Lord of the night.

Chapter 669: The Return of the Flying Knife [Additional chapters 21 and 22 for the Golden Alliance Leader Wise Haichen]

When Sun Wutan said this, he actually let out a long sigh.

It can be seen that his heart is also full of complexities.

"I'm so jealous. He does the same thing as I do, so why is he so comfortable? Not only is he fine, but his family is fine too. Is there any justice in this world? Why are people's experiences so different? "

"So I killed his whole family!"

"But after killing his entire family, I regretted it even more."

There was some pain in Sun Wutan's voice.

But in Fang Che's heart, he no longer had any sympathy for this old devil.

Just listened silently.

"Perhaps in the eyes of a die-hard demon disciple like you, what I did was very satisfying... After all, I killed a powerful enemy!"

Sun Wutian chuckled: "That's why you couldn't help but say hello."

Fang Che lowered his head and said, "Disciple does think it is good... I hope Master will forgive me."

Sun Wutian snorted angrily and wanted to hit him again, but after thinking about it, he sighed: "Forget it. You should think so."

Fang Che said: "But the teachings of the ancestor make sense, and such an opponent is indeed worthy of our respect. I wonder if this Death Flying Knife, who lost the battle with the ancestor, said anything?"

Fang Che said this in a state of excitement, but he shouldn't have asked this question.

But Sun Wutian was also in a state of excitement. He looked into the distance, with a flash of light in his eyes, as if he had returned to the battle of that year. After a long while, he said softly, "From the beginning to the end, I didn't say anything."

"Even if I cut off your head, your eyes would quietly close, with a peaceful and mocking expression on your face."

"He didn't even want to say a word to me!!"

Sun Wutian roared, feeling his heart filled with resentment, and said angrily: "He looks down on me! He didn't even bother to say a word to me! He only needs to say one sentence: After I die, you let my family go! I will definitely do it! But that bastard didn't even say a word!"

"So I was so furious that I killed his entire village and dozens of nearby villages!"

Sun Wutan was furious, but as he spoke, his rage slowly subsided, and his last sentence sounded like a sigh.

Fang Che hung his head.

I just felt like a volcano erupting in my heart.

Look down on you?

He looks down on you, and he deserves it. What qualifications do you have to make others look up to you as a hero?
Sun Wuotian's mood visibly dropped, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Fang Che didn't say anything else.

Because he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, the emotions in his voice would be exposed. He tried hard to suppress them with the Infinite Sutra!
The Infinite Sutra roared and spread like magma, and the Five Spirit Gu in the body trembled.

After a long time.

Sun Wutian finally spoke: "This time, I will act like before. I will be your substitute."

He looked at Fang Che's face with a ghostly look and said in a serious tone, "But this time, you have to promise me one thing."

Fang Che said: "Whatever the master says, I will agree to it!"

Sun Wutian said calmly: "Although I am your substitute, but... from now on, this reputation must be known as the Death Flying Knife."

Fang Che looked up suddenly.

There was a light in his eyes.

Sun Wutian was seen looking into the distance with a look of disappointment, his hair rustling and his eyes cloudy. He said in a dreamy voice, "He... can never kill enemies for the Guardians again, but let him bring peace to the world."

"Then, what should the disciple do?" Fang Che was shocked and asked with his head down.

"It's okay. When the guardian asks you again, just tell him that when I was impersonating you, I used the flying knife when I encountered a strong enemy."

"Then the reason why he hasn't appeared for so many years is the loss of the origin that you reported. It can also make him famous again. The person you saved in the Forest of Ten Thousand Spirits... the excuse is complete."

"It will also allow the name of the Death Flying Knife to be known again!"

"understand?"

Sun Wutan let out a soft sigh.

There was a flash in his hand.

A dense mass of flying knives appeared in his palm.

The knife flashes fiercely.

The cold light jumped.

Fang Che looked at the flying knife and whispered, "Why did the ancestor do this?"

"..."

