle-aged man with slightly white temples standing at the entrance of the alley in front.

This middle-aged man doesn't look very good. He looks like a slightly stout old farmer with a slightly protruding belly. He grins with big yellow teeth when he talks...

"Is this your father?" Qiao Mu was startled.

At this moment, Qiao Mu suddenly remembered something.

The old Huang who was under his command at the beginning was the veteran who gave him the "Iron Crotch Kung Fu" and made the Sword Exiled Immortal jealous...

His surname is not actually Huang, but Bai.

Logically, others should call him Lao Bai.

It's just that this person has a poor image. He always smiles when he meets everyone, but his teeth are quite yellow and conspicuous.

The meaning of "Lao Huang" is not that the person's surname is Huang, but because his surname is Bai and he has conspicuous big yellow teeth. The idlers in the village thought it was too weird to call him Lao Bai, so they gave him the nickname Lao Huang. ....

In fact, this meant making fun of this person's big yellow teeth.

"Yes, that's my dad." Bai Qingsi blushed slightly. She was not young yet, and she had already made a name for herself in the Yancheng area. She was a well-known heroine, but when she got home, her biological father was still there. "Big baby, big baby" yelled.

"That's okay." Qiao Mu's eyes moved slightly, and he followed Bai Qingsi towards Lao Huang. Lao Huang was also slightly startled, his eyes falling on Qiao Mu's face.

"It looks like it, it does look a bit similar..." He grinned with big yellow teeth, and his smile looked a bit ugly.

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A small dirt hill outside the city.

Lao Huang stood in front of a tomb and poured down a pot of rice wine in his hand. The wine seeped into the soil and wetted the bottom of the tombstone in front of him.

What is written on the tombstone is the tomb of Qiao Family Arbor.

Lao Huang poured the wine and rambled on:

"This grave was chosen by Qiao Lin himself. He, as the elder brother, was the one who carried out the funeral for his younger brother..."

"And Qiao Sen, the father of Qiao Mu and Qiao Lin, left after killing Guo Yan, the lord of Yancheng City. There has been no news since. Some people say that he is dead, and some people say that he has returned to the overseas knight island. He is always unknown. trace..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly reacted and said with a smile:

"Yes, why am I telling you this? After all, you are the patriarch of the Qiao family, and you know these things better than me."

Qiao Mu didn't say anything, just looked at the tombstone in front of him quietly.

The weeds on the hills outside the city grow very fast, and the grave grass can grow three feet tall in just a few months.

Although the tomb in front of me is simple and simple, just a small earth bag and a stone tombstone, the weeds around the tomb have been neatly picked up, and the land on the tomb has also been leveled. It is obvious that someone has just worked hard to clean it up not long ago.

Death is like a lamp going out. Anyone who has visited a grave knows that visiting a grave is a laborious task. You have to spend some money to buy incense paper candles and pig and chicken steamed buns, and you have to work hard to hoe and shovel the soil...

Not to mention Qiao Mu, an unrelated outsider.

Even biological fathers and mothers have been separated for many years, and some people have gradually stopped moving after a few years. There are even filial sons and grandsons who can't remember the place and pay homage to the wrong grave.

There are many wild graves in the mountains, but not so many filial sons and grandsons.

"Look at this, do you often come to worship?" Qiao Mu was surprised.

He didn't shy away from this. After all, he was still alive and well. It didn't matter to him whether others would visit his grave or not.

"Isn't it only two years? Two years, what is it? The leader lost his life." Old Huang stood in front of the tombstone and sighed:

"I'm not afraid of your ridicule. We, Old Huang, are already old. Someone is blocking the knife for me, someone is charging in front of me, and he is still a top soldier in the army... Can we, Old Huang, miss him for the rest of his life?"

"This man is middle-aged, and his only job is to work as a dog to earn some hard money to support his family. How can any high-ranking person stand in the way of a little guy like me? Do you think so?"

Qiao Mu said nothing.

We haven't seen him for many years. Although he is still friendly, his current identity is indeed not the original centurion "Qiao Mu".

Old friends are naturally cordial when they meet each other, but despite being cordial, they are also reserved and unfamiliar.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say as the elder of the Qiao family.

