Lord of the Night

"..." Fang Che was speechless.

Dongfang Sansan, who has a dark heart... has reached the pinnacle.

Xue Fuxiao said:

"Although Sun Wutian is your helper, he didn't come forward, so you still clean up. The glory and honor are all yours, do you understand?"

"I understand." Fang Che thought to himself, even if you gave it to Sun Wutian, he wouldn't dare to take it.

"Also, in the end, if that loser Yannan really can't come up with a suitable identity, Sansan will also give you a sufficient identity of the mysterious person to stop the world from talking about Youyou. So for this question, Don’t worry.”

"Master Jiu is really thoughtful."

Fang Che couldn't help but be amazed.

How careful is Dongfang Sansan’s heart? I'm afraid even a hair can block it, right?

Fang Che thought about all the headaches and difficult problems, but they had already disappeared in Dongfang Sansan.

All aspects of this arrangement are absolutely watertight.

And regarding the matter of 'Fang Tu's strength collapsing', no matter what Dongfang Sansan arranged, Yan Nan would have to cooperate.

And they cooperated happily. Not only is it fun to be fooled, it's also very satisfying.

Fang Che said with emotion: "Master Jiu must be very happy now."

"That's so cool. He troubles me every day."

Xue Fuxiao rolled her eyes and said, "Sansan has a bad habit. As long as he is happy, he will start to cause trouble for us. All kinds of evil intentions emerge one after another."

Fang Che almost laughed out loud.

I couldn't help but think of the last time my father and mother got married, the congratulatory gift from Dongfang Sansan...especially the gift that was specially marked for me...

Then I felt in my heart that Dongfang Sansan was indeed someone who could do such a thing.

This person seems to be a top-notch wise man who is calm and confident and has the past and present in his mind, but in fact, he is secretly petty and mean, and full of bad taste.

Thinking about it this way, I feel that Dongfang Sansan is a little more 'popular', unlike that 'god' who is aloof and ignores the sufferings of the world.

On the contrary, it feels more intimate.

He couldn't help but envy him: "To be teased by Lord Jiu, even to the point of making fun of him, what a privilege it is to have such a high status."

Xue Fuxiao was stunned.

Then he smiled and said: "What you said makes me feel proud of being teased?"

Fang Che said: "Isn't it glorious?"

Xue Fuxiao laughed: "Okay, glorious."

Fang Che thought about his mission for this trip, frowned and said: "But I will still let the substitute take action. I can't take care of Tiandu City with my strength."

"That's as it should be. We weren't counting on you!"

Xue Fuxiao said with a strange smile: "What San San means is just to let you inherit the name. It is best to let Sun Wutian do the specific work."

"This kind of work, not only now, but also in the future, will continue to be done by him. Fighting violence with violence, this person is someone you Master Jiu plans to use frequently."

"Master Jiu, this is a bit meaningful."

Fang Che frowned and couldn't help but think a little deeper, and said: "Does Master Jiu mean to use him... to use the voice of all people and countless merits to draw Sun Wutian back to the team of guardians?"

"Bring Sun Wutian back?"

Xue Fuxiao looked at him with a shocked look on her face: "Why do you think so? None of Sansan dared to think of such a beautiful life. There is no possibility of Sun Wutian turning back!"

Fang Che was confused: "Then what is this?"

Xue Fuxiao sighed and said: "Sun Wutian's original intention in learning martial arts from the beginning was to be a chivalrous man. To do chivalry and justice, and to fight against injustice in the world."

"But that's why I can't stand things happening in my own family. Just because..."

Xue Fuxiao sighed and didn't know how to word it.

Fang Che nodded silently and said: "Yes, many good people suddenly turned black because of unfair treatment from their own families. This is how they suddenly turn black and become more evil than the devil. Therefore, if good people are rewarded with evil, who in the world will be willing to be a good person? ? This sentence is a little extreme, but it makes sense. ”

Xue Fuxiao sighed and said: "Yes, once a good person turns bad, he will become more evil than the devil. This sentence has some truth. It is a complete disappointment in the world..."

