Lord of the Night

Dongfang Sansan looked at Xue Fuxiao in surprise.

"With so many colorful crystals, our Xingling Palace is ready for use. It can accommodate thirty people to improve their cultivation at the same time."

Dongfang Sansan said: "That's the original plan: one year in the secret realm, then return to the Xingling Palace for a month, then go to the secret realm for another year, and then return to the Xingling Palace for one month. Have you forgotten?"

Xue Fuxiao was stunned: How long has this happened? How could I remember?

Besides, I have long forgotten how long it has been since the Xingling Palace was abandoned.

"What about Fang Che?"

Dongfang Sansan said: "Fang Che's side... let him come out quickly in a year or half a year. That guy, I'm worried that he will become red-blooded in there and work hard without caring about his own safety..."

He said and sighed.

After his last conversation, Fang Che's feeling of 'rushing to be a martyr anytime, anywhere' has faded a lot.

He also knows how to use his brain when encountering problems, and he is much more cunning.

However, there is still some impulsiveness.

The feeling of being 'ready to be a martyr at any time' still exists a little bit. This made Dongfang Sansan still a little worried.

For example, the last time he suddenly appeared to rescue Jun Zijian Zijing, Dongfang Sansan was very dissatisfied: You don't know your identity? You are a night demon.

You are leading the Night Demon Cult to establish a teaching base.

As a result, he rushed out to save people.

And he was facing six holy kings! What if one of you gets lost...

What if I get counterattacked...?

Don’t you know how important the task you are shouldering is?

But Dongfang Sansan can't say that, because... no matter what mission the guardian is tasked with, it is impossible not to take action at that time - this is the most valuable thing that distinguishes the guardian from the solipsistic orthodoxy!

He fully understood and could completely sympathize with his feelings, but he was not without blame in his heart.

But this sense of blame cannot be expressed: how can one blame a guardian for desperately rescuing his comrades?

If you really don't care about the life or death of your comrades, and watch death coldly when there is hope of rescue, can you really shoulder such a mission?

So, this is a huge contradiction.

Afterwards, Dongfang Sansan specially called Wang Zijing to the headquarters, beat him up, and even arranged a special training: Yu Tianqi was asked to beat Wang Zijing severely for half a month!

It’s not that we can’t fight anymore.

Because Dongfang Sansan found out that half a month later, Yu Tianqi said like this: "Can't he do this kind of job, Grandma Dixue Fuxiao? If you have to find me, I'm so fucking paralyzed by labor and management, and you will learn bad things quickly." Already..."

Dongfang Sansan urgently called a halt and drove Wang Zijing down the mountain.

Then he, Fengyunqi, Dongfang Zhongming, his sister Dongfang Sanjiu and other female masters took turns competing with Yutianqi and talked for a few days...

Only then did he pull Yu Tianqi back from the edge of the cliff. Although there were a little more words in my speech, it didn't get any worse...

Because of this matter, Dongfang Sansan broke into a cold sweat.

It’s so… suspenseful!

Dongfang Sansan is really convinced by this kind of thing: this kind of appeal is unparalleled in the world!

These guys may not be able to learn it after ten thousand years of study, but to learn this... basically only need a guide, and they can be catchy!

"One stutter can bring out several others. I'm really honest."

Dongfang Sansan could only sigh at this. The only way was to respect that guy from the Prince of Junzijian and then list him as a prohibited person from the Guardian Headquarters.

Fortunately, I only stayed for half a month. If it had been longer, I'm afraid everyone in the entire Guardian Headquarters would be paralyzed with their mouths open and closed...

"Xiao Xue."

Dongfang Sansan shouted happily.

"If there's any errands you need me to do again, just tell me directly. Don't talk like this. I'm ready."

Xue Fuxiao said very cheerfully.

"Then go find Fang Che and get the remaining Qiongxiao flowers."

Dongfang Sansan said: "What is refined now is far from enough."

"good."

Xue Fuxiao was already used to this kind of arrangement.

