Immortality is above

Chapter 99 98: Beheading (please subscribe for a monthly ticket)

When there was a "true god" in the temple, which was far beyond the comparison of those stone statues, everyone felt at ease and fell asleep, sleeping soundly.

This is the psychological appeal brought by absolute strength.

As long as Chen Liubai sat there, Fu Cheng and others knew that it was useless no matter how hard they tried, and even the trap was almost eliminated.

Just respect it.

When we got up the next day, the wind and snow stopped, and the group got ready to go.

Ning Qi warmly invited Chen Liubai to accompany him.

Chen Liubai agreed, he was going back to Beijing.

The journey went smoothly, no more incidents occurred, and we soon entered the outskirts of Tongguan.

Ning Qi's face tightened, he heard that there were demons in this place, causing countless harm to people.

Fu Cheng said with a smile: "That was all at the end of last year. The monster has disappeared long ago, and may have been destroyed by an expert."

Mentioning "master", I couldn't help but take a peek at Chen Liubai, who was sitting on the carriage shaft with his eyes closed and concentrating.

Along the way, Chen Liubai rarely spoke, and no one dared to disturb him randomly, lest he arouse disgust.

Hearing that there were no demons left, Ning Qi breathed a sigh of relief, looked around, and asked: "Brother Fu, didn't you say that disasters happen frequently in the North and the refugees are like ants? But now it seems that order is pretty good."

Fu Cheng replied: "It may have been contained or dispersed."

Just as he was saying, "Dede, dede," the horse's hooves in front of him were heard. He was wearing black clothes and a tasseled hat. It was Jingyesi's cavalry.

Fu Cheng's expression changed and he became nervous.

Over the years, as the evil spirits raged, Jingyesi's power became more and more powerful, and he even recruited people more aggressively, recruiting a lot of strange people to his command and using them as his own.

When there are more people, it is inevitable that dragons and snakes will be mixed up. There are all kinds of things, and the way of doing things gradually loses its restraint.

There is no lack of abuse of power, tyranny and personal enrichment.

That reputation is naturally not that good.

If you get targeted, something bad will happen.

"Jingyesi is investigating the case, please stop!"

A shout was heard in the distance.

Fu Cheng couldn't help complaining in his heart. As a traveler, he was most afraid of encountering evil spirits, and then there were those who would be harmed by thieves and bandits. Now he had to add one more thing:

That is "Jingyesi Investigation".

Of course they are not criminals, and the Ning brothers and sisters who are escorting them are clean and have good status. However, traveling a long way from the south of the Yangtze River to Beijing, of course, they will not just escort two people. They will bring some specialties along the way, which can be carried out. Sell ​​and make some money.

This kind of thing is not against the king's law, but it cannot withstand investigation. As long as it is found out, it will require heavy bleeding.

Soon, the team of Tiqi blocked the way, with a fierce momentum.

Fu Cheng noticed the dress of the leading official and was even more surprised. With such style, he looked like he belonged to Qianhu.

The Qianhu of Jingyesi are really considered to be high-ranking officials.

Did a big case really happen?

Could it be that the monster showed up again?

Fu Cheng felt anxious and turned to look at Ning Qi, hoping to ask him to come forward.

In this situation, it would be best for Ning Qi, who has a great reputation, to negotiate.

Ning Qi was not afraid, he went up to meet him and said in a calm and humble manner: "I have seen this gentleman before."

However, the adult didn't seem to see him. He glanced over and fell on Chen Liubai with a complicated expression.

Chen Liubai opened his eyes and took a look.

The adult's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly ran away, shouting: "Let him go."

The Tiqi behind them listened to the order and immediately lined up on both sides to get out of the way.

This time, Ning Qi was confused, but since nothing happened, that was fine, so he quickly got on the carriage.

The procession passed through unimpeded.

Fu Chengnai, a veteran of the Jianghu, has been observing the expressions of the people. He just noticed the expressions of the adults of the Qianhu family, and he guessed a little bit. He was even more curious and respectful towards Chen Liubai.

Watching the team go to Tongguan, Ma Qianhu's eyes burned brightly and he fell into deep thought.

Ma Yuan, a confidant beside him, asked in a low voice: "Sir, is it him?"

"What do you say?"

"This person is extremely mysterious and his origin is unknown. It's not a good thing for him to appear here again."

Ma Qianhu said angrily: "How about you go up and intercept him and interrogate him?"

Ma Yuan was startled: "How dare you do this in a humble position?"

To interrogate someone you can't afford to offend is not asking for trouble, it's asking for death.

Ma Qianhu sighed: "It is a troubled time. We are already very troubled, so let's not make things more troublesome. I think his behavior is quite upright. Last time, if he hadn't opened the way, we might have been in trouble. This time It can be called a life-saving grace.”

Ma Yuan felt awe-struck: "Qianhu is right."

Not long ago, a large family in Tongguan City failed to do anything because they called for donations. As a result, they were ransacked, blood spattered on their doors, and the whole city was in trouble.

Because those are not ordinary wealthy families, but real wealthy families, and one of them is a close relative of the Tongguan garrison.

But so what?

Wasn't he being beheaded?

The family's wealth was almost wiped out.

This case is obviously not a vendetta, nor is it seeking wealth, nor is it a case of robbing the rich to give to the poor in the traditional sense. Rather, it seems to be done casually when the road is rough.

The word "randomly" is even more terrifying.

It is enough to show that the other party has transcendent ability and can decide life and death at will.

