Lord of the Night

"Mr. Fang is here."

"Hello, Mr. Fang."

"Thank you, Mr. Fang."

There were countless old deacons squeezing forward, some pulling Fang Che aside alone, and some directly surrounding Fang Che with dozens of people...

Then one by one, they tried their best to stuff money and resources into Fang Che's hands.

"Mr. Fang, we know these are too few, but...it is too heavy for you to come up with it yourself. We don't want this title anymore. We must ask Mr. Fang to accept these..."

"It can be considered that we have done our part for the brothers who sacrificed their lives... and done our best."

"Yeah yeah……"

Everyone is very honest and wants to contribute.

Our brothers, our comrades, and our comrades-in-arms, we can’t let Mr. Fang go out alone, right? So who are we?

Now that the fire has started, I will add more firewood even if I die!

People have the same mind and the same reason.

More and more people did this, and Fang Che became helpless.

Because this matter really shouldn’t be expanded.

He simply jumped onto the high platform, waved for everyone to stop, and then said loudly: "I understand everyone's thoughts and everyone's behavior, but I can only do this by myself. Please don't do it anymore." Worried about me."

"Also, why can I do it in my own name? Because, although we know that this is a good thing, it is not a good thing for the world's guardians, because there will inevitably be comparisons. ...We have done the guarding of the main hall, but what about other people’s guarding of the main hall? Right, all of these must be considered."

"Also, everyone comes to send me money, resources, and participate together. I understand what you mean. But... people may be poor or rich, and their situations are different. We cannot generalize... You all come to send me money, and others are left behind. In the eyes of Yinzi's colleagues, it naturally forms a kind of forced donation...right? Then should they take it? If they don't take it, they will feel uncomfortable. If they take it, their families will be in trouble. We are all fellows, who doesn't know Who? Whose family is truly wealthy?"

Fang Che's words made all the deacons think deeply, with heavy sighs on their faces.

As Fang Che said, maybe in the eyes of outsiders, everyone looks glamorous when it comes to eating and drinking, but they know that their lives are really not that comfortable. Things that are hard to come by often happen.

Especially when it comes to cultivation resources, the feeling of helplessness arises every day.

Fang Che continued: "Furthermore, this is also a kind of comparison and persecution for other guard halls. Because the family members of other guard halls who sacrificed their comrades will inevitably think that Baiyunzhou can raise money. Can't you get along? So, I know you have good intentions, but your good intentions will drive all the comrades in the world to death."

This sentence is more intuitive.

Many old deacons nodded silently.

Someone sighed: "We understood this truth as soon as Mr. Fang said it. But it is still too much for Mr. Fang to do it alone."

Fang Che smiled and said, "Don't be embarrassed, everyone. Don't feel sorry."

He stood on the high platform, smiled casually, and put on an infinitely melancholy face: "Who made me so rich? Who made me have so much money, I can't spend it all, I can't spend it all! You don’t understand my melancholy and my helplessness... Just let me spend some time on my own."

Suddenly everyone below fell silent.

Now I don’t want to donate money at all, and I also want to rob some.

steal? Stealing is not an option.

You can't beat him for stealing.

But thinking about it, I still can't beat him... everyone became even more melancholy.

Of course, Fang Che was just joking, saying: "So this time I'll take the lead first. At most, you can treat me to a few more drinks in the future. Isn't that good? Just treat me as if I'm drinking again. You won't be so stingy, right?" "

Suddenly everyone burst into laughter: "That's inevitable!"

Fang Che said: "Everyone, hurry up and work. Someone will be here in the afternoon. We don't have much time. How are you preparing everything? It's our first time doing this work, so don't lose anyone."

"That must not be possible!"

Everyone is busy again.

Donating money is no longer mentioned, but everyone understands in their hearts that Mr. Fang has really done both good deeds and shouldered the blame.

A good thing is a good thing, but as time goes by and word spreads, I don’t know how many people will point their fingers at Mr. Fang’s spine and scold Shaobao, making a show... forcing others to roast on the fire, etc...

People's hearts are complicated.

Just because you have done something good, the whole world will understand you. They will all praise you.

Some say that you win people's hearts, some say that you are trying to gain fame, some say that you harbor evil intentions, some say that you break the rules, and some even say that you may even come to ask for financial support...

After all, only a few people receive funding, but the vast majority do not receive resources. Compared with the whole world, it is insignificant.

Mr. Fang is still as careless in doing things as ever.

In other words, after careful consideration as always, I still resolutely go further and further on the road of being a single husband.

"Mr. Fang, what a tough guy!"

Jing Xiuyun couldn't help but admire from the bottom of her heart: "If I hadn't gotten married, I would have climbed into Mr. Fang's bed no matter what!"

Zhao Ying'er on the side blushed and spat: "Sister Yun said it so harshly, huh...my brother-in-law of yours is also a well-known hero."

"Comparing your brother-in-law with Mr. Fang...the cultivation of martial arts and doing things is like the fluorescent light and the bright moon. If you compare the appearance, it is like a dung beetle compared with a swan...Oh, I won't say it anymore. The more I talk about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes, and it's a bit disgusting. , people are so irritating..."

Jing Xiuyun sighed, looking sideways at Zhao Ying'er's eyes, and said leisurely: "I wish we could meet before we were married... Ying'er..."

Zhao Ying'er's eyes were following Fang Che's figure in a trance. When she was called, her face turned red and she was in a hurry: "Where is this window grille posted?"

"Hahaha……"

Jing Xiuyun laughed.

