The reason why people can endure is because they have not been forced to a desperate situation, and when there is really no way out, even if they hide deeply, it will be difficult to restrain them after all, just like the sky is always dark, everything is just because the time has not yet come. If people don't know what to do, this old saying is not wrong at all.

Of course, Zhan Ying also knew about the attack on the army of the Yanmen Royal Mansion at Tianfengkou, and he knew about this plan from the beginning, because he personally conveyed it to Murong Qianhe, but he didn't expect the result to be so smooth. Originally, he thought that Murong Qianhe would be able to delay the 100,000 army for a few days at most, but he didn't expect that a group of Jianghu people would be able to defeat the 100,000 army and wipe out more than 20,000 people.

Although things went very smoothly, Zhan Ying was not happy, because although he had eliminated more than 20,000 enemies, there were still 80,000 enemies. The most important thing now is to transfer troops and bring in as many soldiers and horses as possible, otherwise it will only be a matter of time before the enemy captures Shaolin Temple.

So, Zhan Ying immediately found Tie Xiong, ordered him to rush back to the capital to transfer troops, and transfer the remaining Imperial Forest Army to Shaolin, although there were few people left, but one more person would have more strength, and maybe it would be able to hold on for a little longer. But he also knew that this was just a drop in the bucket, and if he wanted to really resist the 80,000 army, he had to transfer the elite army, but the current emperor didn't seem to have this plan, as if he was waiting for something.

The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world. It's another dusk, and another night is coming, and time passes little by little, and it seems that the end is getting closer and closer, so close that you can already hear the ethereal shouts of killing wrapped around the air.

Just when the sun was about to set, the small courtyard behind the Shaolin Temple once again ushered in a guest, but this time the person who came did not seem to be here to kill, but to reminisce, because this is an old man sitting on a recliner, an old man with crippled legs, Dongfang Jue.

An old man in gray and four swordsmen in black are still the same entourage, still with a pair of deep eyes, but they seem to be much older, perhaps because of the betrayal of their apprentices, this old man who is over half a hundred years old can see something more clearly.

Dongfang Jue looked at Wuxin, who was standing there straight in front of him with his back to him, his eyes were full of appreciation, and there was also a hint of relief. From the moment he first saw Wuxin, he knew that Wuxin was by no means a thing in the pool, nor was it as ruthless as it seemed on the surface, only hatred.

To tell the truth, he was a little surprised by the things he had done unintentionally in recent days, he couldn't imagine that a teenager could have such talent, although he was just standing here quietly, but he could make the world chaotic and move in all directions, this should not have been done by a young man who has not dried up.

However, Blood Knife Wuxin is not just a young man who has not dried up, but a sharp arrow that can withstand the bloody wind and rain, his existence is really a blessing in martial arts, this word has been said a long time ago, and now it has become a reality.

"You surprised the old man, if you go back twenty years, maybe there will be no Fengyue Valley at all, and there will be no red feathers. Dongfang Jue looked at Wuxin's back and said slowly, speaking very seriously. The implication of his words is that if Wuxin lived twenty years ago, then the world would be bloody and heartless.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Wuxin's mouth, and he said lightly: "The seniors are too exalted to me, in front of the seniors, I am just a stunned young man who doesn't know whether to live or die." "There are some things that you don't know what it means until you actually do it, and carrying everything on your shoulders is not something that everyone can afford.

Dongfang Jue smiled, and his heart's appreciation for Wuxin couldn't help but be even more appreciative. How much open-mindedness does it take for a person who can recklessly stir up the storm, but still be so humble. Throughout the ages, most of those who can achieve great things have a heart that can cherish the world.

"From today onwards, all the people in Fengyue Valley will be at the disposal of the young man, including the old man. Dongfang Jue looked at Wuxin and said seriously.

Wuxin smiled, and smiled very comfortingly.

Some people are destined to become friends, not only because of the same dislikes and preferences, but also because there is something called sympathy, regardless of class or age.

Early the next morning, Zhan Ying hurried to the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple, and he had something urgent to discuss with Wuxin. The person who greeted him was Ruyi, and after seeing his anxious face, he quickly took him to Wuxin's room without delaying for a moment.

When Wuxin saw Zhan Ying with a solemn face for the first time, he knew that something must have happened, otherwise Zhan Ying would not have come here to find him for no reason and without taboo, after all, there are still some people with ulterior motives in this Shaolin Temple.

"Battle Commander, what's going on?" Wuxin looked at Zhan Ying with an anxious face and asked slowly.

"Something did happen, and it was a big deal. Zhan Ying said in a deep voice, turning around and looking at Ruyi, who was helping Wuxin clean up the teapot and teacup on the table behind him, and stopped talking.

