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

He didn't have much time to stay in Heyang Fucheng.

Before leaving, it is also interesting to take a look at the characters recommended by Wang Shanhe.

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The gate of Yancheng City.

In the shadows, a figure wearing a pitch-black star-shaped mask quietly appeared. His eyes passed through the mask, staring at the line of writing on the wall of the gate tower.

The murderer, Qiao Jia Qiao Sen.

The Star Profound Envoy suddenly felt a burst of heat on his face.

After some investigation before, he found no trace of the so-called Qiao family at all, so he told Guo Yan confidently that the Qiao family was nothing to worry about, and might not even exist.

The results of it?

As a result, within two days, Qiao's family called and Guo Yan was killed in the street!

"At this juncture when the emperor is on tour, Guo Yan, the lord of Yancheng, died, and Wu Ji will lose an important chess piece. I just hope that the assassination plan of Wu Shengren will not be missed."

"Qiao Family...Qiao Sen? You have to remember this name well." Xing Xuanshi's eyes gradually turned cold.

Guo Yan's assassination and death, in his opinion, may have some credit for him.

If he hadn't personally reminded Guo Yan, Guo Yan might not have died so easily... It's just that he didn't know about this mysterious Qiao family, why couldn't even he find any trace?This incident indirectly caused the tragic death of the Yancheng City Lord, which was a huge mistake for the Xingxuan envoy who was in charge of intelligence.

"Yancheng has nothing to do with it, go back to Heyang Fucheng, and investigate the affairs of Qiao's family." Xingxuan made his figure slip into the shadows.

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Chapter 67 Chapter 63

The gate of Yancheng City.

Guo Yan's blood on the wall of the city gate has long since dried up, leaving only shallow traces, while the handwriting carved by the old tree with a long spear is still eye-catching.

When passers-by pass by here, most of them will look up at the handwriting, and then sigh a few words.

The assassination of the city lord a few days ago was an out-and-out earthquake for this Yancheng.

Thinking that Guo Yan had managed Yancheng for many years, he could be called the local emperor of this Yancheng, but he died tragically on the street that day, his father and son died one after another, and all his business operations disappeared.

"This Guo Yan died well."

A Confucian scholar was drinking tea in a tea house at the gate of the city, glancing at the gate tower from time to time, talking with other tea drinkers:

"I was on this street back then and witnessed Guo Yan's tragic death."

"Thinking of Guo Yan's prestige in ordinary times, who dares to say that he is wrong? The people of Yancheng can only say that he dotes on his only son, and his son is responsible for the crime, but he himself picked it up."

"Many acts of unrighteousness will lead to self-death. At that time, Guo Yan died under the gun of Qiao Sen, and the dignified city owner died like a wild dog on the street..."

"What? Were you watching from the side?"

"Tell me quickly."

Others in the teahouse also talked about it. The assassination of the city lord a few days ago is still talked about by the people of Yancheng.

When the wall falls, people push it, and when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter.

In the past, Guo Yan was the only family in Yancheng, and there was only one son in the family.

Now both father and son died tragically, and many of the confidantes who dared to die for Guo Yanxiao also died. The Guo family, which used to be the dominant family in Yancheng, has been in turmoil in a blink of an eye.

At the beginning, no one in Yancheng dared to speak, Guo Yan gave him a look, and he didn't even need to give orders. Smart people know how to judge the situation and change their positions to speak.

Now that the wall is down and everyone pushes it, the former city lord has quickly become a topic of conversation among the common people.

The Confucian scholar in the teahouse was eloquent and spitting, causing many tea guests to turn their heads, and soon someone urged:

"Tell me about Guo Yan's death."

"What is there to say about Guo Yan's death? Let's talk about the Qiao family, Qiao Sen."

And the Confucian scholar was subconsciously slightly excited when so many people watched him, and gradually entered the drama:

"That day, I was really there and had a few conversations with Qiao Sen who killed Guo Yan."

"At that time, Qiao Sen and I had a passionate debate on the street, and after the debate, he was emotionally agitated, so he made a bold move to assassinate the city lord Guo Yan."

