Chapter 134
"There are so many dead people in Caishikou. Someone must be held responsible for this." He lowered his head and his eyes fell on the two heads on the ground, looking at each other from a distance.
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Half an hour later.
Fangyuan hurriedly arrived at the messy vegetable market.
At this time, the entrance to the vegetable market had been blocked by officers and soldiers. The corpses everywhere were covered with white cloth, and there were hundreds of casualties.
Fangyuan couldn't get in either, so he could only stand on tiptoe at the intersection and look inside.
I happened to see a group of officers and soldiers gathering together and re-erecting a fallen wooden stake and fixing it to the ground.
On the re-erected wooden stakes, two old heads with somewhat similar faces were hanging there, fluttering in the wind, with their white hair flying in the wind, making them look interesting to each other.
"One is in his sixties and the other is in his nineties. It can be said that a father and son at such an old age are rare in the world." The officers and soldiers also marveled:
"What's even more surprising is that the martial arts attainments of these two people are said to be quite high."
"That's right. It's a pity that he took the wrong path. He's an old lunatic."
"I have seen Qiao Zhong. He is not afraid of death. He is quite a man... But when it comes to his father, this Qiao Shuanglin, tsk tsk, is really an old lunatic."
"After being caught molesting a woman in the street, he got angry and drew his sword, killing innocent people indiscriminately. Fortunately, the Immortal of the Dao Sect was nearby and hurried over to suppress him... Only then did the situation not escalate."
"Really? He really deserves to die."
"The matter hasn't been investigated clearly yet, so don't rush to talk... The matter involves the Immortal Sect, but it can't be explained clearly."
"..."
Fangyuan couldn't hear the sounds behind him clearly. It was as if he had been hit hard by a heavy hammer in his head, and he was a little confused.
"Senior Qiao died like this, and who did he provoke this time?"
Fangyuan stood there, her heart sinking, almost filled with self-blame and guilt.
When he was young, his stepfather said that he never forgot his roots when he was living under someone else's roof. Now that he has received the favor from Qiao Zhong and Qiao Shuanglin, he will naturally remember it in his heart.
Although it is not known who Qiao Shuanglin provoked and died, from his perspective, it is naturally related to Qiao Shuanglin's decision to help him take revenge.
After all, Wan Ronghua is also a wealthy man in the imperial capital, one of the four wealthy business families, and he has also climbed to the top of the Dao Dao Sect.
"Senior Qiao certainly can't be as scornful of women as those officers and soldiers said, and then get angry and kill innocent people indiscriminately... There must be something fishy in this."
"Master Hai Wuyahai should know the inside story." Fangyuan suddenly remembered something:
"Master Hai previously promised that he would track down the person behind the disturbance at the entrance of the medical center...could it be related to this matter?"
"With his power, the truth of what happened at Caishikou should not be hidden from him."
As one of the six ministers, Hai Wuya has stood at the top of Dayan's officialdom. There are not many people with more power than him in the civil service system.
Rumors can deceive a pawn like Fangyuan, but they cannot be hidden from him.
"We have to find a way to ask for a meeting with Master Hai..." Fang Yuan turned around and left in a hurry. He had more things to do.
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The sun has set in the west, the night is low, and the bright moon is high.
An old man also slowly walked to this vegetable street and looked inside.
"Old man, don't look at it. You are not allowed to leave on this vegetable street today, and the market is not open." A passerby kindly reminded me.
But the old man turned a deaf ear and stood on tiptoes, looking inside. His eyes passed through the distance and landed on the two heads fluttering in the wind.
"He gave away another head."
The old man muttered to himself.
"But that's fine. The Qiao family must repay their debts. Then, next, isn't it time to visit my old man and those friends from his lifetime?"
These words made the kind-hearted passerby feel horrified. What does it mean to visit a friend who was alive?
Just as he was about to ask in detail, his eyes suddenly blurred.
This decrepit old man's figure was blurred and distorted, and he disappeared without a trace in front of him.
"This..." This passerby glanced at the empty vegetable street under the night, and his whole body got goosebumps.
Chapter 157 The man who worked for everyone was frozen to death in the snow
Night falls.
The trees shuttled through the night, their figures turning into afterimages.
With a thought, the Ouroboros longevity lock in his mind shimmered, and a piece of information emerged from his mind.
This death evaluation: B- (helping people escape, even if the earthworm shakes the tree, it is meaningful)
Death consumption life span: 10 (5*2) years
Number of resurrections remaining this week: 3/5
Current age: 103 years old
Qi and blood: 46%
Skill:
slightly slightly slightly
....
Hidden Shadow Step (Perfect)
Red Moon Blood Burning Technique (Proficient)
Shattered Void Finger (skilled)
Eye Swordsmanship (Not Beginner)
...
"Is the evaluation like a worm shaking a tree?"
Qiao Mu smiled.
He does not feel that he is a cricket that shakes a tree, but a jingwei that fills the sea.
Because every time he dies, it will become nutrients for his next self, making him stronger.
Qiao Mu is not afraid of failure or death, or in other words, he is afraid of not dying well...
This time, another ten years passed by in a hurry, suddenly like a dream.
"Time flies so fast. It has been forty years since I came to the Imperial Capital."
The memory of ten years of hard training is deeply rooted in my bones.
Practice in the summer and practice in the winter.
In his memory, after his tragic defeat at the hands of Daoxu, he made up his mind to practice martial arts hard, day and night, soaked in sweat every day. This was a bitter but fulfilling memory. Every time he recalled the past ten years, it made him I was filled with emotion.
