Lord of the Night

Fang Che said in a heavy voice:

"Tang Zheng, do you know? Choice is the way back. If you choose to be a man and a hero today, you have also chosen the way back."

"Living in this mortal world, not everyone is a lofty ideal, and not everyone is a fighter; some people choose to live, and some people choose to be tough. People who live by themselves often live longer; but people who are tough often live longer. Die soon."

"Striving to survive, being stubborn, and going with the flow are three attitudes towards life."

“In times of peace, it’s impossible to say who is right and who is wrong.”

"but……"

Fang Che said softly: "One thing is for sure; that is...if there were not those tough people, then it would be even more difficult for those who are living alone and those who drift with the crowd!"

"Although they all died young, they are the real backbone of this continent!"

"People who are just living and people who go with the flow are actually enjoying the benefits brought by those who are tough. Sometimes, they look down on those who are tough... thinking they are fools. It is not good to live for a few more days. What? Do you have to rush to die?"

"You can't blame them for not understanding. It's because they have different outlooks on life. They chose to live, so in their opinion, living is the right thing. Even if it means surrendering, even if it means bending the knee, even if it means being a dog, only by living can there be hope."

"But a stubborn person would rather die than have the hope of living! These are two kinds of people. In fact, strictly speaking, they should be said to be two kinds of creatures."

"Those who fight continue to die, and those who survive are always enjoying the benefits they bring."

"Is it fair? It's very unfair. But there are some things that must be done by someone!"

"Only if someone does it, then the world will have hope, and groups of tough people will appear! Only then can the backbone of this continent be prevented from being completely broken!"

Tang Zheng said in confusion: "I seem to understand what you said, but I don't seem to understand..."

Fang Che smiled faintly: "You don't need to understand. Just do what you think is right. If you live a good life, not many people will blame you. If you are tough, not many people will thank you."

Tang Zheng bravely said: "Deacon Fang, in fact, according to the speed of your cultivation, your genius will soon achieve great achievements in martial arts. At that time, even Chief Zhao will be unable to do anything to you. Why do you..."

Fang Che smiled interestingly: "You want to say, why don't you practice until you are invincible in the world and then come out?"

"...That's what it means."

Actually, what Tang Zheng wants to say is, why do you want to force Chief Zhao? But Fang Che's quick brushing took the topic to the next level.

Fang Che chuckled and shook his head: "Hide in a place, practice until you are invincible and then come out... This is like those mountain gates in the world. You don't see any misery, don't care about any right and wrong, and don't have any conscience. Right? When women are bullied, it’s not because I don’t care, but because I practice in a deserted place. When people are bullied, it’s not because I don’t care, but because I didn’t see it. When innocent people are killed, it’s not because I don’t care, but because I wasn’t there. .When I become invincible, I will definitely come out to save the common people, right? Hahahaha..."

He laughed sarcastically and said: "That kind of people can't even be considered human beings, they are just grass in the mountains! Save the common people? Just them?! Invincible? Just them?!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Fang Che's laughter was full of ridicule.

After a long time, he smiled and said: "When those of us who dare to be tough are all dead... then we can count on them, hahaha..."

Just then.

A voice said calmly: "Does this deacon look down on us idlers in the mountains?"

Fang Che stopped.

I saw a man in white standing on the roadside facing the wind, standing there with a long sword on his back.

The white clothes on this person seemed to be made of special materials. They were spotless and extraordinarily white, and they looked soft and silky yet still heavy.

There is a bun on the head, held up with a white jade hairpin. Two locks of black hair naturally hang down from both sides of the face, and three strands of long beard.

He has sharp eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and a clean face.

The hilt of the long sword exposed on his back has an oddly ancient shape.

There is a natural and refined temperament all over his body.

It's like it doesn't belong to this world.

I come to the world for a visit, and I can ride the wind back at any time without leaving any trace.

Fang Che had seen this person a long time ago.

And those words just now were naturally made out of emotion.

Because just seeing this person, Fang Che naturally thought of four words in his heart: the worldly sect.

Right at this moment.

Tang Zheng was shocked to find that Deacon Fang, who was right in front of him, had disappeared out of thin air.

A clear feeling is that I am isolated from a certain world.

Tang Zheng panicked: Where is Deacon Fang?

The same goes for Fang Che.

He only felt a blur before his eyes, and then he entered a special space, with white mist billowing and boundless.

But there are only two people in the whole world.

Himself and the man in white.

Fang Che immediately remembered that night, the night when someone came to deliver the divine metal.

That's it.

As I walked, I walked into another world inexplicably.

Is the man in white in front of me still an unparalleled master?

Fang Che felt awe-struck.

I heard the man in white ask again: "Does this deacon look down on us idlers in the mountains?"

Fang Che said calmly: "Since I am an idler in the mountains, why should I care whether I can see it or not? So what if I can see it? If I don't see it, so what?"

