Chapter 130
The gazes fell on the hero Hu, which made him unconsciously look taller and taller.
They are people who enjoy watching the excitement and don't mind having too much trouble. They will not miss the strange news of a ninety-year-old man being flirtatious with a young woman on the street.
If Qiao Shuanglin was really a powerful and powerful elder from a wealthy family in the imperial capital, they might not dare to watch here.
But the reputation of the so-called Qiao family is not great at all, and it is more popular in Nanzhou. In the imperial capital of Zhongzhou, it can only be regarded as ordinary, and it is far from the level of the powerful imperial capital.
They might have heard some rumors about Qiao's family after dinner, but that was all.
Compared to the so-called Qiao family, local wealthy locals like Wan Ronghua frightened and awed them more.
But Qiao Mu frowned.
Government?
The forces he offended include the imperial government of Dayan. This matter may have been framed by a certain official...
Besides, his head is still hanging on the wooden stake in Caishikou. It is a bit outrageous for him to trust the government of Dayan to clear his name.
"You, Mr. Hu, do you really care about the truth, or do you just want to show off as a hero in front of everyone? Do you want to send me to see an official?" Qiao Mu said coldly:
"You seem to have a reputation as a knight-errant, so do you really believe that this government can distinguish right from wrong in exchange for my innocence?"
"Besides, whether I touched that woman just now depends entirely on what she said. Who saw it? She can frame me, Qiao Shuanglin, today, and she can frame others in the future."
"..." The hero Hu Han was speechless for a moment, but then he took a closer look at the calm and composed Qiao Mu and said in a rough voice:
"I have heard a little about your name as a member of the Qiao family. Although you are old, you still have good martial arts skills. You are naturally much better than ordinary people."
"With the martial artist's shooting speed, it's not impossible to flirt with this little lady in the street without anyone noticing, right?"
Dragon Claw Hero Hu Han no longer argued, he shouted loudly, stepped forward, and pressed his clawed hand on Qiao Mu's shoulder.
However, Qiao Mu remained motionless even after this claw slapped him. He just looked at him indifferently, with an expression that seemed to say:
That's it?
On the contrary, Hu Han's face turned red and he was unable to move forward or retreat.
He secretly used his inner strength to subdue the tree in one fell swoop.
Dragon Claw Hu Han is also a well-known chivalrous figure in Zhongzhou. Although he has not yet embarked on the path of refining gods, he has already reached the limit of the fourth level of strength training, and his strength is not bad.
But it was okay not to move. As soon as he moved his inner energy, another strong inner energy burst out from Qiao Mu's shoulders, and suddenly the Hu Han was knocked back. He staggered back several steps and fell to the ground. On the road, he looked at the old man in front of him in surprise and uncertainty.
"An old man who is so old and whose vitality and blood are declining still has such deep inner energy?"
Hu Han vaguely realized that he had hit the wall today.
It's just that at this time, the countless glances from the surrounding passers-by seemed like needles shining on his back.
"I heard that this great hero Hu Han is quite famous in Zhongzhou, isn't he?"
"Can't you even hold this 90-year-old man? He's not acting, right?"
The words around him made him feel ashamed and angry. Naturally, it was impossible for him to bow his head here.
"You are an old man with good skills, but you are so confident. I guess you are just relying on your skills and no one can see your movements clearly..." Hu Han opened his eyes and shouted.
He had lost face just now and knew that he could not defeat the seemingly old man in front of him.
Hu Han thought he could easily take down the old man, so he took action boldly. Now that he couldn't force it, he didn't want to bow his head and admit defeat, so he could only find other ways.
Fortunately, this is the imperial capital, not a place for warriors to show off their talents. The size of warriors' fists is actually not that important.
No matter how big it is, can it be bigger than the Great Yan Imperial Court? Can it be bigger than the Immortal Sect?
Qiao Mu was calm. He stood still, spread his hands, and looked like he was smiling but not smiling:
"So you have no evidence, just pure speculation, because that woman looks pitiful, but she is right and I am the evil one?"
"Whoever makes the claim must provide evidence. That woman can frame me with just one mouth and prevent me from leaving. And you are just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously. You don't care about the truth at all, so you bully me, a ninety-year-old man?"
