Hate is a very strange thing, although it is dark, but it is also an emotion that belongs to people, but this emotion will be more unforgettable than love, and it will even control a person's mind and make a person lose himself. If you have love, you must hate again, love deeply, hate deeply. But those who have hatred may not have love, and even if they do, they will be erased by boundless hatred.

As the sound of horses' hooves approached, the army of the Yanmen Royal Mansion slowly came to the foot of Shaomu Mountain, but it did not seem to plan to go up the mountain overnight, but stopped at the foot of the mountain and began to set up camp.

In the mountains and forests, there are countless pairs of eyes quietly staring at the people who are coming at the foot of the mountain, it is none other than the six gates and the Royal Forest Army hidden outside the Shaolin Temple. Although the two sides belong to different camps, and they are also in their own camps these days, they seem to have an unusually tacit understanding at this moment, and the arrangement of the columns shows that neither side seems to have any intention of letting the group of people down the mountain go up the mountain overnight.

After waiting for a long time, the people at the bottom of the mountain still did not move, and they had already set up their tents, and seemed to be planning to rest on the spot. Seeing this, one person was selected from the six gates and the Imperial Forest Army at the same time, and headed towards the temple, it seemed that he should have gone to report the news.

At the foot of the mountain, in a tent that had been quickly erected, there were three people sitting at this time, an old man, a middle-aged man, and a young man.

The old man is naturally the famous King of Yanmen, he is still so burly, his face is resolute, and he is still wearing that golden armor, but at this time, his face is difficult to hide a trace of solemnity. And the young man on the side, needless to say, is the prince of the Yanmen Palace, Hu Yan Chengbi, still has that unruly demeanor, and there is not much change.

The rest of the middle-aged man in a black cloth robe didn't know what it was, although he was also sitting, his expression was a little restrained, and he seemed to be a little unable to let go. But based on the fact that he can sit on an equal footing with the father and son of the King of Yanmen here, it can be inferred that he should be a person of no low rank in the palace of the King of Yanmen.

"Why don't you just bring someone to rush up, it's a big deal to pierce the window paper and see what they can do!" Hu Yan Chengbi on the side twitched the corners of his mouth and said loudly, with a trace of puzzlement on his face.

"Nonsense!" Hearing Hu Yan Chengbi's words, Hu Yan Zhuo scolded without hesitation, glared at his son, and continued: "Do you think that the Six Gates and the Royal Forest Army's instructions will let you take so many people up the mountain? Do you think that Shaolin Temple is a place where you can break if you want to? Even if you can rush up, what can you do after you go up? Kill on a big spree? Isn't that forcing all kinds of armies to come to crusade? Why haven't you grown at all!"

It seemed that Hu Yan Zhuolie was really angry, probably he didn't expect his son to say such stupid things, his face was crimson with anger, and he glared angrily.

Huyan Chengbi seemed to be accustomed to his father scolding him like this, and he didn't feel that he was wrong at all, and wanted to refute it, but was stopped by the middle-aged man on the side who shook his head slightly. Unexpectedly, Hu Yan Chengbi, who was so arrogant that he didn't even listen to his father's words, actually listened to the words of middle-aged people like this.

"Although it is very likely that everyone now knows the purpose of our trip, they have no absolute evidence to prove it, if we rush forward, isn't it Sima Zhao's heart known to passers-by? The middle-aged man in a black cloth robe nodded lightly to Hu Yanzhuo, and said with a fist.

"That's right," Hu Yan Zhuo Lie said, glared at his son again, and continued: "Since they don't pick it, then we don't pick it either, see who can hold out to the end, the longer it drags on, the better, and when our follow-up army of 100,000 arrives, I see who can stop the old man." ”

Hearing Hu Yan's burning words, the middle-aged man on the side seemed to frown, hesitated, and slowly said: "Lord Wang, speaking of which, there is something that has not been reported to the prince. ”

Looking at the middle-aged man's spitting appearance, Hu Yanzhuo frowned, and said slowly, "What's the matter?" A faint feeling of uneasiness rose in my heart, and I had a premonition that something might happen.

"Our reinforcements may have encountered some situation and were delayed and could arrive a little later than expected. The middle-aged man said slowly, with a respectful attitude.

"What's wrong?" Hu Yan's burning eyes widened, and he looked at the middle-aged man and asked, sure enough, he guessed correctly.

"A group of people have appeared, these two people who pretend to be ghosts have killed many of us, but they have not shown up, it seems that they want to deliberately delay the progress of the army, and they have been pretending to be ghosts, and it is said that all of them are masters of the masters. The middle-aged man said slowly, his face solemn.

"Have you found out who did it?" Hu Yanzhuo asked coldly, with a murderous intent in his eyes.

"According to the news coming back from the rear, I deduced that it should be a bloody person without a heart. The middle-aged man said without thinking.

When Hu Yan Chengbi, who was sitting on the side, heard the words "Blood Knife Heartless", his body couldn't help but tremble, and he seemed to suddenly remember the last time he fought Wuwuxin, his face suddenly became gloomy, gloomy and purple, and his teeth were clenched. The right fingernail on his lap had almost been buckled into the flesh, because when he heard the name, he actually felt a trace of fear, which was intolerable to Hu Yan Chengbi, who had always been rebellious.

"It's bloody again, he seems to be willing to meddle in anything, it's really ghostly. Hu Yan said through gritted teeth, then looked at the middle-aged man on the side, and asked seriously, "How sure are you that you can kill him?"

The middle-aged man listened to Hu Yan's fierce words, was stunned for a moment, thought for a while and said, "There is no chance of winning. ”

Hearing the middle-aged man's answer, Hu Yan Zhuolie seemed to be very dissatisfied, and said with a slightly unhappy face: "His martial arts are higher than yours?"

"I am not sure of this, because I have not fought with him, but his martial arts have indeed been rarely rivaled in the rivers and lakes, unfathomable, and always unexpected. Speaking of this, he looked up at Hu Yan Zhuo with a gloomy face, and then said: "But if you meet him, I am willing to do my best to kill him and get rid of this trouble for the prince." ”

Hearing the middle-aged man's last words, Hu Yan's burning face finally eased a little, and he nodded lightly.

Wuxin seems to be a heart disease in the eyes of all his dead people, and almost everyone wants him to die, and they all want to get rid of it as soon as possible, because Wuxin's existence has blocked the path of too many people. If it weren't for the unintentional follow-up to Zhan Ying's request and the night visit to the Yanmen Palace, maybe the matter would not have been revealed so quickly, and the Yanmen Palace would not have had to show the wolf's ambition so hastily.

In the Shaolin Temple, a black shadow disappeared in a small courtyard by the moonlight, and no one noticed it, as if nothing had happened.

Therefore, it is only the gentleman who covers the door at night, and the guard who guards all night is only small.

In a room in the middle of the small courtyard, a person was sitting behind a bookcase, as if he had not slept all night, and his tired face could not hide the trace of eternal fortitude, it was none other than the Seven Sages King.

"How? Did you find anything?" the Seven Sages King asked slowly, looking at a figure standing across from him, as if he had been waiting all night for this answer.

"Although I didn't find out any news about the emperor, I saw an old acquaintance. The figure slowly took off the black cloth covering his face and said slowly. It's none other than Gong Jiu, and the black shadow that flashed just now was him.

"Who?" When the Seven Sages King heard Gong Jiu's answer, he seemed to suddenly come to his senses, suddenly sat up straight, and asked in a deep voice, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"You must not have imagined that Ruyi, the young master of Furong Hall, is also in the Shaolin Temple, and it is hidden in the forbidden land behind the Shaolin Temple. Gong Jiu looked at the Seven Sages King and said slowly.

Hearing the words "Ruyi", the Seven Sages King suddenly stood up from his chair and frowned, unable to believe his ears. For him, the feelings when facing Ruyi are complicated, on the one hand, he thinks that Ruyi is his long-lost daughter, and on the other hand, he thinks that his daughter is his confidante who is his biggest enemy, and the two different choices have doomed him and his daughter to two different fates.

"Since Ruyi is in the Shaolin Temple, then Wuxin must also be in Shaolin, maybe he is hiding in a corner and staring at us now. Gong Jiu gritted his teeth and said, it seemed that at the mention of Wuxin, he couldn't help but have a trace of hatred in his heart.

"You're right, it seems that the emperor's critical illness is getting more and more strange, this matter must be inseparable from the blood knife and the six doors, it seems that we have already found someone else's way. The Seven Sages King pretended to be calm and said slowly, but there seemed to be some trance in his eyes.

"In that case, why don't we take advantage of ......" Gong Jiu's words were not finished before he was stopped by the Seven Sages King who was standing opposite.

"Shut up! This king has already told you, without the consent of this king, you are not allowed to make decisions without permission, let alone hurt her in the slightest, she is her, the blood knife is unintentional, this is an order, otherwise don't blame this king for turning his face and being ruthless!

"Yes. Gong Jiu hesitated, stopped talking, and finally agreed respectfully, but a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"Stand down. The Seven Sages King waved his hand and motioned for Gong Jiu to leave. Ruyi's news in Shaolin has completely panicked him and lost his coolness.

Gong Jiu didn't speak again, and slowly exited the room of the Seven Sage Kings. As soon as he came out, he immediately changed his face, and there seemed to be struggle and resentment in his expression. After lingering at the door for a long time, he finally seemed to have made up his mind, jumped over, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye, but there was a faint murderous aura of struggle in the air.

It seemed like another restless night, a harbinger of something to come......