Chiwuxing

Chapter Sixty-Third - On the Huiyuan, the crowd fights alone, involving the dilemma of family status

The bitter wind was blowing, and a bearded girl with a beard was walking on a horse, passing across the openness and silence of the grassland.

"Call-"

The fierce Huma was parked in front of a gray tent, and Hu Nuli got off the horse.

"Princess."

Hu people sitting on the ground in twos and threes in front of the tent signaled to him.

He Xujun nodded slightly, and fixed her eyes on one of them. She stepped forward and asked, "Mu Ke, is your elder brother there?"

The man in brown clothes with white stripes smiled and said, "My elder brother went out this morning and hasn't come back yet. Is there anything urgent for the princess?"

"When did he come back yesterday?" Huxun asked.

Mu Kesi said: "It was probably after nightfall yesterday... Eldest brother came back late these two days, probably he was worrying about the affairs of the clan..."

"I came here for the affairs of the clan," Hexun said solemnly, "My father has decided to allow the Hulan tribe to split off. No matter what everyone thinks, each clan must express its position. Only you What is the purpose of the Nale tribe delaying all these days? As the leader of the tribe, Mu Zang acted so hesitantly, which is not his proper style."

Embarrassed, Mu Ke said, "Big brother is also busy with clan affairs these few days, accommodating with the other clans, and now disputes are about to arise, brothers in the clan are eager to practice military affairs, so I'm afraid my elder brother will not be able to do it all by himself... "

He Xujun folded his arms and said to him: "The father has already explained the situation during the previous discussion. If you Tienal family are willing to continue to belong to the current Hu Qiang royal family, that is, we Utlong, naturally there is no such thing as not being ready now. The reason for joining the war, if you insist on cutting Yan together with the Hulan tribe, give us an explanation in time, and we naturally have other arrangements."

Mu Ke couldn't stop looking at the woman's face, and said in a daze, "...I'll remind my elder brother about this when he comes back tonight, and I must ask him to go to the wolf lord to clarify it in person tomorrow."

"That's the best," He Xuyun avoided his gaze, glanced aside, and said in a low voice, "...Mu Ke, I sincerely advise you with the friendship I have known for many years, don't follow the Hulan clan, and the Podoro clan will carry it at this time." Under the banner of attacking Yan, it is actually the leader Podoro Santo who wants to start a dispute within the clan. It is true that he has the courage, but no one in our Utlong tribe, or even the Hu and Qiang clans, has this courage. If Hulan is chosen now, it is not Utron who betrayed, but the wolf soul that Hu Qiang has had since ancient times."

Huxue paused for a moment, then softened his tone, and said, "I hope you and your elder brother can think about it carefully."

"Okay," the rough man's voice softened a lot, he stared at He Xuyun, and said, "I'll go back and discuss with my elder brother again...do you have anything to do right now?"

He Xuyun looked at him in a blink of an eye, and said, "I've been busy raising new troops in the clan these days, so I don't have time."

"Well... okay, you go ahead, I don't have anything urgent..."

Huxun glanced at him, turned around and said, "Let's take a step first."

Mu Ke stood at the same spot and watched her leave, and then returned to the crowd just now, seeing the brothers who were with him just now winking at him, with a mocking smile on their faces.

"Get lost!" Mu Ke scolded, and found another open space to sit down.

Those barbarians came up, and one of them pouted forward with a laugh and said, "What were you talking about just now, brother?"

Mu Ke glanced at him, turned back, and said, "None of your business!"

A long-bearded man next to him elbowed the man who had just asked the question, winked at him, and then came over and said, "Did the princess just come to urge the Hulan people to do something?"

Mu Ke nodded and said, "...that's why she came here."

The long-browed and bearded man said: "Isn't it because our side has dragged on for a long time...the Utron tribe is annoyed?"

Mu Ke squinted at him, snorted coldly, "Aren't you annoyed if I let you go?"

The man said worryingly: "Then what should we do? Mu Ke, you are the leader brother, you should go to urge him anyway. It has been a long time, and this turned out to be unfavorable to both sides, and it will be an excuse in the future..."

Mu Ke raised his eyebrows and sighed: "...Brother has his idea over there, and I can't get in here... Forget it, I'll talk to him when he comes back tonight."

