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

Chapter 128 Chapter 123

Suddenly hearing the bad news that he was about to be executed, Qiao Mu's mood was very stable.

Qiao Mu pulled the tabby cat hugging his trouser legs off his body, grabbed the tabby cat's nape with one hand, and turned his head to face Hai Wuya in the next cell.

This prison is not a place where he, a prisoner, can practice martial arts with peace of mind.

Qiao Mu knew that he wouldn't be able to stay in the prison for long, but he didn't expect that things would follow after he and Hai Wuya learned martial arts.

It's because the matter was brought to light, can anyone not see him, a death row prisoner, practicing martial arts in the prison?

Qiao Mu thought for a while, and passed the cat in his hand along the prison fence.

But as soon as the cat landed and escaped Qiao Mu's palm, it quickly regained its ability to move. It turned around and jumped, and it was about to re-enter the shadow of Qiao Shu like before.

But this time it didn't drill.

It was a dark and humid day in the prison, with only a ray of light from the outside through the bowl-sized window.

At this time, Qiao Mu was not standing under the window, and there was no obvious shadow behind him.

"Go, go, you stupid cat, don't hit me." Qiao Mu angrily pushed the fat cat to Hai Wuya through the fence.

This impermanent demon cat, as long as it doesn't get too close to him and absorbs too much death energy, it can freely display the monster's own abilities, such as easily hiding in the shadows, hiding the perception of many powerful people.

Staying with him is like a fat house cat that eats and sleeps all day long.

"Let's do it." He turned around and looked at the jailer Fang Yuan and the others.

"No, Qiao Zhong, you can't just die in the dungeon, you have to go to the execution ground," Fang Yuan said.

The latter is to put special steel shackles on the trees to prevent them from breaking free.

"Qiao Zhong, we didn't execute you much when you were in the sky prison, and you were very honest... When you get to the execution ground, don't play tricks, don't do it at the last moment, it will be disgraceful." The young jailer Fang Yuan said .

Several layers of shackles were hung on Qiao Mu's body, and he walked with heavy steps, making clangs all over his body, and gradually went away under the escort of the jailer.

Hai Wuya looked at Qiao Mu's back in a daze. He had just taught him martial arts. He thought that Qiao Zhong was a person in a similar situation to him and would stay in the prison for a while, but he didn't expect the death penalty to come like this. Sudden?

At this time, a cell boss ran over and opened the cell door for Hai Wuya.

"Should I go on the road too?" Hai Wuya also stood up, ready to follow Qiao Mu.

"Master Hai was just joking." The prison boss was amiable:

"Holy Majesty Zhai has a kind heart, and the decree just handed down has reinstated Mr. Hai to his post."

...

In the north of the imperial capital, within the Taoist temple of the Daoist sect.

As the largest Taoist temple in the imperial capital, the incense is far from comparable to ordinary Taoist temples. Pilgrims come and go, and the incense burns day and night.

In a side hall that enshrines "Immortal Qingyi" alone, there are few people there. There is only a middle-aged man standing there in such a large side hall, holding a long stick of incense and bowing to the immortal.

This middle-aged man looks to be in his fifties in appearance, with thin lips, a well-proportioned and capable body, except for a pair of eyes that are as indifferent as water.

Only when he saw the immortal statue on the altar, his indifference disappeared a little bit, and he had an unconcealable longing.

suddenly.

"Qin Shiqing." A voice sounded in the middle-aged man's mind.

He looked around, but found that there was still no one around, only the fairy statue on the altar, looking down at him as before.

"Greetings to Immortal Qingyi." The middle-aged man named Qin Shiqing bowed respectfully to the ground.

"You have done a good job. The heart of Taoism is indeed extremely firm and has passed the test..." The ethereal voice echoed in the side hall, and the door slammed shut.

"It's just that you don't have spiritual roots, and you don't have the aptitude for immortality..."

A look of joy appeared on Qin Shiqing's face just now, but he froze quickly.

He is a well-known martial artist in Jianghu, but refining gods is not what he wishes, what he yearns for has always been the way of longevity.

For so many years, he has sacrificed a lot, and now he has finally climbed into the relationship of the Dao Sect. He finally worked for the Dao Sect and passed the test of an immortal, but in the end he couldn't cultivate an immortal because he didn't have spiritual roots?

"Although you can't cultivate immortals, have you heard of the rumors about entering Taoism through martial arts?" The ethereal voice seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and continued.