"Time will not deceive your efforts."
In the past ten years, Qiao Mu has learned from the painful experience. In addition to his major in Kung Fu and Martial Arts, he has focused on two aspects.
The first is to practice Qinggong "Hidden Shadow Step" to a perfect state.
Secondly, he took into account the practice of "Red Moon Blood Burning Technique" and "Shattering Void Finger", and reached a proficient level in both.
The death evaluation this time is B-. It is quite efficient to practice four martial arts at the same time and have breakthroughs in each.
If you reach A or S, you can be like Qiao Mu in the past, with extremely high time efficiency, and master multiple martial arts skills in one go.
"Every time I am resurrected and become older, the exercises or martial arts I practice are exactly what I want... Is this not a random breakthrough, but a targeted practice based on my thoughts before death?"
"This is interesting. The Ouroboros longevity lock should hide a bigger secret."
Qiao Mu closed his eyes, knowing the cause of his defeat this time.
No matter how strong a warrior is, he is still made of flesh and blood.
When the flesh and blood body is cold, its limbs will stiffen and its muscles will spasm, making it difficult to stretch even with a thousand pounds of strength.
Qiao Mu's performance is better than other martial arts, and he can break free many times when his whole body is frozen. This is actually because of his deep inner strength. From his youth to ninety years old, his hard training skills for nearly eighty years are no small matter. .
But even so, he is still flesh and blood.
The martial artist can only punch, kick, and fight in close quarters, but cannot fly. When the immortal cultivator is standing in mid-air, he lacks targeted means of confrontation.
Therefore, in Qiao Mu's view, one must either learn the secret weapon of crossbows, make oneself faster, or master the fingering method of breaking the void finger to generate energy from a distance...
Then, his dream came true.
After ten years of hard training, Poxu Finger can be used proficiently.
"Thank you, Sister Daoxu, for giving me ten years of skill. If we have a chance to meet you next time, I will send you to the West as soon as possible."
As for the Qi and Blood column, it dropped from 66% to 46%... From the day it appeared, this thing has been as unpredictable as the weather forecast, and Qiao Mu didn't even look at it.
Because he was still practicing the "Sumishan King Sutra", Qiao Mu felt that his energy and blood showed no signs of declining, which was enough.
Rather than caring about these exercises, Qiao Mu, who values love and justice, cares more about his close friends.
Daoxu had to let it go for the time being. Qiao Mu estimated that after using up the remaining four resurrection opportunities, he might not be able to win the battle. There was no point in spending his life on her.
If you can't cure immortals, you can't cure mortals...
Before Qiao Mu died, he took a good look at the few who stood out among the crowd of spectators.
Including the young woman who slandered him, the Dragon Claw hero Hu Han who came forward, and... the wealthy man in the imperial capital, Wan Ronghua, who was suspected to be the mastermind behind the scenes.
Qiao Mu lifted his figure upright, and his back disappeared into the night.
Now, he has perfected the Snitch Qing Kung Fu, and has considerable experience in sneaking and hiding. Next, he plans to find out the traces of these people and follow them to their respective homes.
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That night.
"Qiao Shuanglin, is he dead too?"
In Hai Mansion, after hearing Fangyuan's story, Hai Wuya's old eyes suddenly lost focus and became a little dull.
Hai Wuya's eyes were filled with sadness. It was clear that he had specifically warned Qiao Shuanglin to keep a low profile so as not to attract the attention of those behind the scenes, but why didn't he listen to the advice...
With his strength reaching the fifth level of the Sumeru Mountain King Sutra, even if he intervenes in the battle between the true and the imaginary, he may not be able to survive alone, but why...
"There are always some fools who dare to face the majesty of the Immortal Sect..." He sighed slightly, and memories of the past emerged.
During the reign of the late emperor, there were many civil servants and generals who dedicated their lives to serving the country. When these people died one after another, went to jail, or retired to their hometowns, Dayan's court became quiet.
"First Qiao Zhong, then Qiao Shuanglin... No, it's far more than just the two of them."
Hai Wuya knew that before Qiao Zhong, there were many other members of the Qiao family who had fought like them.
Qiao Shuanglin will not be the first, nor will he be the last.
If Qiao Shuanglin dies, then according to the rules of blood revenge of the Qiao family, the next stronger Qiao family may be on their way to the imperial capital, right?
"Master, I brought you here."
The old housekeeper of Hai Mansion pushed open the door and came in, followed by two or three people dressed as civilians.
Among them were farmers who went to the vegetable market today, traders who lived in the vegetable market, and even a servant of Haifu who was buying vegetables on the vegetable street at that time.
This time, the incident happened in a busy market like Caishi Street. Thousands of witnesses witnessed the incident, including many who lost their families and died as a result.
Although the court's response was not slow, it was naturally difficult to stop these thousands of people from talking.
Fangyuan's judgment was not wrong. He came to Hai Mansion at the right time.
Hai Wuya is one of the very few high-ranking officials in the imperial capital who are willing to take risks to find out the truth, and who indeed have enough power to find out the truth.
From the words of these witnesses, Hai Wuya was able to piece together the truth of the matter...
"Fang Yuan, don't worry. I will handle this matter myself." Hai Wuya stood up and sighed:
"Those who work for everyone have died in the snow."
"We can't save the salary holder, but at least we can't let him be slandered at will. After his death, his reputation will be completely ruined."
Having said this, the old man showed a rare look of anger on his face: