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

Chapter 484

The tavern near the city gate tower in Yancheng has always been very popular.

Looking out from the door, you can see the city gate tower and the blurred seven-character handwriting on the city gate tower.

"The murderer is Qiao Sen of the Qiao family!"

These are the seven words that Qiao Sen wrote with a gun as a pen, blood as ink, and infused with qi.

Now, after two or three years, the blood has long faded, but the handwriting is still clear, and it has become a famous attraction in Yancheng.

Most of the people who come and go here are actually martial artists.

And this street-facing restaurant is becoming more and more lively.

Qiao Mu did not enter the private room on the second floor, but only found a seat by the window facing the street in the more popular lobby.

Looking out through the window, you can see that there are many tourists, one after another, which is much more prosperous than the last time he came.

At this time of meal, Fat Cat seemed to smell the smell and came out. He jumped out of the shadows silently and lay on the table to pick up peanuts to eat.

Qiao Mu did not disturb him, but took a few handfuls of peanuts while Fat Cat was concentrating on eating peanuts.

Yancheng is also his hometown. When he first arrived, he and Qiao Canxue found an uninhabited broken house here to live temporarily.

When he revisited the old place again, Qiao Mu did not order the longevity noodles that he was used to eating before, but just wanted something new.

"Waiter, are there any new dishes that are not available elsewhere?"

"Yes, there are. Our restaurant has recently launched a new signature dish... Here."

The waiter pointed to a corner of the menu. The five words on it made Qiao Mu curious.

"Chivalrous and Righteous Soup? A signature dish that costs 100 taels a bowl?"

Qiao Mu was silent for a while.

Friends who often eat human beings know that human gallbladder is bitter. This thing is okay for making medicine, but it is a bit...

A bit curious to use it to make soup, and it is a signature dish.

"Give me one serving."

"Okay."

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After a while, Qiao Mu looked at the bowl of pork liver soup on the table and fell into deep thought.

The taste was actually okay, but he was a little upset.

"Why is it pork liver? Is it a fake?"

"Hey, this is a proper restaurant, how dare we use human liver and gallbladder..." said the waiter.

"Then where is the chivalrous and righteous in your chivalrous soup?" Qiao Mu asked again.

"It's over there." The waiter pointed to the lobby in front.

I saw a handsome storyteller in a moon-white gown tapping his folding fan and telling a story:

"Today, I want to tell you the story of the 'chivalrous and righteous soup'."

"That Mr. Guo was a very daring person. On that day, he took the remains of the young centurion Qiao Mu and ordered his servants to carry the coffin and rush to the outer city..."

"Your chivalrous soup set meal also comes with storytelling?" Qiao Mu complained.

He also didn't expect that the signature dish of this restaurant would focus on service.

Because few people actually know about the story of the chivalrous soup.

Mr. Guo and the servants who carried the coffin under his command had already been dealt with by him.

Besides him, only Qiao Canxue and Lao Huang knew about it, and there should be no fourth person who knew about it.

The original City Lord Guo had long been dead, and the Guo family had fallen and scattered, so there was no need to worry about revenge.

The story can be spread now, firstly because it is an anecdote about the Qiao family, and secondly because the insider revealed it himself.

"Did Lao Huang tell it?" Qiao Mu looked down at the pork liver soup on the table.

He narrowed his eyes and looked around.

Sure enough, he saw a familiar figure in another corner of the lobby of the restaurant.

"It seems that it is not accidental that there is a chivalrous soup in this restaurant."

This person is Lao Huang.

But at this moment, Old Huang did not notice Qiao Mu, but looked at the handsome storyteller in the hall wearing a moon-white long gown.

This storyteller is not only handsome, but also not as frail as the common storytellers in the restaurant. He stands like a green pine.

Even wearing a loose long gown, he can't hide his faint temperament. He has a heroic spirit that is rare for a weak scholar.

"You are..." Old Huang pointed at the storyteller, showing obvious reminiscence, and hesitated a little:

"Are you the... beauty that Mr. Guo robbed back then?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the restaurant suddenly burst into laughter.

But not long after, a female voice sounded in the corner.

"Jiang Lang?"

This is a beautiful woman wearing a hat and veil, with a long sword on her waist. Obviously, she is also a martial artist with martial arts.

Although her face is covered by the veil, her appearance can be vaguely seen.

