The knife is often carried by people in Jinzhou, because there are many wild animals in Jinzhou and they are used to hunting for food, so the knife can be used to cut meat; because Jinzhou is prosperous and there are picturesque scenery everywhere, the knife can be used to open mountain roads; the knife can be used to cut flowers and branches and put them in the mouth to bite; and now, this knife has gone through the turbulent times and even killed disaster victims who were crazy because of hunger.

Now held in the seventh prince's hand, it pierced through layers of brocade clothes and went straight into the emperor's chest.

The seventh prince's eyes were bloodshot, and the image of his father playing with him when he was young flashed before his eyes. He was still young at that time, riding on his father's shoulders, dancing with a wooden sword, and saying that he wanted to be a great hero and a great man in the world, and did not want to be an emperor but a great general. At this moment, all the memories disappeared.

As resolute as he was, his face was full of tear marks.

His dagger pierced directly through the emperor's chest and came out from behind.

Within three steps, the leader of the military strategists was originally a powerful man who was determined to defeat the enemy in the world. Even if a Taoist master was hit at such a close distance, he would have no way out. Then his luck changed drastically, and the aura of the military strategist's tiger suddenly rose up, and then after several long and sad howls, it naturally collapsed.

A son kills his father, a minister kills his king. Even if they fail, they will still encounter severe backlash from the human spirit itself.

All his humanitarian luck vanished in an instant.

The Seventh Prince was stunned, as if he had realized something and was about to say something, but blood spurted out of his mouth, and then he fell on his back. The eunuchs and imperial guards outside heard the noise and rushed in to see this extremely shocking scene. They saw the Seventh Prince lying on the ground, a tattered knife spinning on the ground as smooth as white jade, and then it became quiet. The saint sat on the ground, holding his chest with his hands, his face pale.

All the eunuchs and imperial guards turned pale in an instant. Their minds were blank for a moment, and they knew nothing. The emperor covered his wound, waved his hand, and said in a deep voice: "...Old Seven was controlled by the demon clan's soul-bewitching technique."

"Take him away and lock him up in the Guantian Palace. Let him calm down."

"promise!"

"It's the New Year, the beginning of a new year for the people. Something like this is bound to make people feel uneasy."

"This matter is handled in secret."

"yes……"

"Back off."

So the emperor was the only one left in the side hall. He took out the elixir and swallowed it. The paleness of his face then subsided a little. However, footsteps were heard again in the empty hall. The emperor, who had been quite proud and calm in front of the seventh prince, changed his expression slightly. He knelt on the ground, turned around, and kowtowed.

"That's not necessary. You've done a good job."

The voice was calm and calm, but it carried a hint of indifference. A man in ordinary white clothes walked out, barefoot, with a wooden hairpin, and a calm gaze, but he also looked like an emperor. He said calmly: "You acted very well, but unfortunately there were some mistakes. A real emperor would not explain to others."

The "emperor" kowtowed and confessed his guilt.

The emperor in white said calmly, "However, it's just imprisonment. It seems that you have been too devoted to being my substitute these years. Did you still want to leave him a way out in the end?"

"And do you really think of yourself as his father?"

So the "emperor" who was stabbed had a pale face, stern features, but a hint of pleading in his eyes.

The man in white said calmly:

"But the temperament of my seventh son remains the same as before."

"Being able to make such a decision can actually satisfy his military integrity. It's a good thing that you took this blow."

"If he hadn't stabbed with this sword, how could he have achieved hegemony and truly been called the [leader in military situation]?"

"Only now can this chess piece be considered truly completed."

He walked to the door of the hall, looking at the distance peacefully, holding a handful of food in his hand. When he opened his hand, birds landed and pecked at his palm. His eyes were calm. Although he was only wearing white clothes, he looked like a general wearing armor and with thousands of troops behind him. He said to himself:

"I have never been involved in the affairs of Jinzhou. I just want to see how many people I can catch..."

"The world only knows about the military situation."

"Who knows my military strategy?"

"It's just three million people."

"But your 'defense' just now was so heartfelt. How much of your struggle when facing the highest position was an act, and how much was from your heart?"

