Killing people should be neat and neat, never drag mud and water, take advantage of people's unpreparedness, preemptively strike if they can strike first, kill the enemy with one move, kill the enemy with one move, kill all if you can kill them all, what white-clothed Shengxue, peerless competition, martial arts rules, and myths of the rivers and lakes, are all nonsense, and the killer is not a play, who will show these tricks and these false names?

There is only one criterion for a top killer: to survive, and to live for a long time.

The "Dubu King" of all dynasties has educated his descendants in this way, and now, Shangguan Fa also uses the same words to educate his sons.

The first precept of the killer, the precept. Shoot with confidence, occupy the right time and place as much as possible, and hiding in the shadows is the biggest advantage.

Even if your target is a half-paralyzed beggar, treat him like a master, sneak up and kill him in the back.

That's right, that beggar is not ashamed, he is already a dead man, and there is a 1% chance that he is really a peerless master, disguised as a beggar to trick you into a trap.

The so-called "soldiers never tire of deceit," and a general who wins a battle is a good general, and who cares what means he uses? In particular, his soldiers have to thank the commander for his unscrupulous means, because it is only by relying on these intrigues and tricks that they can live well and have the opportunity to enjoy the fruits of victory.

Great generals always attack only from the rear and flanks of the enemy, and arrogant fools talk about fighting to the death every day.

The killer is not a general, so he is even more cunning, insidious, and ruthless than a general.

There was once such a master, born in a family, outstanding martial arts, from the youth has rarely met opponents, people who come to the door to seek advice even need to make an appointment in advance, after the competition, all of them are convinced, admit that he is "the world's first master", almost hang the plaque on the door.

What happened to this master? He was not yet thirty years old, lying in the gutter for more than ten days before being found, and the body was so decomposed that the person who collected the body could not bear to let his father and mother see it.

Why did he die? Because he made a mistake and left home.

People who come to the door to ask for advice have to abide by the rules, the two face each other, surrounded by martial arts celebrities, a "start", and then who shoots faster and more accurately, no one is embarrassed to use the next three bad means, and the move will be laughed at if it is a little out of shape.

The master who is accustomed to "fair competition" becomes vulnerable once he leaves home and enters the rivers and lakes, and no one knows who killed him or how he was killed, only that his fatal wound is located in the back.

Everyone sympathized with the untimely death of this master, and despised the sneaky killer, but in private, they discussed that the master is not a real master, how can a master not be able to stop the sneak attack behind him?

Even those who had been defeated under the sword of the master gradually changed their tone, claiming that they were defeated because they did not occupy the land and benefit the people, and if they really met on a narrow road, it was not yet possible to predict who would win and who would lose.

What can a master do? He died, reduced to a pile of bones, and could not justify a word.

In the end, the mysterious killer became an idol, and everyone recounted his deeds, and everyone claimed to have witnessed him do it, and some even claimed to be him.

This is the true face of the legend of the rivers and lakes, no matter what means you use to climb to a high place, admirers will naturally make up a fair and upright life for you, people will only see you standing on a high place, who cares what means you use, how many corpses with injuries on your back are stepped on.

The second precept of the killer, the abstinence from softness. You must be ruthless, you must cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and kill people not only to extinguish the mouth, but also to remove the "name".

There was once such a master, who studied hard for ten years to avenge his father, and immediately swept the Quartet after his debut, with full certainty, he found the enemy, killed almost no chickens and dogs, and finally killed a pair of orphans and widows, but his heart was soft, he wanted to be a hero, and wanted to leave a good reputation of "not killing women and children", just like that, he left himself with the danger of killing.

Can orphans and widows take revenge? Of course not, that orphan has low qualifications, and he can't beat a finger of a master after practicing for a hundred years, and the widowed mother doesn't know martial arts at all, and her appearance is ordinary, and it is difficult to sell herself to survive, let alone lure others to avenge herself.

But the master's enemy family was originally very rich, and this family business was naturally taken away by the master, but the pair of orphans and widows didn't think so, and the woman let out the words, whoever could avenge her, the share of the family business that should belong to her would be divided into half of it.

This powerless woman was rewarded with a piece of painted cake, but can you think of how many people were touched by such a promise? I can't count it, and since then, the threshold of the master's house has never been idle, and the master has to open one eye even to sleep, and in the end he was killed, and the person who killed him was a nobody.

Did the orphan and widow get the money back? Of course not, the nobody symbolically gave the mother and son a small piece of land, and ignored it, and enjoyed the family property worth millions for themselves.

The result of orphans and widows is not important, the important thing is "name", without this pair of orphans and widows, no one has the right to ask the master for family business, with these two puppets, everyone in the world can kill the master, and the name is justified.

That's the "name".

"Name" is the most illusory and harmful thing in the world, and the real killer never seeks "fame", nor does he ever leave a chance for his opponent to be "famous".

The lord of Jinpeng Castle, the seventh generation of Dubu King, is actually not a real king, he has no land, but any inch of land in the 36 countries of the Western Regions can go, he has no subjects, but from the princes and generals to the peddlers and pawns, all talk about his name and change color.

He is the king of killers in the Western Regions.

No one can tell how high or low King Dubu is, he never participates in public competitions, and those who find him and those who are found by him all die cleanly.

Dubu King has almost no enemies, and the people he kills will even be beheaded by the dogs around him.

The two precepts of the killer, Shangguan Va has always pursued infallibility, for him, these two principles are more precious than life, so when he learned that the eighth son did not cut the grass and eradicate the roots, the anger in his heart can be imagined.

Seven generations of Dubu kings, lasting more than a hundred years, killing countless people, slaughtering enough portals to form a small country in the Western Regions, and there has never been such a mistake: he actually killed the wrong person!

Several heads, lined up in a row, were placed on a long table, and the stranger who recognized the corpse felt the anger of the lord of Jinpeng Castle, and hid in the shadows on the side.

Shangguan Fa picked up one of the heads and threw it to the pale Bazi, who was pale and uncertain, it was this head that made him lose face in front of the guests in a foreign land, and this face could not be recovered no matter how much it cost.

"You're my son, you're really my son?"

Shangguan Fan's face was slender and slightly dark, and his eye sockets were deep-set, and the Shangguan family had lived in the Western Regions for a long time, and it was inevitable that he was mixed with the blood of the Hu people, and when he was angry, his eyes were as cold and ruthless as the Gobi Snow Mountain.

His question didn't need to be answered, the eighth son and his father were like carved out of the same mold, but they were younger, and their faces were red, like two red-hot iron plates.

There is only one way to extinguish the anger of King Dubu, that is, to kill people, even if it is to his own son, he will not be soft, father and son cannibalism, brothers kill each other, this kind of thing happens from time to time in the Shangguan family, and there is only one throne.

But Shangguan Fan hesitated, he remembered Bazi's own mother, that woman had brought him a lot of joy, a cunning smile, a perfect body, after many years still vividly, she died of an unknown terminal illness, like all women in this world, no matter how much energy they had spent on men, the last wish in their hearts was always related to their own flesh and blood.

The onset of the disease was very fast, so when she died, she still retained her countenance, and her sad and beautiful face made it difficult for her begging to be rejected and forgotten.

"Let Nu'er grow into a man like you. ”

Shangguan Va, believing that he had kept his promise, gave the eight sons, who lost their mothers at a young age, the most comfortable life, the strictest training, and the greatest trust.

"Ladies are a scourge. Shangguan Fan thought to himself, his anger fell slightly, but he was still like a caged beast, restless, and wanted to find an exit, so he pulled out the single knife on Shangguan Nu's waist.

Shangguan Fan must do something, rules are rules, and must not be compromised because of anyone or anything, he resisted the urge to kill, and slashed off the right hand of Bazi, the hand holding the knife.

The sad and beautiful face gradually faded away in Shangguan Va's mind.

"Seven days, come back with the right head. ”

Who is that poor worm who slipped through the net? What is his name? Shangguan Fa only had a vague impression in his heart, that man would inevitably die under the knife of Jinpeng Castle, and that he could make Dubu King cut off one of his parents' palms, which was already worth dying.

Shangguan angrily pushed away the subordinates who came up to support him, and staggered out of the lobby, just as angry as his father, and the blood flow in the severed hand was stopped with a large bag of Jinchuang medicine, but no matter what medicine was used, he couldn't stop the resentment in his heart.

He hated his father, and he didn't even give him a chance to explain, and decided that he was wrong based on a denial from a foreign guest. This was the first time he had led a team on a mission independently, and originally, it symbolized that he would be able to stand on his own like his brothers, but now, he had lost his right hand, lost more than half of his martial arts, and his face was even more lost.

He also hated the group of rubbish under his command, all because they didn't care, made mistakes for themselves, and ruined their good future.

He hated the boy who slipped through the net the most, a man who was going to die, but he had to survive for a few days, even if he was killed a hundred times, and he couldn't make up for the loss of his right hand.

Shangguan Nu's anger must be vented, his hatred for his father can only be buried deep in his heart, and he doesn't even dare to defend himself, the young man who slipped through the net is not in front of him at this moment, and his only object of anger is dozens of killers and swordsmen under his command.

The killer is the essence of Jinpeng Castle, and the knife hand is the mercenary of Jinpeng Castle, and they have all made an oath in public that they will never betray the young master.

Shangguan Nu pulled out the knife with his left hand, slightly clumsy, which added to his anger.

The killers and swordsmen had already heard what was happening in the hall, and they were all like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, watching in horror as the young master rushed into the house with pale faces.

The knife rises and falls, the knife falls and the knife rises, there is no way to dodge, no one dares to dodge, the palms of each hand fall like leaves in the frost, no one squeaks, when these people are assigned to Shangguan Fu, they are already destined to give everything, including their lives.

Shangguan Nu didn't know how many people he had chopped off, and finally calmed down, these were his subordinates, and abolishing their martial arts would only weaken his strength even more.

"Go kill someone! Go and kill me immediately! Don't leave a whole corpse except the head!";