The next afternoon, Mr. Chen, who was forging iron at "Ding Dang" in the west room, heard a knock on the door outside the courtyard. He concentrated on forging iron bars and ignored it, thinking it was the maid named Xu'er next door to the east who was disturbing him.
Mo Fu's voice.
"Ying'er, ask your young master to come out and I'll have a few words with him."
"Yes. Mr. Mo, please come in and sit down for a while."
Ying'er saw that Mr. Mo was barefoot and fanning himself with a bamboo hat with one hand on his hips and refused to come in. She hurriedly walked towards the west room. When she heard the door ring, the young master had already opened the door of the west room and walked out.
Chen Mou greeted with a smile: "Why are you still out? There is mud on your feet and the floor tiles are dirty. They will clean it later. Come in, have a cup of herbal tea and rest."
He was wearing a blacksmith's leather apron and looked like a smoker.
Mo Fu was wearing a short coat for working, with mud spots all over his body, and said: "Just say a few words and I will go back to work."
"Oh, what's the important matter?"
Chen Mou followed him out of the courtyard and walked a few steps outside.
Mo Fu chuckled and said: "In the past, I used the 'Shadowless Water Poison' to assassinate many monks in the city. The group of thieves and cultivators who made people panic were captured by the city's masters and are now hanging on the torture platform.
, whipped in public, and will be publicly questioned and beheaded on a certain day.
"I just got the letter and ran over to tell you that you can go and see the excitement.
"Didn't Mr. Fan, who was kind to you in the past, fall into their hands? If you go and give him a few whips to vent your anger, you can also avenge your friend."
"That's a good thing. Just wait for me for a while and we'll go together."
The joy on Chen Mou's face could not be suppressed, he turned around and ran into the yard to change into his going out clothes.
"You go first. I still have work to do in the fields, so don't wait for me."
Mo Fu waved his hand, pulled out his sword and threw it into the air, jumped up with bare feet, and flew away to the southeast.
Those who can fly with swords in Fang City are at least late stage monks in Qi refining. This is a small watershed in the strength of casual cultivators in Fang City.
Chen Mou changed his clothes, pressed the hilt of his sword with his left hand, and walked slowly up the top of the mountain to the interrogation platform not far from the foreign affairs office. It was sandwiched between the shops and occupied a large stone platform. It was surrounded by spectators.
Lively monk.
Hanging on the high shelf of the execution platform were several men and women who had been beaten until they were floating around and stained with blood.
There was an old man lying beside him who was seriously injured and his breath was weak.
The names and nicknames of several thieves were written in dripping ink on a signboard, and the evil deeds they had done, one after another, were simply too numerous to write down and impossible to tolerate.
"You are not allowed to throw stones. Anyone with itchy hands can come on stage to pick up the bones of the thief. A whip only costs one spiritual stone. You are not allowed to use Yuan force. You are not allowed to hit vital parts. Are there any comrades who come on stage to enjoy themselves?"
The patrolling monks on the stage were holding whips and shouting loudly to attract business.
There were also several patrolling monks standing around the stage to prevent anyone from causing trouble.
"Pa", there was a loud bang, and the tip of the whip hit a hanging female thief, throwing her up several feet. It seemed that the force was very strong, but in fact, with a clever use of force, the thief was restrained, and her acupoints were restrained.
It can twist and struggle, but cannot scream.
The only female thief among the six thieves had suffered numerous injuries and received the most whippings.
"Qian Lao Scar, you motherfucker hasn't eaten. Use your whip to tickle that thief bitch. Use a little force to hit her."
"Pi Mazi, you can't stand it. Come on stage. It doesn't matter if you don't have spiritual stones in your pocket. I'll lend you a few. Don't be a bitch and say sarcastic things in the audience."
"Bah, your method of provoking generals will not work on me, I..."
"Come on, Mr. Pi, that thief woman cheated you of spiritual stones before. She won't be able to get rid of her anger without a few whips."
"Yes, come on, Pi Mazi. If you don't avenge yourself, you're still not a man."
"Master Pi, don't be afraid, come on."