When he turned to leave, he said calmly: "Go ahead and kill yourself."

The "emperor" was pale, and after kowtowing, he took out a pill, which was glowing colorfully, and swallowed it into his stomach. A look of pain appeared on his face, and in an instant he naturally burned up and turned into ashes, no longer existing. A moment later, the hall was swept clean, the tables were set, and the files were spread out. There was another emperor, who was in high spirits, as if he had never been injured, sitting there and looking through the files.

…

As day and night rotate, it is already night in the bustling capital.

When the last watch of the day was sounded by the night watch drum, the spy opened his eyes, suddenly stood up, and strode out. Seeing the two maids still waiting, he said in a deep voice, "Excuse me, why didn't His Highness come back today?"

The plump and graceful one among them replied: "Yes, I haven't returned yet, General, this is..."

The military spy's expression changed slightly.

Just as she was about to leave, two maids tried to stop her and said, "His Highness told you to wait."

When the two of them attacked, they both displayed quite ingenious methods, with a faint aura of Taoism. It was obvious that the two maids were also of extraordinary origins. However, at such a close distance, they were captured by the military spy in just a moment. His tone was indifferent and did not fluctuate. He said: "Your Highness said yesterday, [Wait for him to come back today]."

"Your Highness did not return yesterday, so something has changed."

Putting the two women's arms down, the military spy ran out very quickly and efficiently. Following his special sense of weapons, he went straight to the old man and the young man from today. The old man was stroking the sword, and when he was confused and uncertain, he felt his wrist move, and the sword whistled in the sheath.

The military spy had arrived, and the sword naturally flew out and fell into his hands.

A unique charm of a military strategist, along with the seventh prince's final brief instructions, fell into the mind of the military spy.

The spy appeased the old man and the young man, and then asked about what happened today. After listening, he asked the child where the Seventh Prince went today. Then his face showed a strong and clear emotion fluctuation, and he said straightforwardly: "You follow me."

He took the old man and the young one directly to the Fourth Prince's mansion which was very far away at a very fast speed, and then knocked on the door. The Fourth Prince had not yet gone to bed, so he asked him to come in. When he saw him, the Fourth Prince still had a deep aura, and his clothes were intact. It was obvious that he was not ready to go to bed.

"You are a military spy, what are you doing here?"

The military spy bowed and said, "I am here to seek refuge with the Fourth Prince on the orders of the Seventh Prince."

The Fourth Prince's expression remained unchanged. He just gave the spy a deep look, and then said slowly, "Deserted? Some people said that the Seventh Prince suddenly entered the palace today and has not come out yet. It seems that you know something. Tell me everything that happened today."

The spy told the truth and raised the sword that contained the charm of the Seventh Prince.

The Fourth Prince's face showed ups and downs. He gritted his teeth and said, "He knows about Jinzhou..."

The spy replied, "Yes, Your Highness learned today that there is also an old man and a young girl from Jinzhou. Your Highness made a decision from them. He is worried that after he takes action, the current emperor will retaliate and eliminate these two people. With the power of the emperor, he only needs a glance to kill them silently. Your Highness means that in this world, only the Fourth Prince can take them in."

The fourth prince said: "What a big hat..."

The spy was silent for a moment, then he clasped his hands and said, "Your Highness once said that the Crown Prince has great ambitions but little talent."

"Although I have the ambition to whip the world and support the universe."

"But I am incompetent."

"It would be foolish to give him the weapons."

"If anything happens to him, the military will be in the hands of His Highness the Fourth Prince for the time being."

The Fourth Prince's pupils shrank slightly, knowing that he already had close relations with many aristocratic families and civil officials. If his relations with military generals and nobles were also good, it would be equivalent to having the support of civil and military ministers. At that time, although he was not the crown prince, he already had the aura of a crown prince, which was a great advantage.

Today's saints usually like to make pros and cons.

In order to check and balance himself, the seventh prince will not die.

Because the Seventh Prince is still the leader of the military strategists, and many military heroes only hope that he will come out alive. Once the Seventh Prince, the leader of the military strategists, dies, there will be changes in the military strategists of the world and the cavalry on the border. The soldiers in mourning will inevitably obey the Seventh Prince's final order and serve the Fourth Prince.

