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

Chapter 343

"Sincerity can lead to gold and stone?"

Qiao Shui thought thoughtfully: Being able to swallow invisible desires, it seems that this mountain mother can be regarded as a strange species among monsters.

"If you want to open this sincere stone, do you need both finesse and sincerity?"

Qiao Mu's eyes fell on the futon in front of the golden mountain wall.

"Without further ado, let's invite the two warriors to begin."

Brother Xian, the village chief, used a match to light a long incense stick in front of the golden mountain wall, and soon the faint fragrance lingered.

"Tsk, tsk, quite particular." Qiao Mu sat down on the futon in front of the mountain wall and waited quietly.

After waiting for a while but not hearing the footsteps behind him, he looked back:

"Why are you still here? Why don't you avoid it?"

"Why do you want to avoid it?" The village chief and Zhang Kui said at the same time:

"Isn't this still a dream?"

Brother Xian, the village chief, seemed to think of something and suddenly slapped his head:

"Blame me, blame me, I was too impatient."

“As soon as I saw outsiders coming over, I was so anxious to bring them over to donate, and I forgot to explain clearly.”

"Sincerity brings gold and stone, they will open up. When you two touch the sincerity gold stone and fall asleep peacefully under the influence of the dream incense without any resistance, you will be able to meet the Mountain Mother in your dream."

Brother Dianxian explained:

"Sincerity refers to sincerity, which is a highly intense desire; Jing refers to the essence of Qi and blood. Both of them can be used as food for the Mountain Mother."

Friend in a dream? So it’s not a party... Qiao Mu asked:

"Then there are so many strong boys in your village?"

"Dedicating your blood essence is naturally a burden on the body. Of course, you must exercise diligently." The village chief said:

"As for the virgin..."

"A man is a pervert until he dies, he is an old pervert when he is old, and he is a young pervert when he is young, especially a virgin."

"The desire of a boy is quite pure, and he is always thinking about that thing in his crotch. Especially after the scandal about the mountain mother spread, some good people even tried their best to visit Montenegro."

"The boys in the village and the outsiders believe this and are waiting to be squeezed dry. This kind of strong and pure desire is the best food."

"Did it turn out to be a scam?" Qiao Mu was slightly disappointed.

"No, what are you expecting..." Brother Xian had a weird expression on his face.

What he said made Qiao Mu a little stunned.

The village chief continued: "It's not really a scam."

"After the Mountain Mother appears incarnate and absorbs the essence of Qi and blood, she will also give the devotee a dream that is fake and real."

"If it was a simple scam, how could the mountain mother rumor spread so widely?" Speaking of this, Brother Dian thought carefully about it:

"Of course, if you two want to devote yourself to strong lust, that's not impossible."

"That's not necessary." Wu Qizheng also breathed a sigh of relief:

"In that case, you might as well let me come first." Wu Qizheng said to Qiao Mu:

"Having been robbed of the essence of Qi and blood by the Mountain Mother, a martial artist will naturally suffer a loss of Qi and blood."

"Mr. Qiao wants to deal with Wu Shengren, so he might as well recharge his batteries. Let me do it first this time."

Qiao Mu burst into tears. He had been involved in Wu Qi Zheng's affair, and yet he had done it himself when he encountered such a loss of vitality and blood. It was really the same behavior as when he cut his flesh to save Qiao Zhong and Hai Wuya's life.

I saw Wu Qi sitting down on the futon and facing the wall, reaching out to touch it gently and closing his eyes tightly.

A long incense stick burned quietly in the small room, and the fragrance was like a fairyland.

"Please Mr. Wu, please think back to the strongest desire in your heart." The village chief's voice became increasingly ethereal as the aroma lingered:

"After touching the sincere gold stone, the dreamer will reveal his strongest and most authentic desires in the dream, and all the city and reason will disappear."

"The person in the dream will face his inner desires and cannot lie. Once he lies, the dream will dissipate immediately."

"The stronger and more sincere the desire, the greater its effect on Mountain Mother."

The smoke lingering around was like a thick fog, shrouding the surroundings.

Qiao Mu raised his eyes and looked around. At this time, several of them were no longer in the small small room at the back door of the Mountain Mother Temple. The surroundings were misty, as if they were in a sea of ​​mist, vast and boundless.

Qiao Mu, who has thousands of years of daydreaming experience, has already judged... At this time, they are no longer in reality, but have fallen into a dream.

"Can the sincere gold stones and the so-called dream incense in the Temple of the Mother of the Mountain make people party in their dreams?" This thought passed through Qiao Mu's mind.

In front of him, Wu Qi, the master of the dream, was sitting quietly on the wall. Only the fog was rising around him, but there were no other obvious changes.

A long time passed and there was no movement at all.

