Chapter 127
They didn't notice Qiao Mu's actions.
Half of the crowd gathered at the medical clinic was caused by them secretly instigating the fight, and there were several extras among them, otherwise it would not have been possible for the medical clinic to be packed with people all of a sudden.
"Qiao Shuanglin is very powerful and cannot be a direct enemy with him... But it is a pity that this is the imperial capital, and the imperial capital naturally has its own rules."
"Even a cross-river dragon like the Qiao family has to be entangled when they come here."
"A good-hearted person is ridiculed by others, and a kind-hearted person is bullied by others. In today's world, kindness is a huge weakness." Wan Ronghua smiled:
"A person with a good reputation will be burdened by his reputation."
He would not confront Qiao Mu head-on. He could not bear such losses or risks.
But he can ruin Qiao Mu's reputation and fall into his trap step by step.
"How can a ruined reputation be enough?" Fang Fang said worriedly:
"After all, he is a powerful warrior. If he comes to us in anger and takes action for Fangyuan, the rest of our Wan family may not be able to protect us at all times."
"Haha, why do we need to take action to kill him?" Wan Ronghua put his arms around his concubine's slender waist and said calmly:
"Qiao Shuanglin is so high-profile, I must not be the only one who wants to deal with him."
"When his reputation is ruined and he becomes a street rat in the imperial capital, people who want to take advantage of the situation to kill him will probably line up from the city gate to the palace gate."
Street corner.
A middle-aged man with a beard looked away from the attic, the corners of his mouth raised unnaturally and crazily, and he sat on the ground regardless of his image, sitting side by side with a little beggar.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha”
The middle-aged man with the beard grinned loudly, and his laughter was a bit wild, causing others to frown and look at him, thinking he was a beggar going crazy.
"Here." He gently kicked the little beggar next to him:
"You think those people are not smart?"
The middle-aged man with the beard laughed and said: "In the past, the martial arts saint claimed to be a saint and slaughtered half of the martial arts forest, with countless blood on his hands."
"As a result, many warriors regard him as the last hope of warriors, worship him, and regard him as an idol on the altar and a symbol of human warriors."
"The world only fears Wu Shengren, and not many people dare to talk nonsense. Even if Wu Shengren is dead now, Wu Ji will still be there."
"And this Qiao family member has done good deeds and donated generously to the patients, but now he is being criticized by thousands of people, accusing him of being a hypocrite."
"On the contrary, good people will be held accountable by them according to the standards of a perfect saint. If they don't scatter their wealth and send them to the Buddha and the West, that would be hypocrisy."
"Wu Shengren calls himself a saint, but no one dares to ask him so. On the contrary, he is in awe of him. There are even believers who respect him and recognize him."
"As long as a martial saint kills one or two people, they will not be able to build an altar immediately and worship him as a god."
The little beggar and old god next to him listened comfortably.
This little beggar is strange. He just lies there in the sunset, not moving, with a broken bowl in front of him. Even when he heard that a kind man came to the hospital, he didn't move, as if his butt was on the ground. Rooted.
The man with the beard next to him said these words, but the little beggar didn't reply. He felt at ease.
"This is in line with the old saying." The man with the beard grinned and said:
"Those who work for everyone will definitely be criticized to death and stung by everyone!"
"Don't be so noisy." The little beggar held a piece of grass in his mouth, lay down on the ground with his hands behind his head, and said impatiently:
"What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with me?"
The middle-aged man with the beard was startled, then grinned.
He seemed to be particularly patient with the little beggar. He didn't get angry when the little beggar scolded him, but instead grinned.
"That's wonderful. You're right." He looked at the noisy crowd:
"What does it have to do with you, and what does it have to do with me?" The middle-aged man with a curly beard smiled and said to himself:
"If the Qiao family didn't mind their own business and paid the fifty-tael medical fee, how could so many things happen?"
...
The door of the hospital.
Qiao Mu felt funny in his heart when he heard the many accusations around him.
Before entering the inner hall of the medical center, he was still known as a good man by others, Mr. Qiao.
Entering the inner hall of the medical center, he and Hai Wuya had a long talk, talking about the so-called essence of martial arts, saving the nation from extinction, and the future prospects for the prosperity of humanity.
As a result, as soon as he walked out of the door, he was criticized and criticized by the people of Great Yan.
For those who don’t know, you might think that he didn’t do a good deed to pay for medical visits, but dug up the ancestral graves of the people in front of him?
Chapter 148 Qiao Shuanglin doesn’t like fighting (3k
The noise in my ears was getting louder and louder.
Qiao Mu was deeply surrounded by the crowd, and was being pointed at by thousands of people. Countless gazes were like countless needle points, piercing his body.
But he kept silent and had no expression on his face.
So under the instigation of thoughtful people, the people became more and more agitated.
"What's wrong with giving a kind man like Mr. Qiao some spare money? Why is it as difficult as cutting meat?"
"I have also heard about the reputation of the Qiao family. I heard that they are a powerful martial arts family and have produced many powerful warriors. They are naturally much richer and more powerful than ordinary people."
"You generously gave away a thousand taels of silver just now, but now you have nothing to lose? You only want fame, but you don't want to pay more money?"
"Buying fame and fishing for reputation, fishing for fame and fishing for reputation!"
"I just saw that he still had some silver in his wallet, but I just didn't want to give it to him."
Qiao Mu still didn't speak. He quietly listened to the noise of the people around him and felt a little irritated.
"Are you done?" A low roar came from the side, covering up the noise of the crowd at the entrance of the medical center.
The speaker was Fang Yuan, the jailer of Tianlao.
