The torch that had been burning for so long has fallen.
But the flame still points upwards.
In the main hall of Xuantian Temple, the group of immortals on the altar still had their sage-like demeanor, squinting their eyes with compassion, looking down at the burning human-shaped torch at the entrance of the Taoist temple through the lingering smoke from incense.
Qiao Mu did not step into the gate of Xuantian Temple. He just looked inside through the threshold and was burned to death by the saint who came.
The fire gradually died down, and the corpses in the fire turned into ashes bit by bit.
The saint girl who was riding the sword in the air said nothing, but with a flash of light, she put the giant tiger corpse on the street into the storage bag, and quickly left and returned to the back mountain of Xuantian Temple.
There was a brief commotion among the Taoist priests at the entrance of the temple, and they began to drive away the pilgrims who were watching.
"The criminal Qiao Pifu trespassed into the important place of the Immortal Gate and committed a crime in broad daylight. His crime is unforgivable. The Saint Girl has personally taken action and burned him to death with the fire of separation. He will never be able to be reborn."
"The criminal Qiao Pifu trespassed into the important place of the immortal gate and committed a crime in broad daylight..."
The crowded crowd could only gradually disperse.
Chen Yingxue was still standing there, listening to Qian Qian beside her, talking intermittently about the turmoil that happened this morning.
She looked at the ashes in the fire, and her eyes were as lifeless as Qian Qian's before.
Scenes of past memories flooded into my mind.
This unscrupulous and outrageous captain of police seemed to have no intention of dealing properly with the other detectives and captains since he entered the yamen.
Every time my impression of him changes a little, he tends to say something strange.
Looking back now, it is clear that this person is cautiously keeping a distance from the people around him.
In the end, Chen Yingxue looked at him with admiration. When she was discussing the details of the case with him, the other party immediately changed his face and knocked her out without hesitation.
Then he went to Xuantian Temple alone, killed a man-eating tiger, and drew his sword to attack the immortal of Xuantian Sect.
In the end, his body and soul were destroyed, and all the warrior's blood and energy turned into fuel for the bone-eating fire, burning vigorously.
She recalled the strange words that Qiao Pifu had deliberately said when she first met him.
"Woman, don't be curious about me. Curiosity is often the beginning of your fall."
"I have always hated evil and treated life and death as a matter of course. In the eyes of people with a righteous character, such a majestic image is like a firefly in the dark night, so bright... I am afraid that she will really fall for me."
Recalling it now, she felt a different emotion in her heart.
Naturally, there is no question of love between men and women.
In fact, Qiao Pifu looks like an ordinary middle-aged man in his forties. If a middle-aged man says this, it will only make him look greasy and artificial.
There was only a sense of respect rising slowly in her heart.
"He has the courage and vigor of a young man. Although he seems frivolous, he is actually very thoughtful..."
"He is truly a rare great man in the world."
Young men are like newborn calves, fearless of tigers, and act with full of blood and energy.
After being beaten by life for dozens of years, middle-aged people often gradually lose the vigor and ambition they once had in their youth.
At forty, one is free from doubts, one can still persist in something and not be confused by external things. How easy is that
This is also the reason why the pilgrims remained silent.
The pilgrims whose butts are leaning towards the Immortal Gate are louder in their speech, while these people are often silent.
While Chen Yingxue was expressing her admiration, she also felt a heavy sadness in her heart.
However, such a great man is also dead.
She and Shen Qinghe rushed over, but did not have the chance to see Qiao Pifu for the last time. They only saw his dead body slowly turning into ashes in the fire and then disappearing into light smoke.
The sword-wielding storyteller Jiang Chen squeezed into the crowd, listening attentively to their discussions. He unconsciously clenched his fists, his nails digging into his flesh.
He had been telling stories about the father and son of the Qiao family in the city of Heyang before. He had been running around to avoid the constables during this period of time. He had just heard the commotion and rushed here.
"Joe Pifu?"
"Qiao family motto: Every man has his share of responsibility for the fate of his country..."
Such an attitude and such bold words reminded him vaguely of the chivalrous deeds of the Qiao father and son in Yancheng.
At this time, the wind blew, and the embers burned by the flames were blown away by the wind, leaving no trace at all.
But the burning fire and the incense stick did exist after all.
This is a common man's fragrance.
The incense burned by an ordinary man is his own body, which is disrespectful to God and heaven.
This stick of incense was lit by the Holy Maiden of the Immortal Sect, but the flame has already entered the eyes and hearts of the pilgrims.
The human heart has its own scale. The posture and words of Mr. Qiao before his death will eventually be remembered by the world.
Even after death, the fragrance of chivalrous spirit can still be smelled.
Chapter 82 The old man wanders late at night (4k
Driven away by the Taoist servants, the crowd and pilgrims gradually dispersed.
Officers and soldiers also arrived quickly and collected the remains of the people killed by the ferocious tiger on the street.
Pilgrims gradually re-entered the Taoist temple, and everything seemed to have returned to normal.
Emperor Yonghe turned and left among the crowd, feeling a little sad.
When he was young, he had seen civil and military officials who were willing to die for the sake of immortal cultivators, but this was the first time he had seen someone die so tragically as Qiao Pifu and be lit as a stick of incense.
Forty years have passed, and the original generation is almost extinct. Now, I occasionally meet a man named Qiao Pifu, and I want to take the risk to save him, but in the end it is in vain.
"Now that the building is about to collapse, if there are still a few loyal and righteous people left, it would make me feel a little relieved. Unfortunately..."
He sighed slightly and walked away.
"Your Majesty..." Guard Chu beside him suddenly spoke:
"The flying knife that I threw just now and cut off Qiao Pifu's arm fell into the temple of Xuantian Temple."
