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

"Publicly insulting the emperor."

elder:?

"Don't lie to me. I'm afraid there will be no way out for the crime of insulting the emperor. It is estimated that you will be executed after Qiuhou Wen. How can you still be so calm?" the old man wondered.

"Qiu Hou Wenzhan?" Hearing this, Qiao Mu finally sighed, with regret in his voice.

"I just wish I couldn't stab the emperor in the face, that way I should be sentenced to Ling Chi."

"I said, do you know that Ling Chi is executed? I heard that it is a very rare technical job. If I am Ling Chi, many people will come to watch it, right?"

elder:.....

Was it because he had been in the cell for too long that he couldn't keep up with the times?

Why is it that he can't keep up with the rhythm of the people outside talking now?

So he changed the subject bluntly: "Brother, those jailers seemed to say that you are the head arrester who just arrived?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"Is there someone above you? Is there a prominent elder in the family?" The old man lowered his voice and asked.

Qiao Mu thought for a while.

His Qiao family's ancestors are endless, and it would not be wrong to say that the future generations of Qiao's family can have a prominent position.

"It's not what you think it is, but it's okay," he said ambiguously.

"My brother is indeed not an ordinary person." The old man praised.

He paused, then said:

"Actually, I was a righteous thief who robbed the rich and helped the poor in my early years. I specialized in robbing corrupt officials and distributing property to the poor...Only once, I fell into the hands of a big family..."

"That big family heard that a strange person was born among the children... Then I came in?"

"Did a foreigner attack you?" Qiao Mu became a little interested.

He is quite interested in the strength gap between immortal cultivators and warriors.

"How can I use a foreigner to take action...Since the big family has a foreigner, there have been a few more patrolling officers and soldiers around...I didn't have time to run. Then I went to jail."

"Although I'm in prison, I actually still have some stolen goods outside that I haven't had time to sell. They are all antiques that are inconvenient to throw to the poor...the value must be at least a thousand taels..."

"Brother, if you have a way to escape, if you can take me with you, I will give you everything worth a thousand taels."

"Oh." Qiao Mu was noncommittal.

The guy who co-authored it said so much, he is a righteous thief and a stolen goods, just to win sympathy and lure him.

"My escape method is not available to ordinary people." Qiao Mu said casually.

"...Let's talk about it, don't look at my age, I still have skills." The old man was slightly excited.

Qiao Mu then said seriously: "First, you have to commit a fatal crime."

"Secondly, when you go to the execution ground, greet the executioner cordially, have you eaten yet?"

After hearing this, the old man became more suspicious.

Have a meal?Is this some kind of code?This person who has just entered the prison has already arranged for the executioner, as long as he speaks the password, he can get out?

But they are all on the execution ground, and they can talk to the executioner, so they will be executed immediately, right?How else can I run?

"Then what?" he asked.

"No more, I've finished." Qiao Mu closed his eyes and ignored him.

The old man thought for a while, and then suddenly realized... the way of escape this man said was the way of escape of the head?

Is this person trying to amuse me?

The old man was a little dumbfounded. He wanted to try to see if the new prisoner had a way, but it seemed that he couldn't do it.

..................

In a courtyard in Fucheng.

Emperor Yonghe paced back and forth in the courtyard, his brows still furrowed deeply.

He was still thinking about the experience of being scolded by Qiao Mu in the teahouse before.

What a status he is, he hasn't been insulted so much by pointing his nose in so many years.

Especially at the end.

"What Jopiff is questioning is not the difference between the strength of my Great Yan Dynasty and the Yiren..."

"He suspected that I was greedy for life and afraid of death. For his own safety, he gave up the country and the common people to the cultivators..."

After thinking about this, his face became a little darker.

If that Joepiff was an ordinary person, then he might die if he couldn't get out of the teahouse.

But he is not alone.

He was recommended by Wang Shanhe, Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment during the late emperor's time.

If Wang Shanhe is still alive at this time, he would be over 70 years old, and he is about to be buried. At this time, recommending a talent to be a headhunter in Heyang Fucheng is probably to guide the younger generation, and regard this person as a rough jade that needs to be polished. thoughts.

And Qiao Mu's political views, most of them also represent Wang Shanhe's political views after returning to seclusion...

In his heart, he was still willing to give Wang Shanhe a three-pointer.

After all, Qiaopifu is not just Qiaopifu, and Wang Shanhe is not just Wang Shanhe.

Wang Shanhe represents a long-gone era when civil and military ministers sacrificed their lives to serve the country, and also represents the ideal of Emperor Yonghe when he was young, to become a generation of Mingjun to turn the tide...

While thinking about it, Guard Chu quickly walked into the courtyard.

"Your Majesty, that Jopiff was arrested by the officers and soldiers and imprisoned."

"I think someone in the teahouse accused him of lying about political affairs, and he was arrested and convicted by the officials of this prefecture..."

"Huh?" Emperor Yonghe narrowed his eyes:

"Even if you want to kill this person, it should be my order to kill."

"Then.. I'm going to inform Lou Zhifu of Heyang Prefecture? Tell him not to act rashly?"

"No need." Emperor Yonghe narrowed his eyes and said angrily:

"The death penalty is exempt, but the living crime cannot escape."

