novelE2F Chapter 389
Chapter 389
"Superb skills?" Qiao Mu was surprised.
"But that was thirty or forty years ago." Jian Zexian said lightly:
"I heard that he died at the hands of the Martial Saint like other super martial artists."
Thirty or forty years ago, he and the Spear Saint were both the best martial artists in the world.
The two sides won and lost in the battle, but they could sit down and discuss after the fight.
The fight between the Martial Saint and the Spear Saint was a life-and-death battle, and the loser was left with nothing.
"It is fascinating to hear the top martial artists sitting and discussing." Sword Demon Fenhai said.
She was also a human when she was alive, but she was an ancient person three or four hundred years ago.
When she was alive, it was before the rise of Yan Taizu, and the martial arts of Jiuzhou at that time were not as good as they are now.
"Why be fascinated? There is plenty of time when we get to Taoyuan Villa." Lu Yanbei smiled.
The Spear Saint and Jian Zexian sat and discussed, which is the friendship between top masters.
Although it is rare, it is not uncommon.
However, a place like Taoyuan Villa is unprecedented in the martial arts world.
"So, the Spear Saint's "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear" and "Slashing the Sky and Drawing the Sword Art" are all the results of your exploration on this road?" Qiao Mu asked while teasing the little Jingwei on his shoulder.
"It is true that you can say that." Jian Zexian said:
"But the way of skills is as deep as the abyss. We, the martial artists, have been exploring until now, but we are just shell pickers on the seashore."
Qiao Mu was slightly surprised. Jian Zexian was unexpectedly serious on serious issues.
"The way of skills is as deep as the abyss. That's perfect. We have something to talk about along the way. We can continue to talk when we get to Taoyuan Villa." Qiao Mu said.
He also has a flesh and blood clone Qiao Xin in this villa. He can play a double-line operation. The flesh and blood clones exchange martial arts in Taoyuan Villa, while Qiao Mu's original body handles the business.
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Southeast Province, Baichuan City, in the lobby of Guihai Inn on the roadside.
The owner of the Guihai Inn is a retired martial artist, so this inn is often visited by martial artists, and almost all the guests are martial artists with kung fu skills.
"Have you heard about the big event in the Sword Tomb recently?"
"Sword Tomb? Who dares to go to such a dangerous place... I heard that there are ghosts from the previous dynasty holding swords..."
"Why can't you go? Those who don't go will lose a lot, and miss the opportunity to broaden their horizons!"
"I was there at the scene. Not only the young head of the Xue family, Xue Changhe, went there, but also the immortal of Yanshendao and the Qiao family..."
"Xue Changhe? The Xue family in Dongzhou? I heard that the head of the Xue family in this generation is only 20 years old?"
"That's true, but although Xue Changhe is strong and can be regarded as the top master of the current martial arts world, he is eclipsed by other people in the Sword Tomb..."
When the crowd's discussion became increasingly intense, a man in a bamboo hat stood up silently in the corner, left a piece of silver and walked out quickly.
This person is the Xue Changhe that everyone is talking about.
Xue Changhe is only 20 years old, with a handsome face and extraordinary demeanor. He usually wears a blood-red robe, which makes him look like a flamboyant and eye-catching young man.
But now he has changed into a simple cloth and a hat on his head, as if he is afraid of being recognized by others.
"This trip to the sword tomb has really become an embellishment in the legend of the Qiao family."
Xue Changhe sighed slightly.
Sighing aside, he was naturally convinced by Qiao Mu's sword that day.
Convinced aside, every time he thought of what happened that day, he would repeatedly recall the scene when he invited Qiao Xinxin to join forces with him to deal with the Yanshendao alien...
Thinking of this, his face became anxious and his steps could not help but speed up.
"The Qiao family, as well as the swords in the sword tomb, all followed to Nanzhou, but it's a pity..."
"If I had followed them at that time, it would have been so good..."
Walking out of the inn, Xue Changhe sighed slightly again. Inevitably, he recalled the time of separation again.
When Qiao Mu and Jian Zexian and others left the sword tomb and prepared to go to Nanzhou, they actually chatted with Xue Changhe briefly before leaving and invited him to Taoyuan Villa in Nanzhou.
Xue Changhe, whether from the perspective of Jian Mo Fenhai or Qiao Mu, can be regarded as a contemporary martial arts hero, but he is not as dazzling as peerless geniuses like Jian Zexian.
Xue Changhe was very tempted at the time, and then decisively refused.
Rejection does not mean that he is not tempted.
Xue Changhe was even a little flattered by the Qiao family's recruitment, and he also knew that this was an excellent opportunity.