Sun Wutian was unwilling to answer this question, but he still answered reluctantly: "Because of his contempt..."

Fang Che's heart was shaken wildly.

Because of his contempt!
This sentence proves that Sun Wutan actually knows everything in his mind!

Fang Che just wanted to shout out loud: You clearly knew everything, but why did you do that! ?
Sun Wutian stared at the flying knife in his hand in a trance and said calmly: "This is the Death Flying Knife. This is the flying knife that person used back then. All of them are made of Star God Iron, and there are nine hundred of them in total."

Fang Che looked carefully, observing these flying knives that had once drunk demon blood, these relics of heroes, and tried hard to restrain the respect that was about to burst out in his eyes.

The flying knife is small and shines with a cold light.

It seemed to be telling about its master's past achievements, glory, and regrets.

Sun Wutian said softly: "...and, since you reported that you cured this man's original injury, and he is willing to help you in this way, it is impossible for him not to teach you the art of the fatal flying knife."

"So, I will teach you the art of flying knives later."

"It will take me two days to get to Tiandu."

"During these two days, you will be in my territory, practicing the flying knife technique!"

Fang Che looked at these flying knives eagerly. These were the heroes' flying knives, how could they stay in the hands of the devil for long?

He asked softly, "But I don't have any flying knives. Can you give me these?"

Sun Wutian didn't look back, but just looked at the flying knife in his hand and said coldly: "Of course I'll give it to you!"

"I'll give you 600 first. When you've mastered it, I'll give you all of them. I won't keep even a single one."

His voice was cold.

But there was one thing he didn't say, because he felt that it was useless to say such words to those who believed in the orthodoxy of the self.

That is: every time I see these flying knives, my heart feels like it is being pierced by them, and it is very painful.

But I can't bear to throw it away.

Now that we have finally found a successor for our flying knives, of course we have to throw them all out as quickly as possible!

Don't leave a single one!

Sun Wutian threw a bunch of them at me and said coldly, "In two days, you must at least get started with the Death Flying Knife."

Fang Che caught the flying knife.

I felt a chill in the palms of my hands.

He unconsciously exerted force, feeling the breath of the flying knife, and vaguely, he seemed to feel the indifference and heroism of the fatal flying knife.

Finally got a large portion back!
Senior, your flying knife has finally returned to the guardian's hands. Do you know about this in your soul in heaven? Are you relieved?
The flying knife was speechless, lying silently in his hand.

Just like the predecessor who just wanted to live a simple life, he worked in the mountains like an ordinary person, unknown to others, and kept the mountain of glory deep in his heart, in silence.

But they are like soldiers lined up in neat rows, ready to go to battle at any time and drink the devil's blood again!

Although I am indifferent, I still have to fight bravely in this critical moment for the mainland!
Live up to what you have learned in this life!
Fang Che calmed his mind for a moment and said softly, "Disciple has practiced flying knives for a period of time before. With the basics, it shouldn't be difficult."

He had used flying knives in a friendly battle among the younger generation. Although Sun Wutan didn't know it now, Fang Che also needed to make up for this.

"That's good."

Sun Wutian was playing with five or six flying knives in his hands, with a complicated look in his eyes: "This time, I will use these flying knives... to kill everyone in that city!"

"Go make the arrangements first. I'll take you out after noon."

Sun Wutan's voice was cold.

"Yes, the disciple retire."

"Go out."

After throwing Fang Che out, Sun Wutan stayed in the field for a long time.

He stared at the flying knives in his hand in a trance. It was these flying knives that once whizzed around his neck...

That ordinary cloth, that simple hoe, that peaceful mountain village, that calm and sarcastic expression until death...the past is still vivid in my mind.

Then he looked at the place where Fang Che was rolling around after being beaten by him and sighed.

Sun Wutan knew clearly that Fang Che's reaction was correct and normal. This was how a member of the Only Orthodox Church should be.

But when he heard that word "OK", he still slapped her in anger.

I had absolutely no control over myself.

