It's a blessing or a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided. The most important thing is to see all the pros and cons, to minimize the damage when the disaster comes, and to preserve what can be preserved. Just do your best, don't force the result, just ask for a clear conscience.

In the Shaolin Temple, the conflict between the Xianwang Mansion and Shaolin has gradually subsided, because things have already happened, and no one is willing to fight for that unknown reason until they figure out the ins and outs, after all, both sides are afraid of each other's strength.

During this period, the Seven Sages King wanted to enter the small courtyard where the emperor lived several times to check the emperor's situation, but they were all stopped by Zhan Ying, claiming that the emperor had already issued an edict and would not see anyone for the time being.

The emperor has woken up from the coma at the beginning, but his body is still very weak, fortunately he has the imperial doctor with him, otherwise the consequences are really unimaginable. But even so, there was still a faint sense of uneasiness in everyone's hearts, because everything came too suddenly.

In another courtyard adjacent to the small courtyard where the emperor lived, the Seven Sages were pacing back and forth in his room, his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking about something, and his face was cloudy.

Gong Jiu stood aside, watched silently, and did not speak. He was very smart and knew that the Seven Sages King at this time was the most emotionally unstable time, and saying the wrong word might force the Seven Sages King to vent all his inhibitions on himself, so he would rather choose to quietly watch all this in front of him.

It seemed that he couldn't stand this invisible oppressive atmosphere, and the Seven Sages King, who was pacing, raised his head and glanced at Gong Jiu, who had been silent, a few times, and finally said slowly: "Do you think the emperor is really sick or is he pretending to be sick?"

Hearing the words of the Seven Sages King, Gong Jiu's body shook for a moment, and his face, which had always been like ashes, showed a trace of solemnity, and he thought for a while and said, "The subordinates don't dare to make judgments. "This question is too big, because it involves not just a random person, if it is really as the Seven Sages King guessed, then this matter is too serious, what can make a Ninety-Five Venerable pretend to be sick?

The severity of the problem seems to be beyond the scope of control, and it makes people chill to think about it, so the best answer is that I don't know, Gong Jiu is not stupid.

The Seven Sages King glared at Gong Jiu, and seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Gong Jiu's ambiguous answer, but he didn't continue to ask, but said sharply: "This king thinks there must be something strange in this, but he can't figure out what it is,"

Gong Jiu remained silent, without the slightest intention of wanting to make a stubble, the trouble came from his mouth, he understood this truth. It's too much to do, and if he's right, he's supposed to do it, but if he's wrong, he's a scapegoat.

Seeing that Gong Jiu still didn't say a word, the Seven Sages King squinted his eyes, and seemed to have seen the small abacus in Gong Jiu's heart, snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice: "You go to the temple tonight to explore and see if there is anything you can do, this king's heart always feels unsteady, as if something is going to happen." ”

"Yes. Gong Jiu bowed without hesitation and said, and then gently retreated. But he looked unhurried, but there was a hint of panic, as if he wanted to leave earlier, probably for fear of provoking the fire, because the fire was too strong.

The Seven Sages King looked at Gong Jiu's back as he slowly withdrew, and squinted his eyes, he didn't like his subordinates to play tricks in front of him, especially if he was clever, thinking that everyone didn't know. But Gong Jiu has been with him for many years, and he doesn't want to care, and he can understand it.

But what he can't understand now is that the emperor is suddenly critically ill, all of this came too suddenly, and it is unbelievable suddenly, because the emperor's health has always been very good, and he has not found any signs of physical discomfort on the way from the capital to Shaolin, how can it suddenly become like this. Unless all this is fake, or someone is secretly doing something, there are only two possibilities.

The more the Seven Sages King thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and the more he felt that something was wrong, the more annoyed he became, so he simply didn't want to, and could only wait for Gong Jiu to find out if he could find any clues after he went to investigate.

Night fell again, and the earth fell into endless darkness. Tonight's moonlight is very light, faint can only vaguely see five steps away, a thin layer of clouds seems to be glued to the moonlight, with the moon keeps moving, so that the moon can never get rid of the faint haze.

A black figure appeared on the roof of a temple in Shaolin Temple, with his knees bent, squatting on it, constantly looking around, as if looking for something.

Since the emperor brought a group of people into Shaolin, it seems that it has invisibly brought a tense atmosphere to Shaolin, coupled with the emperor's sudden critical illness, as well as the aggressiveness of the Xian Wangfu, Shaolin Temple does not seem to dare to slack off, and has also sent disciples to patrol the temple at night, worrying that something uncontrollable will happen again.

