This beheading is not a casual joke. If you want to cut off this "opportunity of cause and effect", you don't just use stupid methods to fool yourself. After all, the fool methods are only fooled by humans, gods, immortals, and demons, sentient beings, but they can't fool the heavens, or more importantly, they can't fool yourself.

The old beggar said "It's not worth it" with a sigh, and subconsciously reached out and touched his neck.

"This incident made Mr. Ji laugh. His behavior and state of mind are naturally understood by the old beggar. What is this called? In the saying of the people, it is thankless."

Jiyuan smiled, and under the pull of his fingers, a moist word "Yuan" rose from the table.

"Then you will be reluctant to take over the old emperor, why bother to incite him to kill you?"

The old beggar looked at the little beggar curiously and reached out to bang the word "fate".

"Oh, Mr. Ji, you don't even want to give him a mooncake. That's all. Besides, although my beggar motivates him to kill me, he can't kill me!"

This trick made me feel a little wronged.

"I don't think someone wants to give this mooncake, but he really can't catch it."

The old beggar took a sip of tea and glanced at Jiyuan.

"How can you grasp the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water..."

The little beggar's fingers also hit the word "风" in the air. The latter turned into nothing and disappeared after a slight point on his finger.

Jiyuan heard the old beggar's words, and suddenly felt a sudden movement in his heart and said another jokingly.

"Oh, to be honest, Ji thought it was Mr. Lu who had tampered with it. It seems that the old emperor is really unlucky."

"Uh...hehe...bad luck, it's really because he's not lucky!"

The old beggar smiled very far-fetchedly, and he lowered his eyebrows and looked at him without daring to see the fate.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

The door of the private room was suddenly knocked, alleviating the old beggar's embarrassment at this moment, and Dr. Tea's voice sounded outside.

"Several guest officials, the shopkeeper will give you some plates of refreshments."

"Come in."

Dr. Tea opened the door with a tray, walked carefully into the private room, closed the door before he went to the table to put the refreshment.

"Mr. Lu, and Mr. Ji, the shopkeeper asked me to come and know each other. Now the people in the yamen in the city are looking for an old beggar named Lu everywhere, saying that the emperor wanted to invite him to the palace..."

When Dr. Tea spoke, he looked at the old beggar carefully and looked at the old beggar's neck with a heavy mud, and found that although there was a lot of old mud, the flesh was still there.

"Oh, I know. If you find this, just do whatever you want!"

The old beggar said something indifferently, and Jiyuan looked at Dr. Tea and asked with a smile.

"Look at the guy keeps looking at Mr. Lu's neck, have you heard of something?"

Dr. Cha was also a little itchy. He stopped pretending when he heard Jiyuan ask this and said with great curiosity.

"We are just a yard from Yongning Street. Before noon, there were guests saying that the emperor sent an imperial guard to take an old beggar on Yongning Street in the morning, and then..."

Dr. Tea looked at the old beggar next to him, and then looked at Jiyuan.

"Then the old beggar was beheaded, stood up and pressed his head back, and left with a big gentleman chatting and laughing. Mr., is it you?"

"Yes, yes, is there a second such unlucky person in the world? The refreshments are all delivered, so you should go there."

The old beggar replied angrily, feeling that Mr. Ji was looking for someone to tease him again.

"Hey hey, then I'll leave first. If you have any questions, just give me instructions."

Dr. Tea opened the door and walked out, and said something to it when he closed it.

"I'm at the stairs, and I'll give you instructions if you have any questions!"

"Okay, thank you..."

Ji Yuan nodded and waved his hands behind his back, and the enthusiastic Dr. Tea closed the door.

However, the person who went out did not leave immediately. Instead, he put his ear on the door and listened for a while, but heard nothing. Then he tiptoed away a few steps before leaving.

When Dr. Cha left, he used the topic just now to ask about the old beggar some things, and also told about the previous story of the ghost mother and the evil magic. Among them, the ghost mother could also be resurrected.

However, Jiyuan will understand this long ago, and the method of breaking away from the old beggar is definitely two different ways.

Sometimes, people who practice immortals are not always mysterious and mysterious in their chats. Many times they are just as idle as ordinary people, such as Jiyuan and old beggars.

He will care about the final treatment of the evil monsters that were taken away before, and will also talk about what interesting things happened to the two beggars begging for food along the way, and also speculate whether the old beggar would accept disciples this time, which would cause turmoil to the Dazhen court and the country. At least first, the old emperor must have a big mentality.

It was not until afternoon that Jiyuan saw that the time was almost over, so he got up and saluted the old beggar.