There are no taboos in Qiao Mu. A map cannon scolded all the onlookers around him. Naturally, the surrounding people were excited and talked about anything.
"What kind of evidence? How can you, that frivolous little lady on the street, provide evidence?" There was a loud voice in the crowd:
"Are you asking that little lady to undress in public to see if your butt is red from pinching her?"
"...That's not impossible? I think it's okay." A passerby in the crowd brightened up.
"You old man, you are so confident, you probably did that dirty thing!"
Qiao Mu shook his head and said no more.
He has realized that it is impossible to buy innocence with words.
This kind of thing is like mud smearing one’s crotch, it’s not shit, it’s shit, not to mention that this matter is probably not a coincidence, it’s probably someone secretly framed and framed, so naturally it’s impossible to get the government to support justice...
"Perhaps the people behind the scenes framed me like this twice, just to let me see it and anger me... If I really angered these pedestrians, I would be in the inferior position." His eyes were slightly cold.
No matter whether he attacks the pedestrians blocking the road or escapes, he will only solidify his bad reputation.
He thought for a moment and suddenly his hand moved.
A clanging sound of swords sounded.
Qiao Mu drew his sword and the three-foot-long blade in his hand shone with a cold light, forcing the people around him to take several steps back, thinking that he had angered the old warrior and was about to bleed.
But Qiao Mu did not take action. Instead, he held the long sword across his neck and said proudly:
"I, Qiao Shuanglin, have a clean reputation all my life. How can I allow others to slander me?"
"Since you dare to bet on your reputation, I dare to bet on my life."
"Let me teach you that there is no one in my Qiao family who is afraid of death and seeks fame."
"If you dare to slander my reputation, I will risk my life to kill you in the vegetable market of this imperial capital, and then commit suicide to prove my innocence!"
"What do you think? Do you dare to bet with me?" The old man looked directly at the young woman, and a strong momentum rose from his body, causing the young woman to stammer and be speechless for a while, and dared not look at him.
The crowd was silent for a moment, but soon some noises came out from the crowd:
"What kind of hero is it to threaten a woman?"
"He was anxious, he was anxious, in order to gain a good reputation, he was willing to kill and then commit suicide to apologize, who knows how many times he touched just now? I'm afraid he doesn't dare to see the officials, so he petitioned to die."
"If I had known this, why did I do that dirty thing just now?"
Qiao Mu's eyes were as sharp as lightning, sweeping through the crowd one by one.
It would be fine if he did it once, but he incited the crowd again and again. Do you really think that this old man is deaf and can't tell who is causing trouble?
But despite this, Qiao Mu still can't take action immediately....If he takes action, he will have a bad reputation.
Of course, "Qiao Shuanglin" can't take action now, which doesn't mean that the next elder of the Qiao family can't take revenge.
Qiao Mu has always been a very good person to his friends.
Those who forced him to die and sent him to his death would be regarded by him as his close friends, just like the friend named Guo, who would live in his heart forever.
"Haha... Qiao Shuanglin is really strong-willed, but it's a pity that he wasted a good life and died because of this mob. It's a pity."
At the entrance of the teahouse, Daozhen, a disciple of the Da Dao Sect, sighed.
Although he sighed, he had no intention of stopping it.
"Human life is like a mayfly, short and fragile. Only at the moment of death will it shine for a moment."
As a spectator, what he most looks forward to is the moment when mortals die.
But at this time, a vague voice suddenly sounded in his ears.
"Junior Brother Daozhen, you made me look for you for a while. Are you hiding from me, Senior Sister Daoxu..."
Chapter 152 The Battle of Immortals
The sudden voice made Daozhen, who was sitting at the entrance of the teahouse, look stunned, and his hand, which was about to raise the cup to his mouth, froze.
Daoxu?
He turned his eyes and saw a female cultivator in a scarlet Taoist robe, who was looking at him with interest.
The female cultivator looked like a mortal of 28 or 29 years old. Even wrapped in a loose Taoist robe, she was still mature and plump.
Daozhen suddenly felt uneasy.
