Lord of the Night

Dongfang Sansan frowned.

Gifts are indeed a problem.

The gift is too light to handle, after all, the Yin Shen Palace must give away treasures.

If the gift I gave you was not as good as that big devil from Yin Shen Palace, wouldn't that be an embarrassment to someone?

However, if the gift is heavy and it may be discovered and suspected, it will increase the chance of Fang Che being exposed.

Master Jiu was melancholy.

I never dreamed before that I would be troubled by something like this.

If someone else gets married, any calligraphy written by Dongfang Sansan will be regarded as a family heirloom, but... Fang Che can't do that. If you write a calligraphy by yourself and it is hung on the wall... it is definitely an act of seeking death.

"Give Ye Meng a top-quality marrow-cleansing pill to wash away the erysipelas, and then give him a top-quality Yuan-Building Pill to replenish the essence; hey, these are a bit light for Fang Che's sake, but considering Yueying's identity, this The gifts are too heavy. I might as well give them to Fang Che and let him arrange them."

"But what to give Fang Che?"

Dongfang Sansan remembered the intelligence that Che had seized the flying knife; he frowned, "A secret book of the Thirteen Deadly Knives? Not enough, um... He has the Divine Phaseless Jade in his hand, and he probably doesn't know how to use it yet. Give it to him Two God Fusion Pills, tell him how to use the Divine Phaseless Jade."

"He is already at the middle level of Wuhou. He should be able to bear it when he breaks through to the king level... It is better to break through to the high king level, or it is better to break through the emperor level and then fuse the divine phaseless jade... Otherwise, the evil spirit will destroy his sanity. .”

Dongfang Sansan's eyes flashed with light, and he finally decided: "That's it."

At this moment, he somewhat regretted that Xue Fuxiao forced himself to take the almost extinguished amethyst soul after bringing it back.

Therefore, the spiritual consciousness is expanded and the power of the soul is enhanced, which can also be considered in the longer term.

But now I feel...it's better to give all those things to Fang Che.

"What's the use of these things for me... Hey. My plans are enough now... Mainland's reserve force is the top priority."

Sigh.

Dongfang Sansan immediately called Xue Fuxiao.

In any case, he is required to run errands. Although he is a little embarrassed, he really has to do this.

But it requires a separate reason. If he knew that he was just calling him to run errands, he would probably be angry.

So he must be willing to do it.

"What are you calling me for?"

Xue Fuxiao came excitedly.

Dongfang Sansan has never taken the initiative to call me, but today he was so sensible and took the initiative to call me.

Lord Xue, just give him some face.

"I always felt that something was wrong about what you said last time about the Yidong Gun Demon. You came back and said that Duan Xiyang was lying to you, and the real purpose was the Amethyst Soul. I just remembered that this is wrong."

Dongfang Sansan is very experienced in dealing with Xue Fuxiao.

Without batting an eye, I came up with a reason.

Xue Fuxiao was stunned, blinked and said, "You mean, he didn't lie to me?"

"In this matter, Duan Xiyang should not be able to lie to others. What I am thinking now is... if we think in the direction of him lying to you, it will lead to indifference to this matter. If the devil's sect If they send experts while we are indifferent and find them in the southeast... it will be a big disadvantage for us."

Dongfang Sansan said worriedly.

"This...is not necessarily true?" Xue Fuxiao hesitated.

"Last time it was Duan Xiyang who came in person. Who is Duan Xiyang? He came here alone to look for it. So you can imagine how important this matter is."

"But Duan Xiyang said last time that the inheritance of Yidong Gun Demon has no chance with him." Xue Fuxiao said.

"Look at you, where is your brain?"

Dongfang Sansan cursed skillfully.

When Master Jiu scolds people, he always only scolds two people: Xue Fuxiao and Rui Qianshan.

Because given his status, it would be too harsh to say this to others! What others can’t bear.

But Xue Fuxiao and Rui Qianshan were exceptions.

A fool or a bitch, they don't care...

Therefore, Dongfang Sansan can only have fun with them.

Sure enough, Xue Fuxiao touched her head and said, "What does it have to do with the brain?"

Dongfang Sansan lectured: "Duan Xiyang told you about the inheritance of Yidong Gun Demon. He did not lie to you, but he just lied to you. Let me ask you, is there anyone else in this world who is better than Duan? Sunset knows better about guns?"