"The death of the city lord Guo Yan, I can be regarded as a witness, half of the participants. I didn't have any credit, but there must be half of the credit..."

Everyone in the teahouse was discussing, but someone sneered:

"It's fine to talk about Guo Yan, Guo Yan is dead, and the Guo family is also in turmoil."

"Even Qiao Jia Qiao Sen, you dare to talk about it. Do you really think that you can talk about yourself when no one else is around? So many people watched on the street that day, and you dare to take credit for yourself?"

Amidst the noisy discussions, Confucian scholars felt their faces turned hot and fled in a hurry.

Downstairs of the city gate, Lao Huang Yuan looked at the movement here, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Once Guo Yan dies, the tree falls and the monkeys scatter."

"The Qiao family has three righteous men, and they have all left, but Yu Wei is still there."

"Big baby, just look up and take a good look."

Lao Huang stood at the bottom of the city gate, and told the eldest daughter next to him to look up at the writing on the top of the city gate.

The handwriting that Qiao Mu carved with a spear in the past is still there, still clear, but the blood has dried up and faded away.

"City Lord Guoyan has accumulated power in this Yancheng for many years, and no one dares to disobey...I dare not."

"The three of Qiao's father and son are righteous men. In the end, they, the three outsiders, overthrew the lofty Guo Yan family. It's respectable, but also regrettable."

What's respectful is that the three members of the Qiao family are like one, they all hate evil like enemies, and value righteousness over life and death.

It is a pity that Brother Qiao Mu and Qiao Lin are dead, and behind the heroism is the tragic death of both. The father of the family can only rush to Yancheng and shoot Guo Yan to death.

"Big baby, remember it carefully." Lao Huang sighed:

"In the future, you won't be able to be that radiant chivalrous man, nor will you be like that Confucian scholar, a wise man who adapts to the situation."

"....I know."

While the father and daughter were talking, another crowd came in at the gate of the city.

In the past few days since Yancheng was banned, there are many more people entering and leaving Yancheng than in the past.

Some were caravans, and some were idlers who heard about the assassination of the city lord of Yancheng and came in to watch the excitement.

Wang Songhe is such an idler.

With a different appearance, he blended into the crowd at this moment, and entered the arena swaggeringly.

"Why is this handwriting still there?" He glanced at the handwriting on the city gate and was a little surprised:

"After the murderous man assassinated the lord of the city, he left behind such a handwriting."

"This handwriting remains here so far, isn't it to show the prestige of the Qiao family Qiao Sen? Why not destroy it?"

"Destroy it? Who dares?" Lao Huang laughed when he heard that.

"Who will order and who will take responsibility?"

"You are an outsider who doesn't know what happened, so you just heard it from hearsay." Lao Huang shook his head and said, "The brothers of the Qiao family are dead, but Qiao Sen and the Qiao family left Yancheng in a big way that day, and they are still alive!"

"In today's world, one is afraid of being stunned, and one is afraid of dying."

"The Qiao family is powerful and desperate. Who knows if the handwriting was just destroyed, and died on the street like Guo Yan the next day?"

The three of Qiao's father and son have already used their own lives, as well as the lives of Guo Yan and his son, to leave a strong mark in this Yancheng.

The corners of Wang Songhe's eyes twitched slightly.

When Guo Yan was assassinated before, everyone's attention was on "Qiao Sen", and he and the bandits under his command were both masked, and they were also regarded as Qiao's family.

He thought to himself: "Now the rest of the bureaucrats in Yancheng don't even dare to destroy the handwriting left by Qiao Sen. Presumably they are already timid, for fear that the Qiao family will kill another carbine."

"When Guo Yan was alive, he had all the wrists and the city, and he had only one voice in the whole Yancheng, and the rest of the bureaucrats were incompetent."

"Now that he is dead, the remaining prestige of Qiao's family can at least calm down these bureaucrats for a while."

But only for a while, not for long.

As time goes by, the next city lord will eventually appear in this wild goose city.

Whether the new city lord is a virtuous or a traitor is hard to say after all, it can only depend on luck.

