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

But now their hopes have been completely dashed.

Daozhen also saw the changes in the expressions of the many warriors in the crowd. He glanced at the body that had fallen to the ground and was supported by its broken knees, and his heart moved.

"I could have died decently and without pain, but why did I have to struggle a little bit?"

"But it is precisely because of this, it is the weakness, it is the pain that the tenacity of mortals can be revealed."

Daozhen was sitting at the door of the tea house facing the street, watching this scene, he was also amazed and judged;

"This trip to Caishikou was worthwhile for me."

"Personally speaking, Qiao Zhong's attitude before his death is not the same as his past deeds, but it's a pity..."

Daozhen glanced at the noisy crowd around him.

In front of the crowd, the hunchbacked old man finally picked up the steamed bun on the ground. He carefully tore off the dirty part of the steamed bun with the dirty shoe prints on it, wiped the cuff again, and looked at the blood stains on it. I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's a pity that his death will be of no benefit to the country or the people. There is nothing more so-called bravery than that."

"Break a god statue, do you think you can kill immortals with mortals?"

"The blood is on the top, and the moment of excitement is exchanged for the people to talk about it after dinner."

"Even this conversation is only for a while." Daozhen continued to drink tea, making a judgment to himself.

It's just that his pointing attitude has already fallen into the ears of others.

"If you think that the death of one or two righteous men will change the sun and the moon into a new sky, that would be too arrogant."

"But even so, their deaths were not meaningless."

A voice sounded from the side.

Daozhen turned his head to look, but saw a person dressed as a swordsman in green clothes, it was the storyteller Jiang Chen.

He witnessed the death of Qiao's family once again, and he couldn't help being a little emotional at this moment.

He was saved by Qiao's family. He couldn't bear to listen to the words of the bamboo hat guest, and a thousand thoughts came to his mind.

From ancient times to the present, throughout the dynasties, every time a dynasty changes, there must be an uprising army.

The earliest rebels earned a reputation at most, but they all ended up with a tragic death. What they often faced was the full force of the entire dynasty, which was just one or two stepping stones.

So in his view, the Qiao family is just such a few stubborn stones.

"The tree that embraces is born at the end of the millet; the platform with nine stories rises from the base of the soil."

"Seeds won't grow into towering trees all at once. It takes years of watering to grow. It doesn't happen overnight." He said angrily:

"If you see a seed that breaks the ground, and ask him with the expectation of a towering tree, saying that this kind of seed can't shade, then you can only say ignorance and arrogance."

"Even if it's as small as one or two stepping stones, it's not meaningless."

In the former Yancheng, Guo Yan's family was the only one with no rivals, and he was even more scheming and sophisticated.

So although Mr. Guo was domineering and rebellious, no one dared to pull out his beard, because the gap in strength was too great, this was not a target that ordinary warriors including Jiang Chen could fight against.

So the days passed day by day, the Guo family became stronger and stronger, and Yancheng was built into his Guo family's territory. Gradually, no one spoke, at most they dared to say that Guo Yan spoiled his youngest son too much.

Until a stubborn stone died under Guo Yan's hands.

Then the second, the third...

For Jiang Chen, who witnessed the collapse of the former city lord Guo Yan's high-rise building, he felt the same at this time, and his mood was agitated.

Because he was the one who was touched by witnessing the tragic death of Qiao's family.

"You mean... Qiao Zhong is a stepping stone for mortals to climb the clouds and fight against immortals?" Daozhen narrowed his eyes, but he was not angry.

To him, the sharp words of mortals are like a vicious puppy barking at people. He doesn't feel angry at all, but finds it a little funny.

"...." Jiang Chen opened his mouth, but this time he didn't answer.

"Stop talking, let's go." The face of Shunfeng Er next to him changed at this moment, and he pulled him outside.

Daozhen was left alone and continued to sit at the entrance of the teahouse drinking tea. He saw the crowd at Caishikou gathering and then leaving, and only a little blood remained on the loess in the execution ground.

............

"Jiang Chen, you did something wrong this time."

Shun Feng Er pulled Jiang Chen to a place where there was no one else, so he put on a straight face and reprimanded this junior.

"Do you know who the hat hat guy was?" He asked seriously.

"...Who is he? Has a big background?" Jiang Chen's heart skipped a beat.

He still had a bit of passion in his heart, so just now he was emotionally agitated and couldn't choose what to say. Looking back now, it was really inappropriate to argue with passers-by at Caishikou.

This is the capital of the empire, and the people eating melons by the roadside may indeed be princes and nobles.

Judging by the tone of the man's speech, he was indeed condescending, with the taste of a carnivore.

"How would I know?" Shunfeng Er threw up his hands confidently.

Jiang Chen:?

His heart was about to jump out, he thought he had offended some big shot, you said you didn't know?

"You don't know who he is, but you dare to talk like that?" Shunfeng'er's face darkened:

"The bamboo hat guest just now spoke a bit extraordinary."

"There are generally only two possibilities for such a tone of voice."

"One is the immortal cultivators of the Immortal Sect." He said:

"When they face mortals, they have a kind of arrogance in their bones, and the tone of that person's speech just now is indeed very similar."

As soon as Jiang Chen arrived in the imperial capital, he got into a fight with a suspected immortal cultivator in the street?

Jiang Chen suddenly felt uneasy.

"So, what about another possibility?" He asked again.

"Another possibility is that it's just pointing Jiangshan's crooked butt." Shunfeng sneered:

"He laughs at the stupidity of the people who only know that steamed buns are dipped in blood, and laughs at Qiao Zhong who shakes trees, but he doesn't know that he himself is one of the people, but he likes to stand on a high place and point out the country."

