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

Chapter 395

"Money catches the head?"

The man in black robe frowned slightly when he saw the visitor.

Although there was still a scowl on his face, he stopped in his steps and looked at Mr. Qian with a frown:

"You want to stop me too?"

Qian Captou breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he and the man in black robes had some friendship, it was a matter between his father's generation after all, and it's hard to say that there is still some affection left.

Seeing that the big man in black robe was willing to listen to him, the money catcher lowered his voice and transmitted the message into the secret passage:

"I'm not stopping you, I'm saving you..."

"This Qiao Jinyin has the master's son among his disciples and is also a guest of the Southern King Song He. Haven't you heard his repeated calls for righteous men to join the Southern Army?"

"The water here is very deep..."

"No..." The man in black robe looked confused:

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I paid money to practice boxing under Qiao Jinyin's sect, two hundred taels of silver, but they only taught me some specious moves. How could this be the Qiao family's famous martial arts in Kyushu?"

"Is this a question of right or wrong, true or false?" Qian Captou asked.

"Why not?" the man in black robe asked.

"You don't understand. The importance of this matter is beyond the imagination of ordinary people like us..." Qian Captou sighed slightly and said:

"Behind this Qiao Jinyin, there is obviously the instruction of King Nan. King Nan has the final say in Nanzhou today. He wants to raise the flag of the Qiao family, that's it."

Qian Captou's words were serious and thoughtful, and he used his inner strength to transmit the secret passage into the man's ears:

"This matter, even if it is false, is still true."

Even if it's false, is it still true?

The man in black robe chewed this sentence for a moment, his face changed slightly, and he was frozen for a moment.

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A long while.

In the lobby of the courtyard, Qiao Jinyin sat on the Taishi chair and meditated for a long time.

In front of him stood several burly men with bruises and swollen faces.

These few of them were all injured in the fight with the man in black robe just now, and their noses and faces were bruised and swollen at the moment.

"Are you all injured?" Qiao Jinyin frowned:

"I have to go to the street arena in front of Daoguan in the north of the city to perform martial arts soon. Why am I injured at this time?"

The martial arts performance in front of the Taoist temple is considered to be the biggest martial arts performance in recent times. Most of them include a speech as usual to call on the martyrs to join the army.

This matter is related to the great cause of Nanwang, and Qiao Jinyin does not dare to neglect it.

The big men looked at each other.

These few of them have a tall appearance and strong muscles. They all practice foreign martial arts, but their martial arts are not high, basically between the eighth and ninth grades.

Now that he is injured and his appearance has been compromised, he may not be able to cooperate with Qiao Jinyin by then.

"Speaking of which, that money-catcher has a pretty good eye. He's a man who knows how to get things done..." One of the big men said:

"Master, why don't you let Qian catch the head?"

"He? Isn't he an outsider?" Qiao Jinyin frowned.

"This man is actually a martial artist who has developed inner strength. He should be at the eighth level when his energy and blood are not weak. His martial arts foundation is there. If he cooperates with the master, he may not be much worse than us." The brawny apprentice said. .

Qiao Jinyin narrowed his eyes and nodded:

"Then...let him come in, and I'll have a good chat with him."

"I remember that he gave a hundred taels of silver and a spiritual grass?" Qiao Jinyin weighed it and suddenly smiled:

"You have spent so much money, no wonder you are so sensible..."

"If this can be accomplished, it wouldn't be a bad idea to let him and his daughter become 'inner disciples' like you..."

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Qiao Jinyin was busy preparing for a martial arts show in the ring.

However, Qiao Mu had already appeared in front of the big arena at the entrance of the Taoist temple.

"Go, go, go, don't stand here blocking the road, Grandmaster Qiao is coming soon." The laborers here were still building a wooden platform in full swing, and drove away the Qiao Mu who was watching the excitement under the ring.

"Grandmaster Qiao is going to give a martial arts lecture in public. It's such a big event. Why don't I get a seat in front of him in advance?" Qiao Mu said casually.

"Hey, it really makes sense." Someone behind Qiao Mu also came back to his senses:

"Then let me take a seat in the front row first. Those who are close to the vermillion will be red and those who are close to the ink will be black. The glory of the Qiao family must not be touched in the front row?"

Several people came forward, ready to occupy seats in advance, and even squeezed away the trees that were originally under the wooden platform.

Not long after, Wuyang Wuyang was already full of people here.

"Tsk tsk, this rhythm is really easy to follow."

Qiao Mu twitched his lips, then stepped forward and left from behind the crowd.

He has been staying quietly in the city these past few days, and it's not like he hasn't done anything.

He once changed his face through flesh and blood, sneaked into the compound where Qiao Jinyin lived like Qian Shutou, and listened to the martial arts lectures of the Huajin Grandmaster.

Qiao Mu’s comment was that he didn’t want to comment.

"Grandmaster of the Qiao family teaches martial arts. Isn't that interesting? Don't you take a look?" Yuren Shannv followed closely behind Qiao Mu and asked.

Her predecessor, Shanmu, had spent her whole life in Shiwanda Mountain and had never gone out for many years. Now, many trivial things in the world seemed novel to her, and her eyes were still on the wooden platform.