Halfway through laughing, she noticed that carriages were starting to arrive at the gate of the guard hall. It was the goods she had ordered yesterday. She quickly waved her hand and led a group of people to check the goods.

Another group of carriages came from the distance, and the custom-made boxes arrived.

"A few more people, this way." Jing Xiuyun called.

Then the entire guard hall became busy.

It was so busy, with countless carriages arriving to deliver goods, and there was a dense queue. The people guarding the main hall all directly used their body skills to swish back and forth.

…

Fang Che stood at the highest point of the guard hall, standing with his hands behind his hands, looking at the rows of houses extending out of Baiyunzhou below, silently lost in thought.

Yuan Jingjiang appeared behind him at some point.

"Fang Che, thank you!"

Yuan Jingjiang was silent for a long time before finally saying this.

"No need to thank me, they are also my colleagues."

Fang Che sighed softly and said: "Same robes are like brothers and feet, they should not change due to life and death."

"Fang Che, do you know how many people have died in the Baiyunzhou Guarding Hall in the past hundred years?"

Yuan Jingjiang asked seriously.

Fang Che was stunned, and suddenly realized that he had overlooked something. He couldn't help but sweat on his vest, and turned around suddenly.

"How many people have been notified? Or is there a time limit?"

"You don't need to worry about these. You have already paid so much money. It would be inappropriate for you to worry about anything else."

Yuan Jingjiang said: "The notice is to go down to the families of the deacons who died within a hundred years, more than a hundred years ago... each family has some supplies. And these parts, the entire person guarding the hall was busy all night, and they have already All sent over.”

"Any family member who has ever served and sacrificed his life guarding the main hall... one share for each family, whether it is five hundred years or one thousand years."

"But the oldest ones can only be traced back to six hundred years ago. As for the older ones, even blood relatives can't be found."

He sighed softly: "As for those who can come, there are family members in Baiyun Continent within a hundred years, and there are also some in other continents. Last night, 175 people set out overnight to pick them up."

Yuan Jingjiang showed a hint of bitterness on his face.

"The price of today's prosperous age is how many heroic souls are sleeping forever..."

He seemed to have a lot of emotion to say, but he could only say these few words and could no longer say any more.

"Xishan Cemetery..."

Fang Che asked silently: "How many of us were buried?"

"It has been thousands of years since the Xishan Cemetery was established, until a few days ago... until Tang Zheng was buried in it..."

Yuan Jingjiang stared blankly at the rising sun in the sky, and said word by word: "Buried 471,979 people in our Baiyunzhou Guard Hall!"

Four hundred and seventy-one thousand nine hundred and seventy-nine!

This number made Fang Che's body suddenly shake, and his pupils dilated: "So many?"

This number is too huge.

You must know that the people guarding the main hall are all high-level warriors compared to ordinary people!

Even if it is four thousand years, there are more than 400,000 people, and an average of more than 100 people die every year! least!

Fang Che only felt his throat was dry: "Is it possible that in these thousands of years, there has never been a peaceful year where no one dies?"

"That's for sure."

"That means that if you exclude the Taiping Year, hundreds of people will die every year on average!?"

Fang Che was shocked.

How many people are there in the entire guarding hall on normal days? Even counting the city branches, logistics, finance, canteens, etc., there are less than 5,000 people at full capacity.

"Sometimes, when encountering the demonic flames, the deaths of those guarding the main hall are simply shocking. I heard that in the worst year, the people guarding the main hall of Baiyunzhou changed three groups in one year. The first two groups... all died. Clean and tidy, not a single one left.”

"That year, ten thousand people died just from the warriors guarding the main hall in Baiyun Continent!"

Yuan Jingjiang chuckled, stretched out his hand, pointed at the entire territory of the huge Baiyun Continent, and said softly: "Mr. Fang, the current prosperity of Baiyun Continent, with hundreds of millions of people and a majestic city, is built on the foundation of more than 400,000 heroic souls. !”

"But we...if you don't come, we won't even be able to take care of the descendants of Yinghun's family."

Yuan Jingjiang's voice was heavy and vicissitudes of life.

Fang Che was silent.

The two of them didn't speak for a while, just watching quietly.

Looking at Baiyunzhou, which is made of heroic souls, the more I look at it, the more lovely it becomes. The more I look at it, the more I feel sour in my heart, and I feel like I want to cry. On the shoulders, heavy. It seems to be the entrustment of the heroic soul.

Fang Che remembered something.

"The lights of thousands of families are all on my shoulders; the life and death of all peoples are all on my body!"

Never before have I understood this sentence so deeply and felt the responsibility in it so deeply. Like the sky, the sea, the mountains, and the mountains!

A loud sigh.

Dissipated in the wind.

…

afternoon.

Countless crowds of people began to gather towards the Baiyunzhou Guarding Hall from all directions. There were old men with white hair, middle-aged women with young or young children, and women alone; some were well-dressed, and some were alone. The clothes are shabby but clean...

It can be seen that each of them has worked hard to dress themselves up.

There are warriors and ordinary people.

Guarding the entrance of the main hall, colorful baskets full of flowers stretched out on both sides, like soldiers lined up to welcome him.

On the ground among the flowers, there is a bright red carpet, which is spread from the outside to the ground, directly covering the ground.

The entire ground of the guard hall was paved with red carpet.

Mountains of flowers and seas of flowers, fragrant and fragrant.

Twenty-four elderly warriors who had guarded the main hall in Baiyun Continent for more than sixty years greeted guests at the door. They know a lot of people.