"By the way, where is Martial Arts Heaven?"

Dongfang Sansan asked.

More than twenty days after the blizzard, Wu Daotian actually took the initiative to report to the Guardian headquarters.

This surprised Dongfang Sansan.

It was an unexpected surprise to gain another super master.

Wu Daotian's only request is: "My nest in East Lake cannot be exposed. Even my sons don't know my identity."

Such a request is simply not a request for Dongfang Sansan.

But Dongfang Sansan probed: "Where is your sixth brother? I miss him very much."

Wu Daotian stared at his round eyes: "What Sixth Brother? I don't know. Hasn't Sixth Brother been extinct for more than three thousand years? Master Jiu, are you looking for him? Is he still alive? I miss him very much..."

Dongfang Sansan was relieved.

If this guy can be so tight-lipped in front of him, then nothing will happen.

So he said it in one sentence: "You really don't know?"

"have no idea!"

"Go and get busy."

"Okay."

Now Martial Arts Tianzheng and several Taishang elders from Baiyun Palace fight every day, and they fight fiercely every day. Everyone has about the same cultivation level, but Martial Arts Tianzheng is better, and they beat those elders all over the floor every day until their teeth, noses, noses, and faces are swollen.

But...nothing to say.

After all, you, Baiyun Palace, are new here, and so is Wu Daotian. It is natural for you to exchange feelings together. To a certain extent, you are a group of people.

So Wu Daotian naturally took the position of "the boss among the newcomers" according to Dongfang Sansan's prediction.

This made Dongfang Sansan's plan quietly take a big step forward - in the future, when arranging Baiyun Palace, just arrange Wu Daotian directly.

Anyway, he was once the boss of the Eighteen Heavenly Kings. He still has this leadership ability.

But the first thing Wu Daotian did after becoming the boss was to let the people of Baiyun Palace move all the resources to make wine...

This made Xue Fuxiao, Yu Tianqi, Dongfang Chongming and others very excited.

So everyone's feelings... grew rapidly!

"Wu Daotian is supervising the brewing... What do you want to do with him?" Xue Fuxiao asked.

"Gu Changhan will be back soon. When he comes back, let Wu Daotian find him to spar with him. In any case, defeat him and bring him into the newcomer camp... for unified management. First, let the people of Hanjian Mountain Gate and Baiyun Palace merge."

Dongfang Sansan said: "This will be conducive to the subsequent complete integration."

"So your integration method is to let them get beaten together?"

Xue Fuxiao was a little speechless about Dongfang Sansan's bad taste, and even a little unconvinced: "I can do this job, and Yutianqi can do it, why must Wu Daotian?"

"None of you are suitable. If you take action, it will become suppression..."

Dongfang Sansan frowned and said: "You have to pay attention to people's thoughts... Forget it, don't pay attention to it, tell Wu Daotian, and go directly to Fang Che."

"Okay."

"Wait, do you know where to find Fang Che?"

"Donghuzhou."

"...Go to Beijiang, find Yan Xifeng! Hey..."

Dongfang Sansan sighed.

"I know... I said it on purpose..."

"Get lost!"

...

Fang Che has walked out of the forest and stepped into an endless desert!

The wind and sand are everywhere, blowing for thousands of miles; you can't see the sky when you look up, and you can't see the bottom when you look down.

Once you enter the desert, you have been moving forward in the wind and sand. The wind in this desert is endless.

Tornadoes have never stopped.

Fang Che is always in an environment where he is walking alone, and hundreds of tornadoes are dancing around him at the same time.

Even when he is hundreds of feet high in the sky, there is still wind and sand!

This kind of environment is the first time he has encountered it, and it is a bit novel.

So he deliberately walked in the wind and sand, experiencing the grinding of wind and sand all the way, feeling the touch of the fine sand hitting his body every moment.

The yellow sand under his feet is soft, and whirlpools are constantly forming and disappearing.

If an ordinary person enters here, I am afraid that thousands of troops can be buried in a moment.