This is a very dangerous matter and a very hot potato.

But the Seventh Prince was also certain that the Fourth Prince would never be able to resist such an attack.

The Fourth Prince, who was dressed in a cloth gown and was known for his simplicity and elegance, was silent for a long time and said:

"As expected of you, you are the leader of the military strategists. The world has misjudged my younger brother."

"It's okay, I will protect you naturally."

"Let's take the grandfather and grandson down and have a good rest for the night."

The military spy saluted and retreated.

The fourth prince Li Hui stroked the priceless sword with his hand and suddenly laughed at himself, "Seventh Prince has a strong and decisive character, unlike me. Sometimes I really envy him. I knew all this three years ago, but I only judged the situation and knew that I was no match for my father."

"I told myself that I would find out the truth someday, but now I will just hide in secret."

He placed the sword on the table and said self-deprecatingly:

"But is this statement true, or is it just a lie to deceive my own conscience so that I can feel at ease without having to confront my father and be the fourth prince with a world-renowned literary reputation?"

"Every time I see what my elder brother does, I see people in Jinzhou being displaced."

"Just tell yourself that you should keep your edge hidden for the sake of the overall situation. Today, when you see my brother, you realize that what I did is no different from running away."

"I have been hiding my edge all these years in order to find out the truth."

"It is better to hide your edge and grow your wings before finding out the truth."

"One is purposeful, and the other is just to comfort myself. I can't tell the difference anymore."

He held the sword with his palm, closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time, muttering to himself: "Old Seven has a straightforward personality. After learning such information, he will definitely choose to perish together with his enemies after several struggles. Within three steps, the leader of the military strategists will suddenly launch an attack, and there is a certain possibility of success..."

"If he really killed the saint, given his character, he would have committed suicide."

"I killed the enemy for the sake of the people of the world, and then I killed myself for killing my father. I put the world first, and then myself."

"It was like a cavalry charge, leaving no room for retreat from the beginning."

"If he fails to kill the Saint, I will be his backup and protect him from being killed in secret."

"So that later on, you can just pull me down with you."

"Military situation, the sixteen-year-old leader..."

It seemed like the fourth prince was meeting his brother who had gone to the border seven years ago for the first time. Looking outside, it was dawn today, the moonlight was like water, but it was a peaceful day. There was no commotion caused by the assassination of the emperor, no drumbeats to wake up the people of the city. The fourth prince said:

"Now it looks like Old Seven has failed after all. He failed to kill the Saint, but the Saint has temporarily imprisoned him because he is the leader of the military and the commander of the border, and cannot be moved lightly."

The Fourth Prince breathed a sigh of relief.

But then I found that a trace of regret arose in my heart.

It's a pity that my brother didn't kill my father.

It’s a pity that the younger brother of this destined world-famous general did not commit suicide.

I was shocked!

Subconsciously, he grasped the sword, and with a clanging sound, the Fourth Prince looked at the sky outside with deep eyes. He suddenly thought of the experiences of his father and uncle, and the history books where every word was drenched in blood. He broke out in a cold sweat, which stained his clothes, and he remained silent for a long time.

The 360 ​​districts in the capital are all extremely prosperous, and there are people beating night watchmen.

Winter is bitterly cold, so they drink a sip of wine together to keep out the cold, and say that the weather is dry, so be careful with fire.

But said——

Another peaceful night!

…

"Ah...comfortable, comfortable..."

Yue Shiru stretched and yawned as he walked out of the Lianyang Temple. He felt that although he had slept for a while in that luxurious place before and the soft bed was comfortable, for him, it was still most comfortable to live in this Taoist temple. He immediately washed up and went to pay a visit to the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest sat there.

The young Taoist priest Mingxin coughed, then sat to one side holding the three yellow chickens, also sitting upright.

Yue Shiru smiled bitterly and just bowed and said, "Greetings, Grand Master Uncle."

Then he looked at the serious young Taoist who was holding his head high and bowed his hands and said:

"Meet the great uncle-master."