When I see a family member, I can basically call out each person's name accurately, and then the deacon in charge of registration will check the box, and two other people will come over to pick him up.

On to the next one... or the next one.

In front of the guard hall, there are two huge couplets.

The first couplet is: Loyalty and iron bones build the glory of the mainland!

The second line is: Heroism and heroic spirit protect a continent of white clouds!

Hengbiao: Loyal through the ages!

Entering the guard hall, you are faced with a huge rock. The cut is smooth and square.

There are names engraved on all sides.

Densely packed!

Every name is carved with a steel knife, one stroke at a time, the golden sword is faint, the iron painting is silver hook, fierce and majestic, and the sharp edge is revealed!

Just like a team of soldiers on the battlefield, everyone still holds a sharp steel knife in their hands!

It makes people clearly feel from the bottom of their hearts that 'the heroic soul has passed away, and the war is still going on! 'a feeling of.

In front of the stone monument is a huge incense burner, with incense curling up.

Every family member who came in eagerly searched for the familiar name on the stone tablet.

When I finally saw it, my eye circles suddenly turned red and tears fell down.

An old woman whose hair was about to fall out was supported by a warrior wearing a robe that guarded the main hall. She stood tremblingly, looking at the name above with turbid eyes, her eyes dreaming.

"Xiao Qi...I finally see you again..."

The three words "Yan Xiaoqi" on it are powerful and powerful every stroke, as if they are about to fly out of the sky, fly into the eyes, and fly into the bottom of the heart.

"Xiao Qi, you came to Baiyunzhou to take office ten days after we were married. It's been eighty-three years since we said goodbye..."

The old woman burst into tears: "Eighty-three years! I know you are resting in peace, but do you know how I came here? It's been eighty-three years, and the son you haven't even seen has become a guardian. Now, you are still standing here, as sharp as before!"

She pointed her finger at the name and said to the son beside her: "That... is your father! Let your father see you. You are better than your father. At least you are alive and well. Give your father some incense."

The middle-aged warrior bowed deeply, lit a bunch of incense, respectfully inserted it into the ashes of the incense burner, stepped back, and bowed again.

"Yan Xiaoqi, this is your son. I have been worthy of you in my life! When I die, I will come to keep you company. I am afraid that you will still be young and handsome then, and you may not like me, an old woman..."

She looked at it dreamily, without turning her head. She just said softly: "My child, when mother dies, she will also come to Xishan Cemetery. Remember."

"...Mother will always live."

"I have lived enough... Your father has been waiting for me for eighty-three years..." The old woman shook her head, glanced at her husband's name with nostalgia, then turned around and gave up her seat.

As he walked, he kept looking back.

When I finally walked into the hall, I let out a desolate sigh: This is where my husband was on duty during his lifetime. She affectionately reached out and touched the walls, tables and chairs, as if she felt that her husband's breath still lingered somewhere...

Countless people stopped in front of the big rock.

Incense.

Tang Zheng's mother also came down with the help of her sister and saw the word Tang Zheng at the bottom. The old woman's eyes were red and she reached out to touch her gently.

"Zheng'er... are you still used to being there? Now that you have a wife, stop being so timid. If you have something to do, discuss it with your wife more often. If you miss your mother, come and see her in your dream... She misses you too, every day. think……"

She lit the incense in her hand, but did not put it in. Tears kept flowing: "I really don't want to put the incense down. As soon as the incense is put up, it tells me that you and mother are in two different worlds..."

Next to him, there was a thin old man squatting on the ground, stroking the name 'Li Changxue'.

No words, just an affectionate touch.

Just like before, when my son was young, he stroked his son's head.

"Your mother has missed you for thirty years...she also went to find you last year. Have you reunited?"

The old man's wrinkles were like ravines, and there was some envy in his eyes: "You are reunited... But you have to wait for me, I want to see my grandchildren... I will report to your mother one by one when I go down..."

People kept coming in on the red carpet, coming to the big stone, stopping, looking, and muttering something.

More and more incense candles were lit in front of the stone monument.

Amidst the smoke.

This boulder seems to have a bit more divinity. Every name is more lifelike, powerful and solemn.

It seems that these thousands of heroic souls have returned collectively and reunited with their families silently.

Follow your family silently...

Jing Xiuyun was busy at the door, but suddenly her eyes were fixed and she walked forward: "Mr. Ju, why are you here?"

Opposite him was a tall woman with a high ponytail wearing a Venus deacon costume, carrying a long knife on her back, and two gold stars on her collar. She looked neat and heroic.

"Let me see Zuo Guanglie."

The woman with a high ponytail said softly.

Fang Che, who was at the door of the hall, turned his head suddenly when his ears twitched.

Yuan Jingjiang whispered: "That's Ju Xiushui, the general deacon of Baixiangzhou; it's Zuo Guanglie's... they are lovers, anyway, it's quite complicated. Both of them have very strong personalities."

Fang Che hummed in confusion, his eyes were deep, and there was inexplicable pain deep in his eyes.

The woman with a high ponytail carried a knife on her back, with a faint smile on her face, and said to Jing Xiuyun: "Zuo Guanglie said at the beginning that he would go to Baixiangzhou to propose marriage after getting into Venus; but I waited until now..."

She looked at Zuo Guanglie's name on the boulder in trance, and murmured: "...he didn't go either."

Jing Xiuyun felt sour in her heart.

He comforted: "Mr. Ju, you also..."

