Lord of the Night

Dongfang Sansan lowered his eyes and said softly: "I think these three years should be enough..."

He said it was enough, but the expression on his face was full of worry that it was not enough.

Fengyunqi said: "Absolutely enough! What kind of famine can last for three years?"

Dongfang Sansan shook his head and said softly:

"I think the time for me to be prepared... after this snow falls, has already arrived."

Dongfang Sansan frowned: "I hope I can survive."

Feng Yunqi was immediately shocked.

"You've actually been so far-sighted that you've been preparing for three years in advance for a catastrophic disaster that has left the whole world without a harvest?"

"I'm just afraid it's not enough."

Dongfang Sansan frowned deeply and said, "Brother Qi, we all talk about natural disasters. Do you know what natural disasters are?"

Feng Yunqi was stunned: Aren't natural disasters just drought, flood, snow, wind and hail?

But he was also smart. Dongfang Sansan obviously wouldn't ask such an obvious question, so he just thought about it and didn't say it out loud.

Because if he speaks out, he will be slapped in the face - this kind of experience has happened to Dongfang Sansan many times. I learned a lot.

really.

Dongfang Sansan said: "Everyone knows that natural disasters include drought, floods, snow, wind, hail, etc., but one thing we need to know is that once a natural disaster occurs, not only will the land not produce food, but the stored food in hand will also be lost. , the rate of decay is much faster than in normal years without natural disasters."

"Food doesn't grow in the ground, but it rots in the hands. This is a natural disaster!"

Dongfang Sansan said: "So why do I say that the food I have stored for so long can only last three years? Because after three years at most, the food will go bad. There is not much left that can be used. It is not that it is gone."

Feng Yunqi really didn't know this.

He understands that food cannot grow in the ground, but he really doesn’t know that the food in his hands will rot.

"Is this happening?"

"If you look for any old farmers who have experienced natural disasters, they will understand this."

Dongfang Sansan said: "Rot, rot, mildew, insects...during natural disaster years, they will be ten times stronger than normal times!"

Fengyunqi was silent.

Decided to take a look when I have time.

Dongfang Sansan randomly changed the topic and said, "However, if it snows, it will not be easy for my orthodox sect."

Fengyun Qi let out a laugh and said: "Yan Nan is probably not as well prepared as you, so it's definitely not going to be easy! At least it's not going to be as easy as yours!"

"So we must be on guard against war."

Dongfang Sansan smiled bitterly: "I'm like a rich man now. In these famine years, there are people like Yannan who can't afford to eat..."

Feng Yunqi smacked his lips: "I have to say... your description, now, is actually very appropriate."

He chuckled and said, "If this snow lasts for more than ten days... Yan Nan will probably cry to the sky."

Dongfang Sansan sighed deeply: "What I'm most afraid of now is him calling God."

Feng Yunqi suddenly realized: "You mean?"

Dongfang Sansan frowned: "Do you think Yan Nan can't do it?"

Feng Yunqi's face also darkened: "If that's the case, it would be really bad."

Dongfang Sansan sighed: "If that's the case, three years... isn't enough."

…

The headquarters of Solipsism.

Seeing visions of heaven and earth.

Yan Nan was overjoyed at first: "Three Directions World, after so long delay, it is finally here!"

But then he felt something was wrong: "Is this different from before?"

It wasn't until the heavy snow came down, but a quarter of an hour later, Yan Nan's face became extremely heavy when he saw that the snow on the ground was already up to his ankles.

"There's something wrong with this snow."

Chen Gu didn't know when he had arrived beside him: "Fifth brother, the three directions of heaven and earth have come. Not to mention it's too late. Moreover, they can't fall yet. We have to wait... I don't know when they will fall. In this sky, just now Those images that flashed by were quite strange. Is the first one the God Centipede? "

Yan Nan's face darkened: "Shut up."

"Forget about the three worlds, think about what to do about this snow disaster first."

Chen Gu sighed.

"We don't have much reserves. It only takes one day for such heavy snow... to be a catastrophe. But looking at the weather now, it won't happen in one day."

Yan Nan said: "Let's see. If it lasts for ten and a half days, we...should be able to survive it, right?"

Chen Gu smiled bitterly: "Fifth brother, we can survive this kind of snow for ten years. But the people at the bottom cannot survive."

"Ten days and a half...it's estimated that the snow on the ground is ten feet deep! How can I hold on?"

Chen Gu's smile was bitter.

Yan Nan was silent.

There is no need to argue at this moment. For example, what he is asking is not these masters, but the entire Solipsistic Orthodox continent.

But what’s the point of debating this?

"In three days, if the snow has not stopped, all the masters of the sect will gather to worship the God Centipede and activate the divine power."