But when he was about to say yes, he saw the eyes of the martial arts people around him from the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help blushing...
Go to Nanzhou with Qiao Mu?
After being embarrassed in public, Xue Changhe wanted to leave Jiuzhou and go overseas on the spot, and live the rest of his life in the rivers and seas from then on...
So he refused.
But after he refused, he recalled the scene over and over again in the past few days, wondering if he had agreed at that time, would it be a different scene...
At this time, Xue Changhe had already reached the port of Baichuan City. Looking up, he saw a stream of ships passing by the port, the vast sea and the blue sky intersecting, the sky was high and the clouds were vast, and the sea and the sky were one color.
Xue Changhe's heart calmed down a little:
"Forget it, since this matter is over, let's stop here."
Just as he was about to walk out, he heard the voice of a middle-aged man behind his ear.
"Master, you arrived in Baichuan City early, why didn't you tell me?"
Looking back, not far behind him stood a middle-aged man with a slightly protruding belly and a round face. He was about forty years old, but his hair was already slightly white, as if he was aging prematurely.
The middle-aged fat man had a smile on his face, looking like a businessman.
"Third uncle?" Xue Changhe was startled.
This man also had the surname Xue, and was a member of the Xue family branch, a seafood merchant in Baichuan City.
The Xue family also has the main branch and branch branches.
However, the distinction between the main branch and branch branches is not based on bloodline, but on aptitude.
The Xue family members who can inherit the skills of the older generation are the main branch; those who cannot inherit, or those who have no interest in martial arts, are the branch branches.
This seafood merchant is uncle and nephew to Xue Changhe, and their blood relationship is quite close, but the third uncle's martial arts aptitude is ordinary, and he is only at the ninth level of martial arts in his forties.
When the uncle and nephew met, the round-faced middle-aged man took Xue Changhe to a seafood restaurant near the teahouse and exchanged pleasantries.
"The head of the family arrived in Baichuan City early, and he didn't even tell me. Isn't that too polite?"
"Is it Uncle San who is polite? Just call me 'Changhe'. There is no one else here, and it always sounds a bit awkward." Xue Changhe smiled.
This uncle of mine is already 45 years old. In the Xue family, where the life span is no more than 50, he is already the oldest generation.
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And Xue Changhe is only 20 years old. Although he is already the head of the contemporary family, not the "young master", it is always a bit strange to be called by the elders.
But as soon as these words came out, the round-faced middle-aged man's smile gradually disappeared, and he said seriously:
"No, this is the rule of our Xue family, and it cannot be violated."
Speaking of this, the round-faced middle-aged man's face was slightly emotional:
"Everyone says that the head of our Xue family is simply lucky enough to have a pie in the sky. At such a young age, he has the vast skills inherited from his ancestors."
"Like the head of the family, you are only twenty years old, and your internal strength is as vast as the sea of smoke and smoke. You once ranked first in the strength list. It's simply a good thing that can only be dreamed of!"
The round-faced middle-aged man raised his wine glass and took a sip, narrowing his eyes slightly:
"Outsiders don't know the inside story, but we, the members of the Xue family, especially the mediocre branch members like me, can't forget the burden on the shoulders of the patriarch."
The branches of the Xue family, such as the round-faced middle-aged man's third uncle, don't practice martial arts much, and spend their lives like ordinary people, but their lives are shorter than ordinary people, with a lifespan of fifty years.
But in the chaotic world today, many people die young, and the fifty-year-old limit does not have such a big impact on the branch clan members who do not practice martial arts.
The branch clan members do not have many obligations to fulfill, but they have to give part of the money they earn outside to the main family as tribute.
These money are basically used to maintain the martial arts practice of the main clan members.
However, the main branch of the Blood Family, especially the patriarchs of all generations, are different.
You know, martial arts practice is a hard job, time-consuming and laborious.
Martial arts practice requires summer training and winter training, which means practicing hard for ten or even dozens of years.
Not only does it require perseverance and money, but it also requires a lot of time and sweat. It is impossible to achieve it overnight.
However, the life span of the Blood Family is limited. Once they choose to practice martial arts, it means devoting their short lives to the family cause that they cannot see hope for a thousand years...
The so-called family cause is naturally to resist the blood curse, take revenge on the Dongchang Changshengmen, break the fifty-year life limit of the Blood Family, and end the thousand-year fate of the Blood Family.
Once the power is infused, the elder warriors will lose their internal strength, and their spirit will be greatly damaged. They often cannot live long, which is equivalent to cutting off their own life span by fifty.
Therefore, in the eyes of the branch clan members like the round-faced middle-aged man, the head family members like Xue Changhe are warriors who know that it is impossible to do it.