But at this time, a long wolf howl suddenly came from under the cliff next to it.

"There are wolves so close to Yancheng?" Qiao Mu was surprised.

Lao Huang was very calm:

"It must be the big wolf down in the valley. Don't worry about it."

He walked a few steps and walked to the edge of the cliff to look down.

I saw a giant wolf about the size of a man at the bottom of the cliff, looking up and letting out a long howl at the top of the cliff.

Only halfway through howling, he saw Qiao Mu and Lao Huang on the edge of the cliff.

The big wolf did not dodge or dodge. It looked at Qiao Mu and the others quietly, wagging its tail and circling at the bottom of the valley, seeming quite excited.

"This big wolf is strange. It's so big that it can almost catch up with people, but it doesn't hurt people. It will wander around the valley here every few days." Old Huang said casually:

"I heard from a storyteller in Chaolou that this big wolf has spirituality and was an infatuated scholar in his previous life... The scholar's lover fell off a cliff and died, so he was reincarnated and transformed into a wolf, constantly praying at the foot of the cliff. ..."

At this point, the big wolf wandering down the valley made another move. It knelt down towards the cliff, continued to look up at the sky, and put its two front paws together in a humanized prayer gesture.

"Well, that's it."

"It is indeed a very touching story. I cried to death." Qiao Mu was a little stunned:

"The storyteller in Tingchao Tower must be the Gonzo sect in the building."

He stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down at the big wolf below.

This big wolf is so huge that it has gone beyond the scope of ordinary beasts. It may have become a monster.

But to say that this big wolf has spirituality and becomes a demon, it does seem a bit not very clever.

"You're not still here thanking God for this gift, are you?"

Qiao Mu shook his head and ignored the stupid wolf.

Long curls of smoke rise from the incense burner in front of the tomb. In front of the incense burner are several cups of filled rice wine. The aroma of wine and smoke are mixed in the air.

Qiao Mu stared at the long incense burning quietly in front of the grave, and continued chatting with Lao Huang in front of his own grave.

This old man is indeed richer than two years ago. His belly is slightly protruding and his face is a little oily.

After Song He, the bandit king, became the lord of Yancheng, he took good care of the old troops in the army, including Lao Huang.

Lao Huang originally had no official or position in the army, but when he reached middle age, he became nothing more than a big-headed soldier. His martial arts skills were mediocre, and the only thing he could excel at was the Iron Crotch Kung Fu.

After Wang Songhe found out that Lao Huang once rushed to drink a bowl of "Xia Gan Yi gall soup" in front of Mr. Guo, he was immediately amazed and promoted Lao Huang to be a guard commander in the city lord's palace.

"The commander of the guards in the city lord's palace, you actually became the new city lord's associate?" Qiao Mu was a little surprised.

"That's right." Lao Huang patted his chest, feeling quite proud.

This old Huang's martial arts are indeed ordinary, his body is not tall, and he looks like an ordinary farmer.

But the victory lies in knowing how to repay kindness, being loyal and strong-willed, and having the courage to grab the bowl of soup... This is the reason why Wang Songhe promoted him.

"Since I am someone close to City Lord Wang, I have a few questions to ask..." Qiao Mu said seriously:

"Actually, the king's city lord has a close relationship with me, a descendant of the Qiao family. It's a life-long friendship."

The fateful friendship refers to being brought to death by Wang Songhe.

"Actually, when I came to Yancheng this time, I also heard some bad rumors about City Lord Wang, saying that he was associated with Nanzhou Xianmen Xuantian Sect and became the leader of Nanzhou's rebel army, the Nanwang."

Qiao Mu briefly discussed what happened.

Logically speaking, an outsider like Lao Huang is unlikely to become Wang Songhe's confidant.

After all, Wang Songhe is not an ordinary city lord. He is a powerful bandit leader with his own subordinates, a fierce dragon crossing the river.

But with the responsibility of guard commander, he comes into contact with too many things, most likely his confidants, so Qiao Mu asked.

"You said King City Lord..." Old Huang hesitated and said:

"The King of the City is naturally at odds with strangers, but he is an immortal monk. If he wants to improve his strength, how easy is it?"

"If you don't take refuge in the Immortal Sect, how can you improve your cultivation and break through the realm?"