Yan Nan's eyes flashed with a stern look, and he said: "Use the power of God Centipede to push the blizzard clouds towards the Guardian Continent!"

"This is the only way."

Bi Changhong appeared at some point and said, "Actually, if I weren't afraid of wasting my divine power, I would have made this suggestion right now."

"It's too early after all."

Bai Jing also appeared: "What if the snow stops tomorrow? Wouldn't it be a waste?"

"Wait."

Several deputy chief leaders stood in the heavy snow, all in silence.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

The snow fell endlessly.

There seemed to be an expert's power impacting the clouds in the sky. It was obvious that a big hole was punched out, but the clouds could not penetrate.

I don’t know how thick the clouds are.

A hole was made and it immediately healed slowly, just like before.

To no avail.

Fang Che looked at the sky, worried in his heart.

He knew that it was Sun Wutian hitting the clouds, but when he saw that he couldn't penetrate the clouds, his heart became even heavier. Even Sun Wutian couldn't defeat him, who else could?

Sun Wutian's voice reached his ears: "There is no way, the clouds can't drive it away. It should be continent-wide. Or even beyond the continent."

"Yes."

Fang Che sent a message back: "Have you finished listening to the book?"

Sun Wutian sighed, a little dissatisfied and said: "Since you have been there, my husband ran away directly, and I found another one."

"..."

You are so leisurely.

"I have to go out and take charge."

Fang Che said.

"Go ahead, who asked you to do this job?"

Sun Wutian said: "I'll go out and have some fun too."

Lao Sun disappeared.

But Fang Che is very sure that this old devil is not just going out to have fun, he must be secretly helping to clean up the heavy snow...

Just as Dongfang Sansan said: This is a prosperous age created by himself.

Sun Wutian would never let go.

The heavy snow continued to fall without abating at all.

The clouds were motionless, as if frozen.

Even veteran warriors, no matter how old they are, have never seen such weird weather or snow as heavy as this year!

Even ordinary people have realized in their hearts: a catastrophe is coming!

Fang Che came out in the snow and ordered people to clear the main roads, and then the original corpse trucks, plus others, were put to use again.

Heavy snow piles are being transported outside.

The snow was falling heavily, and the eyes were completely white. The two people could not be seen three feet apart.

Completely separated by heavy snow.

Fang Che walked to some areas where the snow had not been shoveled and took a look. The snow was already up to his knees!

It's only been more than an hour.

"What a catastrophe!"

Fang Che looked up to the sky and sighed. Facing such extreme weather, no matter how high a person's cultivation level is, there is nothing he can do.

We can only continue to use the clumsiest method to shovel and transport snow.

The weather is getting colder and colder.

This long second half of the night is finally over.

The heavy snow continues, and the outside of the city is completely covered with ditches and rivers. However, a road has been cleared on the main road leading to Tiandu City.

The snow is several feet high on both sides, with a road in the middle. If you can see it from a high altitude, you will find that there are thousands of such roads!

Each one is hundreds of miles long, connecting to some towns outside the city and even mountain passes.

This is a huge project, no one knows who did it.

But these roads have always been maintained, just like passages of life.

In mountain villages and remote towns, civilians only need to be able to climb a little distance on their own to reach this passage of life and enter Tiandu City unimpeded!

And... in Tiandu City, after a round of purges, although only 60,000 people were killed, the number of people left vacant could far exceed this number.

After all, the people who died were all rich, powerful and powerful people... Their houses were really vast.

Now in these places, the officials and guards are seizing the time to rectify the situation.

Reserve supplies and other supplies are also being prepared.

Mountain people had already dragged their families out of the mountains, walking slowly on the snow. They were trudging through the knee-deep snow, but the people in front had already seen the wide road not far away.

"There is a way! There really is a way!"

He shouted loudly, took out a trumpet in his hand, and blew it as hard as he could.

The sound of horns suddenly sounded from behind.

As soon as the heavy snow started to fall, they felt something was wrong. As people who depend on the weather all year round, they were naturally sensitive to the weather.

When it snows like this, many elderly people become desperate on the spot.

They knew that they and others outside the city might not be able to survive. Such snow would never give you the chance to trek hundreds of miles into the city. As you walked on the road, the snow would cover your head.

And with such visibility in the city, there would be basically no response.

But at the most desperate moment, someone suddenly spoke.

"Go out, there's a road into the city! It's already out!"

Not just one person heard it, but all people heard it.

So some people began to go out with hesitation, because the weather was getting colder and colder, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier. If they stayed here, there was really only a dead end.

The heavy snow only fell for two quarters of an hour, and already some houses were crushed.

The voice kept urging, like a god whispering in his heart: "Go out! There is a way!"

When we came out of the mountain after all the hard work and saw that there was still a way to go, everyone cheered wildly.

