"So, I just want to stand on the side of the people of Kyushu."
Hai Wuya's martial arts is the way of humanity.
Be it the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" or the "Humanity Sutra" in his dream, neither is a peerless magical skill practiced by a person with extraordinary talent.
Water drops can wear away a stone, soil accumulates to form a mountain. Even an ordinary warrior as small as a speck of dust, without extraordinary talent and understanding, can eventually build 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 Golden Palace like a sudden thunder in spring.
Feiyu Wei Chuxing lowered his head silently, his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart.
Emperor Yonghe's body began to tremble slightly.
He was irritated by this old minister who was already in his twilight years.
"You regard me as an enemy of the people of the world? Ridiculous! Don't I want the country to be prosperous and the people to be strong? Don't I want the people of Kyushu to live a good life?"
Emperor Yonghe pointed at Hai Wuya with one hand, and his finger almost poked his nose.
Hai Wuya said: "You treat the people like grass, and the people treat you as an enemy."
"You..." Emperor Yonghe remained silent and finally waved his hand.
The friendship between the monarch and his subjects over the years has faded away. Hai Wuya now naturally acknowledges his true identity. He is no longer an important official of Dayan, but a rebel of the Wu Ji Society.
Since he is a rebel, why should we protect him
"Let the Immortal Sect deal with this person." Emperor Yonghe's expression turned cold, and he said indifferently:
"I will announce it to the world and expose the name of Wujihui as a rebel party."
Dao Ke, on the other hand, showed a strange look on his face, staring at Hai Wuya with a half-smile:
"Hai Wuya, you insist that you are not a high-ranking member of the Wuji Association... But a person like you is not an ordinary character."
"Neither you nor the Mount Xumi Sutra is an ordinary thing... I guess you are lying. You are a high-ranking member of the Wuji Association, but you are only speaking half the truth."
"Emperor of Da Yan, how about letting this man live a few more days?" Dao Ke smiled:
"Since he wrote the 'Sumeru Mountain King Sutra', he must be an important figure in the Wu Ji Association."
"It can be used to establish authority, and it can also be used to lure out those rats in the gutter, such as the lunatic who calls himself the Martial Saint."
Emperor Yonghe's heart trembled, and his previous anger suddenly disappeared by half.
From what Dao Ke said, this Martial Saint is still alive
There were no top-notch warriors among the Feiyu Guards, so Emperor Yonghe knew very little about the affairs of these top martial arts masters in the world.
"Martial Saint?" Hai Wuya just smiled.
"You may have underestimated his intelligence. Not to mention me, even if the young martial saint Wu Qiankun was captured, would he come?"
"This is an obvious trap. If the Martial Saint acts on impulse like this, then he is no longer a Martial Saint."
When Hai Wuya said this, he thought of an incident that Hai Siyuan had once mentioned.
When they were in the capital city of Daqin, Hai Siyuan, Li Changshi and other old soldiers were rescued by the Martial Saint.
Those white-haired old soldiers who walked out of the hundreds of miles of desert were the last comrades of the Martial Saint who survived to this day.
In Hai Wuya's view, they are also the last traces of humanity of the Martial Saint.
But Hai Wuya is not a survivor of the Western Expedition.
"You are quibbling again. Are you in a hurry to die? I don't believe it." Dao Ke smiled:
"Anyway, we'll know whether it's true or not once we try it. It'll only take a few days. I have the patience to wait."
"Emperor, please announce it to the world first and see if you can lure out the rats from the Wu Ji Society in these three days."
After saying this, Dao Ke turned around and was about to leave.
"Wait..." Emperor Yonghe was a little restless.
"Master Dao Ke, should Hai Wuya be placed under house arrest in the Taoist temple in the imperial capital for the next three days?"
"Taoist temple? This trap is too obvious. Do the people from Wu Ji Society dare to come?" Dao Ke shook his head:
"Don't you have a prison? Isn't it natural to put criminals in prison?"
The corner of Emperor Yonghe's eye twitched slightly.
At this time, he had already believed Dao Ke's words and regarded Hai Wuya as a high-ranking rebel who might attract the Martial Saint, so Hai Wuya was already a hot potato.
Imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison? Can the Heavenly Prison stop the Martial Saint or the Martial Arts Society
Emperor Yonghe was very unsure.
The masters guarding the Heavenly Prison are just a few first-grade warriors of the Spirit Refining Stage and some Heavenly Prison garrison troops.
If we were to say which place in the imperial capital is the safest and most likely to stop the Martial Saint... then it would be this palace which is guarded by 10,000 imperial guards and guarded by the ancestor Yan Shenji.
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 Da Dao Sect monk actually guessed right.
He really wanted to die sooner rather than delay it for a few more days.
This was not because he really believed that the Martial Saint would step into the trap and come here to rescue him.
He was worried that his son Hai Siyuan might act out of anger and try to stop a chariot with his own strength... .
When he was captured by Feiyuwei, he quickly gave his eldest son some advice, asking him to go find Dr. Dong, but it was unclear whether it would work... .
... ..
In the imperial capital, a noodle shop on the street.
Qiao Mu was sitting at the octagonal table at the entrance of the store, eating a bowl of longevity noodles. Wayne was sitting opposite him.
"As a human being, the most important thing is to be happy."
"Wayne, are you hungry? Do you want to ask the boss to give you some food?"
