He wants to train his grandson Jiang Yuze to become a qualified emperor, to wash away Qing'er's grievances, and to give a reminder to the people of the world - to prevent the devil from being born again!

Once the seven devils are gathered, then the world will no longer be in the world, and no one can save the innocent people in this world. What's more, Jiang Yuze has to go next, how can he rest assured that he will send a precarious country to his young grandson? After thinking so much, he was awakened by a crisp ringtone.

Hyun Ji stepped on the gold-rimmed handrail, leaning on him softly and bonelessly, leaning on his side as if she could see through his thoughts, trying to calm his anxiety.

Holding her small body into his arms, the old emperor exhaled a breath of turbidity. Right now, he can still hold his Qing'er, right? There is nothing more hopeful than this, Jiang Qiong pressed against Xuan Ji's forehead, enjoying her intimacy at the moment.

"Grandpa Huang, Grandpa Huang! You're holding her, hey! You come down for me! Jiang Yuze yelled angrily, and when he saw Xuan Ji's thin anger and provocation, he was even more angry.

"Oops, oops, Yuze! Don't make a fuss, Qing ...... Ah Xuan, alas......" The old emperor saw that Xuan Ji heard this, and immediately jumped out of his arms, and then the golden bell rang.

Xuan Ji fought with Jiang Yuze when he made a move, and Jiang Yuze naturally lost after a few moves. Xuan Ji twisted his ears again, and he scurried around, driving Jiang Yuze around, and there was no peace for a while......

The old emperor held his forehead, only feeling powerless. Just wanted to smile helplessly, but he was unaware of the familiar dizziness, he closed his eyes, and his face was slightly pale.

"Your Majesty is not feeling well? The poor monk will take your pulse, right? Wataru looked at the emperor who was over ninety years old, although he still acted as usual, but he always had a feeling that his strength was not enough.

"Not necessarily!" The emperor suddenly opened his cold eyes, and his sharp eyes were like sharp knives out of their sheaths, and he indifferently rejected Watsuri.

This made Wataru a little confused. He felt that this kind old man, but who held the power of life and death, was kind to everyone, and he was deliberately alienated from him.

Or a kind of disgust or even hostility, although this feeling is very inexplicable, I don't know where it comes from, in short, Wataru is still a little sad.

The noise over there suddenly stopped, and all kinds of voices in the study paused, Jiang Yuze raised his head and hurriedly asked, "Grandpa Huang, are you not feeling well?" Where is it uncomfortable! ”

He shook off Xuan Ji's hand that was still on his head, and ran to the old emperor's side in a few steps, his eyebrows full of worry.

"Grandpa, if you're not feeling well, you'll have to see a doctor!" Xiao Ling'er put down the purple gold gourd and trotted all the way to the emperor's side. He generously took out a bottle and put it in his hand carefully.

"Oh! Thank you Ling'er...... Thank you, but ......" The old emperor was flattered, looking at Xiao Linger's sincere eyes, he couldn't refuse. Those eyes like water and pure stones were really beautiful, but in fact, he wanted to say that he was not sick......

"What's wrong with you, old man? Monk, will you see a doctor? In the blink of an eye, Xuan Ji floated in front of the old emperor, picked up his other old withered and wrinkled hand, looked at the pulse, and seemed to have no problem.

But she really doesn't understand how to look at this person's illness, as long as the demon eats well, he won't get sick. Even if you are injured, you can get some sleep, and if you are seriously injured, then sleep a little longer. If you don't sleep well, it's not a disease, it's a failure.

Demons have always been simple, unlike people who have to eat grains, birth, old age, sickness and death, and then reincarnate in the ghost world, which is really troublesome.

So Xuan Ji has always felt that people are very troublesome, but she doesn't want this old emperor to die, and she is reluctant.

Gu Mengmeng also came over timidly, she didn't dare to get too close, and hid behind Dusheng to watch everyone.

