Chapter 372: All thoughts

Mourning hall.
White cloth fluttered.
An elegiac couplet hung on both sides.
Diehua turned into a dream of passing away, and Heming still made the sound of stepping.
"There is no injury to the skin and body, and the look is indifferent. It should not be harmed by others. It is natural to die." This is the conclusion drawn by the Taiyuan Hospital. It is extremely absurd, but it is justified.
Father Jinyu is the most low-key of the five prisons. He didn't make many enemies in the court, but he didn't have many friends. Many people came to condole him because of his identity, but the mourning hall was extremely quiet. Those people came and walked quickly. Everyone bowed their heads and bowed down. Few people were crying.
Quiet is like the days when Father Jinyu reads books in the library by himself.
The apocalypse was precarious, and His Majesty the Emperor was still in critical condition. The death of a Five Great Prison was just the beginning for many people.
By the evening, the mourning hall finally became empty, and there were no more guests.
As a result, only four people remained in the temple.
Supervise Jinwei with the sword, Jinyan with the seal, Jinxian with the incense, and Jinxuan with the chief.
Duke Jinxian, who had the deepest relationship with the dead Duke Jinyu, stepped forward and lifted the white cloth on his body. Jinyu's expression was indifferent, as if he was just asleep. Jinxian's hand flicked Jinyu's body, and slowly said: "No one knows Jinyu's skills better than us. If we have a deep inner strength, I am afraid it is above the three of us, and only between the generals. ."
Supervisor Jinxuan nodded: "The Breathing Technique is extremely difficult to practice. Jinyu is very calm and is the only one among us."
"But Jinyu is dead, and there is no damage on the surface." Duke Jinxian put his hand on Jinyu's chest and closed his eyes, "Apocalypse City is not peaceful now. The hospital is not a fool, and he won't be at this time. Take the trouble to the upper body. But we are not fools. We can't see any scars all over the body, but all the meridians in our body are broken. What kind of person can shatter Jinyu's meridians?"
The other three were silent, and they couldn't even imagine a person with such a domineering internal force.
"Or maybe this martial arts is used to shock other people's meridians?" Grandpa Jinxian withdrew his hand and said slowly.
There is indeed such a martial arts that once destroyed the meridians of Xiao Se that entered the heavens as a young man, and even the former hall master of Bai Xiaotang could not go down the mountain.
"Xuhuai Gong." Jin Wei said solemnly.
"But the master is dead, no one in this world knows this martial arts." Jin Xuan said.
"Will this martial arts, I believe no one can be sure." Jinxian jumped up suddenly and attacked Jinwei.
Jinwei frowned slightly and drew out the Yuanyan sword abruptly. Jinxian pointed on the Yuanyan Sword, a chill instantly swept across the sword, and the Yuanyan Sword trembled slightly, making a chilling sound.
Jinxian closed his finger and withdrew.
Jin Wei shook the sword, and a wave of sword gas melted the chill from the sword.
One of them used their fingers and the other swung their swords.
But the martial arts used is the same.
Emptiness.
"In the past few years, none of us have given up this martial arts. Master left a stubborn copy. No one except Jinyu can hold back from practicing, but only you know how well you have practiced and how far you have practiced." Jinxian looked at his finger, "greedy."
Jinwei put his hand on the hilt: "You mean, the one who killed Jinyu was among the four of us."
Jin Yan, who has not spoken, shook his head hurriedly and said: "This is not appropriate. I am different from you. I am not a disciple of the Zhuoqing Supervisor. I won't be vain, you can try me."
"But your master hasn't died yet. He is Zhuoqing's junior brother. After so many years, he should have realized something." Jin Xian said quietly.
Jin Yan smiled: "You're the censor of the incense, this is a theory of punishing the heart, so there are suspicions in the whole world, why you suspect your family members?"
Father Jinxian looked at Jinyu who was lying there quietly, and smiled slightly: "My best friend died there. I can't overstate anything."
Supervisor Jinxuan cleared his throat: "Jinxian, even if you are too sad, you shouldn't say such things."
"Supervisor." Duke Jinxian lowered his head slightly, "It was Jinxian who offended, but Jinxian's words are not taken back."
"You!" Father Jinwei said angrily.
"His Royal Highness, here!" a sharp voice suddenly shouted.
The four were taken aback at the same time.
It is not surprising that the White King appeared here. Duke Jinyu was his martial arts master and the person who fell in love with him most in the entire Apocalypse City. But this is the first time that His Royal Highness White King has regained light.
He took off the white cloth in front of him that had been around for more than ten years, walked without rush or panic, his expression was neither thick nor light, and his eyes were clear and indifferent, just like the resurrection of the dead Father Jinyu.
The temperament will be so calm and unhurried when entering the practice of Breathing Technique.
Even if you go to death, calm down.
"His Royal Highness." The four bowed their heads at the same time.
Xiao Chong didn't seem to see them, he just bent down and looked at Duke Jinyu who was lying there.
"Second Master, I have been imagining your appearance for so many years. I imagine you are a hermit Confucian in a deep mountain temple, a genius scholar who has written thousands of sails. But I did not expect that you are still with me when I was young. In general, you were like an ordinary scholar in the past, but now you are just like an ordinary middle-aged teacher." Xiao Chong sighed, "You are not funny, but how boring is without someone like you in this world."
"I used to ask you why you chose me as a blind prince. You said that you chose me not because you wanted to help me become an emperor and gain glory, but because you felt it was worth it."
"His Royal Highness is mourning." Supervisor Jin Xuan said lightly.
Xiao Chong raised his head, lifted the white cloth, and covered Jinyu's body again: "I know why the second master died, and I begged him to pay me a favor, but I didn't expect this favor to kill him. The second master is so kind to me, I don’t need the throne, but I want to avenge his hatred."
Outside the hall, the murderous aura rose sharply.
The burly angry sword Xianyan Zhantian put his hand on the broken army sword and stood quietly in the courtyard.
Yan Zhantian and Duke Jinyu are completely different people. Yan Zhantian doesn’t even want to meet this second master who has the same disciple, but that doesn’t hinder. Jinyu is one of the few, and Yan Zhantian has a People who have ever admired.
With Yan Zhantian's sword aura rising sharply in the courtyard, Father Jinwei's Yuanyan sword has been unsheathed, and Father Jinxian also held the Wind and Rain sword in his hand.
Supervisor Jinxuan gently waved his hand, lowering the killing pressure in the palace: "Don't make trouble."
Yan Zhantian smiled: "Five Supervisors of Apocalypse."
Jin Xuan also smiled: "The devil is angry at the sword fairy."