Lord of the night.

Chapter 555: It’s too difficult to be a disciple... [Two in one]

"Ancestor, Master...he was nailed to the top of Baiyunzhou City by his flying knife inserted through his mouth. At that time...it was freezing cold..."

Fang Che's eyes were red and he gritted his teeth.

The story of Sun Yuan's death is even more sensational and tragic.

Sun Wutian's expression was calm and motionless, but murderous intent flashed through his eyes.

Fang Che passed by, and then explained how he used his authority to remove Sun Yuan's leader and sent him back to his ancestral grave for burial.

Then he told that he took the real sword manual from the Sun family in accordance with Sun Yuan's will.

That is to say, hate the Heavenly Sword Technique...

And he left some resources and money for the Sun family - this is what he really did.

Then I started to practice the Hattian Sword from that time... Due to the surge of hatred, I discovered the real secret of the sword technique...

All experiences have been recounted.

Very detailed!
It was said that later in Baiyun Continent, people sent by Chen Yin were used to kill people from the Li family to avenge Sun Yuan.

Sun Wutian suddenly spoke and said calmly: "The person who killed Sun Yuan was a member of the Wang family and the Li family?"

"Yes!"

Fang Che pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "Although the disciple's current cultivation level is low, as for the hatred towards the master...disciple, disciple...disciple still wants to kill these families with his own hands!"

Sun Wutian snorted, feeling a little unhappy. He glanced at Fang Che several times and said, "I'll leave a few for you."

Fang Che said obediently: "Thank you, Patriarch."

What was Sun Wutian thinking about? After a long time, he said calmly: "How many warriors have the Sun family produced in so many years?"

Fang Che smiled bitterly: "This disciple has actually checked this... Over the past thousands of years, the Sun family's warriors... have produced hundreds of people, with the highest cultivation level... king level; that is my master. And the master The final level of cultivation is to become an emperor after receiving initiation from the sect.”

Sun Wutian groaned and said nothing for a long time.

But Fang Che could feel a burst of suppressed emotions, rising suddenly but being suppressed again.

Obviously the old devil was not at peace in his heart either.

But Fang Che had a different idea in his mind: With your style of slaughtering the world, you can still have descendants to pass it down. God has no eyes for it...

Is there anything else you’re not satisfied with?
"But for so many years, the Sun family has not become rich and powerful, but they still live a peaceful and happy life in the local area. If a big landowner... changes to martial arts, I am afraid... it will be a disaster rather than a blessing."

Fang Che reminded.

Sun Wutian nodded and said: "I have never had the idea of ​​letting the Sun family practice martial arts... This is also very good."

He sighed softly.

Speaking of family, it has been so many years, and it is pure nonsense to say that there is still any concern about the family.

But when I think about it occasionally, I feel at ease somehow.

"When the Patriarch returns this time, do you want to go back to the south of Baiyunzhou City to see the family?" Fang Che asked, "If you are interested, the disciple can be your guide."

"That's all."

Sun Wutian said calmly: "There's nothing interesting to see. As long as we know that the Sun family is still there and the bloodline is still continuing...that's enough."

His eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life, but at this moment he was showing some humanity, and he said solemnly: "It would be better for me never to go... People like me will bring disaster wherever they get close."

"..."

Fang Che lowered his head and said nothing.

Then Sun Wutian looked at him coldly: "Since you are a disciple of my Sun family, why did you change your position to join the Yin Shen Palace? My Sun family has insulted you?"

"Ancestor... This matter is really helpless. When the leader was targeted in the plan to raise Gu to become a god, the disciples had already learned the seven swords of the blood spirit from the leader, and they were half-teachers..."

"Furthermore, when we were focused on teaching internal and external troubles, Master is from the leader's side. If the leader cannot be saved, I'm afraid we..."

"After all, we are from the headquarters, we..."

Fang Che looked flustered and stammered in explanation.

"Humph……"

The old devil could tell that he felt very complicated.

There was a lot of dissatisfaction, but also some relief from the successors.

"Ancestor, my identity...my..."

Fang Che looked at the old devil eagerly.

This is a fucking treasure mountain.

If you leak a little bit, it will take you a long time to digest it.