Ju Xiushui, a woman with a high ponytail, smiled faintly, interrupted Jing Xiuyun, and said: "We both want to be strong, and we obviously both have intentions, but we always want to be more perfect... When he asked me, do you want to marry me? I was willing at the time. , but what he said was: Let’s wait until Venus.”

"Since then, I have had some regrets, but I refused to admit my mistakes, let alone come forward to criticize... But Zuo Guanglie, a stubborn person, actually said: Then I will come again. Since then, I have not even once Been there!"

"Even if he goes once, I will tell him that there is no need to wait for Venus, I am willing to marry!"

"But he was stunned and didn't go."

Ju Xiushui's eyes were red and her plump lips were trembling.

Jing Xiuyun also shed tears: "Mr. Ju, will you... come in?"

"I'm not going in."

Ju Xiushui took a deep breath and said: "I am not his family member, I have not become his family member yet... How to get in? If I go in, Zuo Guanglie will not feel at ease even if he is under Jiuquan."

"Can……"

Jing Xiuyun only felt pain in her heart and didn't know what to say.

"I came here this time just to tell Zuo Guanglie something!"

Ju Xiushui smiled, her smile blooming like a flower.

She put a horn around her mouth with both hands and shouted loudly to Zuo Guanglie's name on the big stone: "Zuo Guanglie! Listen! If we could turn back time, we could go back to the day when you asked me if I would marry... …I’ll tell you: I do!”

A crisp sound echoed in the air.

Everyone was moved collectively.

He couldn't help but turn around and look at the tall, heroic woman standing at the door.

Ju Xiushui greeted everyone's gaze calmly, her lips trembling, but her eyes were fixed on the name.

She actually seemed to be waiting for a response.

But she was disappointed in the end.

In the smoke, Zuo Guanglie's name was silent, and his pen was sharp, looming in the smoke.

Ju Xiushui laughed miserably: "You are still so stubborn! Zuo Guanglie, when we meet again in Jiuquan, then let's calculate the total ledger of this life."

She turned around and walked ten feet away, but couldn't help but look back.

But Zuo Guanglie's name was completely obscured by the smoke.

She bit her lip and finally turned away.

Two tears fell on the red carpet with a snap.

The red silk on the handle of the knife on his shoulder danced and gradually disappeared into the distance.

Jing Xiuyun shed tears and was filled with sadness, but she felt that there was another person beside her. When she turned around to look, it was Fang Che who was standing beside her at some point, staring at the direction Ju Xiushui left.

Jing Xiuyun said: "Mr. Fang, this is..."

Fang Che said hoarsely: "I know, this is Ju Xiushui, Zuo Guanglie's favorite person during his lifetime."

He kept watching Ju Xiushui's figure disappear into the distance before finally turning around.

Looking at Zuo Guanglie's name in the smoke.

He stood quietly for a while.

"Old Zuo..."

Fang Che called softly, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible.

"Mr. Fang?"

Jing Xiuyun didn't hear clearly and asked uncertainly.

"fine."

Fang Che took a breath and said, "Xiuyun."

"Um?"

"In the future... if Mr. Ju has anything to do, remember to tell me. When we can help, we must remember to help."

"Yes, Mr. Fang. This is what it should be."

Fang Che nodded.

"It's a bit surprising that he left like that."

"Mr. Fang, Mr. Ju can't come in."

"Um?"

"Being unmarried and having an unjust reputation is not what you want. If you come in, Deacon Zuo's spirit in heaven will not be willing. He will think that he has delayed Mr. Ju's happiness, and his soul will be uneasy. Because...he is an unmarried daughter outside. Come in, She is a newly widowed woman.”

Jing Xiuyun said in a low voice: "Mr. Fang, Mr. Ju actually wanted to come in. Otherwise, she would not have come today. But today, she restrained herself and was not as willful as usual."

Fang Che raised his face and closed his eyes.

Ju Xiushui's expression at the moment before leaving came to mind, biting her lips and holding back tears. This girl...maybe she will regret that day in her life when she didn't agree to Zuo Guanglie's proposal...

"What a pity in this mortal world."

Fang Che's heart sank, as if a big mountain was pressing down on him.

On the contrary, Jing Xiuyun was very calm and said softly: "Mr. Fang... there is nothing we can do about it. As long as the Only Self Orthodox Church is still there, such regrets will happen every day... a lot."

"After guarding the main hall for a long time, a person's heart will become very hard and open-minded."

"Because if you can't look away, there's no way you can work here."

Jing Xiuyun smiled lightly: "Every moment, my brothers and sisters may leave me; every moment, I may leave you all and die forever."

"Xishan Cemetery is our...eternal destination."

Jing Xiuyun smiled and said: "So today, we are sincerely grateful to you, President! Thank you!"

She said solemnly.

Fang Che was silent.

Take a long breath in, take a long breath out.

Incense candles are burning, and the smoke fills the guard hall.

Fang Che felt that as he walked into the hall, the countless names carved on the stone seemed to turn into countless pairs of eyes, looking at him in the rising smoke.

Fang Che stopped and turned around.

A salute to those names and those heroic souls.

Stride away.

At the beginning of the afternoon, all the Yinghun family members arrived.

The summer wind began to blow wildly, and white clouds floated in the sky, forming strange and spectacular fish scale clouds in the sky.

Layer upon layer, pile upon pile; flawless white.

The sun shines slantingly, and every white cloud is lined with a layer of gold.

The golden light shines brightly.

Like soldiers lined up in order, mighty and sacred.

In the hall, tens of thousands of people were densely packed, but in an orderly manner.

