Perhaps the fastest thing to kill is not the knife, but the heart.

The knife of the milk tiger is the same as the knife of the thunderstorm, full of the smell of wind and thunder, because they themselves are all from the wind guard, and the cultivation is all wind and thunder, just like Wenren Yongyuan and Hongyi, they come from the army, and what they take away is also the peerless prison skills in the army.

Fu Yuancai once asked Hongyi, why the martial arts in the army are not called bloody battles in the eight directions or powerful martial arts such as the sword, but called the town prison, which is like a killing field martial arts, more like a kind of government yamen prison, mixed eating and waiting for death of the lower nine level of kung fu, but Hongyi smiled, did not answer Fu Yuancai, but let him find the answer by himself.

Fu Yuan was only eight years old when he learned the Prison Suppression Gong, and it was not until he was twenty years old that he truly and thoroughly understood the meaning of the Prison Suppression Skill.

Life is like a prison, some people can hold their bodies, some people can live in their hearts, only the unparalleled characters can live in the world, what is the world, the world is the hearts of the people, it is human affection, it is the chaotic love and hatred, and the people who are in prison are not only themselves but also others.

Others, Fu Yuancai may not understand, but himself, Fu Yuancai must understand, he can't be ruthless and ruthless, and he can't be the life and death of Feng Xingwei.

He couldn't imagine that if a person pretended to be dead, he could actually cut off his best right hand knife alive, take the rest grass in advance, and stuff the iron pieces into the cloth in a very short time, wrap them in a ball, and insert them into the flesh of the chest, creating the illusion of a knife into the flesh, piercing the heart and inserting the bones, and these preparations were just to fight for a chance to kill the thunderstorm, just because the thunderstorm was the person that the prince planted in the wind guard.

The human heart is like purgatory, lamentable and terrible.

The thunderstorm died in the knife of the milk tiger, the milk tiger was also about to die in the knife of the thunderstorm, the knife of the thunderstorm was not only fierce and violent, the piercing knife broke the heart of the milk tiger, and the heart of the milk tiger was wasted, even if it was a Daluo immortal, it could not be saved, even if there was a short blood supply of the Retirement Herb, the Milk Tiger himself would definitely die, because the Retirement Herb was a highly toxic medicine.

Milk Tiger sat indifferently on the corpse of the thunderstorm, holding a knife, and looked at Fu Yuancai indifferently and asked, "How do you know that I am not dead." ”

Fu Yuancai took a breath, took out the wound medicine from his arms and applied it to his wound and said: "I have learned the mechanism since I was a child, most of the organs of others are open and closed, but the mechanism I learn is small and exquisite, the more sophisticated the mechanism for the higher the requirements for ear power and eyesight, when I was eighteen years old, the wind and grass within a radius of 100 meters, the birds and insects could not hide my ears, the thunderstorm is less than 100 steps away from me, and you are also less than 100 steps, although you hide enough to hide, but the faint heartbeat still exposes your existence. ”

Milk Tiger tilted his head to look at Fu Yuancai and asked, "How do you know that I am pretending?"

Fu Yuancai replied: "If a six-grade master wants to escape, only a five-grade master must not be able to stop it, if a six-grade master wants to die, even a first-grade martial arts sect will definitely not be able to stop it, you are a six-grade master, you can't beat a thunderstorm, but you can always escape, a six-grade master will be reused no matter where you are, not to mention that you are still the commander of Fengxingwei, your secret is more valuable than martial arts." ”

Milk Tiger sneered and laughed at himself: "Yes, sometimes secrets are indeed worth more than human lives, and it seems that I should also die." ”

Fu Yuancai looked at the milk tiger suspiciously: "You don't ask me, why are you sure that you will definitely make a move?"

Milk Tiger looked at Fu Yuancai with disdain and said, "You, you are not qualified to be worthy of my great efforts." But I'm going to tell you a secret, and you're going to do it for me. ”

Fu Yuancai sneered: "Why?"