So the little Taoist smiled happily and said, "Okay, OK!"

"Ahem, I mean, ah, I mean, I mean, my little disciple, be good."

"I'll kill a chicken and make soup for you later."

The three-yellow chicken in the Taoist priest's arms froze for a moment, turned its head, stared at the Taoist priest, flapped its wings, and ran away again. The Taoist priest saw the chicken and jumped up anxiously, saying, "Ah, you, don't run away. I don't want to eat it anymore. I don't want to eat it anymore!"

"Come back!"

Yue Shiru looked at his young uncle and felt extremely helpless.

After stating his purpose in advance and looking at the genealogy of the ancestors, he found out that everything was wrong. Although the lineage of Lianyang Temple is small, it is directly passed down from the ancestor Chunyang, and the seniority is ridiculously high. Even if one of their own real people came and saw this young Taoist priest, they might have to call him "junior brother". When seeing this old Taoist priest with the innate Qi, they have to bow and call him "uncle master".

The old Taoist smiled and said, "Don't bother with him, he's still childish."

Yue Shiru said: "The heart of a child is the seed of cultivation."

"Speaking of which, my great-grandmaster uncle said last night that there was another person in the Sutra Pavilion next to it. Why hasn't he returned today?"

The old Taoist stroked his beard, looking extremely calm, full of the demeanor of a hermit. However, the little Taoist behind him who was chasing the three yellow chickens and shouting and rushing over was a bit bad-tempered, so he could only say, "He is staying in my Lianyang Temple, but now he is away for a long time, and I don't know who his master is."

"I don't know why you are here, Shiru?"

"Ah, disciple, I came here to obey the order of the master."

Yue Shiru smiled and said, "There is a sword on the mountain of my Dao Sect called the Pure Yang Sword. The owner of the Pure Yang Sword is Senior Sister Cui Yuanzhen, who is a natural exiled immortal. In this Lianyang Temple, the fierce nature of this fierce sword is honed in the name of Lianyang. Today, the world seems to have changed drastically, and the ancestor has a feeling, so he ordered his disciples to come and take this sword."

"Then look for the master of this sword."

"Oh? How do I get the sword?"

"The ancestor naturally bestowed the magic weapon upon me."

Yue Shiru took out a white jade hook and said with a smile: "This thing was originally used by the founder to hang this sword. Everything has its own nature, and one thing can defeat another. Although the fierce character of this sword is powerful, it cannot escape this thing. I just hold this thing and call it, it is like the founder came here to call it personally, and this sword will come back obediently."

He bowed and said, "Please return the sword."

The sword was hanging downstairs, but there was no response.

Yue Shiru was startled, then bowed again and said, "Please return the sword!"

The sword only whistled but did not move, as if mocking him. Yue Shiru frowned slightly, bit his finger and shed blood to stimulate the spiritual power of the treasure. He held the treasure and, according to the instructions of the Immortal, he scolded in the voice of the ancestor:

"Stubborn, come back!!!"

The sword was so ferocious that it whistled continuously and flew out from the sheath, still as ferocious as ever, as it pounced down to kill. The sword light was so fierce that Yue Shiru's pupils contracted. He had never thought that this sword was still so domineering after being refined for hundreds of years.

He wanted to hide, but how could he avoid it? His face turned pale, and he was just waiting to die.

But a hand stretched out from the side and flicked its fingers.

The sword stopped immediately, whistled, and returned to the scabbard.

Extremely honest.

The wind blows and the dust stirs, and the sound of wind chimes continues under the Taoist temple.

The little Taoist priest who finally caught the three yellow chickens fell to the ground, raised his head, and said in surprise: "Ah, Uncle Qi, you are back?!"

Uncle Qi?

Yue Shiru turned back in shock, but only felt a little chill. His Taoist robe was stained with blue water cloud patterns. He had a sword case on his back, a wooden hairpin and black hair. His eyes were still calm. He recognized the young Taoist. The latter also recognized him. He raised his right hand to salute. His voice was calm, with the world behind him and peace in front of him. He said:

"We meet again."

"I am a poor Taoist, and I have no doubts."

The Taoist returns.