Seeing that the children were all gathered around for a moment, looking at themselves with concern one by one, the old emperor sighed, feeling sad and sad. This group of children, how much he wants to watch them grow up and hold up this piece of God.

touched Ling'er's cute cupola, and patted Xuan Ji's little hand again. Jiang Qiong looked at these children, happy and sad in his heart. He really hopes that they can grow up carefree, but he is worried that the flowers in the greenhouse are too fragile to withstand the wind and waves in the future. The troubled times are coming, and he still feels sorry for this group of children.

In the end, he couldn't resist it, but he still let Du Sheng show him the pulse. Everyone quietly waited for Wataru to speak, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard Wataru say that there was no big deal, but it was not appropriate to work too hard.

Then everyone came up with an idea to help the emperor review the chapter!

A few imps get together and put their little heads together to figure out a way. Because Gu Mengmeng was illiterate, Jiang Yuze read it to them, and then everyone discussed how to solve the problem and what to do.

Jiang Yuze will also ask the emperor's grandfather's opinion, according to the changes in the court, the checks and balances of the characters, and after discussing the final solution, he will follow the grandfather's example and annotate on the folds.

The old emperor was reluctant to let them mess around like this, but as he listened, he was shocked, and he found that this group of young children, although young, had a unique perspective.

One sentence per person is not simple, especially the youngest Ling'er, who is even more amazing.

Others can't see it, but he is a person who has been an emperor all his life, and he can see at a glance that although Xiao Ling'er has a simple mind, he has a delicate heart. Look at the problem accurately and ruthlessly, and can also say the general countermeasures in a straightforward manner, grasp the overall situation, pinch the proportion, and do things in a measured manner.

Hyun Ji was originally disdainful, but later she couldn't help but participate in it. She has little experience, and she can occasionally say a few different opinions, and solve problems with demonic thinking, although it is simple but weighs the pros and cons, and can often get straight to the point.

Every time Xuan Ji spoke, the old emperor felt a little unwilling, this is his son...... If she hadn't gone hunting, hadn't met Bai Yue, hadn't gone to apprenticeship...... Can everything be different?

Gu Mengmeng spoke the least, but she was the only one of the people here who had suffered hardship, and her words were simple and unpretentious, which made the emperor think a lot.

Jiang Yuze read the recital to everyone, but he rarely spoke, and after listening to everyone's opinions, he pondered for a while, and then asked the emperor what he thought. When I put pen to paper, I looked serious and had a bit of imperial grace.

The old emperor was deeply pleased, and watched them so seriously foolish with pity.

In this way, the night passed, and the piled up of recitals were all approved, and there was only one book left.

"On the thirteenth day of the Ganyue, the snow melts in Zixia Peak, and the Lingcheng City under it is flooded, destroying countless fields, the floods are monstrous, the sky is not covered, the land is not around, and the people are displaced......" Jiang Yuze only now found out that the biggest problem tonight was in the book in his hand.

"Senior brother, the inn that Master took us to seems to be ...... It's in Zixia Town. Gu Mengmeng suddenly remembered that when the little brother sent him into the town, Zixia was written at the door of the town. Because of the complicated font, she still casually asked him to find out.

As soon as she said this, everyone suddenly remembered that it seemed that this was really the case! That inn seems to be what Zixia Inn......

Zixia Town is just north of Zixia Peak, but it is south of Zixia Peak that has been affected, and there is a Guan Ling City under Zixia Peak...... Seeing that everyone was looking at herself, she was a little uncomfortable, her fingers were nervously stirring her clothes, and her knuckles were stiff.

"Ze'er, keep reading" The old emperor's eyes moved, and Jiang Yuze continued.

"After the flood, the epidemic. There are 200,000 or 300,000 displaced people, avoiding the chaos in the south of the Yangtze River, forming grass houses all over the valley, exposing the frost, half of the dead from the epidemic, the epidemic is not controlled, and the corpses are everywhere. Jiang Yuze read this recital, and gradually, the atmosphere in the hall gradually became heavy.