"No more!" Xue Fuxiao shook her head honestly.

"So who is most likely to find this inheritance?" Dongfang Sansan asked.

"Duan Xiyang." Xue Fuxiao replied.

"Yes, and we thought he was lying and gave up the search. With Duan Xiyang's cultivation, if there is no obstacle, can he find it since he knows the general direction?" Dongfang Sansan squinted his eyes.

"Yes! It definitely can!" Xue Fuxiao suddenly became nervous: "What...what should I do?"

"What should I do!? Are you asking me?"

Dongfang Sansan said angrily: "Let me ask you, in this world, among our guardians, who knows Duan Xiyang's methods best?"

"Me!" Xue Fuxiao said without thinking.

"If Duan Xiyang really comes, who can spot him first?" Dongfang Sansan continued to ask.

"Me!" Xue Fuxiao patted her chest.

"If Duan Xiyang really found the inheritance, who can stop him?" Dongfang Sansan asked again.

"Me!" Xue Fuxiao proudly raised her chest.

"Then you still won't go?"

Dongfang Sansan glared: "Why should we patrol Southeast seven or eight times as quickly as possible to make sure?"

"What you are saying is that I was indeed careless in this matter."

Xue Fuxiao began to review.

"Go ahead."

Dongfang Sansan waved.

"Good!"

Xue Fuxiao came out through the window, whew!

"Hey, come back!"

Dongfang Sansan shouted.

call out!

Xue Fuxiao came back again, confused and a little anxious: "What else is there? I can't delay this matter. The consequences will be too serious."

"It's nothing serious. I remembered the information from the past few days. I just happened to take care of it when you went to the southeast."

Dongfang Sansan looked unconcerned and said, "Fang Che and Ye Meng are getting married. You can drop by and send some congratulatory gifts."

"It's a small thing, just a casual thing."

"Well, that's all. Just give them to Fang Che, and then tell him how to use them and what to pay attention to. Do you understand?"

"I know better than you!"

"Don't just focus on giving gifts and forget to patrol and look for Duan Xiyang!"

"Don't worry, giving gifts is just a courtesy, patrolling is a big deal. Am I such an ignorant person?"

Xue Fuxiao was dissatisfied.

Sansan actually doesn’t trust me!

"Go!"

call out!

Xue Fuxiao disappeared.

Dongfang Sansan smiled after a moment.

"Hanhan... Duan Xiyang really didn't lie to you..."

"That one-hole gun demon inheritance... he really can't find it. It really doesn't belong to him. Otherwise, when would he not be able to find the black golden gun that has been in the Only Self Orthodox Church for tens of thousands of years?"

"But it's a good thing to let you go on a patrol...so as not to make me angry at home. Well, give me something specifically for Fang Che. Thank you for running errands."

…

On the fourth day of their wedding, Fang Che went on duty as usual.

After Fang Che left, the four people from Yinshen Palace also quietly disappeared.

Fang Che walked out of the house, listening to the whining wind in the air, and murmured: "The wind is really strong today."

Since the beginning of spring, the wind in Baiyunzhou has almost never stopped, but it is particularly strong today.

There were whistles on the ground, countless big trees were swaying in the wind, and the newly grown buds were swaying crazily in the wind, making sharp sounds like ghosts crying and gods howling.

Fang Che walked against the wind, his arms blown by the wind, and his clothes made a crackling sound. For a moment, I even felt like I could fly with the wind to the end of the world as long as I didn't resist.

On the street, dust and dirt were flying, sand and gravel were flying, and the sky was dark and the earth was dark.

With a click, a thick branch of a sycamore tree not far away was blown off, spinning and falling down, like an evil spirit coming from the strong wind, covering the sky and the earth.

"The wind today is so strong that it's a bit weird."

Fang Che caught the branch and frowned. Such branches may have caused damage to people's houses. In an instant, the branches were shattered by him and turned into countless powders that flew away in the wind.

Looking up, I saw countless debris flying densely in the air.

There were even large pieces of things whistling and being carried by the wind.

Fang Che walked and cleaned up along the way.

Passing by some crumbling houses, I threw a piece of silver into them.

Hearing the shouts of surprise from inside, Fang Che had a smile on his face.