The bearded man said again: "Mu Ke, do you want to start a war?"

"Naturally," Mu Ke straightened his back, "For so long, anti-Yanfu clan has been the expectation of several generations. Now it's our generation, don't you want to?"

Changmeihu said humanely: "Of course I am willing, but since we are about to tear ourselves apart with Yan now, there is no reason to lose."

Mu Ke was silent.

"Hey," the man with long eyebrows and beard continued, "Since Lord Wolf mentioned this matter, he hasn't seen that fellow Chou Ri come out to supervise the training and formation in the past two days... It just happened to be quiet, a while You can go hunting in the mountains again.”

A barbarian next to him interjected: "Hey, Munessai, you are so confused, the tribal war here is not over yet, and there is going to be a split first... What kind of military formation does he want to practice!"

"I heard that the Utron tribe is still practicing solo. We haven't been notified yet... Maybe it was secretly instructed by the wolf lord. Our attitude here is vague, and the wolf lord may not be able to wait patiently... ..." Another barbarian frowned and said, "...The wolf lord really did a great job this time, but Santo really didn't care about it."

"Utron is still training soldiers?" Mu Ke raised his eyebrows, "Why didn't we see you when we came from the back mountain?"

Munessai said sarcastically: "Muzhige, are you mistaken? Every time the lame man comes out, he looks dark, and I can see him at a glance! He definitely didn't come out today!"

"That's strange...I still saw you a few days ago," Muzhige recalled. "When I said this, I remembered another thing. Do you remember the Jia Sheng who came earlier?"

Mu Ke curled his lips and said mockingly: "Why don't you remember? Isn't it the kid who bit the scorpion? He looks like a little savage..."

Munessai continued: "Didn't it return to Utron? What's the matter, you saw it later?"

Muzhige said: "I heard that someone from their side challenged him and was beaten up by him later, so several people came up to make him big."

Munessai said sarcastically: "That's normal too. It's been a long time since our Hu Qiang confiscated outsiders. What's more, this person may have ulterior motives. He looked like a barbarian and ended up becoming a Yan general. Now he has followed us Hu Qiang." By the way... Who knows what he is pretending to be thinking, I think the wolf lord shouldn't have kept him in the first place. Now, don't be suspicious and guard against him."

The barbarian next to him continued: "Isn't the wolf lord who made him fight at the beginning because he didn't want to save his life? He wanted to take the opportunity to clean up and give the leader Santo a face. Who knew that kid was so fierce... In this way , Maybe the wolf lord didn't want to split directly with the Hulan tribe at the beginning, but this kid can make it difficult for both sides, he is really capable!"

"That newcomer can tell at a glance that he is untrustworthy," Mu Ke said angrily, "Does he have half-hearted tolerance for women and beasts? You can count on such a person who has no half-awe in the battlefield." Will he stab in the back? Maybe he will be the first one to escape after losing the big battle."

Mu Nei Circuit: "Mu Ke is right. We Hu Qiang believe in the spirit of the wolf clan and focus on the unity of the clan. Regardless of whether he is a Yan person, he has such a cold-blooded personality, so he can't stay here... Hey, You said just now that someone from the Utron tribe is going to make him big? How about it?"

"I've heard from people in our clan, and it's not just from the Utron clan. Ever since he wanted to kill our Huqiang beast that day, many people from all clans couldn't help but threatened them. Our clan There should be some people here to join in the fun, I guess they just got time to hide it from the wolf master and they got it for him, and then threw him into Beihao Mountain, just to feed him, and also reported him for blasphemy. Anyway. He is only one person, how much affection does the wolf lord have with him, and he will not pursue it with other clansmen for such a trivial matter..." Muzhige said.

"A stinky boy with unknown origins is worth such a big fight, and they are really capable." Mu Nesei said with a smile.

Mu Ke asked: "When did this happen? Why didn't I hear the news?"

Muzhige continued: "When I went hunting a few days ago, I met a few brothers from the Utron tribe who said... Anyway, they usually caught a few other young men behind the training meadow on the Huidan Ridge. The family is also there, and they can take advantage of the chaos to block people there... No matter how powerful he is, he can't rely on the crowd."

