Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

But now after listening to the report, he became a little curious about Qiao Pif.

"I have been missing for thirty years, and now I am finally taking action. If I want to come to Wang Shanhe to introduce this person, I am afraid it will not be an idle move."

"Then, let's go and take a good look at who this Joe is." The man in the yellow robe closed his eyes slightly and said.

He doesn't have much time to stay in Heyang Fucheng.

Before leaving, it would be interesting to take a look at the person recommended by Wang Shanhe.

....

The gate of Yancheng City.

In the shadows, a figure with a dark star-shaped mask on his face appeared quietly, looking through the mask at the line of words on the wall of the city gate tower.

The murderer, Qiao Jia Qiao Sen.

Xingxuan envoy suddenly felt his face heat up.

After some previous investigations, 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.

The results of it?

As a result, within two days, the Qiao family came to the door and Guo Yan was murdered in the street!

"It just so happens that at this juncture when the emperor is on tour, the lord of Yancheng, Guo Yan, is dead. Wu Ji will lose an important chess piece. I just hope that Wu Shengren's assassination plan will not be missed."

"The Qiao family...Qiao Sen? You have to remember this name carefully." Xing Xuanzhi's eyes gradually became colder.

In his opinion, he may have had some credit for Guo Yan's assassination.

If he hadn't personally reminded Guo Yan, Guo Yan might not have died so easily... I just wonder why he couldn't find any trace of this mysterious Qiao family? This incident indirectly caused the tragic death of the city lord of Yancheng. This was a huge mistake for the Xingxuan envoy who was in charge of intelligence.

"There is nothing we can do here in Yancheng. Let's go back to Heyang Fucheng and investigate the Qiao family's affairs." Xingxuan made his figure disappear into the shadows.

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Chapter 63 The remaining power of the Qiao family is still there

The gate of Yancheng City.

The bloodstains of Guo Yan on the wall at the city gate have long since dried up and faded away, leaving only shallow traces. The writings carved with spears on the trees in the past are still eye-catching.

When passers-by pass by here, they will probably look up and glance at the handwriting, and then sigh a few words.

The assassination of the city lord a few days ago was an outright earthquake for Yancheng.

I thought that Guo Yan had been running Yancheng for many years and could be called the local emperor of Yancheng, but he died tragically on the street that day. His father and son were killed one after another, and all his business operations disappeared.

"This Guo Yan died well."

A Confucian scholar was drinking tea at the tea house at the city gate. He glanced at the city gate tower from time to time and was talking loudly with other tea guests:

"I was on this street and witnessed the tragic death of Guo Yan."

"Thinking about how majestic Guo Yan is on weekdays, who dares to say anything wrong about him? The most people in Yancheng can say is that he dotes on his only son, and his son has been blamed for it, but he himself has been clean."

"Anyone who commits unjust acts will be punished by his own death. At that time, Guo Yan died under Qiao Sen's gun, and the dignified city lord died like a wild dog on the street..."

"What? Were you watching from the side at that time?"

"Tell me the details quickly."

Others 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, people push it down, and when the tree falls, the hozens scatter.

In the past, Guo Yan was the only one in Yancheng and had only one son.

Now both father and son have died tragically, and all the confidants who dared to die for Guo Yan are also dead. The Guo family, which used to be the largest family in Yancheng, has been in turmoil in the blink of an eye.

At the beginning, no one in Yancheng dared to speak. Guo Yan looked at him without even giving an order. Smart people knew how to assess the situation and change their stance to speak.

Now that the wall is down and everyone is pushing it down, the former city lord has quickly become a topic of conversation among the people after dinner.

The Confucian scholar in the teahouse was talking loudly and salivating, causing many teagoers to turn their heads and look at him. Someone soon urged:

"Tell me more about Guo Yan's death."

"What's there to say about Guo Yan's death? Let's talk about Qiao Jia Qiao Sen in detail."

The Confucian scholar was slightly excited subconsciously when being watched by so many people, and gradually fell into the drama:

"I was actually at the scene that day, and I had several conversations with Qiao Sen, the man who killed Guo Yan."

"At that time, Na Qiao Sen and I had a passionate debate on the street. After the debate, he became agitated, so he took action and assassinated the city lord Guo Yan."

"In the death of City Lord Guo Yan, I can be regarded as a witness and half a participant. I don't have any credit, but the half credit must be there..."

Everyone in the tea house was talking about it, but someone sneered:

"Forget it about talking about Guo Yan. Guo Yan is dead and the Guo family is in turmoil."

"You dare to talk about even Qiao Jia Qiao Sen. Do you really think that you can talk about it on your own when others are not around? There were so many people watching on the street that day, and how dare you take credit for it on your own shoulders?"

Amid the noisy discussion, the Confucian scholars felt their faces getting hot and fled in a hurry.

Downstairs at the city gate, Old Huang looked at the movement here from a distance, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"When Guo Yan dies, the tree will fall and the hozen will scatter."

"The three righteous men of the Qiao family are all gone, but the remaining power is still there."

"Dad, please raise your head and take a good look."

Lao Huang stood under the city gate and told his eldest daughter next to him to look up at the writing on the city gate.