Although this senior sister Daoxu and he were from the same sect, they were both disciples of Elder Qingyi and entered the sect earlier than him, Daozhen was a latecomer and once caught up with this senior sister in immortal cultivation, so she had always been secretly competing with him.
Daozhen was a lazy person. If there was no sect requirement, there would be no nature of fighting. He usually liked to wander around in this imperial capital in the name of enlightenment and observe mortals.
But Daoxu was completely different from him. He was a cultivator with a fiery personality.
The two sides were not as hostile as fire and water, but they often competed with each other.
Daozhen was not afraid of this senior sister.
Mainly because of the other party's temperament, if he makes a fuss, things will be difficult to deal with, and it will also disturb his interest in observing mortals.
"Senior sister is here... Would you like a cup of tea?" Daozhen greeted with a smile, pretending to be calm:
"I just returned to this imperial capital yesterday, but I forgot to say hello to senior sister. It's a coincidence today."
"Really?"
The female cultivator Daoxu, wearing a red Taoist robe, sat across from the eight-immortal table, poured herself a pot of tea, and gulped it down.
"I've had the tea, can we start?" Daoxu got straight to the point.
"Start... what?" Daozhen looked confused.
"It's still a little naive to act stupid in front of me, senior sister." Daoxu smiled and said:
"Junior brother, I got a new magic weapon recently, and I want to compete with you again."
She spread her white hands, and a light blue bead floated above her palm, spinning by itself.
As the bead rotated, a chill came out faintly.
Daozhen was drinking tea at ease, but when he raised the cup to his lips, he showed a helpless look and put it down.
The tea in the cup had been frozen into an ice cup in a moment.
"This thing is called Xuanbingzhu. I bought it from a Taoist friend from Changshengmen. It is said that it is made of thousand-year-old Xuanbing collected from the land of the extreme north cold state. This thing contains bone-chilling coldness. Once it is activated, it cannot be blocked by ordinary magic weapons." Daoxu said slowly.
"Senior sister, this is the imperial capital, and it is also the market. It is not appropriate. How about we fight again tomorrow?" He could only suggest:
"The imperial capital is an important place in the Great Yan Dynasty, and it is also related to the incense of our sect. If things get out of hand here, we will be punished by the sect."
"Hehe, don't play tricks in front of me. Are you using mortals as your shield?" Daoxu sneered:
"If I stop here, I don't know where you will hide tomorrow."
"Why would I do that?" Daozhen spread his hands, looking innocent:
"Sister, I will definitely stay in this imperial capital tomorrow, and I will not go out to hide."
"Then you are going to continue hiding in the vegetable market of this imperial capital tomorrow, so that I will be cautious, right?" Daoxu had seen through the thoughts of his junior brother and snorted coldly.
She didn't say much, and with a thought, the light of the black ice bead in her hand bloomed.
In an instant.
A ray of ice mist spread rapidly and enveloped the surroundings.
Daozhen's face changed slightly, and a small golden bell in front of him unfolded, and a golden light immediately unfolded, showing an egg shape and covering his body.
But this ray of ice mist continued to spread, and with the sound of crackling, a layer of solid ice formed on the table.
"This---" The waiter saw the movement here and ran over, but before he could exclaim, the frost hung on his eyebrows, and the whole person was frozen into a human-shaped ice sculpture.
"Disaster of aliens...Run!" The other guests and the shopkeeper of the teahouse were all terrified and fled in panic.
"Senior sister...you still have time to stop now." Daozhen looked miserable.
"As cultivators of our generation, we naturally cannot kill mortals at will unless it is necessary."
Mortals are also an important source of incense for the nine major immortal gates.
Therefore, generally speaking, the immortal gates will restrain the cultivators under their gates and not kill them at will unless it is necessary.
Killing innocent people indiscriminately may damage the reputation of the immortal gate, and it is also not conducive to the immortal gate's incense.... But the rules of the immortal gate are naturally relative, not dead rules.
"This rule is not dead."
Daoxu waved his hand casually, and the body of the waiter that was frozen into an ice sculpture shattered into ice chips, and then swept away by the wind, she took it into the storage bag through the air, and there was no trace.