After the spiritual energy declined, the small and medium-sized immortal sects were almost extinct, and even half of the nineteen major immortal sects of the past Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were wiped out.

Only a very small number of talented people have hope of breakthrough.

Wang Songhe was originally a casual cultivator. Although he had good qualifications for immortality, there was no possibility of breakthrough after the casual cultivator established his foundation.

"Are you saying that Wang Songhe defected to the Immortal Sect in order to seek a breakthrough and became the Southern King?" Qiao Mu was confused.

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"That's not true." Lao Huang quickly waved his hand:

"City Lord Wang is a man of firm mind. He defected to the Immortal Sect. He probably has his own ideas."

"In my opinion...it's probably just pretentiousness and pretense, right?"

"After all, the Immortal Sect is so powerful, which mortal in the entire Jiuzhou can stand up to them?"

Qiao Mu was thoughtful and continued to chat with Lao Huang, trying to find out the background of King Nan.

Since the death of Emperor Yonghe, all parts of Kyushu have become a mess.

Nanwang is also the king supported by the local Xianmen Xuantian Sect. In addition to his extraordinary skills, although he is not an unparalleled warrior like Yuwang Qingli on the battlefield, with Xuantianzong at the backstage, he is invincible in Nanzhou and no one can match him. .

Today's King of the South, Song He, has occupied half of Nanzhou.

As Qiao Mu expected, Southern King Song He was no longer in Yancheng for a long time.

He had handed over the position of city lord to a bandit confidant under his command, while King Nan himself was on the front line attacking the city, probably around Heyang Fucheng at the moment.

When the two were chatting in a lively manner, a crisp female voice came from next to them.

"Dad, the incense in front of the grave has been burned." It was Bai Qingsi who spoke.

This Bai Qingsi originally had a fiery temperament.

But now that I have met Qiao Xunxin, a well-known member of the Qiao family, she has become much quieter and well-behaved. When I paid homage to Qiao Mu before, I did not interrupt the words of the two elders and just listened silently.

Lao Huang stepped forward and was about to put away the rice wine in front of the grave, but Qiao Mu waved his hand at him.

"How about we have a drink?"

"Right here?" Old Huang was surprised and glanced at the tombstone next to him.

"Why not?" Qiao Mu said casually:

"The Qiao family regards death as a homecoming and doesn't have so many taboos."

"Besides...if you have something to say, you can also say it to the trees in this tomb."

Old Huang was slightly touched and stopped in his tracks.

The two found a flat piece of grass in front of Qiao Mu's grave and sat casually on the ground.

While Lao Huang was pouring wine, Qiao Mu was looking at his grave with his glass in his hand, and suddenly something happened for no apparent reason:

It was indeed a bit paradoxical that he had sent him to his own funeral and buried him, and two years later he was sitting in front of his own grave chatting and drinking with his old friend.

"Senior Qiao, I really have to apologize to you." Bai Qingsi came closer and asked:

"Actually, a liar has really appeared in Yancheng recently. He claimed to be from the Qiao family, and he is also known as Qiao Jinyin, the master of Huajin. He also hugged a fat cat."

"In these days, a lot of money has been defrauded in Yancheng area... Aren't you angry?"

"Why are you angry? This person is looking for death, and his death is not far away." Qiao Mu said casually.

What a joke, who should I pretend to be? Pretending to be someone from the Qiao family to cheat?

Don't think too much about the enemies that the Qiao family has always had... Once the reputation of Qiao Jinyin, the master of energy transformation, spreads a little bit, it will probably attract enemies to find out the truth.

Qiao Jia's evaluation is that he has committed a big death. This time, he personally will give a C evaluation at most: he has the life to cheat money, but he has no life to spend it.

So he didn't care too much about this so-called liar.

What concerned him a little was another person.

"Your daughter Bai Qingsi is indeed a good martial artist. She is still very young, right?" Qiao Mu praised her and drank the wine in one gulp.

When Lao Huang heard this, his old face almost turned into a chrysanthemum with a smile, grinning his iconic big yellow teeth.

"I'm only seventeen this year."

Seventeen years old, fifth grade?

Qiao Mu was silent for a moment, and Xiao Xiao felt a little sour.

In fact, there is never a shortage of talents in this world, but the smartest talents often follow the trend. Basically, they follow the trend and go to become immortals...

As for mortal martial arts...it actually has many shortcomings.

It is said that boxing is afraid of young people, and extremely talented martial artists often reach their peak in personal physical fitness and force when they are in their twenties or thirties, just like banishing immortals with a sword.

The Martial Saint is a little worse, but he is also a top martial artist. In his prime, he was already an important minister of the imperial court and a first-class martial artist.

Some people who practice superior internal strength can maintain their peak period until they are forty or fifty years old.

But in the future, skills and internal energy will increase, but Qi and blood will often decline.

Bai Qingsi, who is now only seventeen years old, has obviously not yet reached the peak of her personal martial arts, and it can be said that she has a promising future.

Qiao Mu has actually seen many such talented martial artists.

This world is never fair. Some people in their teens and twenties have already mastered skills that ordinary people can't match after a lifetime of hard work.

Regarding these geniuses, Qiao Mu said...

It doesn't matter, he will cheat and overtake from behind.

By the end, he had become a contemporary martial arts leader and a living martial arts legend.

"It is indeed a good seedling." Qiao Mu said:

"If you are interested, you can come to Taoyuan Villa to discuss martial arts. Such a good talent cannot be left to waste."

Lao Huang and his daughter Bai Qingsi looked at each other and were shocked.

The name of Taoyuan Villa and the name of the Qiao family really flattered them now that they were extending an olive branch.

Qiao Mu took this reaction in his eyes, and he was very calm.

In fact, two years ago in the outside world, he and Lao Huang's daughter Bai Qingsi were actually peers of the same generation.

If it takes Bai Qingsi two years to become the number one hero in Yancheng, then he has gone from being the number one hero in Yancheng to a contemporary martial arts legend in two years...

And time is on Qiao Mu's side, and the gap between the two will probably continue to widen.

No matter how talented a person is, he will eventually have to perform the courtesy of a junior in front of the martial arts mythical figure Qiao Mu.

The offer of an olive branch made Bai Qingsi and his daughter very happy.

Old Huang seemed very happy and drank several large glasses of wine at the grave. Soon his face turned red and he got a little drunk.

"Senior Qiao really has a good eye." Old Huang grinned and said:

"My daughter has refused to admit defeat since she was a child and has a strong temper."

"My family's ancestral Iron Crotch Kung Fu is passed on to men but not to women. As a result, she refused to admit defeat when she was a child. She said why men can practice it but women can't. Who said women are inferior to men, so she insisted on practicing the Iron Crotch Kung Fu."

Qiao Mu was immediately shocked.

Okay, it was so awesome that he almost wanted to give it a thumbs up.

"Really practicing?" he asked in surprise.

"Of course I won't let you go." Lao Huang shook his head, but then changed the subject:

"But she is a brat. She stole my secret book and practiced secretly. Do you think she should be strong or not?"

"Dad?!" Bai Qingsi was dumbfounded:

"You really drank too much."

No, can this be said?

"What does it matter if you drink more or less?" Old Huang said with a smile:

"Just tell me whether you've practiced or not?"

Bai Qingsi was so embarrassed, how could she say anything?

"Speaking of which, there is one thing that Dad doesn't understand." Old Huang drank another glass of wine, pondered for a moment, and asked:

"Big boy, did you finally master your iron crotch skill?"

Bai Qingsi: "...."

She ignored the drunken Old Huang's nonsense, apologized to Qiao Mu next to her, flew up directly, and used her light skill to flip away several times.

In front of Qiao Mu's grave, Qiao Mu and Old Huang were left.

Seeing Bai Qingsi leave, Old Huang stopped talking nonsense at this time.

He stood up with the pot of yellow wine, walked slowly to Qiao Mu's grave, and poured the wine in the pot into his mouth.

A pair of blurred drunken eyes seemed to be looking at the grave, and also seemed to be looking at "Qiao Xin" who looked vaguely similar next to him.

"Boss, I'm right, right?"

Old Huang turned his head and looked in the direction where his daughter Bai Qingsi left, and smiled softly:

"My second brother is invincible."

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