Mu Ke sarcastically said: "If he really dares to hurt Hu Qiang's brothers, he will have a reason to report to the wolf lord. I don't think the wolf lord may want to save such an unclear person."

Munessai raised his head and smiled and said, "What you said made me want to join in, but let me see how that kid's prestige was destroyed, and see the madness he had the day he came. I'm not angry..."

"How difficult is that?" Muzhige said to him, "Let's go to Huidanling to inquire about the situation now."

"Okay," Mu Nesai became interested, turned his head and said, "Mu Ke, are you coming with me?"

Before Mu Ke could answer, Mu Zhige interjected: "Mu Ke, don't go, if you bump into the group of Princess Yu over there, and pester him to ask about the attitude of our Tie Nale tribe, that's a big deal." It was a grind..."

"I'll go." Before he could finish speaking, Mu Ke got up and walked out. Hearing this, the two quickly followed.

"you!"

Hu Ren wiped the blood on his arm, got up from the ground, and stared at the person in front of him.

The young man half-covered his eyes and stood upright in his original place, with his curly white hair raised behind his deep navy blue clothes, his lonely and evil spirit spread quietly and spread.

The barbarian staggered forward, and the people next to him quickly stepped forward to help him. He waved his hands and said bluntly, "Jia Cheng! We kept you here so that you can work with us! You are not here to harm our people! "

"That's right!" The person beside him also said, "How could you ride a horse and hit someone directly! What's the matter? Just say a few words to you and you'll do it!"

The people on this side were angry, and there were a few more barbarians looking at each other, and gathered around together, trying to provoke the young man in front, only to see that the barbarian at the head just took a step, and an ordinary barbarian Hu Qiang's Mazha knife was suddenly inserted a few inches in front of the boot.

Fu Chen raised his eyes, and said coldly: "If you don't like it, hit it, young lady."

Originally, Hu Qiang's fellow men didn't bother to lie to him, but upon hearing what he said, they hit their hearts out, regardless of the number of people, they all came forward to besiege him with swords.

Fu Chen's eyes remained unchanged, his legs and feet were extremely quick, he dodged and staggered their frontal attack, bypassed from behind, pulled out the Maza knife that had just been inserted into the ground, and swung the knife backward.

Several people saw that the young man was able to bend backwards instantly without losing speed.

A few Hu people were startled, and hurriedly dodged, and subconsciously took up weapons to resist before they could react, but they miscalculated the position, and the Hu Yi was cut by the blade.

They were surprised at his speed. Although they had seen it before, they knew his true depth only when they fought against each other at this time. Instead, they sighed that he could bend down and attack from behind. To get ahead.

"Does this person have eyes behind his head..." The barbarian who had just been chopped off by Fu Chen cursed from his body.

"Munetu! If you are injured, step back and get out of the way!" The barbarian who was facing him next to him said to him.

"It's a small injury!" Munetu said disdainfully, and continued to run towards Fu Chen with the knife.

He poured force into the saber with his right hand, and the agitated air from this side completely surpassed the aura of the saber, and came straight and sideways.

Originally holding the idea of ​​hitting hard, he slashed very fast with the falling speed of the Mazha knife. He stared at the young man opposite, and saw that his half-drooped eyelids suddenly lifted up, revealing two gray and cold eyeballs. The dark blue-gray color of the person reflected a horizontal and long scar on the young man's pale cheek.

"Boom!"

A few barbarians surrounded him and covered their sight a little bit, before they could clearly see what the young man was doing, he who had the upper hand was suddenly blocked by a knife.

Munetu frowned. This young man clearly has no internal strength, but he can resist the knife?

As soon as he raised a question here, he saw that the other party turned sideways and passed the place where the knife was drawn, his hand was empty, and when he looked back again, he saw that the young man had already walked behind him.

Munetu's pupils dilated, but he saw that the young man didn't seem to have left room just now, and directly hit him.

The barbarian next to him blocked it.

Fu Chen's expression didn't change, the sword suddenly went downward, and at the same time, with the support of the blade, he rolled over in the air, split his legs towards the barbarian by his side, and kicked him in the face.