Seeing this, he coughed deliberately, looked at Ruyi who turned his head to look at him and said, "Make a pot of tea." After speaking, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he didn't say anything else. Zhan Ying and Ruyi were no strangers for a long time, but now Zhan Ying's appearance seemed to be a little inconvenient for others to hear, and he knew that the matter was more serious than he imagined.

Although Wuxin didn't seem to say anything, Ruyi already knew it in his heart, so he nodded to Zhan Ying slightly, slowly exited the room, and closed the door with his hand.

"What the hell is going on?" Wuxin looked at Zhan Ying and asked seriously.

Zhan Ying paused, frowned and said, " The army of Yanmen Wangfu is about to arrive, I really can't rest assured, so yesterday I asked Tie Xiong to rush back to the capital to mobilize all the people who can be mobilized, in order to resist the invasion of the enemy's army, but this morning I received Tie Xiong's flying pigeon message, saying that the capital at this time is already a dead city, the people of the Xianwang Mansion have completely blocked the capital, no one is allowed to enter and exit, violators will not be killed, and more seriously, the palace has also been controlled, and all our people exposed in the capital have been detained by the people of the Xianwang Mansion. As he talked more and more to the back, Zhan Ying's face became more and more gloomy.

Wuxin listened to Zhan Ying's words, frowned, squinted his eyes and asked, "Can you be sure that it is someone from the Xianwang Mansion?"

Zhan Ying nodded heavily, and said affirmatively: "Absolutely, I am worried about this, so I sent your senior uncle to go in person, but I still guessed it, your senior uncle saw with his own eyes that the person who led people to control the capital was the personal guard of the Seven Sages King, Gong Jiu." ”

Hearing the words "Gong Jiu", Wuxin finally believed that this matter was true, and it seemed that the Xianwang Mansion really couldn't hold back and had already started to do it. Thinking of this, Wuxin laughed inexplicably, laughing confidently, and seemed to take a long breath.

Seeing that Wuxin could still laugh at this time, Zhan Ying frowned, and asked suspiciously, "What are you laughing at?"

But Wuxin shook his head and said slowly: "These are not what I expected, but I have been waiting, waiting for them to lose their breath, waiting for them to take the initiative to show their fox tails, and now the time has come." ”

Although Zhan Ying's dispatch of Tie Xiong back to Beijing to transfer troops was not in his plan, but now that the Xian Wang's Mansion has been put on sale, then he doesn't have to say anything, he has been waiting, waiting to see who can't hold his breath first, it seems that this move is still won by himself.

After listening to Wuxin's words, Zhan Ying seemed to understand all of a sudden. Due to the suddenness of the incident just now, he panicked for a moment and didn't think too much about it. It's no wonder that putting the life and death of all this in the hands of a young man who has not been deeply involved in the world, everyone has to keep an eye on it. Zhan Ying knew, and of course Wuxin knew, so he didn't say anything about Zhan Ying secretly sending Tie Xiong back to Beijing to transfer troops.

"Then what should we do next?" Zhan Ying frowned and looked at Wuxin and said, but he was no longer as flustered as he was just now.

And so on. With a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, Wuxin said lightly.

"Wait?" Zhan Ying began to have some doubts again, he didn't understand what Wuxin was waiting for, things had developed so far, the fact of the rebellion in the Xian Wang's Mansion was already there, and it was completely possible to directly ask the Seven Virtuous Kings to question him face to face, or even take it directly.

Wuxin nodded, and said slowly: "Since the fox has already shown its tail, then we don't have to waste some more time, and when this fox completely shows his ugly face, I want to see how he can save the current situation." ”

"But I heard your uncle mention in his letter that Gong Jiu is now mobilizing the manpower of the Xian Wangfu in the capital, and maybe he will be killed soon, and if he joins forces with the army of the Yanmen Palace, we will definitely be defeated. Zhan Ying said with a frown, as if he was starting to get anxious again. It's not that he is to blame, it's not that he can't stand it, but because all the plans are known only to Wuxin alone, except for Wuxin, everyone else only knows his own task, and nothing else.

"When they choose to side with their own people, it will be when the original form will be completely revealed, and then it will be up to them to see who will have the last laugh. Wuxin said slowly, and didn't say much, although Zhan Ying is the president of the six doors and a celebrity around the emperor, but what should be said and what not to say Wuxin is still very clear, because the emperor has promised to give all the decision-making power to him alone, so he has nothing to worry about.

Zhan Ying opened his mouth, he wanted to speak and stopped, he really couldn't see what other tricks Wuxin hadn't used, but the matter had come to this point, and he could only gamble.

With a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, Wuxin walked to the open window, looked at the Shaolin Temple close at hand, and was silent. He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity, but also waiting for an uncertain hope......