As each eye fell on the hero Hu, he unconsciously became more upright and majestic.
They are all people who like to watch the fun and enjoy the excitement. They will not miss such a strange news as a 90-year-old man molesting a young woman in the street.
If Qiao Shuanglin was really the elder of a powerful and influential family in the imperial capital, they might not dare to watch here.
But the fame of the so-called Qiao family is not that big, and is mostly spread in Nanzhou. In the imperial capital of Zhongzhou, they can only be considered ordinary, and are far from being so powerful that they can dominate the imperial capital.
They might have heard some rumors about the Qiao family after dinner, but that was all.
Compared to the so-called Qiao family, local tycoons like Wan Ronghua made them more frightened and awed.
But Qiao Mu frowned.
Government
The power he offended included the imperial court of Da Yan. Maybe this matter was framed by an official...
Besides, his head is still hanging on the wooden stake in Caishikou. It is a bit outrageous to ask him to trust the government of Dayan to clear his name.
"Hero Hu, do you really care about the truth, or do you just want to be a hero in front of everyone? Do you want to take me to the authorities?" Qiao Mu said coldly:
"You seem to have a reputation as a chivalrous hero, 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 or not is entirely up to her. Who saw it? If she can frame me, Qiao Shuanglin, today, she can frame others tomorrow."
"..." The hero Hu Han was speechless for a moment, but then he took a closer look at Qiao Mu who was calm and composed, and said in a rough voice:
"I have heard a little about your reputation as a member of the Qiao family. Although you are old, you still have a solid foundation in martial arts, so you are naturally much better than ordinary people."
"With a warrior's speed, it shouldn't be impossible to flirt with this young lady in the street without anyone noticing, right?"
The Dragon Claw Hero Hu Han stopped arguing. He shouted, took a step forward, and pressed his clawed hand on Qiao Mu's shoulder.
It was just that this claw slapped up, but Qiao Mu didn't move at all, just looking at him calmly, with an expression that seemed to say:
That’s it
Instead, Hu Han's face turned red, and he was unable to move forward or backward.
He then secretly used his internal energy, hoping to subdue Qiao Mu in one fell swoop.
Hu Han the Dragon Claw is also a famous chivalrous figure in the Zhongzhou area. Although he has not yet embarked on the path of refining the spirit, he has already reached the fourth level limit of strength training and is quite powerful.
It would have been fine if he didn't move. As soon as he moved his internal energy, another strong internal energy burst out from Qiao Mu's shoulder, knocking Hu Han back several steps and falling on the road, looking at the old man in front of him in surprise and doubt.
"How can such an old man with declining vitality still have such profound internal energy?"
Hu Han vaguely realized that he had hit a wall today.
It's just that at this moment, the countless eyes of passers-by around him looked at him, like thorns on his back.
"I heard that this hero Hu Han is quite famous in Zhongzhou, isn't he?"
"You can't even hold this 90-year-old man? Are you acting?"
The words around him made him feel ashamed and angry, so it was impossible for him to bow his head here.
"You are quite skilled, old man, but you are so confident. I guess you are just relying on your skills and the fact that no one can see your movements clearly..." Hu Han shouted with his eyes open.
He had just lost face and knew he couldn't beat the seemingly old man in front of him.
Hu Han thought he could easily take down the old man, so he took action. Now that he can't use force, he is unwilling to admit defeat and can only find other ways.
Fortunately, this is the imperial capital, not a place for warriors to show off their prowess, so the size of a warrior's fist 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:
"So you have no evidence either, and it's just pure speculation. Because that woman looks pitiful, she is right and I am the bad guy?"
"Whoever advocates must provide evidence. That woman can frame me and prevent me from leaving with just her mouth. And you are just here to watch the fun and don't care about the truth at all. So you bully a 90-year-old man like me?"
Qiao Mu had no taboos and started scolding the people around him with a single blow. Naturally, the crowd was very excited and said all kinds of things.
