Chapter 254
"So, I just want to be on the side of the people of Kyushu."
The boundless martial arts is the way of humanity.
Whether it is the Sutra of the King of Mount Sumeru or the Sutra of Humanity in his dream, they are not some unique magical skills practiced by those with extraordinary talents.
A drop of water penetrates a stone, and a pile of soil forms a mountain. Even an ordinary martial artist as small as a dust particle without extraordinary talent and understanding can eventually become Mount Sumeru through step-by-step efforts and accumulation.
This is a martial arts technique created for the people of the world.
His voice echoed in the Jinluan Palace, like spring thunder.
Feiyu Wei Chuxing lowered his head silently, looking at his eyes, nose and heart.
Emperor Yonghe's body began to tremble slightly.
He was angered by this old minister.
"You regard me as an enemy of the people of the world? You regard me as an enemy of the people of the world? It's ridiculous. Don't I want the country to be rich and the people strong, and don't I want the people of Kyushu to live a good life?"
Emperor Yonghe pointed at Hai Wuya, and his finger almost touched his nose.
Hai Wuya said: "You regard the people as grass and grass, and the people regard you as an enemy bandit."
"You..." Emperor Yonghe was silent, and finally just waved his hand.
The friendship between monarch and minister for so many years has been dissipated. Now that Hai Wuya has naturally claimed his identity, he is no longer an important minister of Dayan, but a rebel of Wujihui.
Since he is a rebel, why should we protect him?
"Let the Immortal Sect handle this person." Emperor Yonghe's expression turned cold and he said calmly:
"I will announce it to the world and make it known to the public that Wujihui is a rebellious party."
On the other hand, Dao Ke had a strange look on his face, staring at Hai Wuya with a half-smile but not a smile:
"Hai Wuya, you insist that you are not a senior member of the Wuji Society...but a person like you is not an ordinary character."
"Neither you nor the King of Sumeru Mountain Sutra is an ordinary thing... I guess you are lying. You are a senior member of the Wuji Association, and you are only telling half-truths."
"Emperor of Dayan, how about letting this person live for a few more days?" Dao Ke smiled:
"Since he wrote the Sutra of the King of Mount Sumeru, he is naturally an important figure in the Martial Arts Society."
"It can be used to establish authority, or it can be used to lure out those rats in the gutter, such as the madman who calls himself the Martial Saint."
Emperor Yonghe's heart was shocked, and half of the anger he had just felt suddenly disappeared.
According to Daoke, this martial saint is still alive?
There are no super-grade warriors among the Feiyu Guards, so Emperor Yonghe knew very little about these top martial arts experts in the world.
"Martial Saint?" Hai Wuya just smiled:
"You may have underestimated his intelligence. Not to mention me, even if Xiaowu Shengwu Qiankun is captured, will he come?"
"This is an obvious trap. If Martial Saint is so motivated, then he is not Martial Saint."
When Hai Wuya said this, he thought of a past incident that Hai Siyuan once talked about.
When they were in Daqin Fucheng, Hai Siyuan, Li Changshi and other veterans were rescued by Wu Shengren.
Those old soldiers who walked out of the hundreds of miles of desert are the last survivors of the Martial Saint.
In Hai Wuya's view, they are also the last bit of humanity in the Martial Saint.
But Hai Wuya was not a survivor of the Western Conquest Army.
"Are you making excuses again? Are you in a hurry to die? I don't believe it." Dao Ke smiled:
"Anyway, you'll know if it's true or false after you try it. It only takes a few days. I'm patient and can afford to wait."
"Emperor, please tell the world first and see if you can attract the rats from Wujihui in these three days."
After saying that, Dao Ke turned around and wanted to leave.
"Wait a minute..." Emperor Yonghe couldn't sit still.
"Dao Kexian Chang, should Hai Wuya be under house arrest in the Taoist temple in the imperial capital during these three days?"
"Taoist temple? This trap is too obvious. Do people from Wujihui still dare to come?" Dao Ke shook his head:
"Don't you have a heavenly prison? Isn't it a matter of course that criminals should be imprisoned in a heavenly prison?"
The corners of Emperor Yonghe's eyes twitched slightly.
At this time, he had already listened to Dao Ke's words and regarded Hai Wuya as a high-level rebel who might attract Wu Shengren, so Hai Wuya was already a hot potato at this time.
Imprisoned in prison? Can Tianlao stop Wu Shengren or Wu Jihui?
Emperor Yonghe was unsure.
The masters guarding Tianlao are just a few first-grade god-refining warriors, plus some Tianlao garrison troops.
If you want to say which place in the imperial capital is the safest and most likely to block the Martial Saint... then it is probably this palace with 10,000 imperial guards and the ancestor's flame god machine guarding it.
So, before the execution, Hai Wuya should be placed under house arrest in the palace?
Emperor Yonghe frowned and thought.
Hai Wuya remained silent.
In a sense, this Dao Dao Sect monk really guessed it right.
He really wanted to die sooner rather than delay for a few more days.
This is not because he really believes that Wu Shengren will step on the trap and come here to save him.
What he is worried about is that if his son Hai Siyuan gets his own way, he will attack a stone with an egg...
When he was captured by the Feiyu Guards, he had the wisdom to tell his eldest son a few words and told him to go to Dr. Dong, but it was still unclear whether it would work...
.....
Imperial Capital, a noodle shop on the street.
Qiao Mu was sitting at the Eight Immortals table at the entrance of the store, dealing with a bowl of longevity noodles on the table. Wayne was sitting across the table.
"As a human being, the most important thing is to be happy."