When it’s your birthday, you have to eat longevity noodles, which is a small sense of ritual for Qiumu.
The first time I ate noodles was in Yancheng, right? How old were you then? It seemed like a lifetime ago... Qiao Mu leaned against the wall, looking relaxed.
"Mr. Qiao, what are your plans for coming to the imperial capital this time?" Wayne asked in a deep voice without eating his noodles.
This imperial capital is no ordinary place. It is no exaggeration to say that it is the place where the world's storms converge.
He guessed that Qiao Mu left Daqin City and came to the imperial capital, probably for some important matter.
"Plan? I do have some ideas." Qiao Mu pondered for a while and said:
"I know a kind-hearted man named Wan. He is always generous and kind. I plan to borrow some money from him and then go bird-walking..."
"Just walking the bird?" Wayne was stunned.
"You reminded me that if I just walk the bird, it would be too small." Qiao Mu said:
"Then I can borrow some more money from that kind-hearted man Wan and open a bookstore in this imperial capital."
"We don't sell Confucian classics or history books, we only sell strange stories and anecdotes about martial arts."
"Then I'll pick out one or two martial arts manuals and quietly put them in the bookcase. I'll also put the cover on a strange story book and see which kid has the best luck..."
"I do nothing every day but sweep the floor. I act like a sweeper and occasionally recite a few mantras of my inner strength. Doesn't that make me look like a hermit?"
Wayne listened to Qiao Mu's words with a bit of confusion, then said hesitantly:
"Mr. Qiao, do you mean to find a martial arts genius with extraordinary talent and train him secretly?"
This was all he could think of.
After all, the Qiao family is so mysterious and powerful, and Qiao Mu in front of him is such a skilled martial artist, and he has done earth-shattering things like assassinating the King of Qin and defeating immortals with martial arts. How could he come to the imperial capital just to open a small bookstore
I guess there's some deeper meaning behind it
"Cultivate talents? Wayne, why do you think so utilitarian?" Qiao Mu said unhappily:
"I opened a bookstore. Can't I just be unambitious and find something to do to make a living?"
"A balance between tension and relaxation is what life is all about."
"Selling books, walking the bird, sweeping the floor, and pretending to be an hermit, how comfortable would that be?" Qiao Mu said casually.
The last time I left the imperial capital, I went to the Great Qin Prefecture, and it ended up being more than 160 years since I left.
Now Qiumu just wants to take a winter vacation to relax and recover from the stress.
Wayne mused:
"What Mr. Qiao meant by balancing tension and relaxation is... opening a bookstore as a facade first, and then slowly planning big things?"
It was hard for him to believe that a top-notch warrior who had just killed a group of immortal cultivators and forced Wu Qiankun, number one on the God List, to retreat, would come to the imperial capital just to retire.
Qiumu was speechless. He found that he could not keep up with Wayne's thoughts.
Are you sick? This isn't Dihuawen. Did I go to the wrong set
"Don't let your imagination run wild. I'm no longer a frivolous teenager. What's wrong with taking care of my 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 take advantage of his seniority and gave Wayne chicken soup:
"The highest good is like water; water benefits all things without contending. This is exactly what it means."
Qiao Mu felt that what he said was quite expert-like.
An expert never acts rashly.
Walking the bird and playing with the cat every day, running a bookstore and sweeping the floor, isn't this a typical hermit
While Qiumu was educating Wayne, there was a noise coming from the street.
Looking back, I saw several soldiers posting notices on the city wall, which attracted a large crowd of people to watch and talk noisily.
"The Minister of Rites, Hai Wuya, is actually a member of the Wuji Society's rebel faction..."
"... ..Execution after three days?"
"Minister Hai is actually a rebel? I saw him last time when I was commemorating the heroic spirits of the Western Expedition Army. He looked quite righteous, didn't he?"
"You can't judge a person by his appearance, but by his heart. It seems that Minister Hai joined the Wu Ji Hui rebels decades ago. He is a thorn in the side of the Great Yan Dynasty."
"Is this true?"
Qiao Mu and the other man were both high-ranking warriors with sharp five senses, so they naturally heard clearly what these people were talking about.
Qiao Mu didn't say anything, but just ate noodles silently. He ate three big bowls in a row, then he burped and stood up.
"Why do you force me... force me to beat you to death?"
Qiao Mu sighed, feeling a little helpless.
I can’t stand it anymore, so I blow up the palace with one punch!
"Don't be impatient, Mr. Qiao." Wayne observed his expression and vaguely realized something, and said:
"You just said that water benefits all things without competing, and the true meaning of life is to seek inner peace..."
"Have I ever told you...water has no fixed shape?" Qiao Mu said.
Water has no fixed shape.
In other words, the final right of interpretation belongs to the Qiao family.
"I am now planning to go to the palace to find some inner peace----" Halfway through his words, he saw a familiar white-haired figure among the crowd at the notice board.
The man was Hai Siyuan. He was also in the crowd, listening to the discussions around him in a state of shock. The surging crowd parted and closed in front of him, and he was the only one like a still reef.
"Dong Xinglin, the clinic of the great doctor Dong..." Hai Siyuan muttered to himself.
He is not an impulsive young man, but 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 me to find Dong Xinglin. Maybe he has already anticipated what happened in the palace and has some clever plans