At this time, several pilgrims were walking into this small Taoist temple which was not very popular. While they were walking, they were still discussing something.
"Have you heard? The mayor of Yancheng in the east was killed in the street by a man named Qiao Sen. I don't know what Qiao Sen's background is. He is so fierce that he could break through the mayor's guards and kill him in the street. Afterwards, he was able to drink the city gate open and walk away."
"Hey, your news is out of date. I heard that Qiao Sen had two sons, Qiao Mu and Qiao Lin. Both brothers were chivalrous men, and they died one after another because of the Lord of Yan City..."
The pilgrims chatted about the latest popular events and went into the temple to burn incense.
Qiao Canxue listened in a daze, his heart roaring like thunder.
"I didn't expect Qiao Mu still had a father who was still alive. His father even killed Yancheng City Lord Guo Yan himself."
This news is great news for Qiao Canxue.
Originally, Qiao Mu died because of him, and she had no way to repay him, so she thought of killing Guo Yan to avenge him.
But since Qiao Mu still has her father alive, she has more ways to give back.
Although Qiao Mu is dead, no matter how much he repays his gratitude, it seems a little slow, but it is different from before after all.
Her mood gradually became agitated, and her eyelids opened slightly, revealing a vast expanse of white.
"I wanted to wait until my magical power was perfected, then kill Guo Yan with my own hands and avenge him."
"Since he still has family members alive, it will be easy."
"If the eunuch killed the mayor of Yancheng, he would be in trouble. When my magical power is perfected, I will go to protect the eunuch's safety."
The fat Taoist nun standing by saw Qiao Canxue open his eyes slightly, and his aura surged three times in succession.
"Huh? Sudden enlightenment? You're already at the fourth level of the Qi Refining Stage?" The fat Taoist nun first widened her eyes in shock, and then narrowed them into slits with joy.
"This cultivation speed is much faster than those disciples of the big sects who rely on the power of incense and vows and refine the 'incense magic talisman' to assist in their cultivation. Perhaps this girl can really find a way to immortality in this world today that is different from the nine major immortal sects..."
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Heyang Prefecture City.
Inside the Xiaocui Pavilion teahouse, a storyteller wearing a blue shirt and carrying a sword was slamming the gavel and telling a story:
"The warrior Qiao Sen shouted: We warriors should march forward courageously!"
"After saying this, he stabbed the Lord of Yan City to death with a single shot and left..."
The tea drinkers burst into cheers and applause from time to time.
A corner of the teahouse.
Several constables in black clothes with swords on their waists were also sitting at the eight-immortals table, seemingly listening to the storyteller telling stories.
"Captain Qiao, this is inappropriate." One of the detectives said in a low voice:
"We received an order that Qiao Sen, who committed murder in Yancheng and assassinated an imperial official, has just become a wanted criminal of the imperial court, so we have to drive out the storyteller in this teahouse. But why are you here to listen to storytelling?"
"Why is it inappropriate? If you don't listen to him, how can you know the right and wrong of the matter? Wait until he finishes speaking before you take action."
Qiao Mu sat lazily, sipping tea and listening to storytelling.
Ever since that day when he accidentally ran into the storyteller bragging about his stuff, he had kind of fallen in love with this feeling.
But I didn't expect that as soon as I arrived in Heyang City, I would meet the sword-bearing storyteller who looked familiar to me, and he happened to be telling my own story.
"Yes. This story is indeed quite interesting." The tea drinker at the next table was a middle-aged man in a long robe, quite dignified, and looked to be nearly 40 years old. He smiled and said:
"But since you are the head of the police in Heyang City, you have to perform your official duties, right? Now is not the time to listen to books. Things have to be prioritized. Isn't official duties important?"
Qiao Mu frowned slightly and turned to look at the middle-aged man in a robe at the next table.
Why did this stranger who was talking to me speak so strangely? He was clearly a stranger, but it sounded as if he was condescending and accusing me.