Stride forward in the wind.

"This is how life should be. Husbands should go against the wind! No matter how dark the wind and rain are in this world, only those who go against the wind will truly understand how this kind of confrontation can make people's hearts and minds sober."

All the way to the guard hall, Fang Che had a very good temper and arranged for the deacons to go out to patrol the streets.

"As for the slums, go and see more. The wind is too strong today, and there will definitely be places affected by the disaster."

Fang Che warned: "The poorer the family, the more vulnerable they are. For the rich, enjoying the scenery of snow around the stove is a hurdle that the poor families cannot overcome. Pay more attention and help if you can."

"We are all cultivators, and everyone should be more generous when doing things."

All the deacons agreed one by one and quickly went out one by one. They all feel that Mr. Fang has become much more humane in the past few days.

Especially today, all kinds of warnings make people feel that Mr. Fang truly has great kindness in his heart.

Fang Che also felt that his temper had improved a lot in the past few days. He even didn't hit the lame Hong Er in the past few days.

This made Cripple Hong Er burst into tears of gratitude. He hadn't been beaten for a few days and felt that he had earned something.

After the arrangements were made, Fang Che still felt a little uneasy when he saw everyone going out.

So he also took Tang Zheng out for a walk.

…

Zuo Guanglie and other ten people headed all the way to Beicheng. Along the way, they felt that the wind today was very violent.

But they had a favorable wind heading north today, and they were almost pushed by the wind along the way. Instead, they felt very relaxed and even had to control their speed.

Although Mr. Fang has been harsh on everyone during this period, it is indeed good for everyone. At least during this period, everyone felt the progress of their cultivation.

This makes everyone more confident and ambitious.

Even Zuo Guanglie was thinking that if he performed a few more meritorious deeds, he would be able to meet the standards of a chief deacon.

By then, he will be ready for promotion.

"Brothers, keep your eyes open."

Zuo Guanglie stepped into the wind, and was pushed by the strong wind behind him, as if he was being pushed forward by a big and sturdy hand. He felt particularly comfortable, and he said with a look of smugness on his face: "I have already planned it. When I become successful, Chief Deacon, I have to treat you well, and then prepare to propose marriage. I am ready to marry my wife!"

"Mr. Ju promised you?"

A person next to him asked curiously: "If I remember correctly, Mr. Ju seemed to have rejected you last year."

Zuo Guanglie laughed loudly: "I am the chief deacon. Last year, I was the silver star deacon. I am not the right person. Isn't it normal to be rejected? But now I am also a gold star, and my merits are not far from the chief deacon. Let's add it to the list. Jin, I’m on the same level as that bitch, how can she reject me?”

"But they didn't say they would agree to it when you become the chief deacon."

Another cool swish stabbed.

"What the hell!"

Zuo Guanglie was furious and said with black lines on his face: "If you can't speak, just shut up. No one will treat you as a mute."

The man immediately shrank his neck.

Another deacon said with a smile: "Don't mention it. Although Mr. Fang is a bit strict and harsh, working under him is really rewarding."

"Mr. Fang is a talented person."

Zuo Guanglie sighed and said: "But this temper is indeed strong. If Mr. Fang can lower his head and eliminate the misunderstanding from Chief Zhao, I'm afraid the future will be limitless."

"If Mr. Fang can bow his head, then he is not Mr. Fang."

Another person obviously had a different opinion and said: "Speaking of it, Mr. Fang has been tolerant enough. Anyone else would have been unable to bear the kind of suppression like Chief Zhao, and would have resigned and left. It's too bullying and insulting." .”

"But Mr. Fang still persevered, and made more and more contributions. He climbed up to the position of chief deacon, and the next step is to become the hall master!"

"Thinking about Mr. Fang's behavior in those few days, I understand it. It's really... shameless."

Everyone sighed.

I don't know since when, when everyone was together and talking, the topic started to turn towards Mr. Fang.

And there are so many topics.

Someone had a sudden thought and said, "I wonder if Mr. Fang and Deacon Zhao will have any drama?"

"Deacon Zhao hasn't come back yet."

Zuo Guanglie frowned and said, "Mr. Fang is very thoughtful, and no one can see what his plans are. But in my opinion, with Deacon Zhao... there must be more than 60% chance."

"Then there are still 40% left?"