The beautiful woman's voice spoke.

The laughter in the lobby of the restaurant also subsided unconsciously.

Qiao Mu did not say anything, just watched quietly.

"It seems that I am not the only one who has returned to the old place."

The storyteller Jiang Chen on the stage did not change his expression.

Two and a half years ago, he traveled with his beautiful wife and met Mr. Guo in Yancheng.

Husband and wife are birds of the same forest, but they fly away when disaster strikes.

Although he survived that incident, he also wrote a divorce letter afterwards. Later, he stopped being a wandering knight and became a storyteller.

In this way, it has been exactly two and a half years.

"If we can't reunite after breaking through the realm, what's the point of you coming to see me?"

He ignored the beautiful woman who had been reunited after a long separation, but just smiled apologetically at the guests in the restaurant:

"The past is not worth mentioning."

"Today, we are not talking about me, but about chivalrous and righteous things."

"Sir, we have heard all of this. Can you tell us something new?" A drinker asked.

"New? Why not tell us about the battle in which Qiao Gui fought against the five great masters of the immortal sects and became the invincible man in the world?"

"Okay! Let's talk about this!"

The drinkers were naturally excited.

This is the hottest anecdote in the world nowadays.

Although the former martial arts champions were called the best in the world, there was always some water in their mouths.

If there is one of them who is the best in the world, what is the immortal cultivator?

Is it the sky? Or the fairy from the sky?

This is also the reason why the hero list of Tingchao Tower declined in the past:

After the immortal cultivators who were only legendary in the past appeared in the world, it seemed a bit self-entertaining for the martial arts world to rank the first and second.

But this time it was not the case.

Although the immortal cultivators were still unattainable, the existence of the Qiao family gradually broke the aura of immortal cultivators.

Today, the title of the world's number one has been well-deserved.

And Qiao Gui's name will also become an unprecedented martial arts leader in the world as the storyteller of Tingchao Tower spreads it.

Jiang Chen actually likes to talk about the Qiao family.

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But this time, as he was talking, he felt something wrong in his heart.

Following his intuition, he scanned the surroundings and saw Qiao Mu and the fat cat lying on the table in the corner by the window of the restaurant.

"But is it in person, Senior Qiao Gui?" The storyteller Jiang Chen asked in a trembling voice.

Qiao Mu just raised a wine glass, and his hand paused slightly when he heard the words.

"Yes." He did not deny it.

So the lobby of the restaurant was boiling.

Martial arts legends are not enough to describe Qiao Gui's deeds.

The so-called legends are often the heroes of the world who are passed down for a time. Although they are outstanding, every generation of martial arts has various legends that are popular among the people.

However, Qiao Gui's deeds are something that martial artists dare not even think about. They only appear in the most absurd dreams. He can be called the person who created the myth of martial arts in the world.

If Jiuzhou martial arts has a history, Qiao Gui, a martial arts legend who defeated the five major immortal sects, will also be recorded in history books.

His deeds and name will not be limited to this generation of martial arts, but will be passed on to future generations.

So the martial artists in the lobby were so excited that they couldn't speak clearly.

At this time, the eyes on him made Qiao Mu lose the interest in continuing to drink and eat.

He picked up the fat cat on the table that was full and collapsed on the table, and walked up the stairs step by step.

"Waiter, open a private room on the second floor."

"Yes, please, Senior Qiao!" The moment he passed by Qiao Mu, the waiter subconsciously straightened his back.

When walking upstairs, Qiao Mu lowered his head and glanced downstairs.

"Storyteller Jiang Chen, come to the private room for a drink."

"Me?" Jiang Chen was obviously flattered.

"And..." Qiao Mu's eyes fell on Lao Huang behind the crowd.

Lao Huang didn't say what he had said, and he whispered:

"And the father of Bai Qingsi, come up as well."

Lao Huang was obviously stunned.

If it is said that the storyteller Jiang Chen of Tingchao Tower may have some intersection with this living martial arts legend because of Tingchao Tower...

What about him?

"It seems that my daughter who entered Taoyuan Villa was remembered by Senior Qiao Gui."

Lao Huang's face was slightly red, and he followed Qiao Mu and Jiang Chen upstairs.

He walked at the end, and from time to time he glanced at his drinking buddies behind him, with a proud look on his face.