At the same time, his wrist turned flexibly, and he turned again to attack the tip of the knife at the beginning. He took a deep breath——

When attacking his idleness, hit his shoulder.

Fu Chen drew his knife and landed on it, lightly shaking the blood on it with his wrist, and turned around.

The barbarian who had just been kicked aside by him was not harmed, and was about to attack again.

Fu Chen flattened his eyebrows, exhaled lightly, and his eyes were dark red.

Mu Ke and the others rode their horses to the outlying plateau of King Le Jin's capital, and they could vaguely see the people below fighting together.

"The one in the navy blue dress is Jia Sheng!" Munessai pulled the reins with one hand, and lifted the other hand slightly above his thick eyebrows to block the scorching light from the sun.

"Go and have a look!" Muzhige drove forward, and the three of them ran towards the lower mountain.

The trees on the edge of the forest were half-covered, and several barbarians were also aroused by this foreign boy, but they couldn't catch the opponent's weakness for a while.

Fu Chen withdrew from the place where the knives gathered, and often attacked where he was not guarded.

Munetu gasped at the side, frowning to relieve the pain on his shoulder, secretly surprised that this man didn't know why he didn't stop when he was tired and rested, and the saber speed didn't stop.

Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly saw several people coming on horseback from a distance.

"elder brother!"

He walked over, and when Munesai saw the bright red on his shoulders, he dismounted in panic, stepped forward to hold him, and said, "What's going on?"

Mu Ke and Mu Zhige approached, also surprised.

Munetu glanced angrily at the people who were fighting over there, gritted his teeth and said, "...that Yangou did it!"

Hearing this, Munessai was also filled with anger, drew out the knife from his waist, and approached those people.

Mu Ke and Mu Zhige didn't want to say more when they saw this, and they all went together.Munetu stopped Mu Ke and said in a low voice, "Mu Ke, go and get people from all ethnic groups to come over."

Mu Ke knew what he meant, nodded and said, "Okay."

"Let me go," Muzhige heard his words, looked at the figure fighting in the distance again, and said, "I'll call some brothers from the Wutlong tribe that I know, anyway. Let him not stay here any longer."

"Okay." Munetu said, staring.

Diaphragm, on the human skin, at the sight.

Fu Chen frowned, looking more and more vaguely at the black and gray heads in front of him.

Just like that, the weight of the Hu Dao in his hand gradually dissipated, and he could only feel a secret call to rush forward, this sound annihilated the original noisy and rude voices everywhere.

Fu Chen kept dancing with the knife in his hand, and panted tremblingly.

He just keeps going, he just keeps going.

"This kid is crazy!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Go and block his left side!"

"Go and prevent him from coming around from the right!"

"Munesai!"

"Give me everything here!"

"You all don't move! Just block his movements!"

"Do you really want to kill me now?"

"Why did you, Tie Nale, come to meddle!"

"Stop me all!"

A female voice yelled loudly from behind a circle of barbarians, stopping the crowd from besieging and making noise.

Dozens of barbarians stopped the power of their swords, barely waking up from the fight just now.

Everyone stepped aside, and some stood on the periphery. They couldn't squeeze forward during the battle just now.

Hu Xuyun's lips were tightly pursed, and his eyebrows were raised with deep anger at the moment. The silver and vermilion cloak was placed behind him, and his aura was quite strong, and everyone could see a little bit of He Xuyun's shadow from it.

She stepped forward, and saw the young man in the middle with his back straight, and the dark green beard at first glance showed no signs of scars, but seeing him stand alone, he didn't look weak even among a group of strong men. On the contrary, there is a tendon in this slender figure.

Huxun glanced at him, then glanced at the crowd around him, and sneered: "What's the matter? Before you fought Yan Bing, you first poured your energy on a Yan man who came to seek refuge. You really know how to pick .”

"When Yan Bing came over, he fought them directly, whoever is afraid of whom!" Someone in the crowd answered.

He Xuyun didn't answer his words, only said: "Mu Ke!"

I saw a person walking out from the crowd following behind Huxun.

He Xujun didn't look back, just asked: "I went to ask you about business this morning. You said that you Tienal people are busy with military affairs, that's why you are so busy. You are not in a hurry to express your opinion, but in a hurry to attack others?"