"Doesn't this person have any desire for Shan Mu?" Zhang Kui seemed a little strange. He looked at the tree next to him and said:

"In fact, Mr. Qiao can also use verbal reminders to guide this person to face the strongest desires in his heart."

"Can't Shan Mu do it?" Qiao Mu thought for a moment and then had an idea: "Wu Qizheng, imagine Wu Shengren?"

The words just fell.

Like a huge boulder thrown into the lake, thousands of piles of snow were rolled up in an instant, and the surrounding white mist like a fairyland undulated like a tide.

Obviously.

Wu Qizheng was not moved by the image of Shan Mu.

But the name Wu Shengren immediately made Wu Qizheng react.

Wu Qizheng was hardened, and his fist was hardened.

"This extremely strong desire is not love or sensuality...but the intention to kill?" Brother Dian, the village chief, was startled:

"It seems that he is another person who has a sworn feud with the Martial Saint." The bandit Zhang Kui nodded and said:

"Such a big movement is comparable to the last time I led fifty boys to sleep at the same time! It seems that this person does have a firm will, comparable to fifty boys."

"Your unit is a little strange..." Qiao Mu complained.

Bandit Zhang Kui pondered for a moment and said:

"That's right. Let's put it another way."

"It's equivalent to fifty times the desire of a virgin who is full of energy and has nowhere to vent."

Qiao Mu was a little nervous, but it sounded quite descriptive, but it didn't really sound like he was praising someone.

At this time, the surrounding smoke changed rapidly, actually weaving a picture.

It was a popular Taoist temple of the Xuantian Sect in Nanzhou, filled with pilgrims.

Wu Qizheng, who was sitting in front of the Zhicheng Golden Stone, has disappeared, replaced by... Wu Shengren!

The monks of the Xuantian Sect were driving flying swords in the sky, and thunder spells rained down on them, while the Wu Shengren stepped forward unswervingly, aiming directly at the disguised Emperor Yonghe in front of the hall.

"The size of the surging smoke has become even larger. It has increased by half, which is equivalent to seventy-five boys!" Bandit Zhang Kui counted on his hands and said in a daze:

"This dream memory is the manifestation of the obsession in this person's heart after touching the sincere gold stone."

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The martial saint in the dream was facing many monks, his thick gray hair blowing in the wind: "The strong ones are immortals, and the weak ones are demons!"

At this time, I saw the sky in my dream was filled with clouds, and the clouds formed a big white-haired old man's face.

The next moment, thunder fell like rain, and the dazzling light was so strong that it could not be looked directly at. When the light faded, Wu Shengren had disappeared.

After the image of Wu Shengren disappeared and the dream changed again, there was no Wu Shengren, only a pale black-haired young man standing in front of the tombstone, it was Wu Qizheng.

Qiao Mu frowned slightly and looked intently, only to see "Tomb of Wu Qizheng" clearly written on the tombstone.

The epitaph is a cross:

"Use strange tricks to practice the right way"

From the first-person dream of Wu Shengren to the later tomb of Wu Qizheng, it reminds me of Wu Shengren's subsequent suspended death and rebirth...

Things have become clear.

"Wu Qi was Wu Shengren's scapegoat in the assassination of Emperor Yonghe in Nanzhou? No wonder he had such murderous intentions towards Wu Shengren?" Qiao Mu suddenly realized.

"No, I volunteered to die." Wu Qizheng muttered to himself in the dream.

It was obvious that his mood had fluctuated. The milky white mist around him surged again, getting higher and higher like a wave.

The scene in the dream changed again, and it became a scene of a mountain village in the middle of the night.

He also had an impression of the trees in this mountain village. It was the place where he first met Wu Shengren in the past.

However, in the dream at this time, Qiao Mu, Jade-faced Feilong and other Jianghu guests had left, leaving only Wu Qingxin's mummy, Wu Shengren, Wu Qizheng, and Xingxuanshi.

"Martial Saint. If I die one day, I will never die for you." Wu Qi said so at that time.

"Wu Qingxin's weakness lies in his state of mind, and you, Wu Qizheng..." Wu Shengren at that time said calmly:

"In today's world, 'righteousness' is a fatal weakness."

.........

"Martial Saint knows that I will put the overall situation first and become his scapegoat. This is a conspiracy."

"There is no contradiction between voluntarily accepting death and seeking to survive from a desperate situation."

"Sage Wu's conspiracy was successful, and my attempt to survive in death was also successful, that's all."

"Already one hundred and thirty boys." Bandit Zhang Kui exclaimed:

"Mr. Qiao, don't stop. Continue talking to him and let the desires in his heart be completely exposed. The higher the desire in the dream, the more beneficial it will be to attract the mountain mother."