This is definitely not something that the warriors in the world can do, not even the innate masters.

Although many warriors were arrested and imprisoned during the investigation, anyone with a discerning eye knows that they are just scapegoats.

The real perpetrators remain at large.

Now that he saw Chen Liubai again, Ma Qianhu had doubts in his heart.

But soon, he put away this doubtful thought. You shouldn’t doubt it, and you don’t dare to doubt it!

Looking into the distance, after passing Tongguan, there is the capital city.

There is a storm coming in Beijing...

……

Ning Qi and his entourage were all well informed and entered the customs smoothly. They stopped for a while in Tongguan City for some supplies without checking in, and then continued on their way.

There was no talking all the way to the capital.

It's almost noon on a rare sunny day.

"finally reached!"

Looking at the majestic and tall city wall, Ning Qi couldn't hide his excitement and shouted loudly.

This journey, a long journey, is by no means an easy one. Even though he was fully prepared, he encountered many dangers and even died.

Looking back on my experience on the road, I have mixed feelings.

Fortunately, it's finally over.

Ning Qi said to Chen Liubai, "Liubai, what are your plans after entering the city?"

Chen Liubai replied: "I live in a small house in the inner city."

Ning Qi said "Ah": "It turns out that you are already a native of the capital."

"What's the matter? Aren't you the same?"

"Oh, that's different. I'm here to seek refuge with my uncle. Although my uncle treats me very well, in the end I am dependent on someone else."

"You enter the Imperial College to study, and after you obtain the honors, you will be able to stand on your own."

"That too."

Ning Qi still has a certain degree of confidence in his future. After all, his starting point is here, and he has made up his mind not to be careless anymore, but to live a down-to-earth life.

"Then let's say goodbye."

"Bai Bai, can we meet again?"

When asked this question, Ning Qi was full of expectations.

Chen Liubai glanced at him: "I don't know."

Stride away.

He really doesn't know.

They say fate is like chess, but who dares to say that he is a chess player who can completely control his destiny?

After all, it’s just a matter of origin and destiny.

Looking at the tall back, Ning Qi sighed.

The curtain of the carriage was opened a crack, and a pair of bright eyes were watching.

Ning Qi sat on the carriage and sighed: "Little sister, I know what you are thinking, but you should put it away as soon as possible. He and we are not from the same world. Even if we have intersection, it is just a chance encounter. Falling flowers are intentional, flowing water is ruthless... …It’s not that it’s ruthless, but the water flows to a far place, a place you and I can never go to, so why bother clinging to it?”

There was a low choking sound in the carriage.

The girl cried...

……

But after entering the city, Chen Liubai strode forward. When he came to the cross street, he saw a crowd of people, as if they were watching something lively.

"Is this the way monks praise Buddha again?"

He frowned.

However, upon further inquiry, I found out that it was not the case, but someone was being executed today.

So many people came to see the beheading.

Killing can only be done with a nod of the head, but for onlookers, going to the Caishikou to watch the executioner is a lively event not to be missed:

The executioner with a ferocious face, the wide and big ghost-headed sword, the prisoners on death row with different expressions...

During the whole process, some prisoners will be scared to death, which is pitiful and pathetic; while some prisoners will be impassioned and even shout "I am not afraid of death, and I will be a good man again in a hundred years."

It makes people feel excited when they listen to it.

When the sword was raised high and swung with great power, the head fell to the ground and blood spurted out!

How exciting is this scene?

Chen Liubai's heart moved, his figure became erratic, and he passed through the crowd without any hindrance and came to the crowd.

As soon as I saw that scene, all the postures were relaxed.

The person who will be executed today is an old man with pale hair and beard, wearing prison clothes and with a thin body.

He was sitting there on his knees, his face was pale, and he was about to be beheaded, but his expression was still calm, and he had a will to die.

Chen Liubai recognized him, and they had a conversation with each other at the Yuelai Inn in Tongguan City.

At that time, the old man showed a strong desire to talk, as if he had a lot on his mind and wanted to express it to others.

"At three quarters noon, the execution will be carried out!"

With a shout, the sword fell and bright red blood splashed on the ground.

Some of the timid spectators couldn't help but hide their faces; some were bold and couldn't take their eyes off it; some subconsciously shouted "Okay".

After beheading, the scene was cleared up and everyone dispersed.

After a while, someone came to collect the body with a bamboo basket. He was a middle-aged man, dressed in white. The basket contained incense, paper, money, etc.

He came to the corpse, knelt down, and began to cry loudly. After crying for a while, he suddenly looked up and saw Chen Liubai standing there, and he couldn't help but be startled: "Is that you?"

Chen Liubai asked: "Why is this?"

The middle-aged man Su Zhan sighed sadly: "Sir, for the sake of the people of the world, he went to court to remonstrate with death and offended the holy face, so he was punished with the crime of 'great disrespect'. He originally had a death wish and wanted to hit a pillar and die on the spot. He was martyred, but unexpectedly he was taken down by the guards and sentenced to be beheaded... The Holy One is so heartless and unjust that he refused to even give him any dignity..."

When he said this, he smiled miserably and clenched his fingers into fists: "Sir, he asked for mercy but was not benevolent. Instead, he was stained all over and became a joke. How unfair is the way of heaven?"

　Thanks to book friends "Boring Drunkard", "No Up, No Down", "Breeze Does Not Stain the Forest", "Going Up the Mountain but Not Cutting Wood", etc. for their generous rewards!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)