"There is nothing that can change this. Your master is dead." The old devil said: "Besides, I am separated from you by thousands of generations...you still want to become my disciple?"

"My disciple has absolutely no intention of doing this!"

Fang Che said: "It's just that when the disciple suddenly saw the ancestor coming, he was... excited! It was like a child who had no support... and suddenly found out that the disciple... had a backer! And the backer... was so strong !”

Fang Che's voice was choked as he spoke.

Obviously, he was very excited.

Although Sun Wutian is indifferent to family affection, it can be seen from the fact that he has kept the family and maintained it with all his heart for so many years.

After waking up after being in a coma for thousands of years, he suddenly found out that he had a successor and was the disciple of his descendants.

This feeling was enough to make him feel complicated.

Now that I see Fang Che showing his true feelings, especially the sentence "A child with nothing to rely on," I suddenly know that I have someone to rely on! 'These words completely hit the old devil's heart!

As a casual cultivator, he knows better than anyone what the words "no backer" mean.

It represents the despair and helplessness that makes the world not respond and makes the earth and the earth not work!
It is the desolation of being bullied!

Fang Che sniffed and said sadly: "This disciple... I don't know how he came here all these years. As a sect, he became the champion of the plan to raise Gu to become a god, but he didn't even dare to show his face."

"Countless families want to kill me, and countless enemies of this sect... stay anonymous, be careful, and walk on thin ice... Before the plan to raise Gu to become a god, the disciples could still move around, but now, they dare not move at all!"

"Disciple is puzzled, how many champions have we had in the cult of cultivating Gu to become gods over the years? Why don't others receive such treatment? Why did the disciple suddenly become the target of public criticism when he won the championship?"

"Furthermore, this disciple, a champion, has implicated the master to death..."

"Now I can only use a false identity. Every time I do it, the disciples feel that they are more comfortable with the Guardian than in their own sect... Why is this? Why is this?!"

"Master died tragically. My disciples can only borrow the power of others to kill two or three enemies. However, the real mastermind is still at large, and he is still using all means to hunt me down."

"In order to protect me, the leader and master, the entire Yixin Sect has been banned!"

"With no resources and no backing, I can only grit my teeth and practice hard. The children of the aristocratic families who originally participated in raising Gu to become gods with me, and the heirs of the headquarters, now everyone's real cultivation level is higher than mine!"

"And this disciple has to rely on charity from others for even a pill..."

"The disciple gritted his teeth, practiced hard, completed various tasks with all his strength, fought with all his strength, circled in front of the gate of hell, trained in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, in order to get that aura of light in his mind..."

"However, even with a thousand times of effort, someone can completely surpass you with just one pill!"

Fang Che said with extreme anger.

He was like a helpless child who was bullied by others and suddenly found his own supporter and poured out all the pain in his heart.

Sun Wutian stood with his hands behind his back and sighed softly.

Fang Che wiped away his tears and said nervously: "Master, it's the disciple who lost his temper. Suddenly... I don't know why, why he said so many useless words... It's just that it's been too difficult for the disciple these years! It's really too difficult……"

If Fang Che hadn't said that he was worthless, Sun Wutian would definitely have scolded him: "He is worthless!" to show his dissatisfaction and love for his younger generation.

But Fang Che said it himself, and Sun Wutian wanted to comfort him instead.

After all, he is the first relative he has seen after thousands of years.

And, maybe the only one!
"There's nothing to be said for showing true feelings."

Sun Wutian's heart softened, and his pity suddenly rose. He instantly became kind-hearted, and said with a sigh: "I have suffered a lot from you these years."

Ordinarily, at this point, the most important thing Fang Che should do is to follow Sun Wutian's words, kneel down, hug Sun Wutian's thigh and cry loudly.

But Fang Che had been brewing for a long time but couldn't get the mood right, so he had to forcefully laugh, wiped his eyes, sniffed and said: "Disciple can see the founder today... I won't have to suffer anymore in the future!"

"well said!"

Sun Wutian snorted angrily, looked into the distance proudly, and said, "That's right! If you see me today, you won't have to suffer anymore in the future!"

He waved his hand.

Something fell into Fang Che's hand and he said, "This is for you."