Xue Fuxiao sighed and said: "But it is almost impossible to bring him back. Ever since Sun Wutian came to the Only Self Orthodox Church, Yan Nan has been as kind as a mountain to him! Just for Yan Nan, it is impossible for Sun Wutian to come back!"

"What's more, in the past thousands of years, Sun Wutian has killed billions of souls under his hands, all of which were innocent people who died under his hands... I have seen with my own eyes the misery after Sun Wutian's massacre. It was originally a prosperous place, with people flowing in and out, but under the sword, After the demon was raging, there was no one alive thousands of miles away. If Sun Wutian could turn around and be accepted..."

Xue Fuxiao sighed: "How should I explain to the world?"

Fang Che also sighed.

This time I really felt a little sad.

Because he did not have those painful experiences and did not actually see Sun Wutian massacre innocent civilians, so after Baiwuzhou, he had a vague feeling that Sun Wutian could still be saved.

He could faintly feel that Sun Wutian was loosening his denial of the past.

But after hearing what Xue Fuxiao said, I knew there was no hope.

Tens of thousands of years of blood debt and hundreds of millions of innocent souls, how can Sun Wutian turn back?

Xue Fuxiao patted Fang Che on the shoulder and said seriously: "Sun Wutian has never regretted it, and he has never thought about turning back. But he can't look back. It's not that we don't accept it, but it's up to him."

"Now that it's a coincidence, Yan Nan has arranged for Sun Wutian to be your substitute. So we simply let Sun Wutian kill the evildoers. Under the inspiration of all the people... we just hope that Sun Wutian will no longer commit murder as before, and we will be satisfied. "

"And Sun Wutian will definitely feel it in the future, because after all, this is the prosperity he created with his own hands! Do you understand?"

"This is our biggest purpose."

Fang Che sighed and said: "Yes, this is also a good thing for Sun Wutian. You can use long-lasting killings to benefit the world, but to dilute his ten thousand years of violence, right?"

Xue Fuxiao was silent for a moment and said firmly: "Yes!"

There was inexplicable sadness in his eyes: "Sun Wutian, it's a pity. But it's also terrible... I hate the Heavenly Sword... If there is no anger at all, maybe I will go one step further."

"He may be able to let the people of the world go, but he will not show mercy to us high-level warriors."

Xue Fuxiao let out a long sigh: "If that day comes, I will try my best to kill him with the sword when all the anger is gone! Otherwise, Yu Haoran, Rui Qianshan, Buqiu, Feng Rongrong, etc. ...It is inevitable that one or more of them will fall under his sword.”

"..."

Fang Che didn't know what to say for a while.

I just felt my heart suddenly heavy.

When Xue Fuxiao said 'Beheaded by the sword', he wanted to say; since all the anger has disappeared, why kill him?

But after listening to the whole sentence, there is nothing to say.

When that time comes, what if Sun Wutian wields a knife against the senior officials?

Not willing to let Sun Wutian die, should Rui Qianshan, Buchou and other old heroes who have fought for thousands of years deserve to die?

"Why……"

There was only a long sigh.

"I understand."

"It's good to understand."

Xue Fuxiao also sighed and said: "The next thing about your Night Demon Sect seems to need to be discussed after this trip to Tiandu. I'm afraid it will be a few months later. Sansan needs to delay for a while. He has his own considerations.”

Fang Che said: "I don't care, and since I am cleaning in Tiandu, only my orthodox sect will know about it, but the southeast side needs to be on guard against the new little cult leaders."

"Know."

Xue Fuxiao sighed: "Those little sect leaders came down to lay the foundation of the sect, which requires blood to lay the foundation. This catastrophe... happens once every three years. Alas... no matter how we take precautions, there will always be countless people who suffer."

Fang Che was silent.

To this point, Dongfang Sansan had no good solution, and Fang Che had no good solution even more.

Because many people live outside the city, in a small town, in a group of several villages, or in a single mountain village.