"Things have their priorities." Qiao Mu said casually:
"It's okay to be casual about such small matters, but if it's a big matter, I will naturally not spare my life."
"You love teaching people how to do things, so why don't you instruct the current emperor to fight the alien war?"
Chapter 65 Pointing fingers at Emperor Yonghe (3K)
The middle-aged man who spoke to me was wearing a long robe and had a short beard. When he spoke to people, his chin was slightly raised, and his gaze was quite majestic.
As soon as Qiao Mu finished speaking, the middle-aged man with a short beard who had spoken to him was obviously surprised, as if he did not expect Qiao Mu to retort in this way. He stood there in a daze for a moment without saying anything.
However, Guard Chu, who was sitting at the same table with him, couldn't help but twitch his eyes and glanced at Qiao Mu.
He knew that the Great Yan Emperor beside him had the urge to meet this Pitman Qiao because of the recommendation of Wang Shanhe, the former Minister of Justice who had lived in seclusion for many years.
But this was just a momentary whim and did not mean that the Emperor of Dayan valued this Qiao Pifu very much.
This man spoke like this, directly talking about the disastrous war between the Great Yan Dynasty and the aliens. It was not impossible that he angered the emperor and brought about his own death the next moment.
After a while, the middle-aged man who had spoken to him came back to his senses and frowned:
"I'm talking to you, why are you bringing up the current emperor?"
"Weren't you the first to give advice on Jiangshan?" Qiao Mu said lazily while sipping tea.
In places like teahouses and taverns, there are indeed many ordinary people who love to discuss state affairs and engage in passionate debates. It is not uncommon.
The middle-aged man with a short beard was speechless for a moment. Just as he was about to explode, his frown relaxed.
Think about Wang Shanhe, the Minister of Punishments during the reign of the previous emperor. When he was in office, he was also a man of strong temperament and could not tolerate any injustice.
Temper is one thing, but what matters is whether one has real talent and knowledge.
If this Qiao Pifu was the second Wang Shanhe, he could tolerate it temporarily.
Then the middle-aged man with a short beard said:
"Since you want to give advice on the country, why don't you tell me what kind of person the current emperor is?"
This statement is not only about testing the trees, but also about listening to the voice of the people.
The Emperor of Dayan has lived in the deep palace for a long time. This time he went out secretly in disguise and wanted to listen to the voice of the people.
Qiao Mu blurted out: "This emperor should be s..."
He stopped halfway through his words, frowned and looked at the middle-aged man.
Because he had discussed the assassination of the emperor with Qiao Canxue in Yancheng, Qiao Mu still couldn't forget the matter.
Someone asked this just now, and he almost blurted out "The emperor deserves to die."
Now Qiao Mu is dressed in disguise and enters Heyang City alone, speaking without any taboos.
But speaking without taboos and seeking death are two different concepts.
Qiao Mu's brows gradually furrowed.
What was the matter with this stranger who came to talk to him? Was he deliberately trying to get him to talk, to let him give him advice on the country and discuss the current emperor
How could this person have such evil intentions? Does he want to kill me... .Hmm? Kill me
Qiao Mu suddenly remembered that he was cheating.
Is he afraid of death
What Qiao Mu fears is a low-quality death, and what he yearns for is a high-quality death.
If one were to say something like "the current emperor deserves to die" in a teahouse, then his death would obviously be meaningless.
But if he could speak out truth and show his level of ability, even if he died for his words, Qiao Mu could still earn a reputation, and I think his death would not be bad.
"Are you talking about the Yonghe Emperor of the current dynasty? The Yonghe Emperor is naturally a good emperor, that's all." Qiao Mu said.
The middle-aged man with a short beard relaxed his frown.
Who doesn’t like to disguise themselves and listen to others praise them
Qiao Mu likes it, and he likes it too.
He is now on a secret visit to listen to the people's voices.
Qiao Mu was just a small captain of the police in the city, a low-level civil servant, and naturally part of the common people.
To round it off, the people of Dayan are saying that he is a good emperor.
