But now, after listening to the report, he became somewhat curious about Qiao Pifu.
"He disappeared for thirty years, but now he finally takes action. I think Wang Shanhe's recommendation of this person was not a casual move."
"Then, let's go and take a good look at this Qiao Pifu and see who he is." The man in the yellow robe said with his eyes slightly closed.
He doesn't have much time left in Heyang City.
Before leaving, it would be interesting to take a look at the people recommended by Wang Shanhe.
... .
At the gate of Yancheng.
In the shadows, a figure wearing a black star-shaped mask appeared silently, looking through the mask, staring at the line of words on the wall of the city gate tower.
The murderer is Qiao Sen from the Qiao family.
Xing Xuanshi suddenly felt his face getting hot.
After his previous investigation, he found no trace of the existence of the so-called Qiao family, so he confidently told Guo Yan that the Qiao family was nothing to worry about and might not even exist.
What's the result
As a result, within two days, the Qiao family came to the door and Guo Yan was killed in the street!
"Just at this critical moment when the emperor is on tour, Yancheng's lord Guo Yan died. Wu Ji will lose an important chess piece. I just hope that the assassination plan of Wu Sheng will not be delayed."
"Qiao family...Qiao Sen? You must remember this name well." Xing Xuan's eyes gradually became cold.
In his opinion, he might have had some contribution to Guo Yan's assassination.
If he hadn't personally reminded Guo Yan, Guo Yan might not have died so easily... .I just don't know why even he couldn't find any trace of this mysterious Qiao family? This incident indirectly caused the tragic death of the Lord of Yancheng, which was a huge mistake for Xing Xuanshi, who was in charge of intelligence.
"We can't take care of Yancheng anymore. Let's go back to Heyang Prefecture and investigate the affairs of the Qiao family." Xing Xuan hid in the shadows.
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Chapter 63 The Qiao Family's Influence Remains
At the gate of Yancheng.
The bloodstains left by Guo Yan on the wall at the city gate had long since dried up and faded, leaving only faint marks. The words carved by Qiao Mu with his spear in the past are still eye-catching.
When passers-by pass by here, they will most likely look up at the words and sigh.
The assassination of the city lord a few days ago was an absolute earthquake for Yan City.
Guo Yan had been running Yancheng for many years and could be regarded as the local emperor of Yancheng. However, he died tragically on the street that day. His father and son were killed one after another, and all his business disappeared.
"Guo Yan died a good death."
A scholar was drinking tea in a teahouse at the city gate. He glanced at the city gate tower from time to time and was chatting with other tea drinkers:
"I was on this street and witnessed Guo Yan's tragic death."
"Think about how powerful Guo Yan is in daily life. Who would dare to say anything bad about him? The people of Yancheng can only say that he dotes on his only son. The blame was all placed on his son, while he himself was completely cleared of all charges."
"Those who do evil will eventually die. Guo Yan died under Qiao Sen's gun. The dignified city lord died like a stray dog on the street..."
"What? Were you watching right there?"
"Tell me more quickly."
Other people in the teahouse were also talking about it. The assassination of the city lord a few days ago was still talked about by the people of Yancheng.
When the wall falls, everyone pushes it; when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter.
In the past, Guo Yan's family was the only one in Yancheng, and he had only one son.
Now both the father and the son have died tragically, and most of the confidants who dared to die for Guo Yan have also died. The Guo family, which once dominated Yancheng, has become precarious in the blink of an eye.
At first, no one in Yancheng dared to speak, but Guo Yan just gave a look, without even giving an order, and smart people knew how to judge the situation and change their stance to speak.
Now that the wall has fallen, everyone is pushing it down, and the former city lord has quickly become a topic of conversation among the people.
The scholar in the teahouse was talking loudly and spitting, causing many tea drinkers to turn their heads and look at him. Soon someone urged him:
"Tell me more about Guo Yan's death."
"What's there to say about Guo Yan's death? Let's talk about Qiao Sen from the Qiao family."
The scholar was subconsciously excited by the attention of so many people, and gradually got into the play:
"I was actually at the scene that day, and I had a few words with Qiao Sen, the man who killed Guo Yan."
"At that time, I had a passionate debate with Qiao Sen on the street, and after the debate, he became emotional, so he attacked and assassinated the city lord Guo Yan."
"I am also a witness and half participant in the death of the city lord Guo Yan. I don't have any credit, but I have at least half a credit..."
Amid the discussions in the teahouse, someone sneered:
"Forget about talking about Guo Yan. Guo Yan is already dead, and the Guo family is in turmoil."
"You even dare to talk about Qiao Sen of the Qiao family. Do you really think you can talk about others without them being around? There were so many people watching on the street that day, and you dared to take the credit for yourself?"
Amid the noisy discussions, the scholar felt his face getting red and fled in a hurry.
At the foot of the city gate, Old Huang looked at the commotion here from afar, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"Once Guo Yan dies, all the monkeys will scatter."
"The Qiao family had three righteous men. They are all gone, but their influence is still there."
"Big boy, look up carefully."
Old Huang stood at the foot of the city gate tower, instructing his eldest daughter beside him, and looked up at the words on the city gate tower.
The words that Qiao Mu had carved with his spear were still there, still clear, but had faded due to the drying of the blood.
"City Lord Guo Yan has accumulated power in Yan City for many years, and no one dares to disobey him... I don't dare either."
"The Qiao family, father and son, were all heroes. In the end, it was these three outsiders who overthrew the high-handed Guo Yan family. It's admirable, but also lamentable."
What I respect is that these three members of the Qiao family are all the same, they all hate evil and value righteousness over life and death.
It is a pity that the brothers Qiao Mu and Qiao Lin are dead. Behind their chivalrous deeds, they both died tragically. Their father had no choice but to rush to Yancheng and kill Guo Yan.
"Big boy, you better remember this." Old Huang sighed:
"You can't be a brilliant knight in the future, but don't be a smart person who changes with the times like that scholar."
"... .I understand."
While the father and daughter were talking, another group of people walked in from the city gate.
In the past few days since the ban on Yancheng was lifted, there are many more people entering and leaving Yancheng than usual.
Some were merchant caravans, while others were idlers who had heard about the assassination of the Lord of Yan City and came in to watch the excitement.
Wang Songhe is such an idle person.
With a changed appearance, he blended into the crowd and walked into the venue with a swagger.
"How come this writing is still there?" He glanced at the writing on the city gate tower and was a little surprised:
"After the murderer assassinated the lord of a city, he left behind this trace."
"This writing is still here. Isn't it showing off the power of Qiao Sen of the Qiao family? Why not destroy it?"
"Destroy it? Who dares?" Old Huang laughed when he heard it.
“Who will give the order and who will take the responsibility?”
"You are an outsider and don't know what happened. You must have heard it from hearsay." Old Huang shook his head and said, "The Qiao brothers are dead, but Qiao Sen and those Qiao family members left Yancheng in a swagger that day. They are still alive!"
"In today's world, the arrogant are afraid of the stupid, and the stupid are afraid of the desperate."
"The Qiao family is powerful and doesn't care about their lives. Who knows if the handwriting has just been destroyed and they will die tragically on the street like Guo Yan the next day?"
The three members of the Qiao family, father and son, have left a strong mark in Yancheng with the lives of their own family members, as well as the lives of Guo Yan and his son.
The corner of Wang Songhe's eyes twitched slightly.
When the assassination attempt on Guo Yan took place before, everyone's attention was on that "Qiao Sen", and he and the bandits under his command were all masked, so they were also mistaken for members of the Qiao family.
He thought to himself: "Now the other officials in Yancheng don't even dare to destroy the writings left by Qiao Sen. I think they are simply too scared to react, fearing that the Qiao family will come back and attack again."