The loudspeaker kept calling and urging those behind, while those in front were already on the road into the city.

Under such mobilization, many people in the mountains began to go out.

Many flat rural areas are also beginning to move closer to cities and towns.

Many elderly people are mobilizing and taking the lead. These old people are the ones who insist on not leaving when nothing happens.

It’s hard to leave the hot land.

However, only when they encounter natural disasters or other events, they will be more awake than anyone else, and they will not even have such lucky thoughts as "the snow will stop in two days."

They have lived their whole lives, and they only need to look at the motionless clouds in the sky. Feeling the wind without a trace, they know that this snow is definitely coming for the dead!

So, run away quickly! Seize the time to run!

Wooden houses, stone houses, caves, are all unreliable.

When such a heavy snow falls, the chimneys for burning fires for heating can be blocked in an instant!

Roads are spreading.

Sun Wutian is running in the air.

Notifying one village after another, Fang Che and others can't spare their hands to do this. But these villages... Sun Wutian has been here and killed the evil people.

This is the person he saved!

But God wants to take it away! That won't do!

God has been teasing me for my whole life. Now I want to save someone and create peace, and you want to take it away?

The old devil is crazy.

And he is full of fighting spirit.

He thinks that he is now against the heaven!

So he is clearing the way around Tiandu City and running around.

The snow was pouring down like crazy, but he was like a madman fighting the sky, constantly notifying and clearing the snow on every road he had opened.

The peerless magic skill was activated, and with a sleeve rolled over, a road was clean again.

The white hair and gray clothes flickered like ghosts in the blizzard.

Watching the people in the mountain villages, stepping on the road of life they had opened, Sun Wutian's eyes were a little complicated.

For those who couldn't escape and fell in the snow, he didn't care, letting them freeze to death or struggle on their own.

For those who walked out, he didn't care anymore.

For those who insisted on staying in the mountains, he didn't care anymore.

He just did his own thing, opening the road, notifying, and continuing to open the road after notifying.

Those small mountain villages, small rural towns, he saw them all. From the east to the west of the city, from the south to the north of the city...

Sun Wutian traveled thousands of miles. Even the scope was constantly expanding.

Watching people walking on the road like long dragons, looking down from the sky like a group of ants.

Sun Wutian's eyes were far away, flickering in the heavy snow.

He seemed to see those towns that he had massacred, those small towns that he had killed, and those villages that had turned into ruins...

He held a flying knife in his hand.

A small flying knife.

Cold.

The indifferent eyes, the calm face, and the sarcastic smile at the corner of the mouth of the fatal flying knife appeared before his eyes again.

Sun Wutian's breathing became heavier.

"Damn God!"

Sun Wutian said.

"I won't let you get what you want! I won't let you get what you want!"

After staying in the air for a while, he flashed in the blizzard again, and cleared the roads covered with a layer of snow again.

One road after another, without missing any, and the speed was very fast.

There were countless people thanking him, but he turned a deaf ear to them. He disappeared in a flash.

In the blizzard.

Fang Che, wearing a cloak, stood outside the city, looking at the roads that had been opened.

His eyes were a little dim and complicated.

He saw the figure flying back and forth in the wind and snow. He was maintaining thousands of lives with his own strength.

He didn't even allow others to intervene.

He ran to Fang Che and said, "Don't move!"

Then he continued to work.

Is he thinking of himself as a hero? He doesn't allow me, a real devil, to do it? Lest I tarnish his heart?

Fang Che guessed.

But he also knew that even if Dongfang Sansan was here now, he probably couldn't analyze what Sun Wutian was thinking.

Atonement? Absolutely not. Simply resisting the sky? Absolutely not.

Because of guilt? Because of original intention? Because of compensation?

It seems to be all, but not completely.

Fang Che sighed softly, turned around, and simply entered the city to start directing the resettlement work.

But in his mind, the gray-clothed and white-haired Sun Wutian often flashed through his mind. In the heavy snow, that unruly look was directed at the sky, the earth? Or at people?

…

It was noon.

Although the snow was still falling, most places in the city had been arranged in an orderly manner.

Moreover, some large vehicles had already gone out of the city to pick up people.

“Next, we just need to keep sweeping and melting the snow.”

Yu Xiaoran was covered in mud. Standing next to Fang Che, he breathed a sigh of relief: “Those roads outside the city were opened by Senior Jueming Feidao, right?”

Fang Che turned his head and looked at Yu Xiaoran: “Palace Master Yu, you know a lot.”

“Hehe.”

Yu Xiaoran said: “Although my origin is damaged and I can only come here to be a palace master, I am a member of the Yu family after all. Hehe… Although I am a collateral branch.”

“Excuse me, Palace Master Yu.” Fang Che said seriously.