Milk Tiger said: "Someone deliberately told Feng Xingwei that you are the existence of Wenren Yu, the third princess of Jiaguo is an impostor, your mother is not dead but still alive in the imperial capital of Lu State, and you Wenren Yuancai is not the son of Wenren Yongyuan at all, these are not enough." ”

Fu Yuancai's face suddenly changed greatly, and he stared at the milk tiger and said word by word: "Why should I believe you." ”

Milk Tiger took out half of the cloth engraved with the word "Redemption" from his arms and said, "My name is Hongyue." ”

Fu Yuancai looked at the cloth in astonishment and muttered: "Hong... Joy ......"

Milk Tiger looked at the cloth with nostalgia and threw it to Fu Yuancai and said: "I am your substitute, I should have died in the fire of Jinnan Palace, but I was rescued, entered the Wind Guard, and became a shadow, and because of you, I am dying, do you know? The ultimate purpose of my coming here is to hand over this thing to you, as for the thunderstorm, if I don't do it, he won't survive tonight, but I can't live tonight either." ”

Fu Yuancai groped for the cloth, and then took out another piece of cloth, the only remnant of Hongyi, from his arms, and the two merged into a happy character, silent.

Milk Tiger gasped and said: "Thunderstorm's death is damned, he blocked the way of the second prince and Lord Tempest, even if the people of the East Palace are a dog, they deserve to die, and I also deserve to die, because I also stand in the way of others." ”

Fu Yuancai said angrily: "Who? I'm going to kill him." ”

Milk Tiger laughed and pointed at Fu Yuancai and said, "You!"

Fu Yuancai was stunned: "Me?"

The hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and the whole person seemed to be about to go out like a candle flame in the wind.

Milk Tiger took a breath and said: "If I don't die, you won't be able to go to Kyoto, you won't be able to see the third princess if you can't get to Kyoto, and you won't be able to see the third princess... You ......"

Fu Yuancai stepped forward and grabbed the milk tiger and transmitted some internal force, and asked eagerly, "What will happen?"

Milk Tiger laughed miserably: "There will be a lot of deaths, you, and those brothers who are looking for you, one person can live many people, do you think I deserve to die." ”

Fu Yuancai was stupid and whispered, "Do you hate me?"

Milk Tiger smiled and said: "Twenty years ago, if there was no you, it was me who was by my father's side, twenty years later, if there was no you, it must not be me who died, the fire of Jinnan Wangfu burned my relatives, burned my humanity, and burned my life, if there is still a chance, I will definitely ...... I'm going to ...... Ahem......"

The milk tiger coughed violently, hurriedly took out a token from his arms and rudely stuffed it into Fu Yuancai's arms and urged: "After I die, no one here can monitor you, there are more than a thousand wind guards in southern Xinjiang, one hundred and thirty-two are buried in Dingyang City, maybe this is the fate of the shadow, remember, some people hope that you must arrive in Kyoto before Ling Dong, Ling Dong ......"

The blood and qi surged, the milk tiger shook off Fu Yuancai violently, wielding a messy knife technique while holding a long knife, and roared: "Born as a wind guard, die as a wind ghost, Erli provokes killing in the world, breaks the chaos and drunk dreams, the golden and jade beauties are not as good as wine, the avenue is panicked and the sword is cast, a song, a dance, and the wine and sword slaughter in the dream ......of life and death."

Fu Yuancai looked at the corpse standing in the rain, and suddenly found that he seemed to have lived under the control of others for the past twenty years.

Hongyi, Hongyue, Wenren Yongyuan, the third princess, the second son, the wind, the wind and even the king of Lu, each of them is familiar to them or they don't know at all, each of them has given them a way forward that is difficult to refuse, and what is even more terrifying is that the fog ahead is far more palpitating than what you want to see now, and these are just things that are displayed in front of you, revealed in the sun, those dark, unknowable, and even things that can make Hongyue and the people behind you afraid, what is it? Why do you come to find yourself? And what can a mere general do with him? Is he really so important?

The unknown is always more terrible than knowing, and the desolation of life and death fate is far more terrible than the unknown, although Hongyue said a lot, but Fu Yuancai firmly remembered one thing - the fire of Jinnan Wangfu.

Even if there is no Hongyue's story, Fu Yuancai will also embark on a journey to find his destiny, even if there are many dangers ahead, but it is more real than ignorance, Fu Yuancai hastily buried Hongyue's body, took out the token from his arms and looked at it carefully, but he didn't want to be shocked by this look, he was covered in hair, and his body was trembling in the rain.

Token — South.