Becoming a God from a Water Monkey

Chapter 809: 3: PM

Chapter 809: Three Quarters at Noon
really!

Liang Qu's eyes flickered.

There have been no large-scale battles in Beiting and Nanjiang, and no large number of prisoners have been brought to the capital. Moreover, if something really happened, who among those who have cultivated to the level of a master and lived to be three hundred years old would be willing to surrender?
Once they committed a crime, they would all fight to the death, and very few of them would be escorted to the execution ground and beheaded like normal prisoners.

Judging from the timing, the ancestor of the Jian family is the right person.

He was exposed in August last year and executed on the summer solstice in June this year, which is less than a year. It is considered a fast process.

Special things are done.

"What crime?"

"You are from Pingyang, so you are not..." Meng Qiang stopped talking halfway, his eyes showing doubt, "There won't be any hidden secrets, right?"

"what do you know?"

"If I, the client, really tell you, you might hear things you shouldn't hear."

Meng Qiang opened his mouth, but was speechless.

"Tell me quickly." Liang Qu urged.

"Jian Zhongyi was convicted of treason and high treason. Our ancestor, Grandmaster Jian Tianyuan, died to redeem his life. The Jian family donated 1.8 million taels of silver to save him from prison. Jian Zhongyi was confined to Qingzhou for 50 years. He will not be pardoned unless he is pardoned. I don't know if there is any other compensation included."

"That's not much."

"Hey, is there any inside information?" Meng Qiang came forward, "Can I listen?"

"No."

"alright."

Meng Qiang did not force it.

There are so many secrets in the world. For example, the person in front of you, who knows what kind of achievement he made, was promoted to county earl at the age of 20. There are not many people like him in the whole Dashun.

Could it be because the dragon people were brought in?

Meng Qiang looked at Liang Qu and Long Eying with suspicion.

"Sorry for the offense." Liang Qu pulled Long Eying behind him.

Long Eying chuckled from behind.

What a harmonious pair of in-laws!
His temples were throbbing, and Meng Qiang pressed the acupuncture points: "You are the only one asking me, have you really completed the tiger hunting and opened the mysterious light?"

"Is it fake?"

"Awesome!" Meng Qiang gave a thumbs up, convinced. "Your growth speed is comparable to the bamboo shoots in my backyard. What about melting the hundred classics? This is the most difficult. How many years do you plan to..."

"I have a chance, maybe half a month."

"Oh, long breath?"

"The upper abyss is waiting for a medium." After a pause, Liang Qu added, "Now I am just struggling to figure out what to bury as the third magical seed."

"..."

The scene was silent for a moment.

"Eh……"

Meng Qiang sat on the stone steps and sighed deeply, "The sun is not as beautiful as two, and the world is not as beautiful as two emperors. How come your life is so perfect? Even if you find a brother or sister, they are so beautiful that others will be jealous. Why do you have so many good things?"

In April, a mysterious light appeared in the Jishuitan cave of Xingyibo.

Most ordinary people admire him and feel that the world is so vast and fascinating, but as a great tiger hunter, they feel a little more bitter.

Practice, practice.

Four levels, galloping horses, wolf smoke, tiger hunting, elephants, dragons...

Ordinary people work hard to reach the four levels; those with a little talent practice hard all their lives to become galloping horses; those from wealthy families enter the wolf smoke; those with opportunities enter the tiger hunting; those who are lucky enough to be good at everything enter the perfect elephant; and the unparalleled talent enters the young dragon.

There are four gates and seven roads, the way is there.

The more I practice, the more I feel that many things, even if they exist, are hopeless in this life.

Normally, I don’t feel anything unusual. I don’t think about it or miss it. I just go my own way.

When I met someone like Liang Qu, it was like running circles in a drill, letting my colleagues run through the circles while I looked at myself, my heart pounding, I was exhausted, and my mouth was open gasping for breath like a broken bellows. I couldn't help feeling sad.

"Commander Meng, what you said is wrong." Liang Qu brushed off the dust and sat side by side. "If you can tell the difference between a beautiful jade and a white jade, you should take it. I practiced fast, so I can get so many benefits. If I were a fisherman all my life, not to mention the Jianghuai Dragon Girl, even the maids in my house might not look down on me."

Long Eying gently tugged at Liang Qu's collar and spoke to comfort Meng Qiang.

"Master Bai only became a Grandmaster at the age of 30, and did not become a Dragon at the age of 80. He is not as good as the Dragon and Elephant Martial Saint who came later and surpassed him. All things grow naturally. Why should Captain Meng be concerned?"

"My sister-in-law speaks better than you."

"Haha, so I like her."

"..."

The number of people in West Market gradually increased.

Citizens who knew there was something exciting to watch blocked the streets. Looking around, it was pitch black. On both sides of the high buildings, wine signs were swaying, and many young men were joining in the fun from the windows.