"The 40% depends on what Deacon Zhao does. As the saying goes, a woman chases a man even though they are separated by clothes. If Deacon Zhao can be ruthless, do it non-stop, and force Mr. Fang... then this matter Even if the son is not successful, he will be successful."

Suddenly everyone burst into laughter.

So there was a lot of discussion about what kind of strong means should be used.

When a group of grown men, especially those who have been wandering around the edge of life and death all year round, speak, they are really unscrupulous.

Everyone was chatting and joking as they hurried on their way. It didn't take long before they arrived at Beicheng.

Looking at the drum tower high up in the distance that had been smashed and renovated into a brand new one, the strong wind passed through the drum tower, making the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Zuo Guanglie sighed: "That night, it was really like a dream."

At this time, I heard someone smiling and asking: "Why does it suddenly feel like a dream?"

Zuo Guanglie said: "You still ask, I have told you many times, but here..."

At this point, something suddenly felt wrong.

Why haven't you heard this voice?

He hurriedly turned his head to look, but he immediately took a mouthful of dust and grinned. Even the flesh on his face was shaken by the strong wind.

Look closely.

Standing in front of him was a middle-aged and elderly scholar-like figure wearing white clothes, tall and tall, eight feet tall, and with a gaunt face.

Just standing here, elegant and graceful.

He was looking at himself with smiling eyes.

Behind the old man in white, dust was flying, yellow sand filled the sky, and the strong wind blew everything up almost cruelly.

But the old man in white was actually spotless.

Even the white robe seemed to be still, motionless.

He stood here, seemingly blocking the wind and sand in the sky. It could only hover behind him and never reach in front of him.

Zuo Guanglie and the nine brothers were all stunned, completely unaware of where this old man came from.

It just appeared next to him like a ghost.

It's really a bit evil.

"Who is this...senior?"

Zuo Guanglie remained vigilant, placing his left hand behind his back and swinging it slightly.

The other nine people understood and quietly took a few steps away. Someone already had a signal in his hand.

"You are Deacon Zuo Guanglie, right?" The man in white smiled and asked kindly.

"Yes, Zuo Guanglie is here, you are..."

Zuo Guanglie was shocked and uncertain.

The person in front of me didn't seem to have any malicious intent or murderous intent. Could it be that he was a senior guarding the hall or a guardian?

The man in white smiled faintly and said, "It's really Deacon Zuo. I'll be relieved if I find the real person."

Zuo Guanglie was even more confused, scratched his head and said, "Senior, why are you looking for me...for what reason?"

"Since I'm looking for you, it's natural that I have something important to do."

The man in white raised his eyes, smiled and introduced himself: "I'm in the Yin Shen Palace."

"It turns out to be Senior Yin..."

Zuo Guanglie was about to say hello with a smile when he suddenly reacted and took three steps back suddenly. Cold sweat broke out all over his body, and he was dumbfounded as if he had seen a ghost: "Yin...Yin Shen Palace?"

"it's me."

Yinshen Palace put his hands behind his back and nodded with a smile.

Zuo Guanglie opened his mouth to shout, but he was so excited that he couldn't scream. The deacon behind him had already shot at the same time, and four rockets shot into the sky at the same time.

However, it fell silently without even rising three feet.

"Deacon Zuo, let's go have a chat outside the city. Do you want me to invite you there, or do you just follow me?"

Yinshen Palace smiled.

Qinghui's face already showed a bit of ferocity.

Zuo Guanglie was cold all over, and his heart was full of despair. He opened his mouth to curse, but found that he could no longer make a sound.

His body fell down weakly, and his desperate eyes looked out at the moment he fell. He only saw his nine brothers, who had already fallen to the ground.

I could only hear the voice of the Yin Temple sighing softly: "The wind is blowing with the yellow sand and the sky is getting dark. How can I enjoy the spring in March? When the wind and dust are quiet next year, the flowers will bloom and they will no longer have the spirit of today."

The strong wind howled more and more, and the dust suddenly rolled up. The whole space was dim, and no one could be seen at all.

As soon as the figure of Yin Shen Palace swayed in the wind and sand, it led Zuo Guanglie and ten other people into the wind and sand.

Disappear.

The wind became more and more violent, as if the sky was angry, and the sand and gravel it blew made the whole city sound like violent hail.

