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

"Even if it's a cross-river dragon like Qiao's family, they have to make up their minds when they come here."

"Ma Shan is ridden by others, and good people are bullied. In today's world, kindness is a huge weakness." Wan Ronghua smiled:

"A person with a good reputation will definitely be burdened by his reputation."

He would not confront Qiao Mu head-on, such a loss or risk was unbearable for him.

But he can ruin Qiao Mu's reputation and fall into his trap step by step.

"How can ruining your reputation be enough?" Fang Fang said worriedly:

"After all, he is a powerful martial artist. If he came to him out of embarrassment and acted for that Fangyuan, the rest of our Wan family's worshipers may not be able to protect our Zhouquan all the time."

"Hehe, why should we do something about killing him?" Wan Ronghua put his arms around the concubine's slender waist, and said lightly:

"This Qiao Shuanglin is so high-profile, I must not be the only one who wants to deal with him."

"When he loses his reputation and becomes a street rat in the imperial capital, people who want to take advantage of the situation to kill him will probably line up from the gate of the city to the gate of the palace."

......

street corner.

A bearded middle-aged man withdrew his gaze towards the attic, the corners of his mouth raised unnaturally and frantically, and sat on the ground regardless of his image, sitting side by side with a little beggar.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...I laughed to death."

The bearded middle-aged man grinned loudly, his laughter was a bit insane, causing others to frown and stare, thinking it was a beggar going crazy.

"Here." He lightly kicked the little beggar beside him:

"Are you saying that those people are out of their minds?"

The bearded middle-aged man laughed loudly and said: "In the past, the martial saint claimed to be a saint, but he slaughtered half of the martial arts world, and his hands were bloody."

"As a result, many warriors regarded him as the last hope of warriors, worshiped him, and regarded him as an idol on the altar, a symbol of warriors of the human race."

"People in the world only fear Wu Shengren, and not many people dare to gossip. Even if Wu Shengren is dead now, Wu Jihui will still exist."

"However, the Qiao family did good deeds and generously donated to the patients, but now they are accused by thousands of people, accusing him of being a hypocrite."

"Good people, on the contrary, will be demanded by them with the standard of a perfect saint. It is hypocrisy not to disperse their wealth and send them to the Buddha."

"Wu Shengren calls himself a saint, but no one dares to ask him to do so. Instead, he is in awe of him, and there are even believers who respect and recognize him."

"Wu Shengren should not kill one or two people, they can't immediately build an altar and worship him as a god."

The little beggar old god next to him listened comfortably.

This little beggar is also strange, just lying there lazily basking in the sunset, without moving, with a broken bowl in front of him, even if he heard that a good man came to the hospital, he would not move, as if his butt was born on the ground Rooted.

The bearded man next to him said these words, but the little beggar didn't answer, he was at ease.

"This is in line with the old saying." The bearded man grinned and said:

"Those who hold salaries for everyone will surely be condemned to death by everyone!"

"Don't make such noise." The little beggar lay down on the ground with a plant of grass in his mouth, his hands behind his head, and said impatiently:

"What's your business? What's my business?"

The middle-aged man with curly beard was startled, and then he grinned loudly.

He seemed to be very patient with the little beggar, and he didn't get angry when he was teased by the little beggar, instead he grinned.

"That's wonderful, you're right." He looked at the noisy crowd:

"What does it have to do with you, and what does it have to do with me?" The bearded middle-aged man smiled and said to himself:

"If Qiao's family doesn't meddle in their own business and pays the 50 taels of consultation fee, how can all these things happen?"

.........

The door of the hospital.

Qiao Mu also felt amused when he heard many accusing voices around him.

Before he entered the inner hall of the medical center, he was still a good man, Master Qiao.

Entering the inner hall of the medical hall, he and Hai Wuya talked about the so-called essence of martial arts, saving the nation and saving the nation, and the future prospect of the prosperity of humanity.

As a result, as soon as he walked out, he was accused and blamed by the people of Great Yan.

I don't know, I thought he didn't do a good deed to replace the doctor's fee, but dig up the ancestral graves of these people in front of him?

Chapter 154 Chapter 148

The noise in my ear is getting louder and louder.

Qiao Mu was deeply surrounded by the crowd, and was pointed at by thousands of people, and countless eyes were like countless needlepoints, piercing his body.

And he kept silent, with no expression on his face.

So under the instigation of interested people, the people became more and more excited.

"Master Qiao is such a kind person, what's the matter with giving some spare money, why is it as difficult as cutting meat?"

"I've also heard about the fame of the Qiao family. I heard that they are a big family of martial arts and have produced many powerful martial artists. Naturally, they are much richer and more powerful than ordinary people."

"Just now you donated a thousand taels of silver generously, but now you don't want to take anything away? As long as you want to be famous, you don't want to pay more money?"

"Fame for reputation, fame for reputation!"

"I just saw that he still has silver taels in his wallet, but I just don't want to give it to him."

Qiao Mu still didn't speak, he quietly listened to the commotion of the people around him, feeling a little restless in his heart.

"You guys can't finish!" A low growl came from the side, overshadowing the noise of the crowd at the entrance of the medical hall.

The person who spoke was Fangyuan, the jailer of the Heavenly Prison.

Although his strength is not strong, he is also a warrior with inner strength after all, and it is not difficult to overwhelm these ordinary people.

Not to mention Qiao Mu, who was on the cusp of the storm, even Fang Yuan, who was listening beside him, felt unexplainably angry.

Fang Yuan is not an ordinary person either.