There are also various monsters that jump out of the yellow sand from time to time.

Fang Che traveled thousands of miles and killed thousands of yellow sand monsters, but there was no trace of blood on the ground. It was instantly covered by the wind and sand, then dried and rolled up, and no one knew where it went...

The corpses of monsters kept appearing with the desert vortex and were constantly swallowed up...

This place is like a natural barrier.

It separates warriors from ordinary people.

"Master Jiu should have deliberately preserved this desert... because crossing the desert is the real main battlefield, the border."

"Ordinary people are not suitable to come here. But ordinary people are no less curious than warriors... so this desert is necessary."

Fang Che guessed in his heart.

For Fang Che, walking alone in the wind and sand, there is no sense of loneliness.

Instead, it feels comfortable.

This endless wind and sand has covered everything of himself, leaving only the true self.

Move forward quietly.

There is no one, no sky, no earth, no front, no back, no future, no past, and the feeling of everything disappearing.

"Walking the world with a knife and a sword, the vast sea and yellow sand have become my home;

Demon skulls fly in the extreme snow-capped mountains; admiring blood flowers in the southeast, northwest and northeast."

As he walked, Fang Che was inspired to write a poem.

Looking everywhere, it was all desert, and there was really no place to carve words. He had to give up.

He walked three thousand miles in the yellow sand.

Finally, he saw a mountain in the shadows ahead.

He took a look in the sky and finally exclaimed.

In the distance in front of him, there were mountains that soared directly into the blue sky, rolling and undulating, a whole circle, like a pillar of heaven.

Even in the clearest weather, you can't see what the top of the mountain looks like. It's too high!

On the top of the mountain, you can only see circles of golden light flashing, which are magnificent under the sunlight.

Fang Che finally discovered the reason for the tornado in the desert. These high mountains have countless mountain passes, and the wind blocked by the mountains roars wildly from each mountain pass.

Then they gathered and entangled in the sky above the desert, naturally forming too many vortices in the wind.

Tornadoes kept rising, moving, and producing new ones...

Then they spread all the way to the distance.

Fang Che simply unfolded his body skills and ran forward madly.

He ran at a very fast speed for an hour before reaching the foot of the mountain.

As he went north, it gradually became colder. When he reached the foot of the mountain, it had already entered winter again from the hot summer.

After a careful search, he fell down.

There was a huge rock standing tall on the mountain in front of him.

There were a few big characters engraved on it.

"Fortune and wealth, turn back here.

If you are afraid of death, don't go up this mountain!"

Every word was faintly golden, sharp, bloody, and murderous.

Fang Che's heart was suddenly filled with respect.

Looking at these sixteen big characters, his heart was filled with heat, and his blood was about to burn.

Next to the big rock was a smooth road up the mountain.

Straight up.

Each stone slab was smooth and bright.

On both sides, there were smooth stone walls more than ten feet high, on which there were dense handwritings.

"A man should come here! Xue family, Xue Shangyun will stay!"

"A sword leads the wind to this place, and will not turn back until the demon troubles are eliminated! Feng family, Feng Jue."

"Cut off the world and go up the mountain, and there will be no regrets in this life! Yu family, Yu Meng, leave a word here."

"..."

It was not until the third step that Fang Che saw an acquaintance.

"Cut off love and righteousness and enter this mountain, this knife swears to cut Yan Nan! Xue family, Xue Fuxiao will stay."

Oh, Lord Xue.

Fang Che watched for a while, and had to say that Lord Xue even left a word with a bit of a middle school flavor.

On the stone walls on both sides, the writings were dense and crisscrossed. Through the writings, Fang Che seemed to see countless predecessors, who went up the mountain from here.

With fluttering sleeves and heroic faces, they went up the mountain proudly and never looked back.

In Fang Che's eyes, there were countless backs.

In front of him, they went up the mountain step by step. They had swords and knives in their hands. They were full of righteousness and hot blood!