For these people, it's not that the guardians don't want to move them into the big city, but... all those who are willing to move have already been moved.

The rest are basically the kind of people who cling to the green hills and never let go. They cannot leave their homeland. No matter how much I try to persuade you, I won’t leave. The theory I insist on is: I’m just a common man, what’s the use of the devil’s religion killing me? Wait for the theory.

How to scare, hold still.

But in the end, these people are the first to suffer.

In this regard, Dongfang Sansan was helpless. How can a master be sent to guard a small mountain village with dozens or hundreds of people? That's still impossible to do anyway.

There are also some small towns with the same theory and encounter.

No matter how strong or numerous the defenders are, they can't prevent every massacre that the devil suddenly rises up.

Not to mention in a place like this, that kind of accidental killing, even if it suddenly breaks out in the bumpy city of the guardian headquarters, there is no guarantee that no one will die!

But the strange thing is that such stubborn people can be found everywhere, every year!

In response to Xue Fuxiao's sigh, Fang Che had nothing to say. He could only say: "It will be fine when... the Only Wo Orthodox Sect disappears."

Xue Fuxiao sneered: "Even if the world is unified...it will still be the same. People who should be unlucky will still be unlucky."

Fang Che grinned: "Good words can't persuade a damned person, and mercy can't save you. This sentence always makes sense, doesn't it?"

Xue Fuxiao said: "You go out to make arrangements later, and then I will take you to Tiandu, or Sun Wutian will take you to Tiandu? Which one do you think is more suitable?"

Fang Che didn't think about it at all: "Of course it is my ancestor who will take me there, it is most appropriate. Mr. Xue, you should be busy with your work."

Fang Che was indeed thoughtful.

Xue Fuxiao smiled appreciatively in her heart, suddenly raised her face, pointed at Fang Che's nose and said: "I'm warning you, you will win this competition, but if you give me the whole shit king again, even if Even if you, Master Jiu, are protecting you, I will beat you!"

Fang Che was startled, lowered his eyebrows and said plaintively: "I don't dare anymore..."

"vomit……"

Xue Fuxiao couldn't help but vomited.

Although Fang Che is handsome, in Xue Fuxiao's heart, he has always been an iron-blooded man and a majestic man. Now that his voice suddenly sounded, even though he knew it was intentional, his stomach couldn't stand it unconsciously.

"That's fine."

Xue Fuxiao said: "Then I'll rush back. This surprise is extraordinary. I'm a little frightened even when I hold it in my hand. I'd better send it to you, Master Jiu, as soon as possible."

"Thank you for your hard work, Master Xue."

Fang Che said respectfully.

Immediately, Fang Che felt his body light up, his eyes flashed, and he returned to his captain's room.

Xue Fuxiao has disappeared.

Fang Che did not dare to neglect, and immediately communicated with the Five Spirit Gu, took out the communication jade, and sent a message: "Grandmaster, where are you? There is something wrong with the disciple again... I'm really sorry."

Sun Wutian's reply came immediately.

Reply in seconds!

"Do you need a substitute again?"

One look at these words, and one could tell that Lao Sun couldn't wait any longer.

"Yes. I'm afraid the Patriarch will have to work hard again this time, and this time it will be even bigger than last time."

Fang Che quickly replied.

“It’s better if it’s bigger!”

Sun Wutian was energized, but he thought that he couldn't act too eager, as that would be too unreserved, as if he was in a hurry.

So he complained: "There are so many bad things going on here at the Guardian! This doesn't allow anyone to rest!"

"Disciple is also helpless... ugh."

Fang Che complained sadly: "And we have to travel a long distance... This disciple is very upset. Why are there only so many things on the Guardian side! I really want to return to the sect."

Sun Wutian was startled: Is this kid going to give up?

He said hurriedly: "Do your own thing. You don't know what your identity is? How can you refuse the assigned work? Just wait, I will be there soon."

Sun Wutian didn't care that it was still daytime, and it was morning.

Just tear the space apart.

