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

The pilgrims talked about the recent popular events in a few words, and burned incense in the temple.

And Qiao Canxue was listening in a daze, her heart was like thunder.

"I didn't expect Qiao Mu to have a father who was still alive, and his father even killed Guo Yan, the lord of Yan City."

This news is great news for Qiao Canxue.

Originally, Qiao Mu died because of him, and she had nothing to repay, so she decided to kill Guo Yan to avenge him.

But since Qiao Mu still has her father alive, she has more ways to repay her.

Even though Qiao Mu is dead, no amount of repayment seems to be slow, but after all, it is different from before.

Her mood gradually became agitated, and her eyelids opened slightly again, revealing a vast expanse of whiteness.

"I wanted to wait for my magical skills to be perfect, and then kill Guo Yan with my own hands to avenge him."

"Since he still has family members alive, it's easy to handle."

"My father-in-law killed the city lord of Yancheng, and it will cause trouble if I think about it. Then I will go to protect my father-in-law's safety when I am done."

The fat nun at the side saw Qiao Canxue's eyes slightly open, and her aura rose three times in a row.

"Huh? Epiphany? This is the fourth level of the Qi refining period?" The fat nun first widened her eyes in shock, and then narrowed her eyes with joy.

"This kind of practice speed is outrageous compared to those disciples who rely on the power of incense and fire to refine 'incense and fire charms' to assist in their practice. Perhaps this girl can really walk out of a path different from the nine immortals in this world today. The Immortal Way of the Gate..."

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Heyang Fucheng.

In Xiaocui Pavilion of the tea house, a storyteller in green shirt and sword is slapping the gavel and telling a story:

"I just heard the strong man Qiao Sen yell: I'm a martial artist, I'm sure I'll go forward!"

"After finishing speaking, stab the Lord of Yan City to death with a single shot, and walk away..."

The tea guests burst into cheers and applause from time to time.

A corner of the teahouse.

Several policemen in soap clothes with sabers and swords on their waists were also sitting in front of the Eight Immortals Table, as if they were also listening to a storyteller.

"Captain Joe, it's not right." One of the officers lowered his voice and said:

"We received the order. It was Qiao Sen, who committed the murder in Yancheng and assassinated the imperial court official, who had just become a wanted criminal by the imperial court, so we wanted to drive away the storyteller in this teahouse. But why did you come here to listen to the book?"

"What's wrong? If you don't listen to what he said, how will you know the right and wrong of the matter? Wait until he finishes speaking before doing anything."

Qiao Mu sat lazily, drinking tea and listening to books.

Ever since he accidentally ran into a storyteller bragging about his awesomeness that day, he has fallen in love with this feeling a little bit.

But he didn't expect to come to Heyang Fu City on the front foot, and meet the familiar sword storyteller on the back foot, and the story he told happened to be his own story.

"That's right. This storytelling story is really interesting." The tea guest at the next table is a middle-aged man in a long robe and quite dignified. He seems to be nearly forty years old, and he is talking with a smile at this time:

"But since you are the headhunter of Heyang Fucheng, you have to perform official duties, right? How is it time to listen to books? Things have to be prioritized. Isn't official duties important?"

Qiao Mu frowned slightly, and turned to look at the middle-aged man in the robe next to him.

The stranger who spoke to him spoke strangely. It was clearly a stranger who spoke to him, but it sounded like he was condescending and asking questions.

"There are priorities." Qiao Mu said casually:

"You can do whatever you want for such a small matter. If there is a big matter, I will naturally not spare myself."

"But you love teaching people so much, why don't you point the current emperor to fight alien wars?"

Chapter 69 Chapter 65 Pointing at Emperor Yonghe (3K)

The middle-aged man who spoke to him was dressed in a long robe and had a short beard. When talking to others, his chin would be raised slightly, and he looked quite dignified.

As soon as Qiao Mu's words came out, the short-bearded middle-aged man who spoke to him was obviously stunned, as if he didn't expect Qiao Mu to respond so badly, and he stood there for a while without saying a word.

On the contrary, Chu Huwei, who was sitting at the same table with him, couldn't help but twitched his eyes, squinting at the tree.

He knew that Emperor Dayan next to him was recommended by Wang Shanhe, the former Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishments who had lived in seclusion for many years, so he wanted to meet Qiaopifu on a whim.

But this was just a whim, and it didn't mean that Emperor Dayan attached much importance to Qiaopifu.

It is not impossible for this person to speak like this, to directly talk about the alien war in which the Great Yan Dynasty suffered a disastrous defeat, and to enrage the emperor the next moment and cause his death.

After a while, the middle-aged man who spoke to me came back to his senses, frowned and said:

"I'm talking to you, what are you doing with the current saint?"

"Didn't you point out Jiangshan first?" Qiao Mu said lazily while sipping tea.

In places like teahouses and restaurants, it is not uncommon for many young people to give advice and debate passionately.

The short-bearded middle-aged man was speechless for a while, and just about to explode, his frowning brows loosened.

Thinking about Wang Shanhe, Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishments during the late emperor's time, when he was in office, he was also a man with a strong temperament and no sand in his eyes.

Temper is one thing, the key point is whether you have real talent or not.

If this Qiaopifu is the second Wang Shanhe, it's not like he can't bear it for a while.

So the middle-aged man with the short beard said:

"Since you want to point out the country, why don't you tell me what kind of person this current sage is?"

These words are not only about checking Qiao Mu, but actually also mean listening to the voice of the people.

Emperor Dayan had lived in the deep palace for a long time, and this time he went on a secret trip with a micro-service and private visit, and wanted to hear the voices of the people.

And Qiao Mu blurted out directly: "This Holy Majesty should really..."

Halfway through his words, he braked on the spot and frowned and looked at the middle-aged man.

Because he and Qiao Canxue discussed the matter of assassinating the emperor in Yancheng, Qiao Mu has never forgotten this matter until now.

When someone asked this question just now, he almost blurted out the words that the emperor should be damned.

Today's Qiao Mu dressed up in disguise and entered Heyang Fucheng alone, speaking with a taste of no taboo.

But there are no taboos in speaking, and death are two concepts.

Qiao Mu frowned gradually.

What happened to this stranger who accosted me?Came to talk to him on purpose, let him point out the country and talk about the current emperor on purpose?

Why is this person so vicious in his intentions, is he trying to kill me... huh?Kill me?

Qiao Mu suddenly remembered that he was cheating.

Is he afraid of death?

Qiao Mu is afraid of low-quality death, but yearns for high-quality death.

If it's something like "the current emperor deserves to die" in a teahouse, it is obviously meaningless to die.

But if he can show reason and level, even if he dies because of his words, Qiao Mu can still earn a reputation, and the evaluation of death will not be bad.

"Are you talking about Emperor Yonghe of the current dynasty? Emperor Yonghe is naturally a good emperor, so we'll be done with it." Qiao Mu said.

The frown of the short-bearded middle-aged man relaxed.

Who doesn't like to disguise their identity and listen to other people boasting about themselves?

Qiao Mu likes it, and so does he.

He is now visiting privately in a micro-service, listening to the voices of the people.

And Qiao Mu is a small fucheng headhunter, and low-level public officials are naturally part of the common people.

Rounding it up, it is the people of Dayan who are saying that he is a good emperor.

How could he not be in a good mood?

"You said that the current emperor is a good emperor? So what's so good about it?" The middle-aged man with short beard suppressed a trace of joy in his heart and asked again.

You keep talking, talk more, I love to listen.

Just listen to Qiao Mu continue:

"It's good that he has a good year name."

"Yonghe Yonghe, today's emperor surrenders to the strangers without a fight, the compensation is licking their feet, and they dare not even fight. Can there be no Yonghe?"

"As long as you surrender before the enemy captures you, you won't be able to fight a war. Wouldn't that mean eternal peace?"

As soon as the words came out.

The guard of Chu next to the middle-aged man with short beard subconsciously looked at his nose, nose and heart, not daring to look at the face of Emperor Yonghe beside him.

And the policemen in soap clothes beside Qiao Mu also stared wide-eyed in shock.

Guigui, you Qiao Tutou can listen to books and catch fish in the teahouse, but now you dare to talk about the current emperor, are you really not afraid of death?

The strong desire to survive made them subconsciously take a few steps back, and looked around again, for fear that their rebellious remarks would be heard by others.

Fortunately, the storyteller was at the climax of his story, and the tea shoppers in the building were fascinated by it. It seemed that no one listened to the people like Qiao Mu in the corner giving advice.

The middle-aged man with short beard took a deep breath, and it took him a long time to calm down, and said slowly:

"The aliens are powerful, beyond the reach of the Yan Dynasty. After all, even the martial sages of the late emperor's time retreated miserably, and the [-] elite army was wiped out."

"Is there a possibility that the current Holy Majesty is focusing on the overall situation..."

"You want to say that the Holy Majesty is playing a big game of chess, don't you, brother understand?" Qiao Mu interrupted him and said casually.

The middle-aged man with short beard froze, not understanding what Qiao Mu said:

"My surname is Yan, not Dong..."

"What does your last name matter to me?" Qiao Mu said casually:

"Speaking of which, I have a friend named Guo."

"Others say that he is quite strategic, he handles things smoothly and methodically, his emotions and anger are invisible, and he never gets angry easily."

"When someone confronts someone face to face, he tolerates it, because he knows that a small amount of intolerance will lead to a big conspiracy. At that time, it was not the best time to make a move, so it is better to be steady."

"When the villain kills his relatives face to face, he endures it, because he knows that the son of a daughter will not stand still, and his years of business can't be ruined by a momentary impulse..."

The middle-aged man surnamed Yan waited for a while, but did not hear Qiao Mu's next words, so he asked:

"What then?"

"Later, it's gone. People are gone." Qiao Mu said casually:

"He was killed by that gangster."

"If there is really a strategy, it is actually easy to say if there is a real calculation."

"What I'm afraid of is the so-called strategic calculation, which is just a reason for not wanting to be in danger, and fearing death."

The middle-aged man surnamed Yan soon turned red, and then turned into a liver color.

He felt that the person across from him was beating around the bush and scolding him, but he had no proof.

"Your friend is a person. But behind the current emperor is a country, which cannot be generalized." He said again.

"Yes." Qiao Mu nodded:

"So for the sake of the overall situation, we should, like Emperor Yonghe, use all the material resources of the Yan Dynasty to support the high-ranking alien sects, and set up alien sect resident in each big city. You are welcome to come and play at any time."

Having said that, the atmosphere has changed.

There is no soap-clothed policeman by Qiao Mu's side.These non-stops quickly walked away, listening to the book in a state of ecstasy, a full ten steps away from Qiao Mu, without making eye contact at all.

Who is this person? They don't know each other well.

The other tea guests at the adjacent table also changed their expressions, and hurriedly got up and left.

And the middle-aged man surnamed Yan finally couldn't hide his complexion. He glanced at the other policemen in soap clothes who were unconsciously far away from the tree, and said in a deep voice:

"Aren't you afraid of death if you make unreasonable remarks about the current sage?"

I finally saw you, I was just waiting for your words...

Qiao Mu has always suspected that this person has bad intentions and wants to kill him, which is exactly what he wants.

Qiao Mu said: "I have always liked the words of the late emperor."