He was born as a son of a merchant, and now he is also a jailer in the Heavenly Prison, so he is naturally not a good stubble.

Naturally, he has seen innumerable incidents of running around, and the way the people play and roll, is of course useless in front of him, a prison guard like him.

"Don't let it go!"

He widened his eyes, murderous.

As a jailer of the Heavenly Prison, he had naturally seen blood before, and the way of extorting a confession by torture was smooth, but now with such a glare and growl, the ferocity of the jailer of the Heavenly Prison suddenly came out.

These ordinary people surrounded in front of the medical hall, how could they withstand such a threat, they immediately retreated several steps.

But then, a sharp-faced man in the crowd raised his voice and shouted:

"Hit someone, beat someone!"

"Qiao Shuanglin, the good man of the Qiao family, let his followers beat someone..."

The voices of different people also sounded in the crowd, mixed in the noise.

"As for beating people? Isn't that too much?"

"Isn't it blocking your way?"

"Heh, we ordinary thugs, how can we get in the way of the masters, why don't we kneel down and wait for Master Qiao to be in a good mood that day, and give some rewards so that we can have money for medical treatment?"

The jailer Fangyuan frowned, and just took a step forward, trying to push away the people blocking the way, but just as he raised his hand, the crowd rang out again.

"Qiao Shuanglin ordered his followers to beat someone..." This voice was heard everywhere again.

This time, Fangyuan was in a dilemma.

As the jailer of the Heavenly Prison, he is naturally not afraid of these people's tricks of playing rogue.

after all.

Moral kidnapping can only be used to kidnap moral people.

As long as he has no morals, then no one can kidnap him.

As a prison guard, he will not be soft when he really wants to do something.

It's just...the current Fangyuan is not the identity of the jailer of the Heavenly Prison, but the identity of Qiao Shuanglin's entourage...

Although he was not a follower, if he wanted to beat someone, Qiao Shuanglin's reputation would be lost.

This made him hesitate for a moment, standing there not knowing what to do.

"Fangyuan, step back." At this moment, an old man's gentle voice sounded next to his ear:

"let me."

Qiao Mu's old body walked up to Fang Yuan and looked at the many people blocking the way.

"As expected of Senior Qiao, after all, he has lived such an old age, he is very good at nourishing Qi, and everyone beside me is infuriated..." Fang Yuan looked at the old man's back, secretly admiring him.

Qiao Mu took a deep breath and exhaled like thunder:

"Go away! Don't block the way!"

"You know that I have done good deeds to pay for the patients, but if you don't know, you think I dug your family's graves?"

This shout sounded like thunder, and immediately forced the people to retreat step by step, clearing a large open space.

But although they withdrew, their mouths were not idle.

"He's in a hurry, he's in a hurry."

"I said earlier that he is a hypocrite, a hypocrite. Now it's all right, the chicken feet are finally exposed."

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Your attitude towards so many of our disaster victims is a disgrace to your Qiao family!"

"I heard that when Qiao's family was in Nanzhou, they were known for their urgency to justice and righteousness, valuing justice over life and death. Only now do I realize that they are just trying to gain fame. It's really hard to live up to the reputation..."

But Qiao Mu still sneered, and he stepped forward, not paying any attention to the accusations of these people.

"I don't care what you think. If you think I'm hypocritical or not, it's your business. What does it matter to me? I'll help, and I'll pay for it!"

His eyes were cold, and he stared coldly at the people who were talking and gossiping.

Although Qiao Mu has not entered the way of refining gods and has not yet mastered the method of witnessing, he has fought bloody battles to the death several times, and when he is serious, he has a strong murderous aura. All the bushes below lowered their eyebrows, and no one dared to look at him.

"Today is the Heavenly King Lao Tzu. It is also a good deed and a good deed to give money to people for medical treatment! How can you let us talk about it?"

He strode forward.

The crowded crowd unconsciously retreated to both sides. The gate yard, which was still crowded with each other just now, now unconsciously squeezed out a passage for the tree to advance. No one dared to block him, like a rock separating the waves.

He didn't care whether the eyes of the crowd were accusing or angry. He only left the back of the crowd's silver-white head, and didn't look back at all, and didn't stop.

Fang Yuan was stunned for a while, then hurriedly followed.

Although Qiao Mu's actions were very different from what he had imagined, he followed behind Qiao Mu, only feeling countless eyes watching him from behind, and he couldn't help trembling in his heart.

His heart trembled with excitement.

"At ninety years old, thousands of people can't shake his mind...This is an old man who is ninety years old. His heart is like a child, and he cannot be shaken. It is really yearning for him."

Admired in his heart, he followed behind the tree and disappeared at the end of the crowd.

........

After Qiao Mu left.

"Bah, a bunch of mobs." On the attic, Wan Ronghua looked away, a little resentful.

"Master, why do you need to get angry? How can those ordinary people have the courage to stand in front of Qiao Shuanglin?" The concubine Fang Fang said:

"Now that Qiao Shuanglin is angry and forced to withdraw the people who are in urgent need of medical treatment money, isn't this in our favor?"

"After today, as long as we spread the word, Qiao Shuanglin's reputation in this imperial capital will be considered bad."

"Not bad." Wan Ronghua nodded happily:

"After all, Qiao Shuanglin is a stronger warrior than the sword ghost. It's easy to expect these ordinary people to stop him."

"Right now, that's just the first step."

"The good show is yet to come. To ruin Qiao Shuanglin's reputation, this step alone is not enough."