The walls of the entire hall are full of deeds of fallen heroes. Each name, matched with a section of deeds, is neatly posted on the wall.

Everyone looked at the names and deeds of their relatives for a long time.

Occasionally there were sobs, but there was also a feeling of nostalgia and pride.

On the high platform in the front, there are eight large characters.

Eternal fame.

The majesty lasts forever!

Refreshments and snacks were placed on the table. Some people chatted nearby and got to know each other. They were all a little novel and excited to participate in this occasion...

The solemn hall and the deeds of heroes and relatives all around made everyone feel extremely safe and infinite peace of mind.

Incredibly heartwarming.

I still feel like crying.

This is the first time in the past years that Baiyunzhou Guards Hall has held such an event. Or it may be the first time that the Southeast Guardian Headquarters hosts it.

It can be said to be a historical precedent.

Everyone who comes here just feels that their hearts are extremely stable.

After all, the mainland has not forgotten the sacrifices of our heroes.

That's enough!

It is enough to participate in such an event once in this life!

Among the crowd, there was a young woman with a beautiful and gentle face, holding a seven or eight-year-old boy in her hand, standing in front of a piece of deeds with her name written on it, but her expression was a little unnatural.

There was shame on his face.

Some even dare not look at the names above.

The name is: "Huang Dayou."

This woman is Qin Fang.

She held the child's hand tightly, as if to give herself courage, and her voice trembled: "Youzhi, this is your dad, and your dad is a hero."

The child was watching, and so was she.

I closed my eyes quietly, feeling sour, guilty, and helpless in my heart.

"I can't help you... but I can't help it. The family still needs to live and the children still need to grow. I... I don't have the ability to make money for my family to survive and money for my children to practice... Dayou, can you blame me? Blame me?"

"I've embarrassed you... I've embarrassed the guard hall..."

…

Finally, the emotions were almost released.

The active personnel guarding the main hall, all wearing crisp uniforms, began to walk into the hall one after another, entered the crowd, and stood up straight in every corner.

The gold and silver stars on the neckline are shining brightly.

All the family members present suddenly became quiet.

In the sea of ​​black uniforms with gold and silver stars, it was like one's own family, returning to one's side alive.

They looked at the familiar clothes greedily.

Tears welled up in his eyes again.

"family!"

A voice came from the stage. Jing Xiuyun was wearing a deacon's uniform and stood upright with friendly eyes: "All of us in the Baiyunzhou Guarding Hall welcome you very much. We are very happy to see you. Thank you very much; all of us on the job Comrades, on behalf of all the eternal heroic souls, welcome you!"

Everyone stood up straight involuntarily and looked at Jing Xiuyun on the stage.

"First of all, please take a seat."

"This event is...for..."

Jing Xiuyun was speaking gracefully and making the opening remarks. Passionate but not sensational, solemn and solemn, it makes everyone feel warm in their hearts.

"...This event is held by Mr. Fang with all his strength. Mr. Fang firmly believes that heroes should not be forgotten, and their families should not be forgotten!..."

Jing Xiuyun said: "...Now let's ask Mr. Fang to speak."

Jing Xiuyun stepped aside.

Immediately, a javelin-like figure appeared at the door.

The uniform is straight, the gold star is shining, the man is handsome and upright, the eyes are firm, the face is resolute, and the steps are sonorous.

Fang Che strode to the stage and looked at everyone's faces. A smile like ice and snow appeared on the corner of his mouth, and even his eyes became warm.

As a result, everyone's hearts immediately warmed up.

Many old people have a thought in their hearts: "This child is so handsome."

"Everyone must believe what I say. I am usually a very withdrawn and indifferent person, but today, when I see you, I cannot become indifferent because... you make me feel that we are a family."

Fang Che waved his hand gently, pointed to the names of the seniors on the wall, and said slowly: "We and the heroes are one family."

His expression slowly returned to calmness and seriousness.

"First of all, I would like to apologize to everyone because...for so many years, we have not had enough funds to hold such an event."

"We have been thinking about doing this every moment, and we have dreamed about it. But... we have been unable to do anything. I am ashamed that as defenders, we are the comrades, brothers and sisters of the fallen heroes; but we are We are unable to take good care of their families, and we feel guilty for this!"

He bowed deeply: "I have made you suffer all these years."

No one spoke below, there was a gentle whimpering sound, and there was a slight sound of tears falling to the ground.

"I would like to apologize to everyone again... such an event cannot be held every year. After today, it will still be difficult to take care of everyone's lives. We are so ashamed of our heroes!"

"This time, it is the personal behavior of our Baiyunzhou Guard Hall. It does not mean that other guard halls have the same activities, so... there is no comparison. This is the first time it is held. If there are any deficiencies, please let me know. understanding."

Fang Che's voice began to deepen: "In the eyes of ordinary people, the department that guards the main hall is regarded as a kind of fairy. Every day, they are high above the sky, flying around, overwhelming mountains and seas, and they can kill a small mountain in one battle... It seems amazing. . But only we and our families know what kind of job it is."

"The Baiyunzhou Guard Hall was established in... As of today, the total number of people who have been hired has been countless. But since four thousand years ago, the total number of people who have been hired is 3,945,600!"

"In four thousand years, 471,979 of our comrades died!"

"On average, one out of eight people dies in battle! On average, more than a hundred people die every year."

"Choose one of eight death quotas!"

"That kind of peace year where nothing happens for a year, all added up, does not exceed two hundred years."

"In the event of a major war, a major crisis, or even overnight, the entire guard hall was killed in the line of duty, and no one survived. There was once a year. Within a year, all positions in the guard hall were rotated three times!"