"Enter the Dao with martial arts?"

"That's right. If you can accomplish this, your achievement will not be comparable to being an outer disciple of my Dao Sect." Immortal Qing Yi said:

"The martial sage died tragically, and the world's warriors have no leader. If you can succeed, you will naturally be an extraordinary great achievement. You can be the world's martial artist, and you are expected to crack the earth and become a king. On behalf of my immortal sect, ask for a kingship."

After discussing the matter, Dao Dao Zong has made a decision.

Temporarily retreating behind the scenes, Xianmen only reaps the incense with peace of mind, and no longer acts ostentatiously.

The mundane is the mundane, and since Emperor Yonghe pulled out the Human King Sword, the Immortal Sect naturally has a way to deal with it.

Creating a so-called invincible warrior will naturally become the leader of the new era in the age when the martial sage is dead.

With the Human King Sword in hand, immortal cultivators who are concerned about longevity do not want to forcibly suppress Emperor Yonghe head-on, so they can only take a slightly more tactful path.

It is false to create an invincible warrior who is crowned king.

It is true to take the opportunity to dismember the Yan Dynasty and gradually establish an earthly fairy kingdom belonging to the Dao Sect.

When the Yan Dynasty is gradually dismembered, the fate of the country will naturally disappear, and the Renwang Sword will also lose its light.

As for whether Qin Shiqing is up-to-date, whether he is qualified to be the representative of Daoist sect, it depends on whether he can survive...

In a small dark room.

Daozhen, the disciple of Elder Qingyi, was flipping through the book in his hand boredly.

"Killing his wife to testify to Qin Shiqing, this is also a mortal with a firm heart." Daozhen looked at the life of Qin Shiqing recorded in the book, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Twenty years ago, this Qin Shiqing used to be a city lord in Zhongzhou, and later met a cultivator of Xuantianzong, in order to prove to the elder Xuantianzong that he was determined to follow the Tao, so he resolutely killed his wife to testify.

Of course, the cultivators of Xuantianzong did not accept him.

And he was not discouraged. During these 20 years, he advanced bravely and finally successfully embarked on the way of refining gods. With a firm mind and will, he became the warden of the Heavenly Prison in the imperial capital. one.

"Speaking of the sky prison, it's almost time for Qiao Zhong's execution." Dao thought this thought in his heart, and there was some expectation in his heart.

"Mortal people are like mayflies in the world, their lives are fragile and short."

"Even if they are as weak as a mayfly and as dim as a pearl of rice, when facing life and death, mortals can still have a brief moment of brilliance."

Whether it was out of his own interest or as a disciple of Elder Qingyi, he had to go to the execution ground.

Chapter 129 Chapter 124 Execution at Caishikou

The sun rises, and the sun shines through the clouds.

Under the sun, the vegetable market entrance in the imperial capital is very lively, and it is time to go to the market.

Today's Caishikou street is crowded with people, and there are shopkeepers carrying sesame seed cakes and selling them along the street, and the yelling is endless.

At the entrances of the shops on both sides of the street, a boss came out with a table and placed it in front of his house. He also brought a jug and a wine bowl and placed three bowls of white wine.

"Shopkeeper, are you worshiping God at the door of your house today? Aren't you going to the north of the city?" A regular passerby happened to see this scene and asked.

"Of course you have to go to the Taoist temple in the north of the city to worship the gods. What kind of god are you worshiping today?" The shopkeeper said mysteriously while busy:

"Don't you know? The government has posted notices for the past few days, and today is the time to go on a red mission. What I put here is to send soul wine."

"Otherwise, guess why Caishikou is particularly lively today, and there are some martial arts practitioners who seem to be strong and strong?"

"On a red business trip?" The passerby's eyes lit up when he heard this:

"Who wants to go to the execution ground to lose his head? What happened and how many people?"

The pedestrian looked around, and sure enough, he saw that there were many burly people at Caishikou today.

And at the entrances of the shops on both sides, more than one family put up offering tables or tables, poured a few bowls of wine for sending souls, or fried some side dishes, and the aroma of wine and meat overflowed for a while.

This is not the most exquisite, and some people even posted red couplets on the door of the shop, hung bright red silk, and they were full of joy.

Those who didn't know, thought that today was a big festival, or some kind of auspicious time for a happy event.

"There are quite a lot of people offering soul wine. What kind of high-ranking official wants to lose his head today? How many people will die in such a big battle?" The regular customer observed it and was a little surprised.

