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

"I have already investigated the fact that my brother was framed. The few people headed by that poisonous woman will surrender to the government tomorrow..."

Qiao Mu was very busy that night, the young woman before was just the first person he saw.

During the day, there were several extras who forced Qiao Mu, and their framing naturally had to pay a price.

On this point, Qiao Shuanglin, who was in the middle of the game at the time, was not easy to take action against them, but it was really easy for Qiao Senlin, an outsider who had come back from the dead.

He can easily find them who are alone, and through methods such as pretending to be ghosts and intimidation, he can break through their mental defenses one by one and make them confess their crimes.

And his purpose of finding Fangyuan was to make a guarantee plan through the channel of the prison guard.

If after daybreak, the young woman and the others repent and refuse to turn themselves in, then Qiao Mu will use Fang Yuan's identity to expose their crimes...

"Senior Qiao Senlin, this act is too swift and resolute, with great powers..."

After listening to Qiao Mu's statement, Fang Yuan was just amazed.

Tomorrow's dawn, the young woman and others will surrender themselves, and Hai Wuya will also exert his strength in the court... One up and one down, maybe it is really hoped to shake up the shady scene, restore the reputation of Qiao Shuanglin, and at the same time, he will also have the relationship with the people behind this tragedy. Daozong, give it a good touch.

Chapter 166 Chapter 160 The Truth

In the middle of the night, the cool wind gradually picked up, blowing the two jujube trees in the courtyard rustling.

Two jujube trees stand side by side, the one on the left is slightly taller, the tree is exactly the same age as Fang Yuan and Fang Fang, and it was specially planted by Fang's father before his death.

Its meaning is that a single tree does not make a forest, let the two brothers and sisters support each other, and set off each other like these two trees.

But now standing in the night, listening to Qiao Mu talking about the little sister Fang Fang and Wan Ronghua, Fang Yuan felt overwhelmed and felt an inexplicable coldness.

After chatting about Qiao Shuanglin, Qiao Mu also interrogated Fang Fang from the young woman.

Qiao Mu didn't say much, this was his family business.

Actually think about it carefully.

When Fang Yuan first re-entered the Fang family's old house, he mentioned the past when he was young, saying that his father planted two jujube trees, and that his mother planted a small vegetable garden in the corner of the courtyard.

The memory of the past is vivid, but there is no memory of his little sister Fang Fang. The only thing related to it is the two trees planted by Fang's father.

Perhaps, he is obsessed with redeeming the old house, and what he really wants in his heart is not to find his lost younger sister Fang Fang, but just to find the reunion life of the old family when he was a teenager.

It's just that broken mirrors are hard to reunite, and the changes of my younger sister Fang Fang over the years are probably bigger than Fang Yuan, a prison guard who works hard to practice martial arts...

Qiao Mu picked up Huamao Wuchang and walked in, and quickly walked away, leaving Fangyuan alone standing quietly in the cold wind.

...........

Early the next morning.

In the private room of the natural residence of the Imperial Capital Tea House, the storyteller Jiang Chen was arguing fiercely with Shunfeng Er.

Wherever there are tide-players, there is Tingchaolou. The emperor wants to do something, so why not Tingchaolou's help?

It's just that before adding fuel to the flames, they still haven't reached a consensus on one thing.

This time, should they tell anecdotes, or the truth?

In the Caishikou tragedy in the imperial capital, there were over a hundred dead and thousands of people affected. This is because a certain person shook the tree with his flesh and blood to block the wind and snow.

This kind of thing is not small, especially the victims of the disaster are mostly silent about it and dare not talk about it.

It's just that they didn't talk about it, and officers and soldiers blocked the block, which aroused the curiosity of others and added a bit of mystery.

Since then, there have been different opinions about the Caishikou tragedy, and three or four different versions have been spread within a day...and the name Qiao Shuanglin often occupies a high position in the rumors.

The version that has spread the farthest is naturally the old man in his nineties, Qiao Shuanglin, who was a frivolous woman in the street. After being smashed, he angrily murdered her in the street, and the disciples of the Dao Sect came to kill her... This matter is already a serious incident. Anecdote.

But Jiang Chen has his own opinion.

"This matter is strange." Jiang Chen said:

"Since martial arts practitioners can't beat immortal cultivators, then Daozhen Immortal Head of Daoist Sect can easily suppress and kill Qiao Shuanglin." |

"Since this is the case, how could the battle between the two have spread so widely, destroying half of Caishikou, and even the teahouse on the street was destroyed."