"When Guo Yan was alive, he was very cunning and resourceful. He was the only voice in Yancheng, and the rest of the bureaucrats were insignificant."
"Now that he is dead, the remaining power of the Qiao family can at least intimidate these bureaucrats for a while."
But it is only temporary and cannot last forever.
As time goes by, the next mayor of Yan City will eventually appear.
It is hard to say whether the new city lord is virtuous or treacherous, it all depends on luck.
"As long as the world remains the same, even heroes like the Qiao family father and son can only kill Guo Yan at the cost of their lives, but cannot change the world. This is not something that a few heroes can do."
So he came.
"A real man is born between heaven and earth, how can he hide in the mountains and forests..." Wang Songhe said silently in his heart, looking at the desolate little town in front of him.
The bandits can only hide in the mountains and protect the people of one village, which is ultimately a small scale.
Since the local tyrant in Yancheng is not capable, he will be the dragon from across the river.
Chapter 64 Emperor, are you teaching me how to do things
Nanzhou is mountainous.
Among the many mountain ranges, the Qingming Mountains west of Yancheng are the most famous. The main peak, Qingming Peak, is extremely high and reaches the sky. The Qingyun Temple on the mountain is very popular and attracts pilgrims in an endless stream.
However, where Qiao Canxue arrived was not the famous Qingyun Temple, but a small Taoist temple at the foot of the southern side of the Qingming Mountains.
The owner of this small Taoist temple is called Master Lingling, a plump Taoist nun with a round face.
Although the Taoist temple is not big and does not attract many worshippers, far less than the famous Qingyun Temple, Master Lingling is also highly respected by pilgrims passing by.
Master Lingling has been in a very good mood recently.
Recently, the person she had been waiting for for many years came to this small Taoist temple.
"Canxue, the last time I saw you, you were still a little kid. More than ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and you finally came here."
"It's only ten years of waiting, it's nothing. For us practitioners, ten years is just a blink of an eye. You and I are meant to have this fate..."
"I've long seen that you and I are destined to be together..."
In the Taoist temple, the fat Taoist nun Lingling narrowed her eyes into slits and looked very kind.
In front of her, there were three or five young female monks sitting cross-legged on the ground, listening quietly.
The fat nun talked for a long time, but there was no response from Qiao Canxue, so she asked:
"Canxue, why don't you speak?"
Qiao Canxue still sat there motionless with his eyes closed.
"Master, my junior sister seems to have fallen asleep." said a young female cultivator.
"Nonsense, your junior sister is blind and cannot see anything. Closing her eyes does not mean she is asleep. I think she is deep in meditation." Master Lingling frowned.
As soon as the words fell.
Qiao Canxue, who was sitting with his eyes closed, made a sound: zzzZZZ... .
The fat nun was speechless for a moment, then changed her words:
"Your little sister is a natural cultivator. Two days of Qi training and one day of practice are probably equivalent to your ten years of hard practice. To be able to achieve such progress in her practice, besides her extraordinary talent and extraordinary spiritual perception, she must have practiced day and night, which is why she is listless during the day..."
"Qi Refining cultivators are still mortals, so it's inevitable that they will feel low spirits during the day..."
Before the fat nun finished her words, she saw another young female cultivator's eyelids gradually closing and her head nodding. She immediately shouted:
"Master is talking to you, how dare you fall asleep?"
The female cultivator was suddenly awakened by the shout. When she turned around, she saw Qiao Canxue still sitting there with her eyes closed, motionless.
It turned out that this hypocritical fat nun used a technique similar to the martial artist's "secret sound transmission" to shout, which only sent the sound into her ears, making her ears buzz.
At this moment, Qiao Canxue, who had kept his eyes closed, suddenly trembled, opened his eyes a little, revealing a small white area, but then closed them again immediately.
She turned her head and looked towards the entrance of the Taoist temple.