Fang Che was immediately overjoyed, thinking it was some good thing, a heritage jade or something...but when he looked down, he saw that it was his communication jade.

"...Thank you, Patriarch."

"Your sword skills are well polished. There is nothing left about your skills."

Sun Wutian said calmly: "It's just that your current cultivation level is not enough, and you can't exert the true power of the Hatian Sword Technique. You have to accumulate evil energy on weekdays!"

"Yes."

"When you want to kill someone, no matter who your opponent is, they always have one..."

Sun Wutian thought for a while and said: "... full of hatred, the kind of murderous intention to kill his whole family and the whole city! The ferocious spirit can be unleashed at any time. Send and receive only from the heart!"

"Thank you, Grandmaster, for your guidance."

"Besides this, what else do you practice?"

"There is also the Feitian Sword Technique, passed down by Master Sun Yuan; the Seven Blood Spirit Swords, passed down by Master Yin Shen Palace, the advanced version of the Seven Blood Spirit Swords, the Blood Smoke Sword... and the Tuotian Sword, which the disciple only found out today is incomplete. In addition to this, there is the guardian's martial arts, and the disciples also learned a lot from the martial arts academy..."

Fang Che Linlin listed twenty or thirty kinds.

Hearing this, the old devil kept frowning.

"What kind of barren stuff is this?"

Sun Wutian was very dissatisfied: "That sword of yours is quite famous, but it turned out that the sword seed given to you by Ningxue Sword was realized by yourself; what are the others...?"

Fang Che lowered his head, tried his best to show a 'weak, pitiful, and helpless' look, and said with shame: "Disciple is guilty..."

Sun Wutian waved his hand: "You have a fart crime!"

He pondered for a moment and said: "The Blood Smoke Swordsman... is of no use unless you practice to the highest level; and the Seven Blood Spirit Swords... why don't you use them today?"

"Disciples know that although the Seven Blood Spirit Swords are killing swords, they can be used against the same level or super level. They can even deal with the Saint level at the Emperor level. But for higher levels and larger gaps, it cannot be dealt with. If it works, you will suffer a big loss because the sword moves lightly... The Patriarch is as powerful as a Yuan Ting Yue Zhi as soon as he makes a move, and he is so powerful that he can hide without making a move, so the disciple..."

Fang Che looked a little embarrassed; "...I don't dare to use it."

"You're pretty good!"

Sun Wutian snorted and asked, "What are you missing now?"

Fang Che's eyes lit up, and the opportunity had come.

"Disciple... lacks everything, lacks high-end skills, lacks high-end cultivation materials, lacks high-end healing elixirs, lacks divine metals, lacks life-saving magic weapons, lacks..."

Sun Wutian resisted the urge to be stunned!

What the hell...

I just asked this casually.

As a result...we got into trouble?

This kid... lacks everything?
But thinking about Night Demon's situation, he couldn't help but sigh.

During the time between waking up and coming out, I heard countless people in the headquarters talking about the Night Demon.

The situation is indeed dire.

"I'm not afraid of Grandmaster's jokes."

Fang Che said pitifully: "The most precious resources for the disciples now are the rewards from the original plan to raise Gu to become gods and the championship rewards from the friendly battles of the younger generation. Most of the remaining resources are with the guardians." Bian, given by the guardian.”

Sun Wutian had a dark look on his face.

This is so fucking miserable!
He knew clearly that this boy was showing off his pity, but he had nothing to say, because, from a superficial point of view, this boy's greatest resource really came from this. "Ancestor gives it to you!"

Sun Wutian snorted, then touched his body, and then felt embarrassed.

I carry a lot of things with me now, but they are all for my own use, and there are really very few that are suitable for Night Demon's level.

At this moment, Sun Wutian only felt extremely regretful.

He now understood what the strange expression on Yan Nan's face after he called him over to talk about Night Demon meant: It's your first time meeting your descendant, and you didn't even prepare a meeting gift?

Old thing!
You didn't remind me!

Sun Wutian fumbled for a while, coughed twice, quietly moved his finger away from the ring, and said calmly: "Where are you going now?..."

"Disciple is going to Bibo City and going home... There is something going on at home, which made the Grandmaster laugh. This is what happened..."

Fang Che explained respectfully.