And Shunfeng ear just shook his head:

"This matter is very deep. It involves the Dao Sect of Xianmen. The truth is not important anymore. Telling stories honestly and telling anecdotes and strange things can be regarded as fulfilling my duty of listening to Chaolou."

The implication is that he also knows that something is wrong, but it doesn't matter.

It's just that Jiang Chen was obviously quite serious, clapped his hands, and a moment later a burly man pushed the door in. It was one of yesterday's survivors, "Dragon Claw" Hu Han.

"This incident was indeed caused by two disciples of Dao Dao Sect. We, including Qiao Shuanglin, were just passers-by who were affected by the disaster..." Hu Han recounted.

This made Shunfeng'er couldn't help but look at Jiang Chen with admiration.

This person is obviously a newcomer he recruited, but after joining the building, he has grown rapidly, and now he has a faint tendency to take charge of his own affairs, even without his knowledge, he has found a person involved, Hu Han.

In fact, this is also the result of going in both directions.

Jiang Chen wanted to find out the truth of the case, and Hu Han, the Dragon Claw, was known as a hero anyway, so he naturally didn't want to see that Qiao Shuanglin was blamed and would be splashed with dirty water after his death, so he took the initiative to find Tingchaolou people.

The two are also a perfect fit.

"You actually managed to find Hu Han, you have really grown up." Shunfeng Er admired.

Hu Han is not an ordinary fourth-rank martial artist. What is unusual is that he has a famous master.

His teacher, Lu Yanbei, is a generation of famous martial arts veterans. He heard No. 30 in the Chaolou skill list. He was over eighty years old and his blood had declined. He easily defeated an imperial court with just a wooden sword. A second-rank martial artist in his prime.

"It's just that since the truth is so, then you can't act rashly." Shunfenger said lightly:

"Based on my experience, the Great Yan court will also cooperate with Xianmen to cover up this matter..."

"They need someone to blame, and the dead will not stand up and refute."

This kind of thing happened many times in the past 40 years ago.

At first people were outraged, but it turned out to be just impotent rage, and then nothing happened.

Today, the reputation of Emperor Yonghe as weak and fatuous has spread among the people, and it is not for nothing.

If the king is like this, the government and the opposition will naturally act from top to bottom.

The attitude of the higher-ups has softened, and if the people can still rely on love to generate electricity to resist spontaneously, it is somewhat out of line.

"Even the imperial court is planning to cover up this matter in all likelihood, do you still want to be the first bird?" Shun Feng Er said.

These words made Jiang Chen and Hu Han silent.

Shunfeng Er can make up "Top Ten Bad Trousers in the World" and "Top Ten Strange Things in the Imperial Capital" at any time, and he is not afraid of being hated at all... But if it is said that something is related to the fairy gate, he can't just gossip about it.

"The early bird always dies first, just like that Qiao Shuanglin." Shunfeng Er calmly said:

"This world has always been like this. This matter will probably be the same as the previous cases involving Xianmen, and it will be nothing."

Jiang Chen only felt his heart sink, and he had a feeling of shortness of breath as if covered by dark clouds.

at this time.

A young storyteller hurriedly opened the door and entered, looking at the people who were arguing in the box.

"Something has happened." The young storyteller's expression showed the excitement of having just eaten a fresh melon.

"Some people in a hurry came to the government to report their crimes. One of them was the young woman from Caishikou. She said that she framed that old man named Qiao Shuanglin at Caishikou yesterday..."

"I heard that Hai Wuya, Minister of Rites who had just been released from prison, drafted a memorial, sprinkling thousands of words, to explain this matter to the current Emperor Yonghe."

Up to now, this matter has long been not about Qiao Shuanglin's pure reputation, but the conflict between immortals and mortals that has been raging in Kyushu for 40 years.

Chapter 167 Chapter 161

Golden Palace.

Emperor Yonghe, wearing a crown on the dragon chair, frowned deeply, looking down at the courtiers standing neatly in front of the hall, his eyes were a little lost, his face was a little haggard, obviously overthinking.

Since he succeeded to the throne, most of the things that bothered him and worried him were related to Xianmen.

And what he was thinking about today was the same.