Although he is not very strong, he is still a strong warrior after all, and it is not difficult to overpower these ordinary people.
Not to mention Qiao Mu, who was on the cusp of the storm, even Fang Yuan, who was listening nearby, was filled with unknown anger.
Fangyuan is not an ordinary person either.
He was born the son of a merchant, and now he was also a jailer in the Heavenly Prison, so he was naturally not a good person.
Naturally, I have seen countless cases of cheating, and the people's behavior is of no use in front of him, the jailer of the heavenly prison.
"Still don't get out of the way!"
His eyes widened with murderous intent.
As the jailer of the Heavenly Prison, he has naturally seen blood, and he is very good at extracting confessions and torture. But now with such a glare and a low roar, the ferocious aura of the jailer of the Heavenly Prison suddenly came out.
These ordinary people gathered in front of the medical center, how could they withstand such intimidation? They immediately took several steps back.
But then, a sharp-faced man in the crowd raised his voice and shouted:
"Hit someone, hit someone!"
"Qiao Shuanglin, the great philanthropist of the Qiao family, asked his followers to beat someone..."
The voices of different people also sounded in the crowd, mixed in with the noise.
"As for beating people? Isn't that too much?"
"Isn't it just blocking your way?"
"Oh, how can we ordinary unscrupulous people stand in the way of this master? Why don't we kneel down and wait for Master Qiao to be in a good mood that day and give us a reward so that we can have money for medical treatment?"
Jailer Fang Yuan frowned, and just took a step forward, trying to push away the people blocking the way, but as soon as he raised his hand, the crowd sounded again.
"Qiao Shuanglin asked his followers to beat someone..." This voice spread everywhere again.
This time he was in a dilemma.
As the jailer of the Heavenly Prison, he is naturally not afraid of the underhanded tricks of these people.
after all.
Moral kidnapping can only be used to kidnap moral people.
As long as he has no morals, no one can kidnap him.
As a jailer, he would not be soft-hearted when he really wanted to take action.
It's just...Fang Yuan now is not the jailer of Tianlao, but the identity of Qiao Shuanglin's entourage...
Although he was not a follower, if he wanted to hit someone, the loss would be Qiao Shuanglin's reputation.
This made him hesitate for a moment, standing there not knowing what to do.
"Fang Yuan, please step back." At this time, an old man's gentle voice sounded in his ears:
"let me."
Qiao Mu's old body stepped in front of Fangyuan and looked at the many people blocking the road.
"As expected of Senior Qiao. After all, after living for such a long time, he is very good at cultivating qi. Everyone next to me got angry when he heard it..." Fang Yuan looked at the old man's back and secretly admired him in his heart.
Qiao Mu took a deep breath and exhaled like thunder:
"Get out of here! Don't block the road!"
"Those who know me say that I did a good deed and paid the medical fees for the patients. But I don't know, but you think that I dug up your family's ancestral graves?"
The roar was like thunder, immediately forcing the people to retreat step by step, clearing a large open space.
But although they retreated, their mouths were not idle.
"He's anxious, he's anxious."
"I told you earlier that he is hypocritical and hypocritical. Now it's okay, the chicken feet are finally exposed."
"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Your attitude towards so many of our victims is an embarrassment to your Qiao family!"
"I heard that when the Qiao family was in Nanzhou, they were famous for being eager for justice and valuing justice over life and death. Now I realize that they are just people who are just seeking fame and reputation. It's hard to live up to their reputation..."
But Qiao Mu still sneered, and he stepped forward, not caring at all about the accusations from the people.
"I don't care what you think. Whether you think I'm hypocritical or not is your business. What does it have to do with me? I'll help, and I'll pay!"
His eyes were as cold as lightning, and he stared coldly at the people talking and gossiping.
Although Qiao Mu has not entered the path of god refining and has not yet mastered the method of witnessing, he has fought to the death several times. When he gets serious, his strong murderous aura arises. When he glances over, the people who were accusing him just now are like a strong wind. Everyone in the grass below lowered their eyebrows, and no one dared to look at him.
"Today, I am the King of Heaven. I am giving money to treat people's illnesses. It is a kind act and a good thing! How can I allow you to comment?"
He took a long stride and walked forward.
The crowded crowd unconsciously retreated to both sides. In the courtyard where they were still crowded just now, the crowd unconsciously squeezed out a passage for the tree to move forward. No one dared to block him, just like a rock separating the waves.
He didn't care whether the people's eyes were accusatory or angry. He only left the crowd with a silver-white look on the back of their heads, without looking back or stopping at all.
Fangyuan was stunned for a long time, then quickly followed him.
Although Qiao Mu's actions were very different from what he had imagined, as he followed Qiao Mu, he felt countless eyes on him from behind, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
His heart trembled with excitement.
"At the age of ninety, a thousand people can't shake his determination... This is not an old man who is ninety years old. His heart is as pure as a child and cannot be shaken. He is really desirable."
He sighed inwardly, followed Qiao Mu, and disappeared at the end of the crowd.
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After Qiao Mu left.
"Bah, a bunch of rabble." Above the attic, Wan Ronghua looked away, feeling a little resentful.
"Why should the master be angry? How could those ordinary people have the courage to stop in front of Qiao Shuanglin?" Concubine Fang Fang said:
"Now that Qiao Shuanglin is so angry that he is forcing people to leave home who are in urgent need of money for medical treatment, isn't this playing into our hands?"
"After today, as long as we spread the word a little bit, Qiao Shuanglin's reputation in the imperial capital will be considered bad."
"Not bad." Wan Ronghua nodded happily: