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

The warriors hidden in the crowd had dim eyes and began to leave in silence.

Some of them came because of the Martial Saint.

Some warriors regarded the Martial Saint as their last hope. Even though they knew that the Martial Saint had died under the thunder, they still thought that the Martial Saint had some tricks up his sleeve, which might fall on Qiao Zhong, who was an eyewitness at the time.

But now their hopes were completely dashed.

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

"You could have died dignified and painless, but you had to struggle. Why did you have to do this?"

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

Daozhen sat at the door of the teahouse facing the street, watching this scene, and he was amazed and made a judgment;

"This trip to Caishikou was worthwhile for me."

"As a person, Qiao Zhong's posture before his death was exactly the same as his previous 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 dirty shoe prints on the surface, wiped it with his sleeve, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the blood stains on it.

"It's a pity that his death is of no benefit to the country or the people. This is the so-called bravery of a common man."

"Just because you smashed a statue, you think you can kill the immortal with a mortal?"

"You are so excited that you can only get people to talk about it after dinner."

"Even this topic is only temporary." Daozhen continued to sip tea and made judgments while talking to himself.

But his attitude of pointing fingers at the country has long been heard by others.

"If you think that the death of one or two heroes can change the sun and the moon, it's too arrogant."

"But even so, their death is not meaningless."

A voice sounded next to him.

Daozhen turned his head and saw a person dressed as a blue swordsman, who was the storyteller Jiang Chen.

He witnessed the death of the Qiao family again, and his mood was inevitably a little excited at this moment.

He was a person who was saved by the Qiao family. He couldn't listen to the words of the man in the bamboo hat, and a thousand thoughts emerged in his mind.

From ancient times to the present, every dynasty has had its own uprising.

The earliest rebels could only gain a reputation after death, and finally died tragically. They often faced the full force of the entire dynasty, which was just one or two stepping stones.

So in his opinion, the Qiao family was just a few stubborn stones.

"A tree that can be embraced by two people grows from a tiny seed; a nine-story tower starts from a pile of earth."

"A seed will not grow into a towering tree all at once. It takes years of watering to grow. It is not a matter of one day or one night." He said angrily:

"If you see one or two seeds breaking through the soil, and you ask them to expect the same from a towering tree, saying that this seed cannot provide shade, then you can only say that you are ignorant and arrogant."

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

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

Therefore, although Master Guo was domineering and violent, no one dared to pull out his tiger whiskers, because the gap in strength was too great, and this was not a target that ordinary warriors including Jiang Chen could fight against.

So the days passed like this, the Guo family became increasingly powerful, and Yancheng became the territory of his Guo family. Gradually, no one said anything, and at most they only dared to say that Guo Yan doted on his young son too much.

Until a stubborn stone died at the hands of Guo Yan.

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 and was excited at this time.

Because he was a person who was touched by witnessing the tragic death of the Qiao family.

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

The sharp words of mortals seemed to him like a ferocious puppy barking at people. He did not feel angry at all, but rather a little interesting.

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

"Stop talking, let's go." Shunfenger, who was standing next to him, changed his expression at this time and pulled him out.

Daozhen was left alone to continue to sit at the door of the teahouse and drink tea. He saw the crowd at the vegetable market gathered and dispersed, and only a few bloodstains remained on the loess at the execution ground.

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

Shunfenger pulled Jiang Chen to a deserted place, then put on a stern face and scolded this junior.

"Do you know who the man in the bamboo hat was just now?" he asked seriously.

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

He still had some blood in his heart, so he was excited and spoke without thinking. Now thinking back, it was really inappropriate to argue with passers-by at the vegetable market.

This is the imperial capital, and the people eating melons on the roadside could indeed be some princes and nobles.

Judging from the tone of that person's speech, he was indeed high and mighty, and had the flavor of a meat eater.

"How would I know?" Shunfenger spread his hands confidently.

Jiang Chen:?

His heart was about to jump out of his chest, thinking that he had offended some big shot, and you said you didn't know?

"You don't know who he is, how dare you speak like this?" Shunfeng'er's face darkened:

"The man in the bamboo hat just now did speak in a somewhat extraordinary way."

"Generally speaking, there are only two possibilities for speaking in that tone."

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

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

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

Jiang Chen suddenly felt uneasy in his heart.

"So, what's another possibility?" he asked again.

"The other possibility is that he's just pointing out Jiang Shan's crooked buttocks." Shunfeng Er sneered:

"He laughs at the stupid people who only know how to dip their steamed buns in blood, and laughs at the bells and insects shaking the trees. Little does he know that he himself is one of the ten thousand people, but he likes to stand on a high place and point out the country."