"As long as the morals of the world remain unchanged, even righteous men like the Qiao family and his son can only kill Guo Yan if they sacrifice their lives, but cannot change the morals of the world. This is simply not something that a few righteous men can do."

So here he comes.

"A man was born between the heaven and the earth, how could he hide in the mountains..." Wang Songhe muttered in his heart, looking at the desolate town in front of him.

Bandit can only shrink in the mountains, and can only protect the people of one village, after all, the structure is small.

Since the local snake in Yancheng is not good enough, then he will be the dragon crossing the river.

Chapter 68 Chapter 64 Emperor, are you teaching me how to do things?

Nanzhou is mountainous.

Among the many mountain ranges, the Qingming Mountains to the west of Yancheng is the most famous. The main peak, Qingming Peak, is so high that it goes straight into the sky.

But what Qiao Canxue arrived at was not the famous Qingyun Temple, but a small Taoist temple at the foot of the southern Qingming Mountain Range.

The owner of this small Taoist temple is called Master Lingling, and she is a plump Taoist nun.

Although the Taoist temple is not big and there are not many incenses, it is far inferior to the famous Qingyun temple, but this master Lingling is also highly respected by the pilgrims in the past.

Master Lingling has been in a very good mood recently.

Recently, in this small Taoist temple, a person she had been waiting for for many years came.

"Can Xue, the last time I saw you, you were still a baby, after more than ten years of flicking your fingers, you finally came here."

"It's nothing but waiting for ten years. Ten years is just a snap of the fingers for my generation of practitioners. You and I should have this fate..."

"I have long seen that you and I are destined..."

In the Taoist temple, the fat Taoist aunt Lingling narrowed her eyes, looking very kind.

In front of her, there were three or five young female monks sitting cross-legged on the ground, listening quietly.

The fat nun talked for a long time, but Qiao Canxue didn't respond, so she asked:

"Can Xue, why don't you speak?"

Qiao Canxue still sat there motionless, with her eyes tightly closed.

"Master, Junior Sister seems to be asleep." A young female cultivator said.

"Nonsense, your junior sister is blind and can't see things. Closing her eyes doesn't mean she's asleep. She must be meditating." Master Lingling said with a frown.

The voice just fell.

Qiao Canxue, who was sitting with her eyes closed, made a voice: zzzZZZ...

The fat nun was at a loss for words for a while, and then changed her words:

"Your junior sister is a natural seed of Taoism. Two days of refining Qi and one day of practice may not be worth your ten years of hard work. She can have such a high level of cultivation, in addition to her extraordinary talent and spiritual sense. It must be practicing day and night, which is why the spirit is low during the day..."

"A monk in the Qi refining period is still a mortal body, and it is inevitable that he will be depressed during the day..."

Before the fat Taoist could finish her sentence, she caught a glimpse of another young female cultivator whose eyelids were gradually closing, and her head couldn't stop pointing down, and she immediately shouted loudly:

"Master is talking to you, dare to fall asleep?"

The female cultivator was awakened suddenly by the shout, but when she turned her head she saw Qiao Canxue sitting there with her eyes closed, motionless.

It turned out that this double-standard fat Taoist sip used a technique similar to that of a martial artist's "sound transmission into secret", only the sound was sent into her ears, making her ears buzz.

At this time, Qiao Canxue, who had kept her eyes closed all this time, suddenly opened her eyelids a little, revealing a small piece of whiteness, but then closed them immediately.

She turned her head and looked towards the entrance of the Taoist temple.

At this time, several pilgrims were walking into this small Taoist temple that was not very popular. When these pilgrims were walking, they were still talking about one thing.

"Have you heard? The owner of Yan City in the east was killed in the street by a man named Qiao Sen. I don't know what the details of this Qiao Sen are. He was so fierce that he was able to break through the guards of the city owner and kill the city owner in the street. Drink open the city gate and walk away."

"Hey, your news is out of date. I heard that Qiao Sen has two sons, Qiao Mu and Qiao Lin, both of whom are chivalrous men. They died successively because of the Yancheng City Lord..."