The man in white narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "Idle people in the mountains also have tempers."

"Since you are an idler in the mountains, what right do you have to be angry with the deacon who guards the human world?"

Fang Che snorted and said sarcastically: "Are you here to buy something in the human world? Or are you here to beg for alms? Or is there something else missing in the mountains?"

He laughed and said, "You can't be here to slay demons and defend the way, right? I don't believe it!"

The man in white had a trace of sullenness on his jade-like face, and he said angrily: "It's rare for a deacon guarding the main hall to be so rude!"

Fang Che said calmly: "Really? But there are even fewer people from the outsider sects who can slay demons and protect the Tao!"

He was now in the opponent's territory. It could be said that life and death depended on the opponent's thoughts, but Fang Che had no fear in his heart.

When I faced Duan Xiyang's gun, I dared to jump forward. Who do you think you are!

But it's just death.

He said it as if someone was afraid.

So he didn't give in even an inch when he spoke!

Tit for tat.

The man in white said calmly: "How brave."

Fang Che said proudly: "If you don't have much courage, how can you face the wind and rain in the world?"

The man in white was silent and said: "Yes, you are indeed worthy of the word "face to face"!

He walked in the thick fog and said calmly: "Come with me."

The thick mist followed him forward, and the sea rolled and separated like waves.

Fang Che followed him, and in a daze, he arrived at a pavilion.

The pavilion is among the sea of ​​clouds.

In front of you is the endless sea of ​​clouds and waves.

He turned his head, but his voice became calmer and said: "What's your surname, little friend?"

"Fang! Fang Che!"

"Deacon Fang."

The man in white nodded lightly and said: "I didn't want to disturb you, but just now, I was a little touched and a little dissatisfied by what Deacon Fang said. So I had a temporary thought and argued with my little friend."

Fang Che said: "My time is precious, and I don't want to waste it on boring theories. You have to pay!"

The man in white was stunned, and then said: "I wonder what price Deacon Fang wants?"

Fang Che sneered: "I can kill a demon during the time I'm arguing with you."

The man in white was silent for a moment and said calmly: "When I leave from here, I will specifically kill three demons and come here to talk with Deacon Fang today. How about that?"

"make a deal!"

Fang Che also stood with his hands behind his back, standing next to the man in white, looking at the rolling sea of ​​clouds, and said calmly: "What do you want to talk about? Let's talk. For the sake of your money, I will have a good chat with you."

The man in white smiled slightly: "Deacon Fang is really quick to talk."

He pondered for a moment and said: "Deacon Fang said something just now. He said this... hiding in a place... That kind of people can't be considered human beings, they are just grass in the mountains! Save the common people? Just rely on them? ! Invincible? Just them?!"

He actually repeated a large section of what Fang Che had just said, word for word.

There was a hint of sullenness on Chuchen's face: "What you said meant something. Moreover, you said it because you saw me."

"So, I'm going to argue with you."

Fang Che put his hands behind his hands and said calmly, "You say it."

"As you expected, I am a member of an outsider sect. It is rare for me to leave the mountain sect a few times in my life."

The man in white said: "But the disciples of the sect are going out in batches to kill demons and protect the way, and to save the common people. Why do you say..."

"wrong!"

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Che interrupted directly: "What you said is totally wrong!"

"Why?" The man in white focused his eyes on Fang Che's face.

"Slay demons, defend the Way, and save the common people? Your disciples are not worthy of using these eight words!"

Fang Che's eyes were like arrows. He turned around and looked into the deep eyes of the man in white. Without giving in, he said unceremoniously: "That's what you call experience!"

"The so-called slaying demons, defending the Way, and saving the common people is just your experience."

"Through experience, combat experience is improved, cultivation awareness is improved, mental cultivation is prompted, personal combat power is improved, and the strength of the sect is enhanced."

Fang Che said coldly: "And your disciples, after their training, are going back to the mountains to practice better. They continue to sit on the cold stones for many years."

"Then when their cultivation reaches a bottleneck and they need to fight to break through, they come out again and carry out what you call demon-slaying and defense!"

"What's this called?"

Fang Che's eyes were cold: "I don't deny that your sect has made contributions, and it is true that in terms of behavior, you are slaying demons and defending the way, but your heart is different from a stubborn stone?"

"When you have reached the level of experience, even if the whole world is still in ruins, even if the whole world is in dire straits, you will immediately and resolutely return to the mountain!"

Fang Che showed a sarcastic smile: "What qualifications do you have to say that you will kill demons and defend the way to save the common people?!"

The man in white was silent for a moment, then said calmly: "Who in the world has no selfish motives? Do you, Deacon Fang, have no selfish motives at all? Do you, Deacon Fang, only have a pure heart for your whole life?"

An inexplicable smile appeared on Fang Che's face. At this moment, his eyes and face were iron-blooded and fierce, and his character was awe-inspiring.

He said word by word: "You asked the right person with this question!"