A grand master.

Big shot.

How exciting it is to kill on the spot.

"When will the execution take place?"

"It's three quarters past noon. There's still a quarter to go. People are coming up soon."

"When I came here, I heard people say that to kill a master, one must use five thunderbolts to hit his head. What's the reason?"

"It's just thunder and evil." Meng Qiang was used to it. "Use thunder magic to kill. The remains of the master left after death are relatively clean and the body is relatively complete, so they are more useful. In the past, it was usually the master of the Imperial Astronomical Observatory who practiced Taoist thunder magic to do it. This year, it was replaced by the grandson of Prince Ning."

"Grandson of Prince Ning..." Liang Qu sounded familiar, and after a moment of recollection, he said, "I remember that he bought Jinglei Qi at the Tianbo auction two years ago. Did he become a master of Qi?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Meng Qiang nodded repeatedly, "That's him, the Grandmaster who became a Grandmaster at the beginning of this year. I guess he used silver to show off his power."

Long Eying looked around and, practicing the Eye Sense Method, could sense a lot of attention. "Why are all the criminals killed in the busy streets? It's so... busy?"

vegetable market.

on the street.

In front of the city tower.

It all starts with a simple wooden platform, which is completely different from the solemnity of other activities.

"Put the man in the market and abandon him with the crowd," said Meng Qiang.

"Have you ever seen a big opera? It's full of noise and the execution process is turned into a stage. Through the staged public execution, it forms a grand performance of law, and the people can also enjoy it. If I have to say, it is similar to killing a chicken to scare the monkeys, but it is different."

Meng Qiang chewed: "You are taking an unconventional approach."

"Is it almost time?"

"I almost forgot." Meng Qiang looked at the sundial, stood up and patted his butt, "Okay, I'm going to work, you and your sister-in-law stay here and watch!"

Thanks to my acquaintances.

Liang Qu and Long Eying did not have to squeeze with others. They found a good position in the execution ground and mingled with the Yulin guards. They had two small benches to sit on.

The entire execution ground was tightly surrounded by hundreds of cavalry and infantry, with a small number of Yulin Guards in between. An earthen platform was built in the northeast corner of the execution ground and surrounded by a large oilcloth.

"What's in the oilcloth?" It was the first time that Long Eying saw humans executing someone.

"The Yama shrine, the incense burner, and the offerings."

"People are coming!"

The people shouted.

The crowd separated on its own.

Jian Tianyuan had the Tianyu Guards escort him forward, with his hands and feet tied with iron chains.

Perhaps because he was paying for his death, Jian Tianyuan was dressed neatly and had not suffered too much torture. He still had the demeanor of a former ancestor of an aristocratic family, but his messy hair and confused eyes were filled with panic and fear like a tide.

A great grandmaster is actually trembling!
At first the crowd was surprised.

How could such a powerful person be shaking?
He can't and shouldn't tremble.

But then I thought about it.

Oh.

Grandmasters are human beings too.

With two eyes and one nose, there are things that you can't imagine, can't see, can't do, you can be happy, angry, and afraid.

"There's nothing different!"

"I thought it would be tougher..."

"It's embarrassing. Last autumn, several men lost their heads in the beheading. There were scars as big as bowls. No one made a sound. There were only galloping horses and signal fire."

"I hear you're capable, why don't you go up and give it a try?"

"I'll just do my job properly"

"Master Jane, would you like to eat something?"

In front of the tree stump, the clerk came forward carrying wine and meat.

Jian Tianyuan seemed to hear nothing and was in a daze.

Seeing that time was running out, the supervising officer urged him to hurry up, and the clerk directly took the chicken leg and stuffed it into Jian Tianyuan's mouth. However, even a clerk could not pry open the grandmaster's mouth. Even though he had fed him cartilage powder beforehand, his face was only covered with a greasy look.

The people laughed.

Long Eying knew about Jian Tianyuan's affair, but she didn't feel sorry for him. She pulled Liang Qu's sleeve curiously and said, "I know there is a last meal before execution, but why did you insist on feeding him?"

"Because this way you won't become starving ghosts. If there are too many starving ghosts, the world will be in chaos. It's a custom, I guess."

On the high platform in the southwest corner of the execution ground, Prince Ning's grandson stood there early, folding his arms and waiting.

"It's noon..."

"Ugh!"

The loud crying drowned out the words of the executioner.

Jian Tianyuan suddenly burst into tears and banged his head on the ground.

Then, an even more violent thunder roared throughout the venue!
Sunny day.

A burst of blinding light pierced through the pupils, and a straight column of lightning pierced through the sky.

Rumble!
"Ho!"

There is no mercy under the thunder.

The crying stopped suddenly.

Jian Tianyuan opened his mouth slightly, and a wisp of green smoke came out. His skin seemed to be stripped off, revealing burnt red flesh.