…

Fang Che took Tang Zheng and slowly patrolled the streets.

The wind was howling, and the sand was filling the sky. The whole city was like a demon, and the streets and alleys were empty without a single pedestrian.

Sometimes facing the wind, sometimes with the wind, the two of them walked in such a big city, but it felt like they were walking in a vast desert sandstorm.

Tang Zheng tried his best to keep up, but still felt a faint pain from the wind and sand hitting his body.

After turning all the way around, we are now at the territory where Hong Er Laizi and others are responsible.

At a glance, Fang Che felt satisfied. He had been here before and it was a bit chaotic, but now it was in order.

In such windy weather, there wasn't much chaos.

Except for the signboards of several shops that were directly scratched off, there was nothing else.

It seems that these two cripples have been working hard recently.

Yun Gong listened for a while and soon heard Hong Er's lame voice.

"Are all the original residents here? Where is the information? Bring it out and let me compare it... Well, it's not bad. No new faces have come to live in the past six months?"

"Let me take a look at your inn's accommodation records during this period, especially those who are still staying in the inn."

"Clean up here, it's so dirty."

"What is this for? What is this for? I can't take it, take it back quickly! You are bribing the officials guarding the main hall!!"

The voice of the boss next to him: "Lao Hong, we still follow the previous rules... um, uh uh..."

Apparently, he was then gagged by Hong Er, who said in an urgent voice: "Master, stop talking, master! If others do this, they will be scolded and fired, but if I do it, it will cost me my life..." "

"Why is it fatal?"

In the roaring wind, Mr. Fang put his hands behind his back. Shi Shiran smiled and emerged from the yellow sand with Tang Zheng. Shi Shiran came over and said, "Deacon Hong, please explain. What is the 'this thing' you just mentioned?" Son?"

Hong Er's eyes were filled with despair: "Mr. Fang... I was wrong."

"What's wrong?"

Fang Che smiled.

"me……"

Cripple Hong Er started to tremble.

"What did you want to give him just now?" Fang Che asked the innkeeper.

"That's right, that's right..." The boss's eyes were flustered.

"You gave him something to stop him from checking your inn?" Fang Che asked.

"me……"

The boss was completely panicked.

Fang Che's face had turned cold and he said calmly: "Tang Zheng, gather people and seal off this Youpeng Inn. No one is allowed in or out. I want to see, why don't you let me check?"

Cripple Hong Er shivered on the side and said: "Mr. Fang, this is my fault. The boss of this company is from my hometown, so I occasionally took care of him before... I really didn't accept any bribes. He gave them all to my hometown. Little pickles. But now, I don’t even dare to accept the little pickles..."

As he spoke, he opened the baggage in the boss's hand.

Suddenly a smell arose.

Sure enough, it was a pack of pickles.

Fang Che glanced at it, then stuffed it into the hand of Hong Er Lai Zi, and said calmly: "You'd better pray that there are no people from the Demon Cult here, otherwise, Er Lai Zi, you and your fellow... Haha, you don't need me. Did you say it?"

"clear."

Cripple Hong Er was sweating coldly.

The deacons came quickly and sealed the inn.

Fang Che personally went in to check one by one, and found that there were indeed many people living inside. After calling them out one by one, Fang Che suddenly felt a little better.

There were at least seven people in the inn where fellow Hong Er lame fellow lived, and they had similar temperaments to Zhao Wushang and others.

But the identities are normal.

Fang Che checked up quietly. When he got upstairs, he intentionally or unintentionally approached the window and squinted down.

I saw Cripple Hong Er standing far away, looking over here, with an expression that seemed a little annoyed.

Fang Che withdrew his gaze.

Step downstairs.

"It's OK."

He looked at the boss calmly and said: "But in the future, we must keep in mind that if there are any unidentified people coming to stay, we must report it."

He patted the boss on the shoulder with his hand and said earnestly: "This is the fate of our people in Baiyun Continent. Although you are businessmen and mainly make money, but... only when the world is safe, can you make more money, right? Therefore, you also have a great responsibility. It is not easy!"

He nodded: "Thank you for your hard work. I believe in you."

The boss was moved to tears; "Don't worry, Mr. Fang, I will definitely live up to Mr. Fang's expectations."

