There are many killing skills, and people with superb martial arts can also kill people by flying flowers and picking leaves, but no matter what kind of utensils are used to kill people, they can be seen, you can dodge, you can block, and you can even resist. And not everyone who kills people can see clearly. Sometimes you look at a person who can't kill, but you don't know that he is a master of killing invisibly. It is not the weapon that kills people who are terrible, but the people who kill people.

Wuxin looked at Zhan Ying's expectant eyes, shook his head gently, and said lightly: "I'm a person who doesn't want to be managed, I'm afraid that the six doors won't be able to contain my heart, and besides, catching this road is not what I want." So, I can only thank the Battle Commander for his kindness. ”

Zhan Ying listened to the unintentional answer, sighed deeply, shook his head, and said regretfully: "It's a pity, if you choose to stay, my position will be yours sooner or later, alas, that's it, everyone has their own way to go, I won't force you, but I hope you don't forget what your father did when he was alive, don't do anything to disgrace him." This is an elder's advice to the younger generation, and it is also an expectation.

Wuxin nodded and said seriously, "I will." Although this is the second meeting with Zhan Ying, it may be because Zhan Ying is his father's direct boss before his death, he feels a little close and worthy of respect.

A person who is not afraid of power and has the courage to break into a prince's mansion and claim to search should be admired by others.

Zhan Ying nodded, sighed again, and shook his head incessantly, looking very pity, as if he had long forgotten his true intention of calling Wuxin to come.

Wuxin thought for a while, and couldn't help but ask: "Battle Commander, I don't know why I was called here in such a hurry?" He saw that Zhan Ying was still immersed in his own world, as if he had forgotten his existence, so he couldn't help but take the initiative to ask.

Hearing Wuxin's words, Zhan Ying was stunned for a moment, came back from his trance, smiled awkwardly, and then sat down and asked, "Did you see Chief Luan come out of the palace with the Jade Rakshasa with your own eyes?" After speaking, he stared at Wuxin tightly, waiting for Wuxin's answer.

Now that Chief Luan and Jade Rakshasa are dead, there is no proof of death, and there is no way to ask anything from their respective mouths, so Zhan Ying hopes to confirm with Wuxin again.

"That's right, and in order to escape, the Jade Rakshasa sneaked up on Chief Luan from behind, maybe to delay me, maybe to kill people, the relationship between them will not be too simple. He said unintentionally without thinking, he vaguely felt that there must be someone behind the scenes who was responsible for all this, but he didn't dare to speculate on what the purpose was.

A eunuch who is not too big or small, a thief in the rivers and lakes, and a woman, how can these two people be connected, and why would they conspire to steal the jade seal of the country? The jade seal is a waste product for any one of them, and it is useless at all.

Zhan Ying listened to Wuxin's words, the expression on his face became more and more solemn, and he said slowly: "What do you think of Gong Jiu?"

Wuxin was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Zhan Ying to ask himself this, he thought about it and said: "Ruthless and unscrupulous." This is his most direct feeling for Gong Jiu, he can feel the anger emanating from Gong Jiu's body, he should have killed a lot of people, a virtuous king praised by the whole country, how could he have such a guard by his side, is it really just because of his strong martial arts?

Zhan Ying shook his head and said slowly: "It seems that there are many things that are not as simple as they seem on the surface, and I am afraid that the capital will not be so calm in the future." As he spoke, the expression on his face kept changing, some doubted, some puzzled, as if he thought of many things in an instant.

"Do you doubt..."Wuxin was about to speak, but was stopped by Zhan Ying with a wave of his hand.

"If there is no evidence, don't talk nonsense, the misfortune comes from the mouth, at least I believe him now, after all, everything he has done over the years is worthy of being believed in him. Zhan Ying waved his hand and muttered to himself, as if he was saying it to Wuxin, and it seemed that he was just saying it to himself.

Wuxin didn't speak again, thinking carefully about what Zhan Ying said just now, he could now conclude that Zhan Ying was thinking the same thing as himself, although he didn't say it, but he could feel it, and Zhan Ying's later words also proved his conjecture. But everything is just speculation, there is no real evidence at all, and you can only think about it.

Tie Feiyun had been waiting at the door, but as time passed, he never came out, and his heart became more and more anxious. He didn't know what Zhan Ying was looking for Wuxin for, he wanted to go up and listen to what was going on in the house, but he still held back, and began to wander at the door anxiously, silently calculating the time in his heart.

I don't know how long I waited, the door finally opened, and I walked out of it unintentionally, still holding two things in my hands, one is Wudang's Qingying Sword, and the other is of course Shaolin's martial arts cheats. Zhan Ying did not break his promise, and really chose to return it as soon as the case was over.

But Zhan Ying asked Wuxin to hand over Wuxin to Wudang Shaolin's people, in fact, he had a heart, he hoped to make Wudang and Shaolin feel that they owed Wuxin a favor.

Wuxin also vaguely sensed Zhan Ying's meaning, this may be the only thing this old boss can do to the children of his deceased subordinates, but in fact, Wuxin doesn't care about these in his heart.

Seeing Wuxin come out, Tie Feiyun finally let go of the heart he had been carrying. Then I heard that Wuxin asked him to send the Qingying Sword and martial arts cheats to Wudang and Shaolin, and asked him to go back first, and Wuxin wanted to go around alone and go back later.

Seeing that he was unintentionally preoccupied, Tie Feiyun didn't say anything, and with his father in a coma, he nodded and left.

Unintentionally walked aimlessly on the street alone, walking very slowly, his mood was very complicated, and the messy things almost made him a little broken, and the more he thought about it, the more bored he felt.

He didn't notice that the people on the street were discussing the same thing, that is, about the great thief Jade Rakshasa in the capital, and some people said that a young man who appeared mysteriously solved the case, and this young man was so strong in martial arts that he couldn't even beat the people in the Xian Wangfu, and he said anything, and the more he said it, the more evil it became, as if they had witnessed it with their own eyes.

The moment I looked up by chance, I saw a familiar place unintentionally. A teahouse is the one that Wuxin just came to the capital.

Wuxin didn't hesitate, slowly walked into the teahouse, asked for a pot of tea, sat down and began to taste it slowly. It has become a habit for him to drink tea whenever he has something on his mind, and when he holds the teacup, his heart seems to be much calmer.

He remembered the black and white and good and evil that Zhan Ying told him, and remembered the father in Zhan Ying's mouth, and couldn't help but nodded, but shook his head again. I used to fantasize about what my father looked like, but now I know from Zhan Ying's mouth that my fantasizing father is indeed like that, which is something to be happy about.

He could see from Zhan Ying's regret that he wanted to join the Six Doors that his father must have been a good catcher and very capable during his lifetime. It is not difficult for a qualified subordinate to be praised by the boss, but it is difficult for a subordinate to be remembered by the boss forever. My father did it, and you can see how different my father is, and he is proud to have such a father.

As for the black and white and good and evil in Zhan Ying's mouth, Wuxin doesn't care so much, no matter what he looks like in the eyes of the world, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that he has a clear conscience and does what he should do.

This is unintentional, he never cares what others think, he is just very serious about being himself, no matter whether the path he chooses is recognized by the world or not, he will stick to it. If you have to think about what others think and say everywhere, then you are not yourself, but living as someone else. In his heart, there is no black and white good and evil, only right and wrong and what should not be.

As for those messy questions in your heart, you don't want to continue thinking about it, and if others don't want you to know, then it's useless for you to think about it. Go with the flow, calmly face everything that may happen, and come back to the investigation that should come, and you can't hide from it, which is unintentionally telling yourself.

The storyteller in the teahouse was still talking about his own hearsay deeds, and it was also about the Jade Rakshasa, and he didn't listen to a few words from beginning to end, because for himself, a person who witnessed everything, the things he heard were really a bit unbearable.

The sun was gradually going down, and it was getting dark, and before I knew it, I sat for an afternoon, shook my head unintentionally, smiled bitterly, got up and walked out of the teahouse, intending to go back.

The pot of tea on the table was only one cup of tea, and the rest of the tea in the pot was already cold. He always seems to like to drink tea, but he can't always take a few sips, perhaps, he just likes the posture of serving tea by himself.

After passing through the bustling street, I walked into an alley not far from Tiefu, and suddenly felt much quieter. The alley is sparsely populated, there is only one wonton stall placed there, two or three drunken people are sitting there eating wontons, while constantly urging the boss to drink, in fact, the boss only has the wonton soup just out of the pot, but these drunks can no longer drink the difference between wonton soup and wine.

Not far ahead, in a corner, squatting a child, dressed in tattered clothes, with messy hair, curled up, staring blankly at the stall, his eyes full of longing, and he kept swallowing saliva, it seemed that he was starving.

I didn't want to see that child, and for the first time in history, I was kind, but my heart softened, stopped, and walked towards the blunt stall after a pause, maybe I saw my own shadow from that child's body, and I can only explain it like this.

I bought a bowl of wontons and walked slowly towards the boy. The child stared at the bowl in Wuxin's hand tightly, his saliva was almost flowing out, but there was a trace of fear in his eyes full of anticipation, probably because he didn't dare to get close to strangers, maybe he was abused and even beaten by many people in the days of begging.

After walking in front of the boy, he said slowly, "Here, eat." As he spoke, he handed the bowl with the steaming ravioli to the child.

The child said thank you, snatched the bowl from Wuxin's hand, lowered his head and began to gobble in a panic, as if he had forgotten that the wonton had just come out of the pot, enough to burn his tongue, probably because he hadn't eaten a mouthful of hot rice for a long time, and he couldn't remember what the hot rice was like.

Wuxin looked at the gobbling boy, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he suddenly felt much better, lighter than ever.

Sometimes a small thing can mean a lot of things. Glancing at the boy again, he turned around and left unsatisfied, continuing to walk towards Tetsuo's house, this time, his steps seemed to be much faster than before, and he was no longer so dignified.

But at the moment when Wuxin just turned around, the boy who had been eating the wonton with his head down suddenly laughed. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and several sharp teeth could be seen very clearly in the moonlight, as if they were not human teeth.

Looking at the boy's eyes again, he was no longer full of gratitude at this time, but showed a cruel look, staring at Wuxin's back fiercely as if he was going to eat people, as if he had forgotten who had given him a mouthful of life-saving food just now, or perhaps, he was not satisfied with just eating a simple bowl of wontons. He wants to eat people, eat people with good thoughts, and move his heart to compassion.

Suddenly, the boy smashed the porcelain bowl still containing hot soup in his hand to Wuxin's back, and then rushed towards Wuxin like lightning, and the originally rough and thin hands turned into a pair of iron claws at some point, and grabbed Wuxin's neck fiercely!

Lightning fast......