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

Jiang Chen: ....

"Anyway, you did this recklessly. Don't do it again in the future." Shunfeng Er looked at this junior.

He was the one who led Jiang Chen into Tingchao Tower, but in fact, the two were not from the same faction in Tingchao Tower.

"Facts" and "anecdotes" storytellers are not said to be incompatible, but the difference in concepts is also a matter of clouds and mud.

Now he can finally see the difference between the two.

At the very least, Shunfeng Er would never do such a thing, arguing with a passerby who was suspected of being a cultivator at Caishikou in the imperial capital.

....

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

At this time, there were no pedestrians in Caishikou, and the officers and soldiers covered the traces of blood on the ground with loess, leaving only a deep black-red color on the soil.

Qiao Zhong's headless corpse had long been contained. After all, he was still a fourth-level warrior. If the corpse was not disposed of, it might attract bloodthirsty monsters.

Under the moonlight, Qiao Mu's head was hung on a sharpened wooden stake, and the blood flowing out dyed the wooden stake red.

Caishikou was beheaded in public to serve as a warning to others.

This is not a matter of just one stabbing. The head of a heinous criminal has to be hung on a wooden stake and allowed to be watched by the public.

A tall and burly warrior looked at the head on the wooden stake from a distance, picked up the wine bottle 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 many warriors like him who disguise themselves and watch the execution secretly, and he is just one of them.

But from the execution in the morning until now, there was still no turnaround as he imagined, so he could only drink to drown his sorrows.

"What Qiao Zhong, what martial sage, are just a handful of loess..."

He was walking crookedly on the street, and suddenly stopped.

In front of him was a figure shrouded in robes.

"The sword ghost who was a master of god refining in the past has now become a drunkard. Why, you really regard the martial saint as the last hope of our martial arts, and now the martial arts mind has collapsed?" The man in the robe said with full of sarcasm.

"What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with me?" The sword ghost's eyes were filled with drunkenness and he burped.

"Although the martial saint is dead, for hundreds of years, headed by the Wudang founder Zhang Zhenren, there are still legends of using martial arts to enter Taoism." The man in the robe said.

If the martial saint is the last hope in the hearts of some warriors, then entering the Tao through martial arts is the dream in the hearts of some warriors.

"Wake up, the Martial Arts Association has never been able to take the leading role, but we in the Martial Arts Alliance pursue martial arts!"

"Enter the Tao through martial arts, practice martial arts and become a golden body. It is invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, can defeat all kinds of magic with one force, and is not afraid of strangers!"

"..."

In the night.

Wayne, who was completely covered in black night clothes, stood in the shadows and looked at the robed man talking from a distance.

"As soon as Wu Shengren died, all kinds of monsters and ghosts jumped out..." He straightened up and disappeared into the night.

Chapter 127 In old age

The night is getting darker.

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

There was a wooden stake standing alone at the execution ground, and Qiao Mu's head was stuck on it.

When he died, his eyes were still wide open. Even now that he is dead, his eyes are still not closed, and his aura is so majestic that it is difficult to look at him.

As a gust of cool wind blew by, his hair flew with the wind, occasionally covering his face, but the sharp look in the eyes of the deceased did not diminish.

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

"As expected of me, I died with such grandeur."

"There is no need to recycle heads." Qiao Mu thought in his mind:

His headless body has been restrained by the officers and soldiers, and only his head is left on display. In fact, there is no need to bury him in peace.

Glancing sideways around him, he saw that there were several officers and soldiers keeping vigil under the pergola chatting, apparently guarding Qiao Mu's head to prevent any accidents.

"Then, we might as well let 'Qiao Zhong's' head stay longer."

Qiao Mu didn't care. Anyway, he didn't shy away from his body. He could fight side by side with his ashes at any time. A head didn't mean anything.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, officers and soldiers on patrol came towards him. 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 noticed Qiao Mu's deliberation and frowned:

"You can't find the way? Where do you live? Why is it that no one is watching and you are allowed to go out for a walk so late?"

"My home...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 quite helpless.

"Caishikou here is in the west of the city. You are going the wrong way."

"It's late at night, so be careful." The officers and soldiers casually warned them before turning around and leaving.

They did not question the old man Qiao Mu carefully... They did not seem to think that the old man who appeared at Caishikou at night was very suspicious.

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

Today, he is very old, ninety years old.