When I finally finished reading, everyone couldn't help but think about it.

"Ling'er, what do you think?" The old emperor looked at Xiao Ling'er with soft eyes, and was a little expectant of how she would answer.

"A hundred years ago, Zhezhou County recorded that there was a great drought and famine, and a major flood and epidemic. In contrast, famine is easy to control, but after a flood the epidemic needs to be controlled first, if it is not handled properly, once the outbreak of the epidemic needs to be controlled with medication. The fire of the deceased is spread by the disease, and although the elixir of the fairy world can solve the urgency of the epidemic, the epidemic disease cannot be prevented or cured, and people must be sent to the epidemic area to try a hundred herbs to cure the plague. All things are mutually reinforcing, where there is an epidemic after the flood, the river will grow a plant that has never grown, called the disease-free grass, and it can be used to prevent and control the disease. But this morning, I saw that there were refugees in Zixia Town, but the impact was not great. Zixia Town is the closest, but there is no large influx of refugees into the town. That means that either the situation in the city is lighter than in the city, and there is no large-scale disaster at all, or ...... It's just that very few people escaped, and the epidemic has become so severe that refugees can't afford to escape, and they can't escape if they want to. The immature children's voice sounded softly in the study, and the speech was clear, unhurried, and reasonable.

After listening to Xiao Ling'er's words, everyone suddenly felt extremely frightened to think about it. Tens of millions of lives are carried on just one page, but the people who read the book may be lying about the epidemic!

At the same time, Xiao Ling'er was put there by the master to practice, Jiang Zhige took two apprentices to go there, and there were ...... Wataru also happened to appear.

Some things seem to be coincidental, but in fact there are often reasons.

"Your name is Watara?" The old emperor asked a sudden question, making everyone look at them.

"Yes, the poor monk's name is good, and the name is born." Du Sheng folded his hands and calmly faced the old emperor's breathtaking momentum.

"Why did you go to Guan Ling City?" The old emperor's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he deliberately brought the emperor's authority, and the sense of oppression was as heavy as a mountain in an instant.

"The poor monk once swore that he would do 9,999 good deeds in this life, and after his death, he would enter the underworld and make a wish to the king of Hades. Therefore, when I heard about the epidemic in Guan Lingcheng, I set off to save people's lives than to create a seventh-level floating slaughter, if I can save the people of Guan Lingcheng, each person has a merit, and I can complete the task and die. After Du Sheng explained, the old emperor's eyes were still as sharp as a knife.

However, the deep pool was slight, and after all, he was slowly moved.

The old emperor stared at him tightly, and then asked, "You, why do you want to make a wish?"

"The poor monk can't see through the past, and he can only hope to solve the obsession that he can't let go of in the next life. I don't remember why I made a wish, or why I was like that, just to have peace of mind. Watsu thought for a moment, his eyes a little confused.

The old emperor's expression finally softened, and he walked towards the outside of the hall with Dusheng.

The night before dawn is the darkest. The white jade railing was a little cold, and the old emperor stretched out his hand to hold it, and the sleepiness of the night dissipated a little.

"You are a disciple of Emperor Jiaye, you should know that the Hades King is in charge of reincarnation, and the wish you made is nothing more than to reconnect with the people of the previous life. But this world is unpredictable, even if you continue with her, she may not be willing to go with you again. The old emperor looked back at the monk, unwilling to think of those past events, but he had to think.

"The poor monk knows that just doing this is in my own heart. When I go to hell and see Hades, and remember the past, if she doesn't want to, I will make another decision. ”

"Crossing life, have you ever thought about crossing sentient beings through suffering, but sometimes you can't cross yourself? You have worked so hard to connect the edge, why don't you cherish the present? You and her fate have always been in this life, not in that next life! The old emperor said meaningfully.