"After the Xuantian Sect Saintess disappeared, the flying knife also disappeared. It must have been picked up by her."
Emperor Yonghe paused slightly.
Although he had weighed the pros and cons when he asked Chu Xing to take action, he felt that he could take the risk of being discovered by the Immortal Sect.
But when this moment really came, he couldn't help feeling heavy in his heart.
"Is there a risk of exposure?" he asked in a deep voice.
"... ..Yes." Chu Xing replied:
"Although my flying knife is an ordinary one whose origin cannot be found, the method of throwing it is a superior hidden weapon technique unique to the Feiyu Guards, the [Flying Star Hand]."
"If it was any other immortal sect cultivator, there would be no problem. But the person who came was Wu Qingxin."
"Wu Qingxin was a disciple of the Martial Saint in her early years and a member of the Wu Ji Society. With her vision, she might be able to tell that this was the Flying Star Hand from the Feiyu Guard."
Chu Xing's voice also became lowered.
If Emperor Yonghe could make a quick decision, he felt that he should be able to save that man Qiao.
If Emperor Yonghe hesitated a little longer and gave up when Wu Qingxin appeared, then although Chu Xing would not be able to save that man Qiao, it would be better than the current situation, where he failed to save the man and took the risk of being discovered by the Immortal Sect.
"Let's go back and think about countermeasures." Emperor Yonghe felt even more depressed.
"You can also check the Qiao family... A family with the motto of 'Every man has a share of responsibility for the fate of his country'. If there are any high-quality warriors besides Qiao, they might be the seeds of martial arts."
He hesitated beforehand, but afterwards he temporarily had fewer distracting thoughts.
...
The mountain behind Xuantian Temple.
After returning to the quiet room in the building on the top of the mountain, Saint Wu Qingxin let out a breath and pressed her chest.
"Isn't that sixth-rank warrior sent by the Martial Saint? He just practiced the Martial Saint Spirit Secret..."
There is no one in the world who practices martial arts who does not fear the Martial Saint, and this includes Wu Qingxin, the Martial Saint's disciple and adopted daughter.
So after her intuition pointed her to the bottom of the mountain, she immediately came out and went down to check.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a false alarm.
"Martial Saint's Secret Technique? This guy is also a fool. Although the secret technique is magical, those who practice it will die at the hands of the Martial Saint sooner or later."
Those who practice the Martial Spiritual Rhino Technique will eventually become nourishment for becoming a Martial Saint.
Including her.
So she joined the Xuantian Sect with the intention of protecting herself.
Although the Martial Saint is terrifying, as long as she is still the Holy Maiden of the Xuantian Sect, she should be safe.
After she entered the immortal sect these years, she seldom went out and frequently went into seclusion. There were two main reasons for this.
One is that they are afraid of the Martial Saint and dare not go out.
Second, although she was established as a saint, she knew that she was just a flag and a symbol in the hands of the immortal sect.
As a disciple of the Martial Saint, Wu Qingxin is rare in the world. He is a genius with excellent aptitude in both martial arts and immortality.
However, the practice of immortality cannot be achieved overnight.
She was originally a cultivator who changed her career path late. Even though she had excellent qualifications, because she had only practiced for a short period of twenty to thirty years, in terms of her cultivation alone, she was actually not worthy of the status of the Immortal Saint.
So she secluded herself day and night, practicing diligently, trying to become a true saint.
Thinking of this, a flying knife appeared in her hand.
"Is it from Feiyuwei? This person is probably someone close to the Great Yan Emperor... The Great Yan Emperor wants to save that sixth-rank warrior?"
Saint Wu Qingxin muttered to herself, and another jade communication talisman appeared in her hand.
"Elder Sun, the Flying Fish Guards from the side of Emperor Dayan are suspected to have appeared in Heyang City..." She thought for a moment and reported the news.
After a while, the communication jade talisman flashed and a line of words appeared.
"knew."
Wu Qingxin looked at the handwriting and his expression froze slightly.
Not long after, the communication jade talisman flashed again:
"Please continue to practice diligently and enter the foundation-building stage as soon as possible."
After putting down the communication jade talisman, Wu Qing felt a little relieved.
By delivering such an important message that may concern the Emperor of Great Yan, she has made some contributions to the sect. She thinks she can exchange it for some elixirs to help her practice.
... ..
South state.
Deep in the Qingming Mountains is the headquarters of the Xuantian Sect.
At this moment, in the meeting hall within the sect, several gray-haired elders of the sect were discussing matters.
"Saint Maiden Wu Qingxin sent news that the Great Yan Emperor's Feiyu Guard appeared in Heyang Prefecture, and he should be a spiritual warrior." Elder Sun said.
"Oh? That's good news."
"Emperor Yonghe, has he arrived in Heyang City? If he hadn't cooperated so well, it wouldn't be so easy for us to conceal the truth from the world." The elders of the immortal sect laughed.
"How much time do we have left?"
"One month? Or half a month? Anyway, it's almost time, there's no need to rush."
"The headmaster is currently in Zhongzhou, carrying our sect's magic weapon, the 'Tianwu Mirror', and has secretly lured the Great Yan Emperor to this Southern Province without telling the other eight sects."
"Half a month later, that is, on the first day of next month, the Great Yan Emperor will come to the main peak of Qingming Mountain and pay homage to Qingyun Temple according to our plan."
"Emperor Yonghe will disguise himself as an ordinary pilgrim and kowtow three times and nine times to the statues of the immortals of my Xuantian Sect in Qingyun Temple!"
"This kneeling will accomplish great things!"
"As the first immortal sect to kowtow to the Emperor of Great Yan, our Xuantian Sect will flourish and hopefully become the first among the nine immortal sects!"
Although the Xuantian Sect is powerful, there are other eight major sects in the world, and they are not united.