"The first two groups all died in the line of duty, a collective sacrifice, and no one survived."

"When I choose to be a guardian, what I choose is not glory, being high, or being surrounded by flowers, but death and sacrifice!"

"As a deacon guarding the main hall, I, Fang Che, can represent all my colleagues and all heroic souls. I can say this: We are not afraid of death, and we are not afraid of sacrifice!"

"But the one we are always sorry for is you!"

"We seek benevolence, and we can sacrifice everything for our beliefs, perseverance, and the mainland. However, when we sacrifice everything, we also sacrifice your happiness!"

"This is our greatest apology, and also the greatest regret for all our heroes who died in battle!"

"I am worthy of the mainland, worthy of the people, worthy of perseverance, worthy of my faith, worthy of myself, worthy of the gold star on my collar, worthy of the uniform I wear, worthy of my cultivation, worthy of the conscience of heaven and earth, but I am worthy of you alone!"

"Just this year, less than half a year later, seventy-three of our colleagues have entered Xishan Cemetery!"

"In the future, people will continue to come in."

Fang Che's voice was low: "So, today, we are doing our best, despite the pressure from the whole world, to hold this event, to say sorry to the families of the heroes for their souls in heaven. To the families of the heroes, The glory it deserves, and some insignificant... thoughts."

He waved.

Zhao Yinger and others walked in neatly. Everyone had a tray in their hands, which was placed in the corner of the wall. The trays were stacked high.

Fang Che took out a small brocade box from above.

"The first one is this hero badge. It was made by our Baiyunzhou Guard Hall. The four characters of Baiyun Hero are given to all the comrades who sacrificed their lives, and also to ourselves."

"When swords are crossed, loyalty remains forever."

"There is a line of small words on the back, in the middle is the name of the hero, and the small words on both sides are: If my family has not wronged the law, the Baiyunzhou Guards Hall must uphold justice!"

"This is our promise to the heroes. We will deal with all injustices. From now on, no one dares to bully you! If you are violated, I, Fang Che, will set a rule here!"

He looked around at all the staff guarding the hall with lightning eyes, and said word by word: "Severe, severe, no tolerance!"

"Be strict and never tolerate it!"

Everyone roared at the same time, their blood boiling.

"Before leaving, each family comes to receive their own one."

"In addition, for the arrival of all the family members, each of us has prepared a little thought, not much!"

Fang Che said: "A few pills to lay the foundation for children, a few pills to strengthen the body, two pills for the elderly to prolong their lives, and one thousand taels of silver notes for each family."

Below, everyone was collectively moved.

Although these things are not many, they are extremely valuable to ordinary people. Together, the market price is a full 20,000 taels of silver.

There are eight or nine thousand families arriving now, right?

Adding in all the expenses today, this is an astronomical figure that ordinary people can’t even dream of!

Even if there are channels for guarding the main hall to get discounts, the amount must still be huge!

"Today's arrival...more than 11,200 households, every household has one! After the dinner tonight, everyone will come and receive one."

"It's a shame that the heroes gave everything they had, but we can only come up with this little thing."

Fang Che said sincerely: "Don't be embarrassed, everyone. This is the hero's legacy and this is where the glory lies! Please, don't refuse!"

Below, everyone was moved.

They are also the family members of heroes, how can they not know the true situation of the warrior?

The training resources of warriors are always in short supply.

Every warrior lives in a tight family.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, they are already rich and wealthy, but only they know in their hearts that this is not the case at all.

Especially those who don't have much extra money, and whose strength is not enough to generate any extra money...

As for the financial situation of guarding the main hall, they are also very clear about it. Although they cannot say Qingshui Yamen, for such a gathering place of warriors, it is absolutely impossible to meet everyone's cultivation needs.

I really don’t know how they raised such a large amount of money.

Moreover, Fang Che's words are both a hero's legacy and a place of glory...

The people who said it didn't even have a reason to refuse.

Fang Che obviously didn't want to give everyone a chance to refuse. Instead of being polite, it would be better to cut through the mess quickly and do something serious.

"In addition, today is a rare opportunity, and I also have a few words to say to everyone."

Fang Che said sincerely: "Although it's a little hard to say, but... I can say a few words on behalf of my brothers who sacrificed their lives."

"Everyone has his or her own life. When a man in the family passes away and loses his backbone, I can understand the feelings and emotions. Here, I don't want to say anything high-sounding... I just say..."

"Ahem, naturally, my family is enough to support me, and I can't let go of my relationship for many years. I would rather die alone or...we naturally respect her more...cough."

"If you have other ideas...and this world is so difficult..."

Fang Che blushed, but said seriously: "We...all only have blessings."

"The glory of the hero, the dedication of the heroic soul, I hope... will not become a burden to you."

"I hope you understand what I mean."

As soon as he started talking, everyone knew what he was going to say; this kind of thing about persuading widows to remarry was indeed, as Fang Che said, a bit difficult to say.

Seeing Mr. Fang stammering on the stage and blushing in embarrassment, everyone wanted to laugh at first.

But the more I listened, the heavier I became.

Many women felt the same and were almost in tears.

God knows how difficult it is for a single woman to raise a child in such a difficult world. Sometimes, I cry all night long.

There are some things that really are not something women can do.

How many times have I been overwhelmed by life, but I always thought, men are heroes, how can I do something that is disgraceful to my family?

Or maybe I'm thinking: Wait until the child grows up, wait until the child grows up...

As a result, every year of youth is wasted.