The periphery of the small courtyard where the emperor lives seems to be more guarded than before, after Zhan Ying negotiated with Shaolin, Shaolin Temple agreed that Zhan Ying would transfer more people from the guards outside the temple, after all, no one wants an accident to happen again, if the emperor really has something, everyone can't afford it.

There were patrolling monks everywhere, as well as the golden-armored royal forest army standing still with cold eyes, but no one noticed the black shadow that had been observing the roof for a long time, and it seemed that it was easier for people to ignore some subtle changes around them in a state of high tension.

Seeing that no one found him, the black shadow hibernated for a short time, and then quietly swept to another roof, and gradually disappeared into the night, and then no one found it from beginning to end.

In the mountain behind Shaolin Temple, in the small courtyard, a white figure sat by the door, holding his chin with both hands, as if he was thinking about something, and as if he was waiting for someone's return.

There was a candle burning in the room behind him, a candle that had just been lit, but it wasn't the first, I don't know how many it was going to be. At the round table where the candlestick was placed, there was a figure sitting in a green cloth robe, looking at the white figure sitting by the door with a strange look, looking thoughtful.

These two people are none other than Ruyi and Long Xinyue, but there is no Wuxin in the room. And at this time, the look of expectation in Ruyi's eyes sitting by the door was already clear who she was waiting for, and she was waiting for no intention.

Wuxin had already left here this afternoon, I don't know where he went, he didn't say much when he left, he just told Long Xinyue to take care of Ruyi, maybe he is now in addition to the rebellion that is about to happen, the only thing he can't worry about is Ruyi.

Although this is Shaolin, the necessary precautions still have to be done, no one knows how many people the enemy has transferred, what people, and where they are lurking, so he deliberately emphasized that Long Crescent Moon protects Ruyi. Of course, Long Xinyue agreed without hesitation, even if he didn't mean to say it, he wouldn't watch such a beautiful girl fall into any possible danger in front of him.

It's getting late, but Wuxin still hasn't come back, and Ruyi doesn't seem to have any intention of resting, it looks like he's planning to wait until Wuxin comes back. It seems that they are all hanging on to each other in their hearts, and when they can't see each other, they will be empty in their hearts, and they always feel that something is missing.

"You've been worried about him like this?" Long Xinyue, who was sitting in the room, looked at Ruyi who was sitting at the door, and asked such an inexplicable sentence coldly. Others worry about who they don't worry about, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with him, but he seems to be asking very seriously, maybe he wants to break the increasingly awkward silence.

Ruyi glanced back at Long Xinyue and nodded, but shook her head again, because she didn't seem to be able to tell whether it was worry or a restless thought.

Long Xinyue nodded, as if she understood something, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she said slowly: "I have never heard him say anything about missing you and worrying about you. ”

Hearing Long Xinyue's words, Ruyi turned her head and looked at Long Xinyue with a frown, she didn't know what Long Xinyue meant by this.

"But I know how important you are in his heart, even more than his life. Long Xinyue looked at Ruyi, who turned her head, and added with a smile, with a hint of "conspiracy succeeded" on the corner of her mouth.

Hearing the second half of Long Xinyue's words, Ruyi smiled, her brows spread, and the worry in her heart seemed to have eased a little, and she was no longer so entangled. So he said softly, "Thank you." It seems to be said to Long Crescent behind him, and it seems to be said to himself.

Crescent Moon didn't speak again, but the smile on the corner of her mouth became even worse, she stretched, let out a long breath, and closed her eyes, as if remembering the person who was also very important to her.

In a gloom in the distance, a pair of eyes stared at the white figure sitting at the door in the small courtyard, gritted his teeth, snorted coldly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then disappeared into the night silently.

At the foot of Shaomuro Mountain, in the night, a neat sound of horses' hooves came, breaking the silence in the night, but bringing a majestic aura of slaughter.

In the night, a mighty army came slowly towards Shaomuro Mountain from far and near, and the sound of horses' hooves and footsteps was uniform, like a hammer, hitting the hearts of all who could hear it.

At the front of the team, there is a big flag, fluttering in the night wind, and there are three big characters written on the flag: King of Yanmen!

After all, it was time to come, no matter morning or evening, it was only startled that the birds that had already been sleeping in the surrounding mountains and forests scattered and fled, and it seemed that they could no longer bear the vast murderous aura in the air......