Mu Ke was speechless.

A voice from below said: "Princess is now indiscriminately questioning crimes, so she is suspected of covering up? Princess, do you know why we provoked disputes for no reason? Why do you first ask about the cause, not the cause, but about this clan and that clan? ...But there is no such difference..."

"Munetu," Hexun said, looking at the speaker, "No matter what the reason is, a large group of people come together to deal with one person. Where did you get such courage? Is this what you did?"

Munetu choked, and said again: "We didn't attack him for no reason, he was the first to provoke, and there are Utron and brothers from other tribes to testify together!"

The Utron tribe who had come here in high spirits also stood silently behind a few circles of people when they saw Huxun approaching.

He Xujun walked towards Fu Chen, the young man was still standing with his sword on the ground, there was no resentment on his face, nor did he want to participate in the dispute at all, he seemed like an outsider, only his half-down eyes were like those in the forest. The dormant wolves burst forth dangerous sparks at any time.

"Jia Sheng." He Xuyun said.

Fu Chen raised his eyes to look at her, under his long eyelashes, his eye sockets were already flushed, and his ruthlessness was still present.

He Xun was not afraid, turned his eyes from the scar on his cheek to his red eyes, and said: "You are not from my clan. Whether you stay or not in the future depends on your ability, and no one can help you."

In a word, straightforward and cold.

Seeing that Fu Chen still had no intention of answering, He Xuyun turned and left.

The people around who had just joined the war couldn't help laughing when they saw that Huxun had no intention of helping him.

Fu Chen, who had not moved all this time, finally made a move. Everyone saw him walking forward, and stopped at the middle position where He Xujun was standing just now. The point of the knife snapped, and then a hoarse and rough voice sounded:

"Since you want to make trouble, why not come one by one," Fu Chen kept his eyes fixed on an ancient tree in the distance, "if you kill me, I'll be the loser."

Immediately, he lightly raised his eyelids and looked at Munetu.

Munetu could see a bit of provocation from the cool gray pupils, which were very lightly hidden in the wrinkled shadow of prey. His heart was overwhelmed, and he wanted to go forward again regardless of his shoulder injury.

Munessai stretched his arms to stop him: "You are injured, I will come."

Fu Chen pulled out the knife from the ground, and glanced at his reflection on the knife.

Ambiguous.

In his mind, the subsequent encounters with swords and weapons became the reappearance of countless nights of martial arts practice alone, with a sword in front of him, but no one.

After a few strokes, Munessai lost his strength and was defeated. The onlookers were dumbfounded.

Seeing this, more and more people came forward to provoke, and in a short time, nearly half of them were overtaken by Fu Chen's tricks and were wounded by stab wounds.Everyone was amazed that this young man had the tendency to become more courageous as he became frustrated, and he was able to block the attack of strength with only his body speed.

Another barbarian staggered to the ground because of dodging an attack, and was pointed at by Fu Chen's knife point.

Fu Chen drew his saber, and the Huren knew he was defeated, so he retreated into the crowd and stepped forward shamelessly.

"Come."

Fu Chen held the knife and lowered his head lightly. No one could see his expression clearly.

Here there are barbarians waiting to come forward to make a move, when suddenly a low and cold male voice is heard from behind the crowd:

"I compare with you."

At some point, a shadow sitting in a wheelchair appeared behind him.

Fu Chen's eyes were still blushing, and he stared intently.

Zong Zhengxi's eyes were flat and silent, and he did not avoid his gaze.

"Heh," Fu Chen grinned coldly, twisted the centipede on his left cheek, dropped the knife, hit a stone with a "bang", turned his head and left.

The black and white mixed curly hair behind the young man was blown away by the snowy wind, and the arrogance was set against the thin back. The leather belt tied the waist of the navy blue beard, which became a narrow thin line in the distance.

Zong Zhengxi looked at Fu Chen's hands hanging on both sides, and then turned to the knife on the ground.

The barbarians watched from where they were, and saw that Fu Chen was gone, and there were people who hadn't fought to catch up, but they saw the man in the wheelchair picked up the knife on the ground and left a message: "I'll go."