"Volunteer to die?" Qiao Mu also became more energetic and deliberately asked in a questioning tone:

"Are you lying? You clearly hate the Martial Saint to the core and want to kill Hou Kuai. How could you be willing to die for him?"

"I never died for Wu Shengren, I only died for the overall situation of Jiuzhou." Wu Qizheng murmured:

"Jiuzhou Martial Arts has been weak for a long time, and only the Martial Saint can support it."

"I thought at that time that the living Martial Saint was more useful, so I could be the scapegoat of the Martial Saint."

"And now you have changed the story?" Qiao Mu asked:

"Why did your thoughts change? Why did you go from being willing to be the scapegoat of the Martial Saint to trying every possible means to plan the life of the Martial Saint?"

Wu Qizheng, who was immersed in his dream, was trembling slightly.

At this moment, the surrounding fog surged crazily again.

It was not a clear picture like before, but several consecutive pictures were revealed at the same time in the dream.

There is a dead silence in the city of Yangmen Mansion. Under the ruins of the Taoist temple in the city, there are the withered remains of Wu Qiankun.

In the dark warehouse, boxes were opened one by one. In each box were dozens or hundreds of fist-sized meat balls, slowly squirming and rising, like living creatures breathing.

There is also a hill-like hotbed of flesh and blood, and Wu Qi, who has a similar appearance and is naked, is being squeezed out of the mass of flesh...

Scenes of scenes flashed by quickly, and then suddenly became chaotic and distorted. Even before the trees could see clearly, they had already distorted and returned to tranquility.

Qiao Mu lowered his head and looked again.

Wu Qi, who should have been immersed in a dream, was looking at him quietly, his eyes clear.

"Two hundred boys!" Brother Xian, the village chief, shouted harshly:

"It's a pity that Mr. Qiao was a little too hasty. Mr. Qiao's questions were too sharp and pointed directly to the depths of this person's heart, so that this person woke up early."

"Everyone has secrets that they don't want to tell others." Wu Qizheng looked directly into Qiao Mu's eyes and said faintly:

"Why is Mr. Qiao so hasty and eager to take this opportunity to enter my dream to find out my details?"

"If you want to ask, I will answer you." Wu Qizheng said lightly:

"In the more than two years since I left the Martial Saint, I have visited various places in Jiuzhou and secretly watched the Martial Saint and Wu Jihui, whose Taotie Swallowing Heaven Art has become a trend."

"In the period of Wu Shengling Xijue, martial arts geniuses fought each other and took each other as prey."

"The 72 sages of Taotie Swallowing Heaven Art take the sentient beings of Jiuzhou as prey. , the scale and influence are incomparable. "

"Of course, the Martial Saint will manually eliminate people like "Wu Qiankun" who are out of control, but that is all hindsight."

"So in my current personal judgment...the human disaster of Taotie caused by the Martial Saint may not be inferior to the human disaster of the extraordinary person."

Speaking of this, Wu Qizhen remembered another thing:

"Mr. Qiao, do you remember that before entering the Black Mountain, we talked about "Finding the Eagle"? "

"In my opinion, whether it is Finding the Eagle or the Mother of the Mountain, whether it is a cultivator or a warrior, whether it is an extraordinary person or the Martial Saint, Emperor Yonghe, Wu Qiankun..."

"Those who do evil should be punished, and I wish to get rid of them as soon as possible."

"That's all."

"I wonder if Mr. Qiao is satisfied with this answer?" Wu Qizhen said lightly.

"Satisfied, satisfied..." Qiao Mu hurriedly said yes.

It was indeed a bit embarrassing to be caught red-handed while spying on Wu Qizhen's details.

In order to divert the embarrassment, he decisively sat on the futon in front of the golden mountain wall and said solemnly:

"Brother Xianfeng... I mean, brother village chief, if two hundred boys are not enough, then add me."

"Okay, okay." Brother Xianfeng was immediately delighted:

"In fact, if it were normal, the incarnation of the Mountain Mother should have appeared long ago, and at most fifty boys would be able to summon the Mountain Mother."

"The Mountain Mother has been sleeping for longer and longer recently, maybe something went wrong... But it's not a big problem, the two hundred boys are in place, and it should only take the finishing touch."

"Please prepare to enter the dream, Mr. Qiao!"

Not only Zhang Kui and Brother Xianfeng were looking forward to it, Qiao Mu was actually a little bit looking forward to it.

In the past, the Mountain Mother would at most hold a dream party with fifty boys, and Wu Qi was equivalent to two hundred boys...

And if he, a 1135-year-old master of the Ultimate Boy's Kung Fu, were to compete... this would not be the finishing touch, this would be a step on the accelerator, rushing to death!

He reached out and touched the sincere stone, and sat quietly in this fragrant room.

Wu Qi was revealing in his dream that his strongest desire was to kill the Martial Saint.

So what should be his strongest desire?

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