The handwriting carved with a spear on the tree in the past is still there, still clear, but the blood has dried up and faded away.

"City Lord Guo Yan has been building authority in Yancheng for many years, and no one dares to disobey him...I don't even dare."

"The three of the Qiao family, father and son, are all righteous men. In the end, it was these three outsiders who overthrew the arrogant Guo Yan family. It is admirable, but also lamentable."

What is admirable is that the three of the Qiao family are the same, all hate evil as an enemy, and value righteousness over life and death.

What is lamentable is that the brothers Qiao Mu and Qiao Lin are dead, and behind their chivalrous deeds, they both died tragically. The father of the family could only rush to Yancheng and kill Guo Yan.

"Big boy, you should remember this well." Old Huang sighed:

"In the future, you can't be a brilliant chivalrous man, and don't be like that Confucian scholar, a smart person who changes with the wind."

"...I understand."

When the father and daughter were talking, a crowd of people walked in at the city gate.

In the past few days since Yancheng was lifted from the ban, there are many more people entering and leaving Yancheng than in the past.

Some are caravans, and some are idle people who heard about the assassination of the city lord of Yancheng and came to watch the excitement.

Wang Songhe is such an idle person.

He changed his appearance and mixed into the crowd at this moment, entering the venue with a swagger.

"How come this handwriting is still there?" He looked at the handwriting on the city gate tower and was a little surprised:

"After the murderer assassinated the lord of a city, he left such a handwriting."

"This handwriting is still here, isn't it to show 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 just heard it from others." 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 this world today, the arrogant are afraid of the stupid, and the stupid are afraid of the desperate."

"The Qiao family is powerful and desperate. 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 of the Qiao family, father and son, have left a strong and colorful mark in Yancheng with the lives of their own family members and the lives of Guo Yan and his son.

Wang Songhe's eyes twitched slightly.

When assassinating Guo Yan before, everyone's attention was on "Qiao Sen", and he and his bandits were masked and were also mistaken for Qiao family members.

He thought to himself: "Now the rest of the bureaucrats in Yancheng dare not even destroy the handwriting left by Qiao Sen. I think they are just scared and afraid that the Qiao family will come back again."

"When Guo Yan was alive, he was very cunning and had only one voice in the whole Yancheng. The rest of the bureaucrats were not powerful enough."

"Now that he is dead, the remaining power of the Qiao family can at least suppress these bureaucrats for a while."

But it will only be for a while, not for a long time.

As time goes by, the next city lord will appear in Yancheng.

It is hard to say whether the new city lord is virtuous or treacherous, and it depends on luck.

"As long as the world does not change, even if the righteous men like the father and son of the Qiao family sacrifice their lives, they can only kill Guo Yan, but cannot change the world. This is not something that a few righteous men 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 silently thought in his heart, looking at the desolate town in front of him.

Bandits can only hide in the mountains and can only protect the people of one village, which is ultimately a small pattern.

Since the local snake in Yancheng is not good enough, let him be the dragon 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 to the 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 has a constant stream of pilgrims.

However, what Qiao Canxue arrived at was not the famous Qingyun Temple, but a small Taoist temple at the foot of the southern Qingming Mountains.

The owner of this small Taoist temple is called Lingling Shangren, a plump Taoist nun.

Although the Taoist temple is not big and the incense is not much, far less than the famous Qingyun Temple, but Lingling Shangren is also respected by past pilgrims.

Lingling Shangren has been in a very good mood recently.

Recently, a person who she has 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, which is nothing. For us practitioners, ten years is just a blink of an eye. You and I are destined to have this fate..."

"I have long seen that you and I are destined to have this fate..."

In the Taoist temple, the fat Taoist nun Lingling narrowed her eyes into a slit, looking very kind.

In front of her, there were three or five young female monks sitting cross-legged on the ground, listening quietly.

The fat Taoist nun talked for a long time, but did not see Qiao Canxue respond, so she asked:

"Canxue, why don't you speak?"

Qiao Canxue still sat there motionless, with her eyes closed.

"Master, my junior sister seems to be asleep." A young female monk said.

"Nonsense, your junior sister is blind and can't see anything. Closing her eyes doesn't mean she is asleep. I think she is meditating and contemplating." Lingling frowned.

As soon as the voice fell,

Qiao Canxue, who was sitting with her eyes closed, made a sound: zzzZZZ....

The fat nun was speechless for a moment, and 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. She can have such progress in cultivation. In addition to her extraordinary talent and extraordinary spiritual perception, she must have practiced day and night, which is why she is not energetic during the day..."

"Qi training cultivators are still mortals, so it is inevitable that they are not energetic during the day..."

Before the fat Taoist nun finished speaking, she caught a glimpse of another young female cultivator slowly closing her eyelids, nodding her head, and 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 fat Taoist nun used a technique similar to Wu Fu's "sound transmission into the secret", which only sent the sound into her ears, making her ears buzz.

At this time, Qiao Canxue's eyelids, which had been closed all the time, suddenly trembled, opened slightly, revealing a small patch of white, but then closed them again.

She turned her head and looked towards the entrance of the Taoist temple.