Lord of the Night

"No matter what happens, don't be rude."

Fang Che smiled and suddenly said seriously: "I want to apologize to the teacher first. The last time I asked the teacher for so long, I didn't ask for the teacher's name. This is rude to the students."

The old man laughed dumbly: "This is not rude. I have almost forgotten my name."

He squinted his eyes and raised his head. Countless swords and swords seemed to flash in his eyes, and then he closed his eyes again. He said softly: "My surname is Shen. As a god of gods, you can just call me old man Shen. As for my name, I won't say it. Now this mutilated body has tarnished the reputation of our ancestors!"

Fang Che nodded silently and said, "The surname Shen Lao is really rare."

The old man took two big sips of wine in a row: "This wine is really good."

With the help of alcohol, he closed his eyes and suppressed all the emotions that reminded him of the past because of the mention of his last name, and suppressed the heat rising in his eyes.

Then he opened his eyes, exhaled the smell of alcohol, and said: "A loser like me cannot talk about the past."

Fang Che wondered: "Is your injury, God, so serious? There is no hope of recovery at all?"

"Of course there is hope."

The old man Shen said calmly: "There were three people who faced the crisis situation at the same time as me. One of them is dead. The other person's cultivation has plummeted by three levels, but there is still hope of practicing again. The third person, He blocked the corpse poison for us; he endured it all himself. It is said that the guardian big shot later obtained the corpse king's inner elixir and helped him suppress it. The poison that was not eradicated was forced to one foot. And then for a long time Elixir suppresses.”

"If you want to get rid of the root, all you have to do is cut off the feet, but he doesn't want to die..."

"As for me, I had the highest level of cultivation at that time, so I suffered from the front. The root and foundation were completely destroyed. It was the martial arts academy that communicated with the upper levels, and then went to find Master Jiu."

When he mentioned the word 'Nine Masters', the old man showed a look of respect on his face. He sat upright and bowed his hands respectfully to the north, and then continued: "Nine Masters didn't have a good idea, but he gave me an immortality pill."

Fang Che lowered his head and drank to cover up the shock in his heart.

Master Jiu!

I heard this world-shaking name again!

Dongfang Jiuye!

"With this longevity pill, anyone can live for thousands of years!"

The old man smiled and said: "So I can't die even if I want to. I can only linger here and wait for hope."

"At that time, Master Jiu said that once he gets the magic medicine, he will send it to me to restore my origin. But the medicine to restore my origin... we don't have it, because there is no divine power in this world!"

The old man said: "As for the essence of divine power that can restore the original source, only the headquarters of the Solipsism has some."

"How difficult it is!"

"Besides...even if we get it, who would have thought of me, an old guy with a low reputation who lives in Baiyun Martial Academy? So many strong men with damaged origins on the mainland are eagerly waiting for this magical essence. "

"Besides, I have already enjoyed an immortality pill."

The old man smiled and picked up the wine glass: "No more extravagant requests. It's been so many years."

"Understood."

Fang Che secretly wrote down the words 'source of divine power' in his heart.

Is it the only orthodox religion?

After three rounds of drinking.

Only then did Old Man Shen start to spit out the smell of alcohol and ask: "You must have something to ask me when you come today. Tell me."

Since Fang Che followed the etiquette, Old Man Shen also followed the etiquette.

In wine club diplomacy, the most taboo thing is to talk about things right away. After drinking for three rounds, it is time for greetings, which is what everyone calls...time for business.

"That's right, there's something I'm very confused about."

Fang Che said thoughtfully: "Something happened to one of my classmates, and I'm a little unsure."

"what's the situation?"

The old man didn't take it seriously.

What big things could happen to a bunch of kids who just entered the martial arts academy?

"A classmate once offended me, but I didn't pay attention to him at the time. It was just a small provocation."

Fang Che told the story about the robbery in the Black Pine Forest, and then talked about the Qizhi Blood Spirit Ginseng.

The old man laughed heartily and kept shaking his head: "You boy is so insidious!"

"... Later when I arrived at the Wuyuan Academy, I saw that this boy suddenly became darker, thinner and sinister. He was originally a very fair-skinned scholar with a white face and a scumbag type. I was a little surprised by the change so much, so I found an opportunity to beat him a few times. .”

Fang Che frowned and said: "Every time I hit him, I always felt that he was darker than before. After a few times, the black air on his face actually rose up, like a faint smoke in front of his face. The latest time I hit him, Surprisingly, a face can be vaguely seen in the rising black mist. It is not Wei Zihao's face, but a face formed by the mist. It's very weird..."

boom!

The old man stood up suddenly, used too much force, knocked over the wine bowl in front of him, and looked at Fang Che as if he had seen a ghost.

The two eyeballs almost bulged out.

His face was full of shock and horror.

Fang Che was immediately frightened: "Old God...this, you? What...is wrong?"

The old man described the situation as terrifying, with sweat pouring out from his face and forehead, and almost all the wine he drank turned into cold sweat.