"Wayne, are you hungry? Do you want the boss to feed you something?"
On his birthday, he eats longevity noodles, which is Qiao Mu’s little sense of ritual.
The first time you had noodles was in Yancheng, right? How old are you then? It was so far away that it seemed like a lifetime ago... Qiao Mu leaned against the wall with a leisurely expression.
"Mr. Qiao, what are your plans for coming to the imperial capital this time?" Wayne asked in a deep voice without stuttering.
This imperial capital is no ordinary place. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the place where all the world's storms gather.
He guessed that Qiao Mu left Da Qin Fucheng and came to the imperial capital because he had something important to do.
"Plan? I really have some ideas." Qiao Mu thought for a while and said:
"I know a kind man named Wan. He is always willing to give charity. I plan to borrow some money from him and then walk the birds..."
"Just walking the bird?" Wayne was startled.
"You have reminded me that if you only walk the birds, the situation will be too small." Qiao Mu said:
"Then I can borrow some more money from those ten thousand benevolent people to open a bookstore in this imperial capital."
"We don't sell Confucian classics and history, we only sell stories about strange things and martial arts anecdotes."
"At that time, I will pick out one or two martial arts secret books and put them quietly in the bookcase. The covers of the books will still be fantasy novels. Let's see which kid has better luck..."
"I don't do anything every day, just sweep the floor. I act as a sweeper, and from time to time I inadvertently say a few words about inner strength and mental skills. Isn't it quite the appearance of a worldly master?"
Wayne was a little confused as he listened to Qiao Mu's words and hesitated:
"Mr. Qiao, do you mean to find talented martial arts geniuses and train them secretly?"
This was all he could think of.
After all, the Qiao family is so mysterious and powerful, and Qiao Mu's martial arts skills are so high, and he is engaged in such earth-shattering things as assassinating the King of Qin and defeating immortals with force. How could he come to this imperial capital just to open a small bookstore?
I guess you have some ulterior motives?
"Cultivating geniuses? Wayne, why are you considering things so utilitarian?" Qiao Mu said angrily:
"If I open a bookstore, can't I just have no ambition and just find something to do to make ends meet?"
"Relaxation and relaxation are what life is."
"Selling books, walking birds, sweeping the floor, and pretending to be a worldly expert, how comfortable would it be?" Qiao Mu said casually.
The last time I left the imperial capital, I went to the Great Qin Mansion, and it turned out that I had been away for more than 160 years.
Now Qiao Mu just wants to take a winter vacation and give herself some time to get over this stress.
Wayne mused:
"What Mr. Qiao means when he talks about being relaxed and relaxed is...opening a bookstore on the surface, acting as a facade first, and then gradually planning big things?"
It was hard for him to believe that a top martial artist who had just killed a group of immortal cultivators and forced back Wu Qiankun, the number one on the divine list, came to this imperial capital just to support his retirement.
Qiao Mu was speechless. He found that he couldn't keep up with Wayne's thoughts.
Are you sick? This is not Di Huawen. Did you go to the wrong set?
"Don't let your imagination run wild. I'm no longer a frivolous young man. What's wrong with taking care of me in old age?"
"When you reach my age, you will know that fighting and killing are actually meaningless. The true meaning of life is to find inner peace." Qiao Mu began to rely on his old age and fed Wayne chicken soup:
"The best good is like water, water benefits all things without competing for it, this is the truth."
Qiao Mu felt that what he said was quite masterful.
A master never takes action easily.
I walk the birds and play with the cats every day, and I open a bookstore and work as a sweeper. Isn’t this a proper hermit?
While Qiao Mu was educating Wayne, there was noise from the street.
Looking back, I saw several officers and soldiers posting notices on the city wall, attracting a large group of people to watch and make noisy comments.
"The book of the Ministry of Rites has no limit, and it is actually a rebel party in Wujihui..."
"...Three days later, execution?"
"Shang Shu Hai is actually a rebel? I saw him last time when we paid homage to the heroes of the Western Conquest Army. He looked quite upright, right?"
"Knowing people but not knowing their hearts, this Shangshu Hai seems to have joined the Wujihui rebellious party decades ago. He is a nail buried in the Great Yan Court..."
"Is this happening?"
Qiao Mu and Qiao Mu were both high-quality martial artists and people with keen senses, so they naturally heard clearly what these people were talking about.
Qiao Mu didn't say anything, but silently chewed his noodles for three large bowls before burping and standing up.
"Why are you forcing me... forcing me to beat you to death?"
Qiao Mu sighed, a little helpless.
Unable to bear it any longer, he punched the palace to pieces!
"Mr. Qiao, don't worry." Wayne looked at his words, vaguely realized something, and said:
"You just said that water benefits all things without fighting for it. The true meaning of life is to seek inner peace..."
"Have I ever told you...water has no shape?" Qiao Mu said.
Water has no permanent shape.
In other words, the final right of interpretation belongs to Qiao’s family.
"Now I plan to go to the palace to find inner peace----" Halfway through his words, he saw a familiar white-haired figure among the crowd at the notice.
That person was Hai Siyuan. He was also among the crowd, dumbfounded as he listened to the comments around him. The surging crowd separated and closed in front of him, and he was the only one who was a still, lonely reef.
"Dong Xinglin's doctor Dong's medical clinic..." Hai Siyuan muttered to himself.
He is not an impulsive young man, he is already an old man in his sixties.
And neither is his father Hai Wuya.
Hai Wuya has never been a reckless person. Before entering the palace, he specifically asked him to find Dong Xinglin. Maybe he had anticipated what would happen in the palace. Did he have any tips?