"What does Chou Ri mean?" Munetu said, feeling aggrieved, "Let's go, let's follow."

"Lord Wolf doesn't know what happened today, if you all want to tell the whole story, I can do it for you."

Zongzhengxi, who had already traveled several tens of feet away, filled his voice with internal force, and it reached the ears of the barbarians behind him.

When Munetu heard the words suddenly, he was also surprised when he saw the back of the man going away.

"Forget it," Mu Ke frowned and stopped, "Some of our brothers are injured, let's deal with it first... Chou Ri is someone who follows the wolf master, so let's stop getting involved..."

"That's all?" Munetu said in surprise, "How is it possible!"

But Munetu on one side gushed out another mouthful of blood with a "poof", and someone on the other side immediately supported him, and Munetu said nervously: "What's the matter! Neisai, let's go back to the city first, and hurry up to apply the medicine." Some wound medicine..."

Munessai had blood in his mouth, but couldn't say a word.After all, he was beyond his strength, and now he was depressed and angry, and there was nothing he could do.

"It's all gone!" Mu Ke said out loud.

Everyone on the field walked away in twos and threes, all annoyed and helpless about today's matter of fetching water from a bamboo basket.

At the foot of the Gruzhuo Snow Mountain, there are large stretches of stone-colored rocks, with a few light green streaks inlaid on it.

Ant-like people at the foot of the mountain.

Fu Chen stood silently in front of the mountain, the majestic snow-capped peak swallowed half of the sky, leaving only half-moon-like azure blue, not a single ray of sunlight slipped out, it was extremely cold and clean.

The unstoppable trembling of his hand came to the news, and he secretly clenched it tightly.

The new wind blows across the weeds, making a very slight sound.

A long time of desolation.

There was a stagnant sound of footsteps behind him, which was different from ordinary people's footsteps.

Fu Chen just stared at a spot of fresh green in the crevices of the rock formation, without moving.

The stuffy iron air roared instantly, Fu Chen didn't dodge the strong airflow, but tilted his head slightly downwards, and caught a glimpse of his distorted face on the blade, which was a little funny.There is still half a lock of white hair, which has been chopped off in the air and slowly sinks downward.

"You must have disappointed him."

Fu Chen was in a daze. This deeply hidden secret was suddenly shared with another person, and even a single sentence could make him peel off the skin. He smiled: "Your Highness, have you figured it out these days?"

The people behind were silent.

Fu Chen's eyes flashed, and he was silent for a while, he took a long breath, and then turned around——

"Your Highness thinks that I came here out of greed for life and fear of death?"

The young man turned around too quickly, and redness suddenly oozes from his pale neck.

Zong Zhengxi saw that the red threads in his pupils faded away, leaving only a faint green light, which contained not only the provocation that was familiar and deeply hidden before, but also something deeper and deeper.

He didn't move the hand holding the knife, and said: "He never ridicules cowards, only hates those who rely on martial arts to commit crimes."

"Ah."

The young man's eyelids were half drooped, and his laughter was half cold and half nostalgic.

"Is what His Highness said just now, or in the past?"

Zong Zhengxi didn't answer.

Fu Chen raised his eyes again, and said calmly: "Your Highness indeed understands him, but in this world, the truly terrifying thing is not those who commit crimes by force, but those who have no force but can kill with a knife..."

"Boom!" Zong Zhengxi threw the knife aside, and put his withered black hands on his knees.

"What does your Highness mean?" Fu Chen raised his eyebrows, and a smile gradually opened up, "I didn't mean to reflect His Highness."

Zong Zhengxi ignored his smile, looked directly at the ice in his eyes, and said, "Who is it?"

"what?"

"Who borrowed the knife?"

Fu Chen's expression froze for a moment, he didn't expect this man to react so quickly, his eyes turned to one side, and he said awkwardly: "...Your Highness still can't guess?"

"Ginger thief."

The man said a name.

Fu Chen smiled weakly: "No."

Zong Zhengxi looked at him with frowned eyebrows, his eyes were full of waves, and his voice was deep: "No..."

For some reason, Fu Chen suddenly had some cold joy, he tilted his head and said with a smile: "...Your Highness guessed wrong again, this is the second time..."