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After entering the private room on the second floor, the smug look on Lao Huang's face just now suddenly subsided.

He was a kind man who smiled with big yellow teeth whenever he saw people, but he was a little restrained in front of Qiao Gui, the martial arts legend.

Storyteller Jiang Chen was similar.

"Don't be restrained, I just passed by here, and I suddenly wanted to ask you something."

Qiao Mu looked down at the turbid wine in the cup and said lightly:

"In my Qiao family, there was a younger generation named Qiao Mu who died in Yancheng."

"This time, I heard the storyteller talking about Qiao Mu, and I always felt a little emotional, so I asked you two to come up."

"I don't mean anything else, I just want to hear you two talk about the things that happened to my young family member who died young in Yancheng."

"So that's it..." Old Huang was relieved.

He thought he didn't have much ability to make Qiao Gui remember him, but when it came to the stories of the Qiao family in the past, he could easily tell them.

In the past two or three years when the Qiao family's reputation gradually spread throughout the nine states, he had already turned over these things from his memory eight hundred times:

"Qiao Mu was a centurion in Yancheng at the beginning, and I was a soldier under the leader..."

Qiao Mu listened to Lao Huang's chattering.

Most of the time, he did not interrupt, but just listened quietly, occasionally drinking a few glasses of wine.

Just like a real family elder, listening to the interesting things his grandson did when he was young.

This time he returned to Yancheng, it was actually very simple.

When he first met Jiang Chen and Lao Huang, his name was still Qiao Mu.

Seeing an old friend he met in the past again, those green years after more than 10,000 years also came to mind, and he seemed to be returning to his youth.

At that time, Yancheng was just a small river and lake, and the strongest enemy he had ever seen was the lord of the city, Guo Yan.

At that time, his world was still very small, and the Immortals and Strangers were still legends that he could not see clearly in the fog.

At that time, he was walking in the pure little rivers and lakes of Yancheng, and his chest was filled with the spirit of a young man.

And now, his name is Qiao Gui.

Between Qiao Mu and Qiao Gui, he had many, many names, so many that even he could hardly remember them all.

In fact, Qiao Mu had met the storyteller Jiang Chen and Lao Huang several times after leaving Yancheng.

It's just that every time we meet, it's another face, another name, and it's the same now.

If we look at it from the perspective of Jiang Chen or Lao Huang, the people they meet Hui Hui are all strangers from the Qiao family.

Every time we meet, it is the last time in our lives.

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After having enough wine and food, the sun has turned to the west.

The sunset dyed the clouds red, and the orange-red sunset fell into the window and was divided into several large and small pieces by the window lattice.

Storyteller Jiang Chen and Lao Huang both had red faces and were already lying on the table, fast asleep.

Meeting Qiao Gui naturally made them excited, and they naturally got drunk.

Qiao Mu was not drunk. He stood up and looked at the crowds of people coming and going outside the window.

"This time should be the last time they see Qiao Gui."

"I just don't know ... if this is the last time I'll see them."

Many people in life have seen each other for the last time and will never meet again, but they may not be able to react at the time.

If you meet Lao Huang and the storyteller Jiang Chen by chance, let’s have a drink and treat it as the last time we meet.

Next, he will set off and continue his invincible path on earth, chasing the end of everything like chasing the sun.

"It's time to begin."

Qiao Mu closed his eyes.

So all over Kyushu, the flesh and blood clones who were pretending to be asleep opened their eyes.

The original deity had run out of oil and was on the verge of death, so his flesh and blood clones naturally lost control and fell asleep one after another.

And now that he has recovered, he will naturally continue what he has not done before.

"Besiege the five immortal gates."

Qiao Mu opened his eyes and looked at the leftovers on the table.

"Let me see if any immortal sect has the back-up plan to kill one of my flesh and blood clones..."

Qiaomu doesn't do one of four or five, that would be too slow.

He is ready to beat all the Immortals equally.

If there is an immortal sect that can kill his flesh and blood clone, there must be someone else who can gain his favor and come to express his gratitude in person.

If you don't even have the ability to kill his flesh and blood clone...then it's okay not to go to this immortal sect.

Qiao Mu thought.

The flesh and blood clones in other states were all moved.

Erazing the Taoist temples in the territory and attacking the Immortal Sect, he would do what he had done in Zhongzhou again, twice, three times and four times!

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