There was a commotion in the audience and on the stage. The short and stocky man with a few pockmarks on his face couldn't bear the crowding. He jumped on the stage, grabbed a handful of spiritual stones and threw them to the monk who had scars on his face. He reached out and took the whip.
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"Bah, bah", Pi Mazi spat on his left and right hands and whipped them away with a whip. His heart was very angry. One whip gave him a spiritual stone. Why didn't he grab it?
"Pa", a piece of clothing on the female thief's chest was torn, and the audience cheered and cheered.
Qian Laobao caught more than a dozen spirit stones, smiled from ear to ear, and shouted: "Pi Mazi, don't blame me for not reminding you. It doesn't matter if you take off your clothes. You can't beat the female thief to death, otherwise you won't be able to go up."
Explain."
When the monks who patrol the workshop get the opportunity, they can squeeze oil out of the cracks in the rocks.
Chen Mou was behind the crowd, read the announcement on the wooden sign on the stage, and listened to the discussions of the nearby casual cultivators. He knew that there were seven thieves in the group, two of them were the leaders, and the one lying seriously injured on the stage was one of them.
One, it was served in one pot last night by a master in the market.
A lot of criminal evidence was found from the dens of thieves outside Fangshi. Over the years, countless casual cultivators have been murdered by them.
On the stage, the female thief's upper body was beaten to the point where only a few pieces of clothing were left hanging, exposing a large area of bloody skin. The heroes in the audience were furious and cheered, and jumped up to a few casual cultivators who wanted to avenge their friends. They generously donated their money and took the other pieces.
Whip, venting his anger on other thieves, and the sound of whips and cracks could be heard one after another.
Chen Mou turned around and walked out. He didn't want to join in the fun and go on stage to whip the thieves. It was boring.
It's not in line with his temperament, so he won't spend half an extra spirit stone.
Suddenly he noticed something and turned around to see a strange monk in a corner more than ten feet away, covered only by his eyes in a black robe and black scarf.
He recognized Meng Tianxiu at a glance, and their eyes briefly touched each other. He saw the strangeness and indifference in the first glance. He shook his head slightly, feeling very uncomfortable, and did not go to say hello. He did not have the ability to persuade others to behave.
of leisure.
We are no longer on the same path, so it would be better if we never meet again.
Isn't it because he didn't take care of the business that he had any ill will towards him?
Chen Mou had absurd and vicious thoughts in his mind. He mocked himself and turned around to leave. More and more monks were coming towards him on the street. He did the opposite and came to the Lun Dao Hall, which faces south.
He was a veteran student. He said hello to the monk guarding the passage in the backyard and came to Jianping at the foot of the mountain.
Cui Xiao, wearing a fluttering white robe, walked down from Jianping. After chatting a few words, he smiled and said: "Late last night, outside the misty forest, I met three sneaky guys. After asking them a few words, they actually
Playing the trick of attacking in the east and west, I subdued them, tortured them out of the den of thieves, and then made a quick trip and captured them all."
To put it simply, the clear soup has little water.
Chen Mou guessed that it was Brother Cui who did it. Now that it was confirmed, he was sincerely convinced: "Brother Cui is mighty! The two foundation-building monks under your command are as indifferent as chickens and dogs."
"It's nothing, just two foundation-building thieves and three or two swords."
Cui Xiao said with disdain.
His swordsmanship has improved again, and he has the courage to touch the ordinary early-stage golden elixir monks. Of course, he is an old practitioner like Senior Brother Gu. He doesn't dare to bare his teeth. There is a huge gap between four small levels in a large realm. He doesn't want to find abuse yet.
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"The seven thieves I caught have nothing to do with the recent disappearances. In order to calm people's hearts, Fangshi will use another excuse to blame all the cases on them. Try not to go out at night, it's better to be careful."
"I understand. I won't disturb you from your business. I'll go back first."
Chen Mou bowed his hands and left.
Cui Xiao sent him off and sent a message: "A few days ago, Senior Brother Gu Zong came to Fangshi and had a talk with me. I promised him to stay in Fangshi for three more years. My original assignment was also
It’s almost over.”
Chen Mou was overjoyed that Senior Brother Gu had finally done something good.
Living in the city, having experts to rely on, and being alone are two completely different feelings.
He likes lying under the big trees to enjoy the shade.