Zong Zhengxi sat quietly, lost in thoughts in his head.

Perhaps because he was tired from standing all the time, Fu Chen simply lifted up his beard and sat on the ground.Looking at each other from this angle, the young man suddenly felt a lot more relaxed than just looking down to looking up.

Looking from the man's black stand-up collar to the deeper purple indigo sky, seeing the snow-capped mountains blocking the way, the birds abruptly cut off their way back.

Fu Chen squinted his eyes and sighed quietly: "It's normal to have things go wrong, but if someone secretly tricks you, it's really impossible to prevent..."

Seeing the man kept silent, he knew that he must be speculating in his heart again, and inexplicably became a little sad, Fu Chen smiled and said: "Your Highness has doubts, why don't you like to ask? I have no reason to hide... ..."

"Most of what I asked was a lie. I only trust my own judgment." The man said coldly.

After saying a word, Fu Chen's original faint smile gradually spread, and then he realized that the mockery was really aimed at him, and the stiff smile stuck on his face, he lowered his head and closed his eyes.After a long time, there was a muffled voice: "Your Highness is right... But what if my judgment is wrong?"

Zong Zhengxi lowered his eyebrows and looked at the young man who bowed his head for some reason, paused, and replied: "...you have to choose one of the two as the standard. It is better to believe in others than in yourself... If you are greedy and want to take care of both, in the end you have to be We ended up in a chaotic situation where we couldn’t distinguish between true and false.”

Fu Chen listened, exhaled slowly, and said, "Your Highness, there is no need to guess... The real person holding the knife is none other than Ni Congwen."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "Believe it or not, His Highness is up to his own judgment."

Zongzhengxi was silent for a moment, and then calmly said: "Why are you coming to Hu Qiang now?"

he asked again.

Fu Chen also finally followed his tone and calmed down. The young man's lowered eyes happened to be reflected in a small bug on the ground, and it slipped into a hole in the ground without a trace.

"I am a person who has died, and I don't expect to live long in this world."

Fu Chen stood up, picked up the knife on the ground, took two steps forward, and handed it over: "Your Highness said just now that he would be disappointed, and I think so. I haven't done anything commendable so far. I was manipulated by God's will before. Later, I was entrusted by the wicked. In terms of virtue, talent, appearance, courage and insight, I have nothing to say. I have made some superficial efforts, but it has not been long—"

When Fu Chen said this, he still couldn't help laughing: "I have nothing now, and it would be very appropriate for His Highness to settle my sins for him. Let me repent with him in person."

Fu Chen maintained the posture of handing the knife, Zong Zhengxi did not take his eyes off him after he finished speaking, and took the knife with his hand.

Zong Zhengxi held the knife forward, and the tip of the knife touched Fu Chen's heart an inch away.

"You don't have nothing, you still have one thing left." Zong Zhengxi's hand holding the knife didn't shake, and it was as steady as a loose one. "If you hit me now, you will have nothing at all."

Zong Zhengxi stared at his drooping head, and continued: "I have no right to decide the life or death of others, life and death are all up to you."

Fu Chen slowly raised his hand and grasped the blade, the knuckles of his fingers turned white.

He suddenly raised his head and stared at the man's eyes, saying:

"Four years!... Four years, why should I live again? Why should I still live?"

The already rough voice of the young man became even hoarse and inaudible during the questioning.

Red liquid oozed from between the fingers.

Zong Zhengxi saw the first time Fu Chen showed such a strong emotion since he came to Hu Qiang. He recalled that when he was in the cave two years ago, the young man sometimes pretended to avoid, and sometimes was unrelentingly firm. People find it ridiculous and contradictory.It's just that at this moment, after such a long time, the dark obsession in the eyes has not dissipated at all, instead it is surrounded by a deeper and heavier fog.

"Then you just bump into it."

Fu Chen's hand gripping the blade became more and more vigorous, and a small pool of red blood accumulated in the dimple of his palm.

Zong Zhengxi also stared at him, and saw that the young man's original angry expression slowed down a bit, and then twisted into a half-smile, his eyes seemed to be looking at something in the distance through him.

"Yes... yes, no one in this world will stop me..." The young man's smile twisted.