"Insulting the emperor... If such a crime is not punished, what is the majesty of the emperor? Even if he is not executed, his skin will peel off after a few days in prison, and he will go to hunt people after a few days." Emperor Yonghe ordered.

Chapter 73 Chapter 69 Life and Death Impermanence (4k

The moonlight entered the house, and the window lattice divided the incoming moonlight into four pieces. Under the light, Qiao Mu stretched his body, and the iron chains bound on his body made a crisp sound.

"Why am I not dead yet?"

Qiao Mu was lost in thought.

It was his third night in prison.

For some unknown reason, these jailers looked at him differently.

Not to mention extra care.

But in this prison, as long as the daily meals are not skipped, there is no disturbance at ordinary times, and there is no dirty thing like beating and insulting by the jailer, it is already a great care.

This made the old man in the cell next door feel more and more that Qiao Mu's background was amazing, and even insulting the emperor came in, and he could still be so leisurely in the prison.

There is nothing in the prison, the time is long and boring, Qiao Mu spends most of his time chatting and bragging with the old man in the next cell besides silently practicing his kung fu.

"Ahem..." The old man coughed a few times. He had been imprisoned for many years, his face was yellow, and his complexion had never been very good.

"Brother, in fact, I am not an ordinary righteous thief... I am the heir of the martial arts legend from a hundred years ago, the robber saint."

"Back then, the Saint Thief's lightness kung fu was the only one in the world, and his old man's lightness kung fu cheats are actually hidden outside, as long as you take me out..."

Qiao Mu said casually, "Then I'll tell you a secret. In fact, I'm not an ordinary headhunter, but the founding ancestor of the previous dynasty."

elder:?

"The great ancestor of the previous dynasty must have been dead for thousands of years, right?"

Qiao Mu said seriously; "It's not important, what's important is that you V me 50, and when I get out of prison, I'll make you a great general."

"...are you still entertaining me?"

"You didn't entertain me first?" Qiao Mu didn't believe it.

How could it be such a coincidence that if you squat next door to a prison, you can meet some saint-thieves... Besides, the old man next door is dry and bloody, and he obviously doesn't know how to breathe out at a high level. He should be a martial arts practitioner of the eighth or ninth rank , it can't be a big shot.

"You youngster... My child is about the same age as you. It would be great if he could be as ghostly as you."

"It's a pity, he is a catcher who can't mix sand in his eyes, how can you have so many strange words..."

The old man was angry and funny, he shook his head and didn't talk to Qiao Mu again.

He is old and weak, and he is not bound by iron chains like Qiao Mu, so he can move freely in the cell.

Suddenly there was only a meow.

When I looked up, I saw a little wild cat crawling through the small window above my head.

This wild cat is a variegated cat with white, yellow, and black fur. It is obviously a small window as narrow as a bowl, but this little wild cat can forcefully squeeze in. Qiao Mu can only sigh: the cat is really a kind of liquid.

"Little guy, this is not where you should come, go, go."

The old man waved the stray cat away.

This prison is dark and damp, dirty and musty. If wild cats come in, even if they are not beaten and scolded by the jailers, it is not appropriate to eat something unclean.

He was old and frail, and he felt a little tired after just waving away the little cat.

He continued to walk around the cell for a few steps, when suddenly his feet went limp and he fell on the cold ground.

"Huh? Changed to touch porcelain this time? What about Bo sympathy?" Qiao Mu next door was originally practicing with his eyes closed, but this time he was attracted by the noise and looked up.

The old man was still lying motionless on the ground.

As a sixth-rank martial artist, Qiao Mu's eyesight was no better than ordinary people's. Although the prison was dark, he also noticed that there was no blood on the old man's body, obviously not from a traumatic injury such as a broken head.

"This old man..."

He stood up and walked over to have a look, but within a few steps, the iron chain behind him had been stretched straight.

"Where's the jailer? Come here."

Qiao Mu rattled the iron chains tied to his body, making the noise unbearable.

Soon, some jailers rushed over cursing, and seeing that it was Qiao Mu, the anger on their faces faded a little.

"Jopiff, don't make trouble, you were also a member of the public family before, please show respect to each other."

Qiao Mu didn't care what the jailer said, he just pointed to the old man who passed out in the next cell:

"A prisoner passed out."

The jailer glanced in the direction the tree was pointing.

"Oh."

"Don't save people quickly?"

"Are you in a hurry again? Is he Ye Daddy?" The jailer greeted a few colleagues, opened the cell door, briefly checked the old man's condition, helped him lying on the ground to the straw mat, and brought him another A bowl of water, then close the cell door and leave.

The old man remained motionless the whole time, apparently still in a coma.

"Is this the end?" Qiao Mu looked at the backs of the guards leaving.

"What else? Old Qian is not a criminal." The voices of other prisoners came from the prison.

"He is just a thief. Although he has been imprisoned for many years, no one has redeemed him. What else can he do?"

"It's like this when you're older. It's rare for people to live in their [-]s. He's probably in his [-]s. It's his fate to be able to stay in prison for so long."

"He's been in poor health, and it's almost time."

The prisoners chatted in twos and threes.

An old prisoner suddenly passed out, although it made them feel a little bit sad, but that was all, and they didn't have much other feelings.