big master, big liar

Mr. Fu is sitting alone in the official mansion.

He was wearing a smoke-colored double-breasted gown and grew a small goatee. He was sitting behind the koan, but he was making tea.

There is a string of black and shiny beads hanging on his hand, and the way of cooking tea is so smooth that people almost forget his identity, thinking that he is some kind of elegant literati who is living in the mountains and enjoying tea alone.

On the opposite side of him, Feng Zhu was staring at him covetously.

It wasn't that Feng Shu didn't want to go forward, but that all the soldiers who encountered this man had already fallen at his feet.

Of course he could order to shoot with arrows, but he still wanted to know the hiding place of Emperor Dayao from this man.

This leads to a stalemate and passive situation.

When Feng Shu's patience was about to run out, Fu San poured him a bowl of tea and said in Nantu's language: "Please, General."

Feng Zhuan frowned slightly: "You can speak picture language?"

Fu San smiled but did not answer.

The tea bowl was small, compared with the height of Feng Zhi, it seemed unusually uncoordinated, Feng Zhi's hand moved forward, before picking up the tea bowl, he had a flash of inspiration, and knocked the tea bowl over with the handle of the knife.

The liquid in the bowl fell on the wooden tray, and a puff of smoke quickly rose, corroding the piece of wood into a dark color.

The surrounding soldiers turned pale, and were about to draw their knives suddenly, but Feng Zhi stopped them with his hand: "Old man, Ming people don't slander, if you are willing to tell the whereabouts of Emperor Dayao, we Nantu will definitely agree with you with a lot of money. "

Fu San looked unpredictable, but calmly, he brought in the same pot of tea in front of him: "This old man is not short of money. If this old man betrays his master, he probably won't be able to survive in Dayao."

"Although Nantu is willing to accept you," Feng Lian pointed out. "I guess you are not an official from Nantu, and you were abandoned here. If you think about it, the Dayao people don't care about your life."

"Since that's the case, why do you stick to Dayao?"

Fu San's goatee trembled, as if he had really shaken.

Feng Chi is not just a warrior who only knows how to be brave. Fu San doesn't look like a loyal and brave man from his attire to his posture, and his use of poison is even more sinister. Such a person may be a hero, but he can never be Dayao's. Loyal minister.

Sure enough, Fu San was momentarily shaken by his words: "I don't know where the emperor you mentioned is."

"You just need to tell me what you know." Seeing this, Feng Zhu became even more angry: "You can speak pictures and languages, and your methods are so clever, where is there no place for you?"

Fu San laughed softly: "You can talk."

"Come here and I'll tell you."

The soldiers on the left and right of Feng Shu blocked him, for fear that he would go forward.

He is not afraid.

He is confident in his martial arts, the old man will never touch half of his fingers.

Fu San opened his mouth: "You guessed right, the old man is indeed not an official of Dayao."

Feng Chi smiled confidently.

"The old man has a nickname, and no one has mentioned it for a long time."

Feng Zhi's smile froze, he quickly backed away, but a slender and swift figure was faster than him.

His confidant threw himself in front of him, blocked the attack, and heard a scream in the wind.

It was a brightly colored krait that bit the cronies calf.

"Nine-ringed snake."

Fu San's voice was full of gentleness and coldness unique to the age of forty, he beckoned, the snake let go, spit out its message, obediently wrapped around his too old hand, slipped through the black bead in his hand, entangled Holding his wrist, retracting his sleeves.

People say that the ring snake is the most poisonous, but no snake can be poisonous than this Mr. Fu.

He is good at using poison, with vicious methods, and even tamed a venomous ring snake. He is especially good at talking honey-belly swords and cutting grass and roots. Anyone who talks to him must be careful, for fear of losing his life if he is not careful.

That's why he got this nickname, Nine Ring Snake Fu San.

Later, when he was old, he stood at the top of Sifang City, and instead cultivated himself. People gradually forgot about that poisonous snake, Fu San, and called him "Fu San Ye" respectfully.

But even if a poisonous snake hibernates, it is still a poisonous snake.

"General Feng Shu is good at martial arts." Fu San looked shameless.

"You..." Feng Chi's face was grim. "Shoot the arrow! Kill him! Kill him!"

"It's too late." Fu San laughed lowly.

He only slapped on the public case, and the wooden plank under his feet sank, and his whole body fell down, disappearing in the courtroom.

The chance for Feng Shu to kill him is only at the very beginning.

From the moment Feng Chi opened his mouth, Fu San's mission had been completed—delayed until the battle of the half-faced people was over, and delayed until some people came.

Before Feng Shu had time to check the two boards, he suddenly heard the sound of shouting and killing from outside the door, and even the bricks and stones under his feet seemed to be shaking.

"General! Someone is coming!"

Feng Chi sneered, placed the body of his confidant on the koan, raised his knife and turned around: "Who else are they? It's worth all the fuss."

"It seems to be officers and soldiers, less than half of us, but we can't stop..."

Before the man could finish speaking, something smashed open the door.

Feng Li took a closer look, it was actually a head, the skull was shattered, and the blood spurted out, as if it had been smashed by a watermelon, it was unbearable to look at.

There was a short man, riding on a red and brown horse, wearing red clothes and silver armor shining, holding a familiar Tang knife, and came in among the crowd.

Every time he swung his knife, he was silent and decisive, as if he was a general from hell.

"Yao people have endless flowers! It's Yao people who have infinite flowers!" He heard his soldiers shouting in panic.

Just these three words are enough to make the battle-tested veteran panic.

Endless flowers!

How could he appear here!

The high priest had heard that Hua Wuxian lived in seclusion here, so he clearly came to investigate, but he did not find the slightest trace of him.

I have never heard of a man with infinite strength.

Before Feng Shu had time to panic, he suddenly realized another thing.

People who can drive endless flowers.

He looked back.

Sure enough, he saw the figure that had made countless Nantu generals shudder.

The silver armor, blue shirt and white horse, which are consistent with the endless flowers, are like walking in the courtyard among thousands of troops.

Ji Yunqi!

It was the missing Ji Yunqi.

If these two people lead troops, even if he has twice the number of them, there may not be any chance of winning.

Feng Shu suddenly realized something.

"Where are our people! Send the signal! Let them come!"

He heard the voice of the soldiers next to him reporting back, which made his blood turn cold: "General... the left-handed general has no news now, and the right-handed general has... died in battle."

"what?"

"Shot through the throat by an arrow..."