Slowly, I no longer have much to think about. My children have grown up and are able to support the family. Life is not so difficult, and my thoughts have become less... And so I continue to grow old.

The glory of a hero, these few words can sometimes really suppress a woman for a lifetime!

"If...if you have any ideas, we will do our best to promote them and give our blessings, then..."

Fang Che said sincerely: "Those of us who are still alive guarding the main hall will be present, congratulations, and prepare a dowry..."

He said softly: "I know, what I said may not sound good, or such things are not accepted in the eyes of many people in the world... Maybe it is a little deviant, maybe if word spreads, I will be reviled by everyone, but ...I still said it.”

"Because it's really hard to follow people like us. Every day I'm on tenterhooks. When a man goes out in the morning, he doesn't know if he will come back at night... These days, every day, is torture."

"...So, we understand, we bless, we bring it up, and we won't regret it."

"I believe that all fellow Heroic Soul seniors... will also understand."

"Our principle is... we do not encourage remarriage, nor will we force remarriage. Everything will take its course. But if you really have that idea, we will understand, bless, and do everything we should do. .”

He showed a warm smile: "That's all I'll say. Next, a troupe has been prepared for everyone, and the colleagues guarding the main hall have also gone up to perform."

"I wish our families that they can have fun today, fulfill their long-cherished wishes, soothe their hearts, and put on a smile."

Fang Che stood up straight and bowed deeply.

Thunderous applause.

Everyone had tears in their eyes and clapped vigorously.

This afternoon, everyone guarding the hall, including Yuan Jingjiang and Fang Che, became waiters, walking among the crowd and talking to everyone they met.

There are shows and operas being performed on the stage.

Let's start serving food, wine, and delicious food...

Countless old people kept wiping their tears and murmuring: "It's great, it's great."

The names of heroic souls written on the sheets of paper on the wall seemed to reveal warm and contented smiles.

Later, everyone started to perform, and Hong and the other cripples all went up to perform. No matter how the performance was, the sound below was thundering.

Then everyone suddenly started cheering and asked Mr. Fang to perform a show. Fang Che was pushed to the stage with a confused look on his face, and was about to perform a swordsmanship show like everyone else, but the collective was unwilling and insisted on Mr. Fang singing...

"Sing one! Sing one!"

Mr. Fang's even more confused expression made everyone laugh for a year.

In the end, he was forced to have no choice but to open up his voice and sing the song "Sifang Jianghu". As a result, when I opened my throat, everyone almost squirted.

The accompaniment instruments of the troupe were stunned when Mr. Fang opened his voice. They sang a song out of tune from the first word and became tone deaf.

Various musical instruments were brought and it became a disaster scene.

No one would have thought that such a handsome, clean and handsome man would be born tone-deaf.

That’s all.

The problem is that halfway through singing, he was quite involved...

There was a lot of staggering and laughter below...

"Ouch……"

An old lady almost laughed her teeth out: "I have to say, after listening to Mr. Fang sing tonight, I don't want to hear this song again for the rest of my life..."

This sentence really expresses everyone's feelings.

After finally singing the last line, Fang Che felt a little unfinished and said, "How about I sing another one..."

"You get down!"

The power of more than 10,000 people speaking in unison is huge.

Mr. Fang was knocked down directly.

There was laughter, and the unspeakable melancholy dissipated invisibly.

After Fang Che stepped down from the stage, under the hint of Jing Xiuyun's eyes, he came to the side of Qin Fang and raised his glass: "Hello, Sister Qin."

Qin Fang was a little embarrassed, but she still said gently: "Good morning, Mr. Fang."

"Well... the child is very cute."

Fang Che had been thinking about laying the groundwork for so long, so he simply went straight to the point: "Sister Qin, can you listen to our advice?"

Qin Fang turned her head with melancholy eyes, looked at Huang Dayou's name on the wall, bit her lip and said nothing.

Fang Che saw her hesitation and knew that she was not unmoved, so he made a decision directly: "On that day, we will guard the main hall to prepare the dowry, and we will treat it as a daughter-in-law. The two cripples are so mean, and they don't have a proper appearance on weekdays. It’s hard for Sister Qin to look after us.”

Qin Fang's face turned red and she said: "I'm not...I...I..."

"Then it's settled."

Fang Che made a decisive decision: "When the time comes, Hall Master Yuan Jingjiang and I will be responsible for the man marrying his daughter-in-law, and the other for the woman marrying her daughter-in-law."

He patted the little head of the boy next to him and said, "This is ambition. Let's work together to give our children a good future."

Give your children a good future, this sentence completely moved Qin Fang.

"Then...it's hard work, Mr. Fang..."

She blushed and lowered her head.

"It's my own business. It's not hard work."

Fang Che smiled and nodded.

With one hand behind his back, he made a 'get it' gesture to Jing Xiuyun.

That means my work is done, and all that's left is for you women to talk to each other.

Jing Xiuyun's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but admire in his heart. Mr. Fang is still taller.

I didn't expect Mr. Fang to be so efficient as a matchmaker.

In just two or three sentences, he was able to accomplish what the cripple had been unable to do for six or seven years.

If you really want to be a matchmaker...oh...are there any other matchmakers who can survive?

In the crowd, the hairless old lady kept watching Fang Che as he worked, from beginning to end.

He couldn't help but sigh, and said to his son who was wearing the uniform of guarding the main hall: "Back then, if there was such a person, your mother and I would have to suffer a lot less... You kid is not easy to worry about, look at Bai Yun What do you do with the Zhou Guards Hall? Let’s look at your side...hey, there’s a gap!”