Among them, the clan leaders of all generations are the most.
Each generation of clan leaders will be infused with power by many elders of the head family, and after each infusion, the elders of the head family who have exhausted their internal strength will often die within a few days.
Xue Changhe, who is only 20 years old, has already carried the lives of many elders of the Xue family.
Familiar and unfamiliar uncles and elders all died after the power was transmitted, entrusting their own lives.
Among them, the previous generation of the Xue family, that is, Xue Changhe’s biological father, is also included.
"You became the clan leader at the age of 20, that's your ability. You have completed the journey of 30 to 40 generations of clan leaders at the age of 20."
"You dare to take on the thousand-year-old wish of our Xue family. We naturally admire you and should call you the clan leader. We should not violate it. This has nothing to do with age or seniority." The round-faced middle-aged man said solemnly.
In his opinion, the branch clan members only have to pay money, while the main clan members have to pay immeasurable energy and time, as well as heavy responsibilities.
If it were him, he would have no desire to be the clan leader.
The weight of the thousand-year-old skill is very heavy, and he doesn't want to bear it.
When it comes to the fate of the family, Xue Changhe no longer has the idea of refutation, but just drinks silently.
"Clan leader. In fact, it's not accidental to find you this time. I heard that you will go to Baichuan City after you leave the mountain. I also have something important to find you."
The round-faced middle-aged man smiled slightly and said:
"In fact, I am already 45 years old this year, and there are only five years left before the fifty-year limit. I have lived enough."
"Third uncle is not very talented. He was not diligent in practicing martial arts in his early years. Now he is only at the ninth level of martial arts. But now that he meets the master of the family, he actually wants to do his best."
"Huh?" Xue Changhe's face changed slightly:
"Third uncle, do you want to impart ninth-level skills to me?"
"To be honest, the inner strength of the ninth grade is just a drop in the bucket compared to the thousand-year-old skill of the head of the Blood family. Even if you teach me the skill, it will not be of any benefit to me. It will only cost you a few years of your life."
The smiling expression on the round-faced middle-aged person’s face remains unchanged:
"I know, my meager strength is really not modesty. It's just a little bit of meager strength, it's insignificant."
"It's just that the world has been in chaos these past few years. Your cousin died in a flood a few days ago, and that flood... forget it, let's not mention it."
Xue Changhe murmured, wanting to say something.
"Come on. At this young age, Third Uncle is not here to ask for comfort from a young boy like you." The round-faced middle-aged man said with a smile:
"I know this matter well and have already made up my mind."
Having said this, the round-faced middle-aged man took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms:
"There is a drop of my blood inside, please keep it, Master."
"Third uncle, why is this happening?" Xue Changhe said in a harsh voice.
"What's more difficult is that you, the younger generation, and Third Uncle, this old guy with no future, are just trying their best..." The round-faced middle-aged man still smiled lightly.
The blood family's martial arts is a long river of blood that has been passed down for thousands of years. It seems to be a long and flowing river. Only when you get closer and smell it can you see the smell of blood oozing out of it.
Xue Changhe stood up solemnly and took the small porcelain bottle with both hands.
The blood family's method of teaching is very special. In addition to ordinary initiations, you can also take essence and blood for digestion.
Since Third Uncle has taken his own essence and blood, it means that his decline is irreversible and his life is not long. It is useless to refuse.
"Third uncle, take care." Xue Changhe took the small porcelain bottle, raised his head and drank the blood essence in the bottle in front of the third uncle.
Based on his martial arts cultivation, it only takes a few breaths to digest the power contained in this drop of essence and blood, but the effect is naturally almost nonexistent.
"It's the head of the family who should take care of himself." The round-faced middle-aged man smiled slightly and stood up to leave:
"I'm a little tired, let's go first."
Xue Changhe stood at the door of the restaurant, quietly watching his third uncle go away, and only looked back when the other person's figure disappeared from sight.
He looked at the messy cups and plates on the wine table and shook his head.
Leaving a few broken pieces of silver behind, he quickly stood up and left, his movements neat and tidy.
He walked away, and for some reason he recalled the scene he witnessed in the Sword Tomb.
"The Qiao family...the sword of killing immortals in the world..."
"It's better to go to Nanzhou."
Today, Xue Changhe has already become the strongest member of the Xue family, and there is no one who can teach him in martial arts.
A further possibility is to come to the world outside.
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PS: I did something stupid. I didn’t finish writing at 12 o’clock. I wanted to go to bed. I picked an alarm clock and got up at 4 o’clock to write, so as to make perfect attendance before 6 o’clock. Then I lay in bed for two hours without falling asleep... So I got up at 2 o'clock to write hard, it was so difficult
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