"It's no fun, the clown who can't get on the stage is gone." Qiao Mu stepped forward and gradually walked away;

"If you want to see the fun of pirated and swindlers... why not come with me and I'll give you the entire genuine version."

The reason why he stayed quietly in the city for a few days was not to expose Qiao Jinyin, a charlatan. Qiao Jinyin was not worth the trouble.

The person he is waiting for is Wang Songhe.

After waiting for a few days, Wang Songhe didn't see anyone. He only waited for a bandit, Zhang Kui, who relayed his words, saying that he couldn't spare the time to meet and asked him to apologize on his behalf.

"The bandit Zhang Kui is a rough man. His behavior clearly indicates that there is another mystery behind this matter."

"Did he, Wang Songhe, have other reasons, or did he have other hidden agendas?"

Qiao Mu couldn't help scratching his head, feeling a little itchy.

Damn it, it seems like I'm going to have a brain.

"Buy some incense? You have to bring incense when you go to a Taoist temple to worship the gods..." There was an old woman approaching the tree on the roadside, selling the incense in her hand.

"No, I have it myself." Qiao Mu waved his hand and refused, then he stepped across the threshold of the Taoist temple gate.

Two years later.

Now the Taoist temple has had a different name on the plaque and a new chapter, which is somewhat different from what Qiao Mu remembered.

Two years ago, he was burned to death in front of the Taoist temple in the name of Joe Piff. Before his death, he was unable to take a step into the Taoist temple. He only glanced inside from a distance across the threshold.

Watching it again now after two years.

A lively scene came into view.

The incense in the Taoist temple is in full swing, and the smoke is curling up, filling the air with a rich aroma. There is an endless stream of pilgrims.

The huge cauldron in front of the main hall is several feet high. In the cauldron is burning a long incense stick as thick as a baby's arm. The aroma is lingering, rising upwards, straight into the sky.

This scene is almost the same as two years ago.

What difficulties and secrets Wang Songhe has are his business.

Qiao Mu waited for several days and waited for Wang Songhe's statement, which was enough.

And then... Qiao Mu raised his head, climbed the steps, and walked towards the main hall.

There are many immortal statues in the main hall, all of them look compassionate, solemn and compassionate.

The immortal statues have their own seats. The one at the front is the "Ming Qing Immortal", and the back is the "Underworld Immortal", "The Ming Mie Immortal" and so on...

"It seems that only the name under the immortal statue has changed?"

Qiao Mu, who was a master of refining gods, had long been unforgettable. In his memory, all the monks listed in this grand Taoist temple in Nanzhou were monks from the Xuantian Sect.

They range from the sect leader to the deacons of the immortal sect who preside over ordinary affairs.

"No, I'm afraid the name hasn't been changed." Behind Qiao Mu, the beautiful mountain girl suddenly spoke;

"There's a bit of a cover-up here. It's not very clever, but no one dares to break it."

The mountain girl was originally a great demon in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and she knew the magic of blinding the eyes and enchanting the soul.

"Can it be broken?" Qiao Mu asked.

The mountain girl was silent for a moment:

"These immortal statues seem to be clay sculptures, stone sculptures, and wood sculptures, but they are not that simple inside. If you touch one of them, the monks behind you will probably notice it."

Mountain Girl also had a temple in the former Black Mountain Village. She was considered a natural deity born from heaven and earth, and she was somewhat of an expert in these matters.

"Then let's do it." Qiao Mu said calmly.

The mountain girl nodded, stretched out her five fingers, and her green-white jade fingers moved across the air, like plucking invisible strings.

In an instant, the immortal statues in the hall were slightly distorted and their appearance changed. Even the names on the tablets below also changed.

"Huh? Why has the immortal changed?" A pilgrim had just finished paying homage to the immortal statue at the entrance of the main hall. When he looked up, he saw that the immortal statue's face had changed. He stepped forward and read the name on the tablet:

"Red Yang Immortal?"

Qiao Mu glanced at the many immortal statues, his eyes swept around, and finally landed on the great immortal on the main seat, and whispered his honorable name:

"The great virtue and great power of Xuantian Immortal."

at this moment.

The originally lively and bustling main hall suddenly felt a bit cold.

The eyes of the many immortal statues listed in the hall turned slightly at this moment, and they all looked at Qiao Mu.

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There are thousands of pilgrims inside the Taoist temple, and the streets outside the Taoist temple are also bustling with people.

"Why are there so many people? The martial arts lecture has just begun? There can't be so many people arriving early, right?" Xue Changhe frowned and complained.

Nanzhou is a mountainous land, and its population is actually not that large among the Kyushu. It is not as good as Southeast Prefecture, which is backed by the sea and has many ports.

But the excitement here was unexpected to Xue Changhe.

He came on time.

But he didn't expect that the people in this city were so enthusiastic. He arrived on time, but when he came here, he only saw a large crowd of Wuyang Wuyang.

"Qiao's Kung Fu is all about transforming energy..."

"The so-called transforming energy is..."

I heard distant voices coming from the wooden platform in the distance, but the sound was not clear.

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