"What evidence? You flirted with that young lady on the street, how else can you prove it?" The crowd was noisy:
"Are you going to let that young lady undress in public and see if her butt is red from your pinching?"
"... ..That's not impossible. I think it's okay." A passerby's eyes lit up in the crowd.
"You old man, you are so confident, most likely you have done something dirty!"
Qiao Mu shook his head and said nothing more.
He had realized that it was impossible to clear his name with words.
This is like smearing mud on the crotch. It is shit if it is not shit. Not to mention that this is probably not a coincidence. It is very likely that someone secretly framed it. Naturally, it is impossible for the government to support justice...
"Perhaps the person behind the scenes framed me twice just to let me see it and irritate me... If I really vent my anger on these passers-by, I will be in trouble." His eyes were slightly cold.
Whether he attacks the pedestrians who block his way or escapes, he will probably establish his bad reputation.
He thought for a moment, and suddenly his hand moved.
The sound of a sword clanging was heard.
Qiao Mu drew his sword, and the three-foot-long blade in his hand emitted a cold light, forcing the people around him to take several steps back, thinking that they had angered the old warrior and that blood would be splattered three feet away.
However, Qiao Mu did not make a move. Instead, he held the 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 your reputation, I dare to bet my life as well."
"I want you to know that there is no one in my Qiao family who is afraid of death or seeks fame."
"You dare to slander my reputation, then 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 dare to bet with me?" The old man looked straight at the young woman, with an aura rising from his body, which made the young woman tremble. She was speechless for a moment and did not dare to look him in the eye.
The crowd was silent for a moment, but soon some noises were heard from the crowd:
"What kind of man is it to threaten a woman?"
"He was so anxious that he was willing to kill someone and then commit suicide to make amends in order to gain a good reputation. Who knows how many times he touched it just now? I'm afraid he doesn't dare to see the officials, so he petitioned for death."
"If I had known this, why would I have done such a dirty thing just now?"
Qiao Mu's eyes were as sharp as lightning as he swept through the crowd one by one.
It would be fine if it happened once, but he has been inciting the crowd again and again. Do they really think that an old man like him is deaf and cannot tell who is causing trouble
But despite this, Qiao Mu still couldn't take action immediately... once he did, he would confirm his bad reputation.
Of course, just because "Qiao Shuanglin" cannot take action now does not mean that the next elder of the Qiao family cannot take revenge.
Qiao Mu has always been a very good person to his friends.
Those who forced him to die and sent him to their doom would be regarded by him as close friends and confidants, just like his friend named Guo, who would live in his heart forever.
"Haha... Qiao Shuanglin was a strong-willed man, but it's a pity that he wasted a good life and died because of this mob. It's such a pity."
At the entrance of the teahouse, Daozhen, a disciple of the Da Dao Sect, sighed and lamented.
Although he sighed, he had no intention of taking action to stop it.
“Human life is like a mayfly, short and fragile. It only shines for a moment at the moment of death.”
As a spectator, what he looked forward to most was the moment when mortals died.
But at this moment, a faint voice suddenly sounded in my ears.
"Junior Brother Daozhen, you gave me a hard time looking for you. Are you deliberately trying to avoid me, Senior Sister Daoxu..."
Chapter 152: The Battle of Gods
The sudden voice startled Dao Zhen, who was sitting quietly at the door of the teahouse, and his hand, which was about to raise the cup to his lips, froze.
Daoxu
He turned his eyes and saw a female monk in a scarlet Taoist robe, looking at him with interest.
The nun looked like an ordinary person of about 28 or 29 years old. Even wrapped in a loose Taoist robe, her mature and voluptuous figure was evident.
A sense of uneasiness suddenly flashed through Dao Zhen's mind.
Although this Senior Sister Daoxu was from the same school as him and was also a disciple of Elder Qingyi and entered the school earlier than him, Daozhen was the latecomer and surpassed her in immortal cultivation at one point, so she had been secretly competing with him all along.