Reaching the sky above the inspection hall in one step, the field opens directly.

call out!

Fang Che felt his body light up and his eyes blurred. Tsk, the familiar feeling came again.

Sure enough, they arrived in Sun Wutian's territory again and saw the village again.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Sun Wutian in gray clothes and white hair, already standing not far in front of him, looking at the beautiful village in his memory with his hands behind his back, the unfading years of those years.

Fang Che couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart.

Sun Wutian's gray hair, slightly stooped body, some wrinkles on his face, the complexity of his eyes...

All of them made him feel emotional. Especially after listening to Xue Fuxiao's words, I was even more moved.

Inexplicably, I felt a little pitiful about the old devil.

Following Sun Wutian's gaze, the village in the distance was quiet, smoke was rising quietly, and it was peaceful.

Looking from a distance, you can feel the tranquility, beauty, peace and tranquility of this world. Once you see it, your heart will calm down.

Sun Wutian looked at the village in his memory in the distance for a long time.

Finally his eyelids moved.

Then he slowly turned around, looked at Fang Che's face, and said lightly: "Bai Wuzhou, how do you feel?"

"The Patriarch is worthy of being the Patriarch."

Fang Che flattered him: "If it were me, I definitely wouldn't be able to do this well."

Sun Wutian put his hands behind his hands and said coldly: "I'm not asking you this, but I'm asking you, did you feel touched when you saw the peaceful world, the era of great rule, and the heartfelt love of the people before leaving?"

Fang Che was shocked and asked, "What touched you?"

Sun Wutian said lightly: "Do you feel that the Solipsism can never do this? Is it true that only guardians can do this?"

Fang Che was silent for a moment.

He said softly: "Grandmaster, we are the only two here, and my disciples don't shy away from saying so. Yes, sometimes, this feeling is true."

Sun Wutian's eyes flashed and he said, "So?"

"Nothing."

Fang Che said softly: "When our sect wins, can't we do it? We unified this continent not to kill everyone, right?"

"Everyone is his own master."

Fang Che said: "And... Patriarch, we and the guardians have different ways after all."

Sun Wutian was silent for a moment and said: "Yes, we are different from the guardians."

Then he remained silent for a longer time and said: "What if after our sect truly unified the continent, we really wanted to destroy the world and kill everyone?"

Fang Che was stunned, and then said: "How is that possible? If we do this, wouldn't Vice Chief Yan and the others be the first to disagree?"

"You have a point."

Sun Wutian nodded indifferently, and then said: "What's the matter this time?"

"Last year I had a fight with the Xue family in Tiandu..."

Fang Che introduced the matter, and then said: "The Guardian Headquarters felt that it was a bit wasteful for me to just compete in martial arts. Therefore, they simply passed down the order and asked me to patrol Tiandu City with life and death after the martial arts competition! "

"I see."

Sun Wutian's eyes shone with dazzling light, and he was a little excited. He said slowly: "This Tiandu... is much bigger than Baiwuzhou."

"So it's impossible for me to clean it with my own power."

Fang Che smiled bitterly.

Sun Wutian was noncommittal and said, "What did you and the guardian say about my identity?"

"I said it was in the Forest of All Souls...the origin was damaged...but I don't know the name."

Fang Che said it according to the discussed plan.

After hearing this, Sun Wutian also felt that there was no flaw, and said: "This statement is okay, but it is impossible to help you again and again without knowing your identity."

Fang Che said obediently: "What the Patriarch means is..."

There was a strange look in Sun Wutian's eyes, and he said: "In fact, there used to be a lot of people like you are talking about... Back then, there really was such a group of people who lived their lives honestly, being big landlords and small landlords. Farming with a hoe... But once the guardians are in a critical situation, they come out to help. "

"They concealed their identities and fought on the battlefield for a while, then disappeared silently again. Even the guardians couldn't find them even if they wanted to thank them."

Fang Che stared: "..."