All warriors whose origins were damaged were basically caused by fighting with the Only I Orthodox Church.

For martial artists, the origins of martial artists are generally not damaged, because those who can escape have escaped, and those who cannot escape died on the spot, so there is no chance of damage to the origin.

Therefore, damage to the origin is caused by those who are inferior to others but need to fight to the death to delay time.

Everyone knows this.

"This time, thanks to Master Fei Dao."

Yu Xiaoran sighed: "My elders once told me that if I have the chance, I must toast Senior Fei Dao with a glass of wine."

"I'm afraid there won't be a chance."

Fang Che said.

"Yes. If Senior Fei Dao really showed up, he would have become one of our guardian giants thousands of years ago."

Yu Xiaoran's voice was full of respect.

"If it weren't for Master Feidao, at least tens of millions of lives would have been taken away by this heavy snow around Tiandu City."

"Remember to keep it secret." Fang Che reminded.

Yu Xiaoran said, "Of course."

Looking at the snowflakes that were still falling, it could no longer be called "heavy snow" but "pot-lid snow".

It made a snapping sound when it hit the snow.

"How long does Master Yu estimate this snow will last?" Fang Che asked.

"No way to estimate. I can only hold on!"

Yu Xiaoran's face was full of bitterness.

Fang Che reminded: "It's almost done outside the city. Those who can't get out... basically can't get out. The most critical thing now is the city. There are still a lot of poor people living in the city... If it rains for another two days, they can't hold on."

"Settle the city first, and then search and rescue those who can't get out of the mountains outside the city."

Yu Xiaoran said: "We are already making arrangements in this regard. What I have to consider now is... the civilians who migrated in from outside the city. Because we just reorganized, the best houses are now vacated... But the original residents in the city don't have such conditions; this is a huge contradiction."

"..."

Fang Che has no good way to deal with this.

Because the injustice in people's hearts is innate.

For the people in the city, it is even more so: you didn't enter the city after so many mobilizations! Now the life-and-death moment has come. And you were allocated the best house as soon as you came. We can't afford to live in that kind of house in our lifetime, but you, a bunch of disaster victims, live in it, and we helped to clean it up. Why?

Yes, all the disputes, all the dissatisfaction, all the injustice in the world basically come from these three words: Why?

But no one can do anything about this kind of thing.

Because there is no way to have the best of both worlds.

"These are all matters of the government and your guarding of the palace in the future."

Fang Che said: "I guess I will leave soon..."

Yu Xiaoran suddenly burst out laughing: "Go quickly, the sooner you leave, the better."

Fang Che: "??? Palace Master Yu, are you... polite?"

"After you leave, we can use your name and say that this arrangement was arranged by Captain Fang! If you don't agree, you can go to him to complain... Then everything will be fine."

Yu Xiaoran laughed.

"..."

Fang Che was stunned.

He couldn't help but curse: "Fuck!"

But thinking about it carefully, this was actually a wonderful move!

Now, as long as Captain Fang's name is used, no matter what happens, it can be solved!

The same is true for this great migration! No matter what the consequences, Fang Che's name can be suppressed!

Moreover, few people dare to even mutter in private.

"Then why don't you announce it now?"

"Now that you are here, Master Fang, we are all embarrassed!"

"You are embarrassed!"

Fang Che rolled his eyes.

"Captain Fang is going to give a lecture at Tianren Martial Arts Academy this afternoon?" Yu Xiaoran quickly changed the subject.

"With such heavy snow, tens of thousands of teachers and students at Tianren Martial Arts Academy will probably come out to help. The afternoon lecture will probably be..."

Fang Che said, "...should it be cancelled?"

As soon as the words fell.

In the blizzard, several figures flew over: "Is Captain Fang here?"

It turned out to be several leaders of Tianren Martial Arts Academy, led by Qin Fengyun.

Fang Che was speechless: "I'm here."

"Captain Fang, are you almost done with your work?" Qin Fengyun said: "Can we set off?"

"With such a blizzard, people are suffering, and we still have to give lectures?"

Fang Che frowned and looked at Qin Fengyun with dissatisfaction: "President Qin, is this appropriate?"

"Captain Fang doesn't know."

Qin Fengyun said: "For this afternoon's lecture, all the teachers and students in the school have been working in various directions since the second half of last night. All 80,000 teachers and students have been busy until now, and the work of Tianren Martial Academy has been almost done."

"Now, everyone is back to rest. When Captain Fang finishes his lecture, it will be almost time to rest, and we can go out again. It's just right, without delaying either."

Qin Fengyun was a little nervous. Somehow, when Fang Che frowned and said that, he felt uneasy, as if he had been scolded by the boss again.

As he spoke, he couldn't help but lower his head.