Daozhen was a lazy person. He would not fight unless the sect asked him to. He usually wandered around the imperial capital and observed ordinary people in the name of enlightenment.
But this Daoxu is completely different from him. He is a cultivator with a personality as fiery as fire.
The two sides are not as hostile as water and fire, but they often compete with each other.
Daozhen wasn't really afraid of this senior sister.
The main reason is the other party's temper. If he starts to make a fuss, things will be difficult to handle, and it will also disturb his interest in observing mortals.
"Senior sister is here, would you like a cup of tea?" Daozhen greeted her with a smile, pretending to be calm:
"I just returned to the imperial capital yesterday and forgot to say hello to my senior sister. It's a coincidence that I met her today."
"Yeah?"
The female nun Daoxu, who was wearing a red Taoist robe, sat across from the eight-immortal table with confidence, poured herself a pot of tea, and drank it down in gulps.
"We have had tea, can we start?" Daoxu went straight to the point.
"Start... what?" Daozhen looked confused.
"It's still a little naive of you to act dumb in front of me, Senior Sister." Daoxu smiled and said:
"Junior brother, I recently got a new magic weapon, and I want to compete with you again."
She stretched out her bare hand, and a light blue bead floated above her palm, spinning on its own.
As the bead rotated, a chill air emerged faintly.
Daozhen was originally drinking tea calmly, but just as he raised the cup to his lips, he showed a helpless look and put the cup down.
The tea in the cup had been frozen into an ice cup in just a moment.
"This item is called the Mysterious Ice Pearl. I bought it from a fellow Taoist from the Changsheng Sect. It is said to be made from thousand-year-old black ice collected from the cold land in the far north. This item contains a bone-chilling chill. Once it is activated, it cannot be blocked by ordinary magic weapons." Daoxu said slowly.
"Sister, this is the imperial capital, and it's also the market town. It's not appropriate, right? 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."
"Oh, don't play tricks on me. Are you using mortals as your shield?" Daoxu sneered:
"If I stop here, I don't know where you will hide tomorrow."
"How could I do this?" Daozhen spread his hands, looking innocent:
"Senior Sister, I will definitely stay in this imperial capital tomorrow and will not go out to hide."
"And you plan to continue hiding in the imperial capital's vegetable market tomorrow, so that I won't be afraid to act rashly, right?" Daoxu had seen through his junior brother's thoughts and snorted coldly.
She didn't say much. With a thought, the black ice bead in her hand glowed.
In an instant.
An icy mist spread rapidly, covering the surroundings.
Daozhen's face changed slightly, and a small golden bell unfolded in front of him. A golden light immediately spread out, taking an egg shape and covering his body.
However, this icy mist continued to spread, and with a crackling sound, a layer of solid ice formed on the table.
"This---" The waiter saw the commotion and ran over, but before he could even exclaim, frost covered his eyebrows and his entire body was frozen into a human-shaped ice sculpture.
"Disaster from an alien... Run!" The other guests and the owner of the teahouse all looked terrified and fled in panic.
"Senior Sister...it's not too late for you to stop now." Daozhen looked distressed.
"As immortal cultivators, we naturally cannot kill mortals at will unless it is necessary."
Mortals are also a relatively important resource for the nine immortal sects.
Therefore, generally speaking, immortal sects will restrain the cultivators under their tutelage and not kill them indiscriminately unless necessary.
Killing innocent people indiscriminately may damage the reputation of the immortal sect, and it is also not conducive to the immortal sect's intake of incense... But the rules of this immortal sect are naturally relative, not rigid rules.
"This rule is not set in stone."
Daoxu waved her hand casually, and the waiter's body that had been frozen into an ice sculpture shattered into ice chips. Then it was blown away by the wind and was sucked into her storage bag through the air, leaving no trace.