Fang Che could clearly see that even the clothes on the old man's chest were quickly soaked with sweat.

The old man stretched out his hand and grabbed Fang Che's collar, and said hastily: "Are you sure?!"

"Sure!"

"How many times did you hit him?"

"Always...a dozen times?"

"Is the black air getting thicker and thicker?"

"yes."

"Why didn't anyone else notice it? You were the only one who discovered it?" Old Man Shen asked.

"I am not sure as well."

Fang Che said: "The black mist doesn't seem to show up when facing others, or... it is triggered under what kind of mentality and emotion... but I don't know the specific reason."

Fang Che asked: "Old God, is there any problem with this?"

"The problem...the problem is big!"

The old man gasped rapidly: "What the hell, what the hell... something big is going to happen!"

The old man took a deep breath: "Who is your teacher?"

He stood up, walked around in circles in the room, and said, "No, you haven't taught me enough."

He immediately wanted to go back to his bedroom. He walked too fast and didn't look at his feet. He tripped and fell to the ground with a thud.

Fang Che was startled and quickly helped him up.

"By the bed!"

The old man's voice was low, but stern and urgent.

Even panic.

Beside the bed, there is a line. I don't know where it is.

The old man almost threw himself over, grabbed the line, and pulled it down hard.

There seemed to be a gentle ringing, then disappeared.

The old man was trembling a little. He grabbed Fang Che's arm and walked slowly out of the bedroom. He sat down at the table again and looked at the table full of fine wine and delicacies. For a moment, he felt like he had a lump in his throat.

Can't eat or drink.

He looked at Fang Che with his eyes firmly and said: "Fang Che, what you are talking about must be false!"

Fang Che was also confused: "How could this be false?"

is talking.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

There are three more people in the room.

Fang Che turned around and was completely shocked.

Huang Yifan!

HD woo!

Mr. Menghe!

Baiyun Martial Arts Academy has the highest status and the highest cultivation level. They are also the three people in the guardian sequence!

In other words, if the sky falls, these three people will also be the most reliable ones!

"Master Meng is here too."

The old man stood up unexpectedly.

There was a gentle smile on Meng Hejun's beautiful face: "I just came back last night, just in time for you to ring the bell once in two hundred years."

Huang Yifan swallowed his saliva: "Old God, you have prepared good wine and good food, and you want us to come over and drink with you? Not bad, not bad, I haven't eaten yet."

He stretched out his hand and dragged two chairs over, gave one to Meng Hejun, and then he sat down on one unceremoniously. He stretched out his hand and waved, and several large bowls flew over. He picked up the wine jar and started pouring wine.

As for Gao Qingyu who was still standing, the current head of Baiyun Martial Arts Academy ignored him.

Gao Qingyu didn't pay attention to these little things at all. He just stared at the old man Shen's face, looking at the cold sweat that had not dried on his face, and frowned: "Is this sweat?"

Then he pulled up a chair and sat down, saying, "What happened?"

Then the three people's eyes looked at Fang Che's face at the same time: "Is it related to this kid?"

The old man smiled bitterly: "Yes. Sit down and talk."

Mr. Meng He also sat down at a leisurely pace. There were five people sitting at a small table, which suddenly seemed a little crowded.

"What is this kid doing here?"

Huang Yifan looked at Fang Che.

Fang Che had already stood up.

He himself did not expect that his discovery would actually lead to the old man bringing in three big shots.

What's going on? Fang Che's mind is still in chaos.

Huang Yifan waved his hand and said, "Go back first. You have nothing to do here."

Huang Yifan knew something, and he was still doubting Fang Che's identity - was he really a traitor to the Yixin Sect?

During this period of time, as more and more discoveries were made, Fang Che's identity as a traitor to the Yixin Sect seemed to be becoming more and more solid.

This made Huang Yifan even more undecided.

Even more unclear.

Especially since the last time I saw Dongfang Sansan, under Dongfang Sansan's warning, the idea that 'Fang Che is a good person' has long since disappeared. (For details, see Chapter 29 of Part 2, The Four Teachings.)

Huang Yifan firmly believes that anyone in the world can make mistakes, but Dongfang Sansan cannot be wrong.

Therefore, his own thoughts and opinions towards Fang Che were also leaning towards the 'senior traitor seed'.

Now he was afraid that the old man would discover Fang Che's secret and would not be able to use this line in the future, so he quickly drove this guy away.

but……

"He can't leave!"

The old man stopped him immediately.

"All the clues are on him, how could he leave?!"

Huang Yifan suddenly broke out in sweat on his forehead.

That’s what I said!

This old guy has indeed discovered Fang Che's identity. Why the hell are you such an idiot to directly tell him that all the clues are now on him?

Aren't you just trying to scare someone away?

Huang Yifan winked at the old man and said, "What are you doing here, a new student? Let's go, let's go."

The old man said angrily: "Why are you winking at me? Why do you know what you know and you drive people away?"

Huang Yifan's anxious face was sweating: "What the hell...what the hell..."