Fang Che waved his hand; "Catch the team, everyone has worked hard!"

He walked out as if nothing had happened, completely calm.

He waved to everyone who greeted him along the way, with a spring breeze on his face.

Cripple Hong Er looked at Fang Che coming out and walked over with some anxiety: "Mr. Fang, how are you doing?"

"fine."

Fang Che laughed and said, "It seems that you have been paying attention during this period."

Cripple Hong Er chuckled and said, "Mr. Fang praised me."

Fang Che nodded and said seriously: "However, this problem with your mouth needs to be corrected. Otherwise, I will beat you."

"I don't dare anymore. I don't dare anymore."

Fang Che laughed and turned around.

…

Tang Zheng followed him all the way and didn't feel anything unusual about Mr. Fang today.

Seeing the afternoon.

The strong wind did not weaken at all, but became more and more crazy.

Tang Zheng murmured: "The wind is always like this in spring, but it is especially strong today, but fortunately, the wind stopped when it got dark."

Fang Che looked up at the treetops fluttering in the sky, raised his hand to smash it with a stone, shook his head and said: "Today's wind may not stop at night. If it is stronger at night, I'm afraid Baiyunzhou will start tomorrow Large-scale disaster relief.”

Tang Zhengdao: "I'm afraid we have to start disaster relief now. We in the city still feel the wind is so strong, and those outside the city feel even more uncomfortable. I'm afraid many houses have been blown down by the wind."

"It should be better." Fang Che shook his head: "Some time ago, there was a snow disaster and a volcano. Many people outside the city have now moved to the city; those who are still outside the city have basically reinforced their houses. It's just right. Cope with this storm."

"That's what Mr. Fang said."

At this moment, Fang Che's expression suddenly changed.

There was a fluctuation in the Five Spirit Gu, and someone sent a message.

Fang Che looked at it calmly.

It turned out to be news from the Yin Shen Palace.

"Come quickly to the mountain village in the north of the city."

The mountain village in the north of the city?

Isn't that a small village? Why did Yin Shen Palace suddenly arrive there? Shouldn't he be at home?

Fang Che suddenly felt an extremely bad premonition in his heart.

My heart suddenly stopped beating for two beats.

After calming down, he turned to Tang Zheng and said, "You should go back and guard the main hall first. I have something to deal with."

"You can go ahead."

Tang Zhengdao: "I'll go around the slums ahead again. I'll go back after that."

"good."

Fang Che only felt a little confused. After agreeing, he turned around and jumped up. The strong wind roared, as if he was blown directly up. The shadow disappeared in the air with a flash.

The whole journey was very windy and lightning-fast, and soon we arrived at the north city wall, where we directly lifted into the wind and floated out of the city.

A strong wind was raging outside the city, and the sky was completely dark.

Fang Che was swaying all the way in the wind and sand.

But he was thinking urgently in his heart.

What's going on over there in Kaoshantun? Why did you go to Yinshen Palace?

What did he call himself to do?

But after thinking about it, I didn't have any clue. I just felt heavy in my heart and had a vague feeling that something bad was about to happen.

…

Kaoshan Village is located in the north of Baiyunzhou City, about a hundred miles away, with a high mountain on its back, hence its name.

Fang Che approached and saw that there were only seventy or eighty households in Kaoshan Village, all clustered together. Occasionally, smoke rose from the chimney on the roof, and was then swept away by the strong wind.

The strong wind closed all the houses.

However, it doesn't look like anything happened.

"Master, I'm here."

Fang Che sent a message.

Yinshen Palace quickly replied: "Valley in the mountains."

Fang Che left looking for it.

From a distance, he saw Mu Lin standing on a big tree, his white robe fluttering.

Fang Che came over in a flash and said with a smile: "Second Master, in this weather, why are you interested in coming to a place like this?"

Mu Linyuan's face was gloomy, as if he didn't want to speak, and he said calmly: "Follow me."

The white robe fluttered and he led the way.

Fang Che was stunned, and suddenly his heart began to beat wildly.

Following Mu Lin into the distance, we saw a deep, dark cave among the rocks.

Yinshen Palace stood in front of the cave with his hands behind his back.

Seeing Fang Che coming, he smiled.

"Master, did you call me?" Fang Che stepped forward.