The middle-aged man blushed: "Mom, this is different... We really can't spend so much money to guard the main hall. Let alone run such a large scale, we can't even run one-tenth of the scale... It's really No money."

"Haha...people's money just falls from the sky?"

The old lady snorted: "Look at the people who came today, you can see from their faces, who usually has no grievances? No grievances? No hardships... But, with today, all the grievances and grievances in the past will disappear. Disperse."

"It's worth it!"

"Even I, an old lady, feel that guarding the main hall for more than eighty years is worth it. Not to mention others? Baiyunzhou guards the main hall and really takes these people to heart. He takes them to heart... My child, This is the human heart!”

"From now on, these people who came here today will walk out with their heads held high. Why? Because they are satisfied and all their efforts have been rewarded; especially when facing other family members guarding the main hall, More glorious."

"What is this? This is glory!"

"You can be excited for a medal for several years, but what about these people in your family? Why are they proud? Do you also use your medal? No? You have to think about it. I don't mean that you have to spend so much money. But I want you to see that it makes the descendants, widows and relatives of so many heroes feel that their efforts are worthwhile."

"You are doing it for the mainland, for the glory, and for the people, but what about the people who follow you? Do they deserve what they deserve?"

The old lady babbled: "You have to take it to heart, you have to take it to heart."

Just as he was talking, Fang Che squeezed over. The old lady grabbed Fang Che's hand and said nothing, "Mr. Fang, that's great, that's great."

Fang Che smiled kindly and said, "You're too generous. It's your job."

The old lady grabbed his hand: "Mr. Fang, have you found a wife?"

Fang Che sweated: "I found it, I found it."

"Then is she here today?"

"Here too."

"where?"

The old lady kept chasing her, and Fang Che had no choice but to gently point at Ye Meng, who was talking to Zhao Ying'er.

The old lady suddenly showed a look of regret and said, "I really found it."

Then he showed a satisfied look: "This girl is so handsome. Only such a good girl can be worthy of Mr. Fang."

Fang Che nodded repeatedly, almost sweating.

Fang Che looked at the middle-aged man, looking for help.

The middle-aged man understood: "Mom, Mr. Fang and I have a few words."

"Haha... you are the only one who knows how to be with Xini..." Although the old lady is old, she is not confused at all.

He rolled his eyes and went straight to chat with other old ladies.

The middle-aged man wiped his sweat and looked up to see Fang Che also wiping his sweat. The two of them immediately smiled at each other.

"Mr. Fang, where did the money come from?"

The middle-aged man lowered his voice: "More than 100 million, right?"

"Almost...well, someone donated." Fang Che was vague.

"very nice."

Seeing Yuan Jingjiang coming, Fang Che quickly ran away.

The middle-aged man stopped Yuan Jingjiang: "Master Yuan."

"Deputy Palace Master Yan."

"Master Yuan, if you don't tell secret stories, where will the money come from? Who sponsored it?"

"What...who sponsored this? This was all done out of Mr. Fang's own pocket and in his own name. We guarding the main hall can't afford it."

"Mr. Fang's money?" The middle-aged man was shocked.

"Yes, and in order to avoid moral kidnapping and possible reactions from the various guarding halls, Mr. Fang will bear all the responsibility in his own name and will not accept our collaborators."

Yuan Jingjiang sighed with emotion: "Mr. Fang is awesome! A real man, a real man!"

The middle-aged man looked worried.

Made by one person!

In one person’s name!

So cool...

"If you want to do it, it's easy. If a rich man comes out of your palace, just do it." Yuan Jingjiang raised his eyebrows.

"roll!"

The middle-aged man was immediately depressed.

Where can we find such rich people? Not to mention guarding the interior of the hall.

Those guys can't even spend their monthly salary until the end of the month, but they are in dire need of resources, elixirs, food and drink!

All of them are useless things that cannot be kept in the doghouse!

"Why……"

After truly understanding the truth, middle-aged people will know that this kind of thing cannot be replicated!

Even if someone in the guarding hall is really rich, they have to be able to withstand the pressure of the world like Fang Che!

This activity lasted until the zenith of the moon.

In the end, everyone received their share of gift resources and medals, and walked out of the hall door into the yard.

Countless fireworks shot up neatly around the entire courtyard of the Baiyunzhou Guard Hall.

Bang bang bang...

Wave after wave of fireworks rushed high into the sky.

Make the entire night sky colorful!

The fireworks feast lasted for a quarter of an hour. The night sky in Baiyun Continent turned into a blur of colorful colors.

Everyone looked up and looked fascinated.

Fang Che jumped into the air and shouted loudly.

"I was born to guard the palace!"

Everyone shouted in unison: "Death is the guardian soul of the mainland!"

"You will never regret fighting in this life!"

"It would be an honor to die in battle in this life!"

Fang Che shouted loudly: "Lights of thousands of houses!"

All the staff guarding the main hall shouted in unison: "It's all on my shoulders!"

"All peoples live and die!"

"It's all with me!"

The shouts shook the heaven and earth, majestic and mighty, and everyone felt the blood rushing through the iron-blooded shouts!

My throat was blocked and my eyes couldn't help but feel hot.

More than 10,000 family members were proud, satisfied, honored, hot in their hearts, and sour that they couldn't help but burst into tears.

The brilliant fireworks in the night sky are still blooming, and everyone seems to see their own hero smiling brightly at them.

That smiling face shines in the sky.

Like a galaxy forever.

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