"I have been in the imperial capital for so many years, and the most spectacular one I have seen is that a group of rebels were escorted to the imperial capital. Hundreds of them died one after another. The executioner's ghost knife is almost blunt. It didn't seem like there was such a big fight that time, did it?"

Caishikou executions have occurred in ancient and modern times.

In particular, the Caishikou Execution Ground in the imperial capital has been famous for a long time since it lasted from the previous dynasty to the present.

The remnants of the previous dynasty, the dignitaries of the current dynasty, the heinous criminals... the dead are countless.

The more vicious and illustrious the deceased, the more prominent the status, the more onlookers there will be, and the more lively the Caishikou will be.

This Caishikou execution ground has already become one of the famous places in the imperial capital!

When I came to the imperial capital, I didn't go to the vegetable market to see a beheading. It's like going to Sichuan and not eating spicy food, which has no internal taste.

"This time, only one died, and his name seems to be Qiao Zhong?" said the shopkeeper.

"Only one?" The regular customer lost interest immediately after hearing this:

"That's not interesting."

"Killing is nothing more than nodding your head. If you cut someone down with a knife, you'll be gone. You'll have to end the game right away. What's the point?"

They are from the imperial capital, and their vision and knowledge are naturally not comparable to that of the country people.

Country people, when they see a dead person, they have to make a fuss and gather around to look at it.

However, the people of the imperial capital have seen countless beheadings at Caishikou, and many of them were beheaded by prominent officials and dignitaries. Now only one person has been executed, which does not arouse their interest at all.

What's the point of losing a person's head without bleeding into rivers?

"Hey, you don't understand now." The shopkeeper said with a smile:

"Just one person was executed, and there was such a big battle, so it is natural that this person's status is unusual, or what he committed is unusual!"

"As for Qiao Zhong, he has committed a lot of things, not only assassinating the current emperor, but also desecrating the statue of the god in the Taoist temple..."

"Ah, why does this person have such a long brain? Isn't he afraid of offending the gods in the sky? The immortal elders in the Taoist temple are all there."

"This is coming without retribution. I have been arrested on the spot by the Holy Majesty, and I have been imprisoned in the prison for a while. I think I have suffered a lot."

On the bench next to the entrance of the teahouse.

Daozhen, who had changed into ordinary clothes, raised his head slightly, glanced at the two chatting next door, and many thoughts flashed through his mind.

"These people, how could they be so stupid that the knife didn't fall on their heads?"

"This Qiao Zhong and Wu Jihui's gang died for assassinating the emperor and resisting my fairy sect."

Qiao Zhong's death sentence was extraordinary.

In the assassination of Emperor Yonghe, it is said that the famous martial artist was struck to death by a thunderbolt on the spot and wiped out in ashes.

And Qiao Zhong, as the only death row inmate who did not die on the spot, was naturally influenced by many warriors.

Martial sages are famous all over the world, and the arsenal of the Martial Arts Association in the past has collected martial arts from all over the world. Numerous warriors in the imperial capital want to find this Qiao Zhong and ask about the situation that day.

"Since the death of Wu Shengren, even the Wu Jihui has been silent, and there has been little news about the Wu Jihui."

Daozhen looked around, not counting him as a disciple of the Daoist sect, there were still many warriors gathered at Caishikou at this time, and there were many powerful ones among them.

"I heard that there are some warriors who are determined to find the arsenal of the martial sage with the help of Qiao Zhong? Oh, these people are also stupid. Even the martial sage is dead. What is the value of the arsenal he left behind? No matter how hard you practice martial arts Strong, can it be stronger than Wu Shengren? Anyway, they are all mortals who can be killed by a thunderbolt..."

Daozhen sat quietly, raising his glass and sipping Qingming, quite comfortable.

Wu Shengren is a fierce sun, and now the sun is easily swallowed by the night. From now on, Wu Fu's sky will be a long night, and the immortal lives above the clouds in the night sky, overlooking the mortal world.

And at this time.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The sound of the gong beating suddenly sounded, overwhelming the noise of people at the entrance of the vegetable market.

The people who were halfway through the price negotiation in the vegetable market stopped talking, and just tilted their heads to follow the sound.

The time has finally come!

A large group of hundreds of burly officers and soldiers came from a distance, with long knives out of their sheaths, cold and murderous, driving away pedestrians blocking the way.

At the front of the officers and soldiers was Qin Shiqing, the warden of the sky prison who was riding a horse.