How could he not be in a good mood
"You said that the current emperor is a good emperor? Then what exactly is good about him?" The middle-aged man with a short beard suppressed the joy in his heart and asked again.
Please continue, say more, I love to listen.
I only heard Qiao Mu continue:
"The good thing is that he chose a good era name."
"Yonghe, Yonghe. The current emperor surrendered to the foreigners without a fight, paid compensation and licked his feet. He doesn't even dare to fight a war. How can we not have Yonghe?"
"As long as we surrender before the enemy captures us, the war won't start. Isn't that what Yonghe is all about?"
As soon as these words came out.
Guard Chu next to the middle-aged man with a short beard subconsciously looked at his nose and his heart, not daring to look at the expression of Emperor Yonghe next to him.
The several detectives in black clothes around Qiao Mu also widened their eyes in horror.
Turtle, it's bad enough that you, Captain Qiao, are slacking off by listening to books in the teahouse, but now you even dare to make irresponsible remarks about the current emperor. Aren't you afraid of death
Their strong desire to survive made them subconsciously take a few steps back and look around, fearing that their outrageous remarks would be heard by others.
Fortunately, the storyteller was at its climax and the drinkers in the room were listening engrossedly, and no one seemed to be paying attention to what Qiao Mu and the others in the corner were saying about the country.
The middle-aged man with a short beard took a deep breath, and after a long while he managed to calm down, he slowly said:
"The aliens are powerful, and the Great Yan Dynasty cannot match them. After all, even the martial saints during the previous emperor's time were defeated miserably, and a hundred thousand elite troops were wiped out."
"Is there a possibility that the current emperor is putting the overall situation first..."
"You want to say that the emperor is playing a big game, right, brother Dong?" Qiao Mu interrupted him and said casually.
The middle-aged man with a short beard paused, not understanding what Qiao Mu said:
"My last name is Yan, not Dong..."
"What does your name have to do with me?" Qiao Mu said casually:
"Speaking of which, I have a friend named Guo."
"Others say he is quite strategic and shrewd, handles things tactfully and methodically, does not show his emotions on his face, and never gets angry easily."
"When a villain confronted him, he endured it because he knew that a lack of patience could ruin a big plan. It wasn't the best time to strike, so it was better to play it safe."
"The villains killed his relatives in front of him, but he endured it because he knew that a son of a wealthy family should not be left alone, and his years of business could not be destroyed by a momentary impulse..."
The middle-aged man surnamed Yan waited for a while, but didn't hear Qiao Mu's next words, so he asked:
"And what happened next?"
"Later, it was gone. The person was gone." Qiao Mu said casually:
"He was killed by that villain."
"If there really is a strategy and a plan, it's actually easy to explain."
"What I'm afraid of is the so-called scheming and calculations, which are just excuses for not wanting to be in danger and cherishing one's life and fearing death."
The middle-aged man surnamed Yan's face soon turned red, and then into the color of liver.
He felt that the person opposite him was insulting him in a roundabout way, but he had no evidence.
"Your friend is a person. But behind the current emperor is a country. We cannot generalize." He said again.
"Yes." Qiao Mu nodded:
"So for the sake of the overall situation, we should do as Emperor Yonghe did, and use all the resources of the Great Yan Dynasty to support the lofty alien sects, set up alien sect bases in various major cities, and welcome you to come and play at any time."
Having said that, the atmosphere has changed.
There was no black-robed constable beside Qiao Mu anymore. The few non-constables walked away, as if they were absorbed in listening to a book, about ten steps away from Qiao Mu, without making eye contact.
Who is this person? They don’t know him and they are not familiar with him.
The other tea drinkers at the neighboring table also changed their expressions and hurriedly got up and left.
The middle-aged man surnamed Yan's expression finally became gloomy. He glanced at the other police officers in black clothes who unconsciously moved away from Qiao Mu and said in a deep voice:
"You are making irresponsible remarks about the present emperor. Aren't you afraid of death?"