Two disciples of the Dao Sect in the Foundation Establishment Stage fought in the vegetable market of the imperial capital, and the aftermath affected hundreds of people, causing a tragedy.

You must know that this is the capital of the emperor, and such a good show is obviously a big loss to the court and him, Emperor Yonghe...

If he was 20 years younger, he might be furious and ask Dao Daozong for an explanation.

But he is over forty years old, as the emperor of this dynasty, he should not act on his own will.

Ever since he pulled out the Human King Sword, he has consciously held the bargaining chip, and the attitude of the Nine Great Immortal Sects has also been significantly different from before, showing restraint on the surface...especially Xuantianzong, which was targeted by the Eight Great Immortal Sects.

Emperor Yonghe felt that he had jumped out of the chessboard and was already a chess player qualified to play against Xianmen.

So every time he makes a move, he naturally has to be more cautious.

The emperor is no small matter.

Therefore, how to make a decision on this matter, he naturally has to think twice before acting...

"His Majesty."

While thinking, suddenly there was an old voice.

"The minister has a table to play."

Looking up, Hai Wuya, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, coughed a few times, and more and more people came out.

The attendant at the side had already received the memorial and presented it up.

It's just that Emperor Yonghe didn't glance at the memorial, but stared at Hai Wuya.

Hai Wuya is nearly eighty years old, with gray hair, old and frail, and a slightly yellow complexion. Although he is a martial artist, he doesn't look very healthy.

With such an old age, he was quite conspicuous among the courtiers.

Today's Hai Wuya is already the only surviving elder among the courtiers from the late emperor's time, one or two generations older than the other courtiers.

The courtiers of the first emperor, all dead and old, some were retired like Wang Shanhe, and some were trapped in a prison like Hai Wuya.

Apart from Hai Wuya, the only one who can stand firmly in the current court hall is the prime minister of this dynasty, Bai Xiang, who is known for his tactful flattery.

After casually glancing at the memorial, Emperor Yonghe gradually frowned.

What was said in the memorial was not far from what he had expected.

Hai Wuya didn't try to vindicate Qiao Zhong, but only said that Qiao Shuanglin was a loyal man, and now he shouldn't die with a bad reputation...especially because he was still responsible for the fairy gate.

"I... I'm tired. I'll play tomorrow if I have something to do, so let's retreat."

The courtiers looked at each other and could only leave one after another.

It's just that Hai Wuya didn't leave.

He waited until the group of officials were almost gone, still stopped in the Golden Luan Hall, suddenly raised his head, and said seriously:

"Your Majesty, how can a person who holds a salary for everyone allow his reputation to be tarnished after he freezes to death?"

"There are countless people affected by the disaster at Caishikou, and there are probably thousands of people who have witnessed it with their own eyes. Even if you cover the cover, how long can you cover it? Can you cover the mouths of the world?"

"Foreigners are domineering, and human disasters are everywhere. This kind of thing has not happened once or twice. This time, the disaster of aliens has already appeared in the downtown area of ​​the imperial capital. If the court retreats this time as before, what about the next time?"

"Your Majesty, take one step back, one step at a time, when will you not go back?"

This time Hai Wuya seemed quite staunch, disregarding Emperor Yonghe's order to retreat from the court, he forced himself to speak, and his words were loud and loud.

The staunch civil and military ministers of the past are almost all dead, but now the court is almost all flattering people, and there are few staunch people like Hai Wuya.

Emperor Yonghe frowned, showing obvious displeasure, but still said patiently:

"I am the Son of Heaven, the Son of Heaven should think twice before acting."

"Small intolerance will lead to chaos and big plans. Today's retreat is only for the future, for the future generations of Dayan."

Hai Wuya was silent for a moment, then said generously:

"Your Majesty, it has been 40 years since the Alien War. The late emperor retreated 40 years ago, in exchange for the Taoist temples of the Nine Great Immortal Gates to open in every major city in Kyushu, and in exchange for human disasters everywhere."

"The old minister has the guts to ask... where is His Majesty's big plan?"

Emperor Yonghe's face became gloomy.

When he was young, he had seen Wang Shanhe carrying the coffin to die, and he yearned for it very much.

Today, after Hai Wuya came out of the dungeon, perhaps because of his limited time in his old age, he was much stronger than when he was young. It actually reminded him of the equally staunch Wang Shanhe and the civil servants who died admonishing him.