Yinshen Palace smiled faintly, took a few steps with his hands behind his back, turned around, stood side by side with Fang Che, facing the cave, and said lightly: "Look at this cave, how do you feel?"

Cave?

You called me here from so far away just to see this cave?

Monk Fang Chezhang was confused.

When I approached the cave with a confused look on my face, I felt a strange feeling, as if there was a sharp energy coming from the cave.

This is a kind of sharpness that splits the heaven and the earth and cuts through the world of mortals!

Although the years have passed, this kind of atmosphere has always existed.

The cave is round in shape, with the same width and height, almost three feet. It's just so dark that I don't know how deep it is inside.

Fang Che took a look and was surprised. The cave wall turned out to be slippery.

Yinshen Palace looked at his shocked expression and couldn't help but smile, saying, "Do you know how deep this cave is?"

Fang Che made an estimate and said, "It must be several dozen feet, right?"

"A few dozen feet?"

Yin Shen Palace smiled faintly: "The total length is 2,300 feet! It runs through this mountain and the other connected mountain. At the end of the cave, it breaks out of the mountain there... only three feet thick!"

"Hiss, so long!" Fang Che smacked his tongue.

"Is there anything else unusual?" Yinshen Palace asked.

"This cave is round. Why is this cave wall so smooth? It seems to have been specially polished." Fang Che looked inside the cave and saw that it was all like this.

There is not even a single shaped stone, they are all smooth and flat, and the light is discernible.

It looks like it has been painted over, but painting will not have such an effect.

It was as if someone had completely polished the stones on the cave wall. All the stones were polished flat, completely neat, and extremely smooth. There is even a feeling of patina.

"How is this done?"

Fang Che was stunned: "You have to spend so much effort to build such a cave?"

"This is not repaired."

Yinshen Palace looked at Fang Che and smiled lightly: "This is a resort."

"Jianghu resort?"

Fang Che was stunned.

"This cave has existed for at least tens of thousands of years. In the past tens of thousands of years, I don't know how many Jianghu people have been here. If others don't tell me, they just say that the head protector of our Solipsism, Mr. Duan Xiyang, the Bone-Shattering Dream Gun, is here. When I was young, I lived in this cave for ten years!"

Yin Shen Palace Road.

"Duan Xiyang has lived here for ten years?"

Fang Che was shocked.

Jianghu resort.

Duan Xiyang has lived here for ten years!

What's so magical about this cave?

Thinking of the sharpness he had just felt, Fang Che's mind flashed, and he suddenly took three steps back, dumbfounded: "This... was this shot with a gun?"

"good."

Yinshen Palace said: "Have you ever heard of the Yidong Gun Demon?"

Fang Che really knew it, and he just knew it not long ago.

"I've heard of this person, but I don't know what he did. It's too long ago."

Fang Che said.

"The Yidong Gun Demon belongs to ancient times..."

Yinshen Palace said: "It's great that you can still remember this name. But do you know how the name Yidong Gun Demon came from?"

"Is it because of this hole?"

Fang Che asked.

"good."

Yin Shen Palace said: "His name back then was the Black Gold Spear Demon. It is said that when he fought with his opponent, he shot in the air, and the opponent dodged, but the gun energy was like a dragon, and the gun intention went forward without hesitation, and it directly pierced such a hole!"

"So from then on, he became known as the Gun Demon."

"The spear spirit is condensed, so... after countless changes over the years, many places have changed and lost their original landforms, but these two mountains have remained standing."

"And this hole has always existed. When Master Duan Xiyang perfected his marksmanship, he came here again and reinforced the mountain again."

"So on these two mountains, no matter how plants grow, they grow extremely slowly. Because the mountains are integrated, it is too difficult to take root."

Yinshen Palace looked at Fang Che and smiled: "What do you think will happen to such a mountain after many, many years?"

Fang Che said without thinking: "Ore vein! And it must be a jade mine."

"Yes."

Yin Shen Palace nodded and said: "After this battle, the Wujin Spear Demon went into seclusion. When he came out of seclusion again, he could control his spear spirit freely. There will never be such a situation where his spiritual energy is out of control like one shot piercing a mountain or a hole." Phenomenon. So this hole becomes a hole left by the Gun Demon in the world...it can be regarded as a relic."

Fang Che couldn't help but click his tongue.