"Let's just get here today. Ji still needs to go to the underworld. The tea money has been paid. I will see you another day if you are destined to do so."

"Okay, see you next day!"

The old beggar also stood up and returned the gift with Jiyuan. He said, "What a pity for that thousand gold, what a pity."

Ji Yuan stared at him with his eyes for a while, which made the old beggar feel a little embarrassed and even nervous, and then turned around and left with a smile.

As soon as Jiyuan left, the little beggar pulled a corner of the old beggar.

"Grandpa Lu, there are still a lot of pastries, can you take them away?"

In the first time, the people from Qingyelou gave three refreshments, so there are still many pastries and dried fruits on the table.

The old beggar looked at the table and opened his mouth. The little beggar's words were first said.

"I understand whoever doesn't take care of anyone, I don't know!"

"You kid..."

Yan Chang was released from prison and not only restored his official position, but also received some rewards from the emperor. However, Yan Chang's uneasiness in his heart did not drop much.

He was taking someone to check on Yongning Street in person and saw the pool of blood that had dried up but still shocking.

Seeing that the blood was still bright red, Yan Chang looked at the officers accompanying him and asked.

"You said this blood cannot be washed away?"

The officers at the side answered respectfully.

"Sir, that's true. Ordinary death row prisoners are beheaded here. They can rinse away the blood after taking a few buckets of water, but today the blood cannot be washed away no matter how hard it is."

Another officer added.

"Some people also use brushes to brush, but they can't be much lighter, and the water they have brushed is bright red. I look a little afraid of people, so no one dares to continue brushing."

Yan Chang nodded seriously, thinking that if the emperor knew about this, he would feel very uncomfortable.

At this time, pedestrians come and go on Yongning Street, but most of them will bypass the center of the street, not only because of the officials, but also because of this pool of blood.

When Yan Chang thought about looking around, he suddenly found someone coming not far away. After looking closely at who it was, his heart beat faster.

The visitor was wearing a blue shirt, with a bun and a jade hairpin, and his walking pace was light and his usual face was full of white eyes. It was the Jiyuan that he had just left the teahouse. After he heard the rumors that "the blood was not dissipated", he hurried over and took a look.

"This is a coincidence. Lord Yan is here too?"

"Mr. Ji!"

Yan Chang hurriedly bowed and bowed, and the servants beside him were not sure about the situation, so they all bowed together.

Ji Yuan bowed to them and was approaching in a few steps.

"Mr. Ji is here to find me?"

Yan Chang asked with a hint of expectation, but Jiyuan shook his head and pointed at the blood on the ground.

“Come for this.”

"Blood?"

Ji Yuan nodded. The old beggar died once, so it was impossible to scare people with such a pool of blood.

But the old beggar is a person close to the true immortal after all, and his Taoism is unfathomable, especially this time it involves a lot. The origin and destruction of fate are not so simple. He killed it, but the old emperor was obsessed with it. This pool of blood belongs to the old beggar, and it can be said that it belongs to the old emperor.

"Although this blood was left by a master of Taoism, it has already brought evil spirits. If you keep it, you may suffer from future troubles!"

After checking on the spot, you can see that the blood qi is still vaguely implicating the imperial city under the Jiyuan Method.

When you speak seriously when you see the plan, you will feel terrified.

"What should I do? Mr. Ji has a solution?"

"Try it."

Ji Yuan replied, inhale slightly, then opened his mouth and blew it.

"Huh~"

Yan Chang and the surrounding servants felt a heat flow attacking their bodies. They couldn't help but take two steps back. Looking at the ground, the pool of blood had turned into ashes.

He said so seriously, and then he saw Ji Yuan blowing away the blood, Yan Chang felt a little ridiculous.

But when he looked up again, he found that there was no one around him. Several officers were also looking around with a look of shock. Judging from their appearance, Yan Chang could confirm that it was not his own hallucination just now.

I thought of asking a few more questions, but I thought it was common for me that the old beggar would not go back if he was beheaded by the emperor. But if he could invite Mr. Ji back, it would be the same. If he didn't say he was promoted, he would definitely be fine.

"Oh... Mr. Ji doesn't give me a chance to speak!"

In a corner of the city, the old beggar and the little beggar's torn clothes were stuffed with pastries and dried fruits in their pockets, and it was not long before Qingyelou came out.

At the moment when Jiyuan blew the true fire of Samadhi blew the pool of blood through the pool of blood, the old beggar's heart moved, and reached out to count, and immediately understood the causes and consequences of the pool of blood.

"I was actually confused by the dynasty's aura, and almost left a hidden danger... I owe someone a favor..."
Chapter completed!