Looking carefully at the words left by these predecessors, Fang Che went up the mountain.

He knew that except for a very small number of predecessors who broke through the Saint Emperor and left here, most of the others had already fallen asleep on the mountain.

Everyone who could leave words here was enough to dominate a place when they went out!

However, they all chose to die here in obscurity.

Only these stone walls could record their names.

In fact, some people's names have only been left on the stone walls here!

How many names can be engraved on both sides of this thousands of feet up the mountain road?

All the way up the mountain, there was no blank space. Every name, every sentence, is a heroic back, and is an immortal heroic soul!

Fang Che counted and reached more than 4,000 steps, but the words on both sides were still densely packed, and they were getting denser and denser, with less and less blank space.

And the handwriting became smaller.

Fang Che understood the psychology of these predecessors very well: they went up the mountain and saw that they were all engraved, so they wanted to find a blank place to engrave their own names.

But as they climbed the mountain, they found that there was no blank space. When they finally found a blank space, they were very cautious about leaving words.

Because they wanted to leave space for future generations.

So they were all neat and tidy, and the handwriting was very small.

Six thousand steps, still full of names, looking at the stone walls on both sides, as the mountain became steeper and steeper, they were getting higher and higher, some of them had reached thirty feet, and they were still densely packed.

He counted step by step.

Finally saw a blank space, a stone wall that was not filled.

From here upwards, it was all blank.

He saw a familiar name.

"The children of the Feng family, live forever! Feng Xiangdong!"

Awe-inspiring sentence.

Next to it were a bunch of names, all beginning with the word "Feng", more than a thousand in number.

All the same inscriptions: "The children of the Feng family, live forever!"

Then came their respective names, one after another, full of fighting spirit, like a row of troops that had already set up their formations and were ready to charge into battle.

The handwriting was brand new, and one could even see the white stone seal that had been carved.

Obviously, it had just been carved.

Calculating the time, it should have left Donghu and returned to the Feng family's gathering place without stopping, and then came all the way all night without stopping.

Fang Che took a deep breath and drew out his long sword with a clang.

Bibo City, Fang Che!

He originally wanted to carve the fourteen words "Heroic souls stand out for thousands of years, and here I am one more person".

But thinking of his mission and the identity of the Night Demon, if he was discovered, he would inevitably leave a little flaw.

So he swallowed the fourteen words back.

He just carved his name neatly.

Then he found that the stone wall was reinforced by divine power and was extremely hard. With the sharpness of the Hades, he actually needed the power of a monarch to leave words on it.

Looking at his own name.

Fang Che smiled bitterly.

The words he carved were a little lighter.

If his identity was exposed one day, someone would come to erase his name, right? To save them some energy at that time.

He gathered his mood and went up all the way.

The stone wall in front was already blank.

Fang Che couldn't help but look back.

It was a stone wall full of names all the way to the end of the blurred vision.

It was as if there were tens of billions of heroic souls, all looking at him with smiles on their faces.

Fang Che also smiled.

Then he turned around and went up all the way.

Not far away, he climbed a hillside shrouded in clouds and mist, and saw a flat land in front of him, and on the flat land, a building.

This building is definitely not magnificent, but it can definitely be said to be grand.

It is all made of tens of thousands of pounds of stones.

But there are no buildings, only bungalows connected together, blending into the whole mountain.

A very simple gate, with two guards standing on the left and right.

Seeing Fang Che coming, he immediately stepped forward to ask.

"Whose family?"

"Not from the family, I'm Fang Che, come to report to General Yan Xifeng, and listen to the arrangements of the Marquis."

The two guards looked expressionless as they checked Fang Che's medals and letters from the Southeast Headquarters, and then started business: "Master Yan, please go in and wait at the middle door."

These two people seemed to have no idea what the word Fang Che meant.

I don’t know about Fang Tu, who is famous all over the world.

But Fang Che understood after thinking about it: Even if he knew, what could he do?

No matter how famous you are outside, people here look down upon you: Is it just this little achievement?

