"I have to walk faster, maybe I can make it to my funeral, and maybe I can even have my own feast." Qiao Mu quickened his pace and walked along the mountain road.
... ..
Goose City.
In the city lord's mansion.
The city lord's son was looking at a coffin placed in the yard and was shaking with excitement.
In the coffin was Qiumu's body.
It would not have been appropriate to send the body to the city lord's mansion, but he was under house arrest by the city lord and could not go out, so he had to order someone to bring Qiao Mu's body in.
"You are called Qiao Mu, but your life is worthless." Master Guo clapped his hands and laughed:
"Good death! When the sky is clear!"
He drank a glass of strong liquor and then ordered:
"Someone, open the coffin. I want to see how miserable his death was."
The servant next to him hesitated for a moment before opening the coffin.
As soon as the coffin lid was opened, a strong smell of blood came out. Master Guo leaned over to take a look, then took two steps back, his face turning pale.
The appearance of a corpse killed by thousands of people's swords is not very beautiful.
He dry heaved twice and almost vomited out the wine he had just drunk.
But after seeing this tragic death, he finished it in one breath... How could he finish it so easily
"Qiao Mu, does he have any family in Yancheng?" asked Master Guo.
"There is only a blind girl in the family, and she is only twenty years old," the servant replied.
For the Guo family, there are not many secrets in this city, so they can naturally find out.
"Blind girl? It's a pity that she couldn't see this person's death with her own eyes..." Mr. Guo sighed:
"Then let her just smell it."
Chapter 27 Carrying the coffin into the house
In the city lord's mansion.
Master Guo was preparing to go out happily, followed by a group of servants carrying coffins on their shoulders.
This time he went out to meet Qiao Mu's blind family.
Although Qiao Mu died, he did not die in front of him, so he felt happy, but not completely happy.
Then he planned to bring the coffin and go to visit Qiao Canxue in person to comfort her.
But just as he reached the door, he was stopped by a majestic voice.
"Stop, didn't I tell you to ground you for a month?"
The person who spoke was the city lord Guo Yan. He was still strong and strong, like an iron tower, but his face was now sickly pale.
"Dad, I know my limits. How could I possibly cause trouble again?" Young Master Guo said with an apologetic smile:
"I have to save my life too. How can I provoke the emperor... How can I possibly provoke a stranger from an unknown place?"
Guo Yan is a man of considerable skill and shrewdness. A man like him could raise a dandy boy, so naturally he is quite spoiled in his daily life.
He was firm in his attitude at first, but after his only son kept coaxing him for a long time, Guo Yan finally waved his hand impatiently and let him go.
"Afu, go with him and don't let him cause any trouble." Guo Yan ordered.
"Okay." An old man in gray came out and followed Master Guo.
This old man in gray was the one who had attacked from behind and captured Qiao Mu on the street earlier.
He has followed the city lord for many years and is already a seventh-rank warrior. He is also a rare master in the city lord's mansion. Moreover, he is older and acts calmly, and is quite trusted by Guo Yan.
If a seventh-rank warrior serves the country, his status is equivalent to that of half a seventh-rank official, which is half a level lower than that of a county head like a seventh-rank magistrate.
Therefore, there are only one or two such warriors in the City Lord's Mansion.
After Mr. Guo left, Guo Yan returned to the mansion, but he coughed and vomited blood.
"It's been a very eventful time recently." Guo Yan said to himself:
"The Great Yan Emperor is coming, and that old man Wang Songhe has also appeared in the Yancheng area. Could it be that he has also received relevant news and came here on the spur of the moment?"
Thinking of that scholar, he felt a little uneasy.
"It is said that the progress of cultivators is slow, and each retreat for cultivation can easily take years."
"But I heard that Wang Songhe only gave up literature and turned to Taoism after he turned 40. Now he can fight me to a draw... If I had known this, why would I read the books of sages and become a civil official?"
He shook his head, feeling vaguely uneasy.
The emperor was about to arrive, and it was a critical moment, but he was injured at this time, which was not good.
"Maybe I should go find someone from the Immortal Sect, just to ask for a talisman..." Guo Yan thought to himself.
Now he has no time to pay attention to his son's little troubles.
As for the young hero Qiao Mu who had threatened him in person on the street, he had long forgotten about it.
...
Outer city area.
Old Huang was walking in this alley with a monk and three or five other soldiers.
"The place where the boss lives is too remote. It's really hidden and the road is difficult to get to."
Old Huang chatted casually with the bald monk and other soldiers beside him.
A day later, he also recovered from Qiumu's sacrifice.
He had to calm down. He was just an ordinary soldier. Let alone Qiao Mu, even if a close relative of his family passed away, he would still have to go to the barracks for training and stand guard as usual tomorrow.
The hard-working people only have time to work and earn money, so how can they have time to indulge in melancholy
"Old Huang, have you thought about how to start the conversation later?" asked the monk soldier next to him.
"It's not that hard to ask. After all, we have collected enough money today. Even if we can't repay the boss for his sacrifice, at least we can have peace of mind."
Old Huang weighed the heavy bag of money in his hand.
It took Old Huang half a day to recover from his shock, and another half a day to find nearly a hundred colleagues under Qiao Mu and raise a pension.
This pension was not supposed to be paid by the soldiers themselves, but was allocated by the Yancheng military camp.
But after what happened that day, Lao Huang and others thought that Qiao Mu was not well-liked by Captain Chu and others in the army, and it would be difficult to allocate the pension.
So they pooled some money and prepared to give it to Qiao Canxue in the name of pension.
On the one hand, Qiao Mu had blocked bullets many times, which was a life-saving favor to the soldiers under his command.
On the other hand, Qiao Mu charged forward alone, and his last words before his death were to ask Lao Huang and others not to follow him and die.
At that time, Lao Huang and others listened to Qiao Mu's final order and did not charge.
They are also afraid of death.
Qiumu gave them a step and they stopped.
At first, they didn't quite understand why Qiao Mu was risking his life. Later, after they learned that Qiao Mu was going to die to save these hundreds of people, they felt more or less uneasy.
So it is not difficult to raise the money, and most people are willing to contribute.
"It seems that the boss's house is in front..." As Old Huang was speaking, he suddenly heard voices coming from the corner of the alley.
When I turned around, I saw a group of people carrying a coffin and squeezing into the alley.
"Hey, someone has passed away in someone's family? Can the coffin be carried into this alley?" Old Huang was still chattering, but when he got closer, his expression froze and he quickly shut up.
He recognized the people carrying the coffin, who seemed to be servants of the city lord's mansion.
Why would people from the City Lord's Mansion carry a coffin into this alley
Before Old Huang could figure it out, he saw a young man in white clothes walking into the alley with his head held high, and his eyes suddenly widened.
The city lord’s son
His body trembled slightly and he clenched his fists subconsciously, but soon loosened them. Then he quickly lowered his head and stepped aside to make way.
The monk soldiers next to them narrowed their eyes slightly and also stepped aside.
He was a drunkard and a meat lover. He had heard about how Lao Huang's wife had a miscarriage after being whipped by the servants of the city lord's son at the dinner table.
He didn't know what to say, so he just patted Lao Huang on the shoulder.
Several servants carried the coffin through the alley, and nothing happened.
The city lord's son naturally didn't recognize these soldiers and just walked past them.
When they were about to reach the corner of the alley, the gray-clothed old man Ah Fu, who was following Master Guo, glanced at them and suddenly said:
"Are you guys soldiers under the command of that centurion Qiao Mu?"
Ah Fu had been to the military camp and secretly observed Qiao Mu practicing martial arts, so he had some impression of Lao Huang and the others.
Lao Huang and others' expressions changed slightly.
Sure enough, the next moment Mr. Guo turned around with great interest.
"Oh? Interesting."
"Is this the entrance to Centurion Qiao Mu's home? Are you here to look for him as well? Then come in with me."
"Together?" Lao Huang and the others were stunned at first, and then they realized and set their eyes on the coffin.
Is Qiao Mu's body in the coffin? And Mr. Guo had someone carry the coffin into the alley. Was he here to look for Qiao Mu's family
Chapter 28 And then it was gone
Old Huang, the monk and several other soldiers followed Master Guo in silence.
Since Mr. Guo had already spoken, they naturally didn't dare to say no.
But their hearts gradually sank and they said nothing.
These soldiers collected enough compensation and got over the hurdle in their hearts before they dared to come and inform Qiao Mu of his death.
Although the person is dead, at least there is a pension, which is somewhat of a consolation.
But now, they arrived too late and happened to run into the city lord's son who had a grudge against Qiao Mu.
Lao Huang and others knew what would happen next without having to think about it.
But these few soldiers were powerless to do anything.
soon.
We have reached the end of this deep alley.
A servant came forward and knocked on the door, and soon the door opened. Inside appeared the blind girl whom Lao Huang and others had met once before.
"Who are you?" Qiao Canxue looked a little alert.
Although she couldn't see anything, she could hear the dense footsteps in the deep alley, and it was obvious that the other party was outnumbered.
In the deep alleys of the outer city, five out of ten houses were empty. How could there be so many people coming here normally? This was obviously unusual.
As soon as she showed up, the eyes of many servants outside the door suddenly brightened, but then their gaze fell on Qiao Canxue's tightly closed eyes, and they secretly thought it was a pity.
Master Guo pointed his finger at his chin and looked at Qiao Canxue carefully. Finally, he shook his head and said, "This blind girl is so pretty, but it's a pity that she is a girl."
The servant who was knocking on the door in front of him was about to speak, but was pushed away by Master Guo behind him, who made a quiet gesture with his index finger to his mouth.
"I really can't see it," Mr. Guo muttered softly, and then said in a sad tone:
"Is this the home of the centurion Qiao Mu of the Yancheng Army?"
"I am Qiao Mu's comrade... Actually, I have something important to tell you about Qiao Mu."
"You are all Qiao Mu's comrades? So many people come together?" Qiao Canxue's expression moved slightly, and he realized something.
Master Guo looked behind him, passing by Old Huang and others.