"There are many such people in this imperial capital. Why do you care about him?"

Jiang Chen:...

"In short, you did this recklessly, don't do it again in the future." Shunfeng looked at this junior.

He was the guide for Jiang Chen to enter Tingchao Tower, but in fact the two are not from the same faction in Tingchao Tower.

"Facts" and "Anecdote" storytellers do not say that fire and water are incompatible, but the difference in philosophy is also the difference between clouds and mud.

Now he can see the difference between the two clearly.

At the very least, arguing with passers-by who are suspected of cultivating immortals at the entrance of Caishi in the imperial capital is something that he would never do if he had a good ear.

......................

The moon is sparse, and the faint moonlight shrouds the entrance of Caishi.

At this time, there were no pedestrians at Caishikou, and the blood stains left on the ground were covered by officers and soldiers with loess, only showing a deep black red on the soil.

Qiao Zhong's headless corpse has long been restrained. After all, he is also a fourth-rank warrior. If the corpse is not disposed of, it may attract bloodthirsty monsters.

Under the moonlight, Qiao Shu's head was hung on a sharpened stake, and the blood that flowed out stained the stake red.

Caishikou beheaded for public display, in order to imitate others.

This is not a matter of one knife, the head of the vicious criminal has to be hung on the stake like this, and the public is allowed to watch.

A tall and burly warrior looked at the head on the wooden stake from a distance, picked up the wine jug at his waist, and poured it into his mouth.

He was the tall warrior who gave way to the hunchbacked old man.

There are actually quite a few warriors like him who disguise themselves and watch the execution secretly, and he is just one of them.

It's just that from the execution in the morning to now, there is still no turning point as he imagined, so he can only drink to drown his sorrows.

"What Qiao Zhong, what martial sage, they are all piles of loess..."

He was walking crookedly on the street and stopped suddenly.

In front of him was a figure shrouded in robes.

"The sword ghost who used to be a master of refining gods is now a drunkard. Why, do you really regard the martial sage as the last hope of my generation of martial arts, and now the martial arts mind has collapsed?" The man in the robe was full of sarcasm.

"What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with me?" Sword Demon hiccupped drunkenly.

"Although the Wu sage is dead, for hundreds of years, with the Wudang patriarch Zhang Zhenren as the head, there are still legends in the world who entered Taoism through martial arts." The robed man said.

If martial saints are the last hope in the hearts of some warriors, then it is the dream of some warriors to enter Taoism through martial arts.

"Wake up, the Martial Arts Association has never been able to take the lead, while my generation's Martial Dao League is pursuing martial arts!"

"Enter the Tao with martial arts, and become a golden body of martial arts. You can be invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, break through all spells with one force, and are not afraid of strangers!"

“…”

in the dark.

Wayne, who was covered in black night clothes, stood in the shadows, looking at the man in robes who was talking.

"Once Wu Shengren died, all kinds of monsters and ghosts jumped out..." He straightened his body and disappeared into the night.

Chapter 132 Chapter 127

The night was getting dark.

Caishikou, which was bustling during the day, is now quiet, with not many pedestrians.

A wooden stake stood alone at the execution ground, and Qiao Mu's head was stuck on it just like that.

When he died, his eyes were still open. Even now that he is dead, his eyes are still open. His imposing manner makes it hard to look at.

With a gust of cool wind blowing by, the hair fluttered with the wind, occasionally covering his face, but the fierceness in the dead man's eyes did not diminish a bit.

And Qiao Mu stood at the corner of the street, looking at his current head through the faint moonlight.

"As expected of me, I died with great momentum."

"There's no need for such a thing as recycling the head." Qiao Mu thought to himself:

His headless body has been restrained by the officers and soldiers, and there is only such a head left for public display. In fact, there is no need to burrow into the ground for peace.

Glancing around squintingly, there were several officers and soldiers chatting under the arbor, apparently guarding Qiao Mu's head to avoid accidents.

"Then, let'Qiao Zhong's head stay a little longer."

Qiao Mu didn't care, anyway, he didn't shy away from his own corpse, he could fight side by side with his own ashes at any time, a head was nothing.

Just about to turn around and leave, the patrolling officers and soldiers walked towards them. They looked at each other and quickly stepped forward:

"Old man, it's so late, why are you here? Why don't you go home and rest?"

"I..." Qiao Mu rolled his eyes and thought about his words.

Before the words were spoken, the officers and soldiers saw Qiao Mu's deliberation, frowned and said:

"Can't find the way? Where do you live? Why is no one watching, and let you go out for a walk so late."

"My house... is on the east side of the city?" Qiao Mu rolled his eyes and asked hesitantly.

The two officers and soldiers looked at each other, feeling a little helpless.

"Caishikou here is the west of the city, you are going the wrong way."

"It's late at night, so you should be careful." The officers and soldiers turned around and left after admonishing casually.

They didn't question the old man Qiao Mu carefully...it seemed that they didn't think the old man who appeared at Caishikou at night was suspicious.

"Am I already a harmless old man? So it's not suspicious?" Qiao Mu subconsciously touched the wrinkles on his face, feeling a little delicate.

Now he is very old, ninety years old.

His skin was sagging, his face was wrinkled, and his hair was all white.

Seventy years of life is still rare in ancient times, and now Qiao Mu, who is 90 years old, is a relatively rare old man in this imperial capital.

"Have you reached your old age?"