Among the people who are kings and hegemons in the interior, which one is not obedient here? Which one's meritorious service is not better than yours?

The pride in the hearts of people in this area is really unparalleled.

But this kind of pride is something that everyone must admit: they deserve this pride!

Walking in, there is a huge hall.

There are already many people waiting inside.

When Fang Che handed over his paperwork, someone came to take it and arranged for him to sit in a chair in the corner.

The face of the person next to him was stern, as sharp as a knife or an ax.

Seeing that Fang Che was young, he asked, "Which family is he from?"

Fang Che understood: The opening remarks of people here and people they don’t know probably all start with this sentence: Which company is it from?

"Does not belong to the family, is a loose cultivator." Fang Che had no choice but to introduce himself again: "Bibo City, Fang Che."

"Oh. Fang Che? Never heard of it. Bibo City? The Bibo City in the southeast?"

"yes."

"The person named Fang... I haven't seen the person named Fang for a long time."

The man asked: "What cultivation level?"

"The Venerable is at the peak of the fourth rank and will soon break through to the fifth rank."

Upon hearing this, a faint sarcastic smile appeared on the man's face: "This cultivation level, tsk, does it matter in the guardian headquarters? Come to gild it?"

Fang Che coughed: "It's a small matter."

"hehe……"

The man said calmly: "When you enter the secret realm and start fighting, your relationship... is just shit. It won't affect you becoming an ice sculpture corpse at all... but it doesn't matter. You are a Venerable. It's worth coming here in exchange for a family badge of honor." Just die."

Fang Che's mouth twitched.

The people here are really nice to talk to.

"Senior, what's your surname?"

The man chuckled and said, "You don't know even if I tell you."

"Maybe I know?"

Fang Che asked.

"My name is Wind Knife."

Feng Dao looked at Fang Che's face with a look like a wind knife, and said sarcastically: "Have you heard of it?"

"nature."

Fang Che has been with Feng Xiangdong and others for so long, and he can be said to be very knowledgeable about the members of the three major families of Feng Yuxue.

"A genius among the penultimate generation of the Feng family. At the age of twenty-five, he entered the secret realm to fight. He won every battle. He has reached the peak of the ninth level of the Holy King. He is one of the leaders of the Feng family in the secret realm. The senior is very impressive. Who in the world doesn’t know this great name?”

Fang Che said with great familiarity.

"Who in the world doesn't know?"

There was confusion on Feng Dao's chiseled face: "Now they have actually started to promote this place? How can that be done? Isn't the Mainland panicking?"

"..."

Fang Che was silent.

"You, a little kid, are only at the Venerable level. Why are you here to join in the fun? Your family is too unscrupulous to gain merit, isn't it?"

The wind knife continues to output.

Fang Che: "..."

"It's really..."

Feng Dao smacked his lips and said: "Play the piano! You ants like you come here and send someone to take care of you. There are so many things to take care of and die together. Why do you want to get along with someone like you for a well-connected person like you?" What a shame for a veteran who has fought countless battles for the rest of his life.”

Feng Dao looked at Fang Che with disgust.

Fang Che was speechless.

Because he could tell from Feng Dao's words that this kind of thing had happened many times before...

Fortunately, it was at this time.

The herald's voice came: "Fang Che! Summoned by the general manager!"

Upon hearing the name Fang Che, only two or three people in the entire hall looked up in surprise.

Others were indifferent.

Feng Dao spat behind Fang Che: "It's indeed a related household! I asked Yan Xifeng as soon as I came here, bah! The weakling... must have stayed behind to do logistics."

Several old guys next to him, who were dressed in iron-blooded and indifferent fighting spirit, simultaneously sighed in disdain.

"People nowadays are becoming more and more utilitarian."

Then another person said: "Old Daozi, aren't there a group of people from your Feng family here? Why are you sitting here again?"

Feng Dao said distressedly: "Didn't my vice-captain die? I always have to come and remind him when he can make up for it."