Sun Wutian immediately said: "This is a big deal and a business matter. In this case, we can't delay your business! You go home first, and after I think about what you need, I will get a batch for you, and then I will naturally go find you." "

"Yes, Grandmaster. Disciple, don't be in a hurry!"

Fang Che said in a very sensible manner: "Actually, I have enough on hand... It's just the first time I've met the Patriarch. Disciple... I'm a little greedy. Grandmaster shouldn't take it to heart. It's the disciple's fault."

Sun Wutian felt less and less excited.

Said: "You go do your own thing first. When you return to East Lake Continent, I will teach you how to truly hate the Heavenly Sword."

"The real Hate Tian Dao?"

Fang Che was stunned for a moment and said: "What the disciple has learned..."

"What you have learned is my Hattian Sword, and the unique skill of Hattian Sword belongs to the sect. But since you have practiced my Hattian Sword to such an extent, you can also practice the sect's Hattian Sword. "

Then he said: "Go out. I will come looking for you in a few days."

"Okay. Patriarch, please take care of your health... Disciple sincerely prays that Patriarch will live forever and be in good health."

Fang Che looked at Sun Wutian with admiration: "Grandmaster, take care of yourself. The current world is different from that of the past. Disciple... I would like to explain to you...this..."

"You still need this!"

Sun Wutian laughed and scolded.

Fang Che smiled in surprise and said: "It's just that the Patriarch appeared in the southeast. There must be something that requires the Patriarch to do something, but the Patriarch has not been out for many years. The disciple is now a life and death patrol in the Southeast. Everything has been going well recently. The official luck of the Guardian Prosperity...it's of some use...hehe, it's just a matter of duty."

He wanted to find out the reason for Sun Wutian's visit.

And it also emphatically pointed out that 'I have a high position, everything goes well, and my official career is prosperous'; that means: You'd better not cause trouble for me...

Fang Che was really afraid that this old devil would go on a killing spree in the southeast without caring about it!
This old guy is too lethal!

Sun Wutian didn't care at all, and said: "I came to sit in the southeast, and by the way, I wanted to find out what the Shen Weasel Cult is."

He looked at Fang Che with his gray eyes and said, "Don't worry, my purpose here is not to be a guardian."

"Yes."

Fang Che felt relieved, but also felt a shiver in his heart.

This old devil is really keen, and he can't be tempted like this again in the future.

He added: "The disciples are here and have a little energy. The founder can rest assured."

"Is it just your energy?"

Sun Wutian sneered, and then said: "After you get out, just pretend to be unconscious."

"The disciple understands."

Fang Che originally wanted to deal with this matter, but now that Sun Wutian has made arrangements, he is naturally relieved.

Well, I also fell into a coma, and I didn’t know what was going on.

This is a good idea.

Just as he was about to go out, Sun Wutian said, "Hey, you kid, you didn't even bother to communicate with the Patriarch."

Fang Che slapped his head and quickly took out the communication jade of the I-Orthodox Sect: "It's a discourtesy of a disciple. Please let the Patriarch pass."

When Fang Che came out, he felt that the sky and the earth were clear.

He quickly took two steps, put on his cloak, then lay down on the ground and closed his eyes.

Sun Wutian waved his sleeves, knocking Fang Che unconscious, and then waved his sleeves again, and suddenly the whole group fell to the ground neatly, including their horses.

He actually carefully maintained everyone's previous formation.

Wu Zi is worried.

It doesn't matter if these guardians die, but my descendants of the Hatred Heaven Sword cannot die, and they are watching in secret...

After a long time.

A muffled groan.

An Ruoxing, who had the highest level of cultivation among the people, was the first to wake up, holding his head in his hands and feeling confused: "What...what's going on?"

Then I saw everyone staggering around, and for a moment I was so frightened that I thought they were all dead.

He hurried forward to check and made sure they were all still alive, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He frowned and thought: What's going on?

Not long after.

Old Man Shen and others woke up one after another, all of them in a daze.

Fang Che and Ye Meng finally woke up, looking confused.

"What happened?"

Everyone was talking.

An Ruoxing and others woke up first, but they couldn't say anything. They just felt a buzzing in their heads and didn't know anything.

"Strange thing... I must have met a master!"

Fang Che thought with a heavy look on his face: "Are there experts fighting?"

Everyone then woke up.

Seeing that there seemed to be traces of a battle not far away, they couldn't help but be shocked: "What kind of battle between masters can make so many of us unconscious in an instant?"

An Ruoxing and others began to inspect the scene.

But of course nothing was found.

Everyone came to a confused conclusion: "There must have been a master guardian who protected us and fought the devil just now!"

Other than that, there's really no explanation.

Then everyone checked that they were okay and continued on their way.

An Ruoxing has already reported this matter: "While I was waiting for a way..., a strange thing happened..."

Then facing the doubts of Fang Che and others, An Ruoxing acted confidently and said, "The boss told us not to worry, just keep the original itinerary."

"Oh……"

Everyone understands.

Only An Ruoxing himself felt more and more worried, because the higher-ups... didn't know either. But he couldn't say anything, so he could only urge everyone to hurry up.

So we continued on our way to Bibo City.

This way, we walked a little faster. Soon, we passed through this mountain forest.

high altitude.

Seeing Fang Che flawlessly pretending to be confused and passing away, Sun Wutian felt relieved.

So he immediately and without a trace went to the southeastern headquarters of the Solipsistic Orthodox Church.

……

When the Chief Protector arrived, the Southeast Headquarters of the Only One Orthodox Sect was immediately beaming with joy.

Feng Yun personally went out to greet him: "The Chief Protector is coming to the southeast. I am sorry that I am not able to welcome him from afar. I hope that the Grand Protector will forgive me."

When everyone thought about it, Master Yun personally came to greet him, why should Protector Sun smile?

But what everyone didn't expect was... Sun Wutian had a dark face, snorted, ignored it and walked inside.

Feng Yun didn't know why, so he hurriedly turned around and chased after him, smiling apologetically.

Before he spoke, Sun Wutian said: "A few things."

"Please give me your instructions, Chief Protector."

"First, the headquarters Li family, Wang family, Han family, Cheng family..."

Sun Wutian mentioned seven companies in succession: "Give me the information on these companies."

Feng Yun was confused: "Each of these surnames has several families. Which family is the Chief Protector talking about...?"

"The families who died in the last plan to raise Gu to become a god!" Sun Wutian rolled his eyes, full of evil aura.

"understood."

Feng Yun frowned and thought, then ordered Feng Yi: "Go and do it immediately! Within a day!"

Feng Yi turned around and walked out.

Feng Yun thought for a while and said: "Protector Sun...is this related to the Night Demon?"

Sun Wutian rolled his eyelids and said with a strange smile: "Sure enough, he is of Feng Du's bloodline, his mind is very quick!"

Feng Yun suddenly felt something in his heart and said with a smile, "Junior just said it casually."

Sun Wutian rolled his eyes, looked at Feng Yun, and said calmly: "My mind is quick, but I don't know if the mouth is tight or not?"

Feng Yun laughed and said: "As long as Protector Sun doesn't tell others anymore, then if any outsiders find out, Feng Yun will surrender this head with both hands."

"Do I dare to chop off the head of the eldest son of your only orthodox sect?"

Sun Wutian has a strange yin and yang attitude.

Feng Yun smiled: "You're welcome, Mr. Sun. You are my elder. In front of you, I am like your grandson for many generations. It's not your words to hit or scold me."

Feng Yun's words of flattery were very accurate.

He felt that what he said was extremely appropriate.

But these words just touched Sun Wutian's back pain.

How many generations of grandchildren?

I think of how many generations of my grandchildren have been beheaded and their bodies are incomplete; how many generations of disciples of my grandchildren have been chased to heaven and earth, like rats crossing the street.

Sun Wutian felt even more angry.

"How old are you?"

Sun Wutian asked, rolling his eyelids.

"Thirty-five." Feng Yun replied respectfully.

"Thirty-five...hehe...what level of cultivation?" Sun Wutian asked again.

"Fourth Grade Holy King."

Feng Yun didn't know what it meant. I can only answer truthfully.

"A good family background means you are awesome! You are only thirty-five, and you are already a holy king!"

Sun Wutian said angrily: "What a fucking genius!"

(End of this chapter)