The man frowned.

The two were deadlocked again.

"Sometimes it takes more courage to live than to die." Fu Chen rolled his eyelashes and said in a low voice, "...What Your Highness wants to say is courage?"

Zong Zhengxi let go of the knife, Fu Chen lost his grip for a moment, and fell to the ground again. He flung his hand away and squatted on the ground.

Zong Zhengxi turned the wheel with his right hand and walked forward a few steps.

A hand wrapped in a black leather glove broke into Fu Chen's sight. The slender knuckles were blunt like dead branches, and one of them was right on his heart—where the knife tip was pointing just now.

"I'm not referring to Yong, but here."

Fu Chen raised his eyes and glanced at him, and stroked the place he was pointing at with his right hand trembling.

Zong Zhengxi closed his five fingers together, and pressed his palm forward to squeeze his trembling, cold and tight.

Fu Chen felt that his right hand could not breathe in the gap, one side was cold leather, the other side was warm flesh and blood.

Boom boom, boom boom.

He slowly closed his eyes.

In the dark silence, only this one is rhythmic, persistent, and powerful.

If life and death were a choice for him, then the answer would have been prefabricated rather than spoken through his mouth.

Fu Chen opened his eyes, licked the corner of his lower lip towards the man in front of him, and said, "It turns out that not only will you get lies by asking others, but everyone is a liar full of lies."

Zong Zhengxi let go of his hand and looked away from his face.

Fu Chen took advantage of the situation and sat beside the man, the wind and smoke cleared away, although Hu Qiang's snowy ground was cold, he felt a burst of clear breath surging from the air, as if soaking in the water vapor.

"Can you admit defeat now?"

"... Where's Your Highness?"

"I have an obsession that failed."

Fu Chen was disappointed: "Your Highness is willing to admit it at this time."

Zong Zhengxi was silent, and Fu Chen said lightly: "I don't admit defeat, and I don't even think about winning. There is not much life left, and there is no winning or losing. I just hope that I can gain an inch, and I will gain an inch."

"...What does 'four years' mean?" Zong Zhengxi asked.

Fu Chen pursed his lips and said, "Ni Congwen secretly drove Tang Lan to poison my catering soup..."

Fu Chen paused, as if recalling something funny, he raised his head and smiled at Zong Zhengxi: "Is it ridiculous? This is what I wanted all the time."

After finishing speaking, he covered his right eye with his hand again, and said with pursed lips: "...that's it, a piece of darkness, I came out of the darkness in the mountains, and now I'm here again."

In the darkness, Fu Chen felt the cold and familiar leather suddenly sticking to his right wrist.

He was startled, raised his head, and saw the man's indifferent expression.

"You have no internal strength."

Fu Chen raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help saying: "Your Highness can detect the pulse through gloves..."

Zong Zhengxi didn't pick up his words, and just said calmly: "If there is no trace of internal breath, the poison has invaded the heart and cannot be cured."

"He's clever," Fu Chen said calmly, without worry, "He was the one who sent me into the army, and he was the one who broke the foundation of my military power. I think three years ago, he had calculated that he would clear the road within seven years. , Sit back and sit in the Prime Minister's phase."

Zongzheng Xi said: "If he just wants to be the Prime Minister of the country in peace, why bother to come and go."

"Under the heavenly family, above all the people, it's not impressive enough..." Fu Chen lowered his eyes and said, "That's right, most of those who can act in such a cruel way can get things done."

"You came to Hu Qiang to overthrow the Yan Dynasty?"

Hearing this, Fu Chen said forcefully: "Since there is nowhere to stay, then it's either friend or foe. I have no other choice... Your Highness' words that day are correct, and the difference between nations is not worth a personal favor." Enmity? Ni Congwen said righteousness in every sentence that day, but he himself is a villain who seeks loyalty and traps good."

"No one has been like this from the beginning," Zong Zhengxi continued, "Ni Congwen is not, and all the civil servants in the court are not, but as long as one is, it will cut off the life of others... He has this result, which is in the first place. He planned it himself."

Zong Zhengxi saw a light shadow under the young man's eyelashes, and the light color of his lips was paler than the color of his cheeks