"There was once a person who never revealed his name, but was very famous in the martial arts world. When our Weiwuzheng Sect's thirty-six demon kings and seventy-two evil spirits were famous all over the world...this person secretly went out for a hundred years, single-handedly, and killed one demon and nine evil spirits. He was elusive to the extreme."

"Every time this person appeared suddenly, he disappeared suddenly. He appeared during a big battle, and after killing his opponent, he would disappear immediately regardless of whether the battle was over or not."

Sun Wutian had a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

Fang Che's heart moved, and he asked, "Who is this person?"

"This person... is the Death Flying Knife."

Sun Wutian said calmly, "Although he has never revealed his name, he is an expert in both swords and sabers, but he is famous for his flying knife; his combat power is not inferior to the Ningxue Sword."

"His famous skill is the Death Thirteen Knife."

"At the time, the two factions had the largest scale of the melee, this person suddenly appeared, wearing a green mask, thirteen knives flashing in the sky, and attacked seven times in succession, killing 65 Saint King-level masters of my Weiwu Zhengjiao! Twenty-six people were seriously injured by piercing their bodies! As a sudden fresh force, he changed the situation of the battle and turned the defeat of the Guardian into victory."

"And once, several Guardian masters were left alone, and I severely injured them and chased them. The Ningxue Sword escorted them to escape, and I finally caught up with them. It was the sudden appearance of the Death Flying Knife that ruined my plan. In that battle, the Ningxue Sword was tied up and could not escape by itself. I had the opportunity to completely kill Rui Qianshan. But this flying knife disrupted the situation."

Fang Che's heart jumped.

He remembered the Thirteen Flying Knives of Death that Dongfang Sansan had given him.

Suddenly, his heart was shocked.

"After that battle, the Flying Knife of Death disappeared from the Jianghu."

Sun Wutian said calmly: "Many years later, by chance, I traveled around the Jianghu and met a man in a remote mountain village. I felt something was wrong. I followed him carefully for twenty days and finally found out that the man who carried a hoe and led his family to farm every day was the Flying Knife of Death, whose identity was unknown to the Jianghu."

Fang Che's breath was choked.

Suddenly, he had an ominous premonition.

He silently used the Wuliang Sutra, activated the Bingche Lingtai, and said in a hoarse voice: "Then what?"

"Nothing happened."

Sun Wutian stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the village in the distance, and said calmly: "The place where the Flying Knife of Death lives is as peaceful and serene as my hometown, safe and prosperous, with harmonious families and happiness."

Fang Che listened nervously with a dry throat.

"So I killed him."

Sun Wutian said calmly: "After fighting for a night and exchanging thousands of moves, I finally cut off his head, and then killed his entire village without a single one left!"

"Good!"

Fang Che's heart was bleeding, and his heart was aching badly, but he cheered: "Good kill!"

Even though he had the Infinite Sutra to activate the Bingche Spirit Platform, Fang Che still almost broke his state of mind.

The pain in his heart was like a tidal wave.

A master who could rival the Ningxue Sword.

A hero who was unknown but made outstanding contributions to the whole world. A man who fought with the peak Sun Wutian all night with his own strength!

He died tragically in the hands of Sun Wutian.

Returned to dust silently.

What a pity!

What a heartbreak!

Fang Che cheered, but angered the old devil.

The old devil turned his head and squinted at Fang Che: "Good?"

"It is indeed good!"

Snap!

A loud and heavy slap hit Fang Che's face.

Fang Che groaned, and his body rolled over and was hit more than ten feet away. Thunder roared in his head, and golden stars flashed in front of his eyes. The pain in his heart was diverted.

He crawled to his feet, covered his face, and looked at Sun Wutian in disbelief: "Grandmaster, you..."

Sun Wutian's eyes were cold, and he said lightly: "Even if he is an enemy, he is also a hero. His death is a good thing for us. But as a warrior, you must respect your enemies."

"Grandmaster taught me that." Fang Che covered his face and said with his head down.

Sun Wutian looked a little disappointed, and after a long time, he slowly said: "In fact, after killing him, I regretted it. But I don't regret it."