Listening to this meaning, when this one-hole gun demon pierced two mountains with one shot, his cultivation had not yet reached his peak.

Before reaching the peak, this is already... like this?

So what is the peak of this person?

Fang Che stared at the cave with his eyes widened.

My heart is full of shock!

…

"You said you wanted to practice shooting that day, so I thought of this. It is said that this shot comes from the clouds, condenses white cloud energy, penetrates the sun and moonlight, and can change the color of the sky and the earth, and move the faces of ghosts and gods. So, from then on... …Slowly, Baiyun Continent came into existence.”

Yin Shen Palace said: "The spear intention has persisted throughout modern and ancient times and has always remained. Although after tens of thousands of years, the sharp spear intention has been worn away a lot, but it is still felt until now."

"Yes!"

Fang Che was leisurely fascinated.

Thinking of the majesty of the Wujin Spear Demon who jumped into the sky, gathered the wind and clouds, and stabbed the mountains and rivers into discoloration with one spear, I couldn't help but tremble all over my body.

So cool!

Slowly walking into the cave, stroking the smooth cave wall, imagining the overwhelming power when the gun intent penetrated the sky and the earth.

Fang Che's heart was filled with desire.

If I……

The Yin Shen Palace also walked in, and Mulinyuan and the other three followed the master and apprentice without saying a word and with heavy expressions on their faces.

He was even a little worried, but he tried his best to hide it from Fang Che.

"If it were a normal hole, if such a strong wind blows in, there will definitely be a sound like wind and thunder inside, but this hole doesn't have that at all. The wind can't get in at all."

"For so many years, the Spear Intention has been fighting against the wind, frost, snow and rain, and against the time of heaven and earth, and it has never dissipated. Now it has become very faint. Maybe, in a few thousand years... the snow will cover the entrance of the cave. But the Spear Intention still exists. time, no."

Yinshen Palace said calmly: "This is the lifelong pursuit of warriors like us."

Fang Che said: "Master, what level is it to have cultivated to this point?"

Yin Shen Palace was silent for a moment and said: "I don't know, but he should be the God of War."

He sighed deeply and said: "It should be impossible to be a teacher in this life. It depends on you whether you can get to this point. You said that day that you wanted to be the head teacher, hehe..."

Yin Shen Palace smiled and said: "Now that Duan Xiyang is the leader, his cultivation level has surpassed that of this shot."

Fang Che had a black streak on his head.

I felt like I was bragging a little too much that day.

…

While Yinshen Palace was talking, he led Fang Che inside.

Fang Che walked and looked at the cave wall.

He felt like he was walking in a big tube.

Even if you are already walking inside, it is hard to imagine that this was shot with a single shot.

The further we walked, the darker it became, straight and black.

Listening to the echo of footsteps, Fang Che was a little confused, should he keep walking?

But Yinshen Palace kept walking, and Fang Che had no choice but to follow with his head down.

Simply walk all the way to study the meaning of this gun.

Although it is no longer possible to study it, the sharpness of a spear flying from the sky and piercing it can still be felt.

Fang Che felt and communicated with the elves in the consciousness space.

The elf is now working hard to transform the divine metal into a spear. Now the prototype has basically come out.

This sharp spear intent came in, and the elf immediately understood something.

So he started to capture the gun spirit and attached it to the metal of spiritual consciousness...

Moving forward.

Fang Che's nose moved, and he suddenly stopped, a little shocked: "Is there someone in front?"

"Someone."

Yin Shen Gong said calmly, put his hands behind his back and continued to move forward.

"Who is it?"

Fang Che's heartbeat suddenly accelerated inexplicably.

"It's someone you know very well."

Yinshen Palace smiled faintly and waved his palm.

A ray of fire slowly flew by and lit a few candles that had been placed here for a long time.

Suddenly the cave became bright.

In front, several people were lying on the ground, unconscious.

At a glance, Fang Che suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole body was cold, a thunder flashed in his mind, he felt dizzy for a moment, and his eyes went black.

Under the candlelight, in the cave, the person at the front had his eyes closed, and his face came into Fang Che's eyes.

It is none other than Zuo Guanglie, the deacon of Jinxing who guards the main hall of Baiyunzhou!

Fang Che only felt that the blood all over his body suddenly solidified.