It was like the feeling of being ridiculed for doing good deeds and having your whole family wiped out...

But I regretted it after the fight.

"Hey……"

Sun Wutan sighed.

Sun Wutian looked at the quiet village in the distance, sighed deeply, and cursed with a complicated mood: "It's really... really... really damn it! What a fucking life! What a weird and weird way of heaven! This damn God! Oh..."

He squatted down and looked at the flying knife in his hand.

He sighed again and again: "I don't regret killing you... I also regret killing you, but the thing I regret most is not asking your name... You should have left your name... We are the same."

The flying knife was silent, flashing with a cold light.

It's like a person mocking silently: Who are you? How can I be like you?
It would be the greatest humiliation for me to announce my name to someone like you!

……

Fang Che went out and practiced Bingche Lingtai in his captain's room for a long time to calm his mind.

Then he called Ye Meng and Zhao Ying'er in.

"I have a few things to arrange. I will leave for Tiandu soon."

"The first thing to do is wait for Mo Ganyun and the others to come back, and leave two people with high cultivation to sit in the inspection hall, ready to help attack and eliminate the new sect of the Only Orthodox Church at any time."

"The other five will set out immediately after resting and reorganizing the remaining five continents."

"Let Feng Xiangdong go to Nirvana Martial Arts Academy to take up the post of vice-president. And give lectures on my behalf. If anyone is dishonest, kill them without mercy."

"also……"

Fang Che talked about more than twenty things in succession, and Ye Meng and Zhao Ying'er took notes seriously.

"There are still nine little guys. Don't be soft-hearted, train them to death!"

Fang Che finally glared.

"I've been practicing... to death."

Night dream whispered.

"Die a little more."

"puff!"

The two girls were happy.

Zhao Ying'er went to the next room, Fang Che pulled Ye Meng aside and secretly gave her two Qiongxiao flowers.

"what is this?"

"The everlasting youth, the everlasting goldenrod."

"what!!!!"

Ye Meng almost screamed out loud, but Fang Che covered her mouth with his hand.

"One. Take the fruit and eat it, and then... you can go back and adjust yourself until you feel your most beautiful... eat it, and then you can stay in your most beautiful state forever and ever... understand?"

"I understand. Hehehe...hehehe..."

Ye Meng was so happy that he was stunned. His little head nodded rapidly with a dreamy look in his eyes.

A small hand tightly grasped the jade containing the Qiongxiao flower.

It's like holding your own life in your hands.

"Control your temper. Your mouth is about to burst."

Fang Che rubbed a certain spot, rubbed it again, and then pinched it, which woke Ye Meng up from her dream, her face flushed and she looked coquettish.

then……

"One is enough, why give me two?"

Ye Meng wrinkled her nose.

"Hehe...you can give that flower to whoever you want. This is the right I give you."

Fang Che coughed.

"Sexy boy!"

"You are such an unreasonable woman! I gave you such a treasure and you actually scolded me..."

Fang Che threatened in a low voice: "I'll beat you to death with a stick when I come back!" "I'm afraid of you!"

Ye Meng raised his head proudly: "If you have the guts, tonight, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow? I'll be waiting for you anytime within two months!"

"..."

Fang Che was furious.

This girl knew clearly that I had to leave now and wouldn't be back for two months, yet she dared to provoke me!

With a slap, Fang Che threatened, "Just wait! When I come back, I'll make sure you can't get out of bed for two months!"

"..."

Ye Meng's face suddenly turned pale.

This guy is so gifted that I really can't handle him.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Let's talk about it when you come back..."

Then he said worriedly: "You must be careful when you go out, and be careful..."

He kept on giving instructions for a long time.

Fang Che nodded repeatedly and agreed: "You too, practice hard at home. Don't be reluctant to use the practice resources I left for you. You must use them all up before I come back, understand! In two months, it will be no problem to upgrade to the monarch level, right?"

Ye Meng wailed: "You think I am you? I am only the fourth rank of the emperor level..."

"You try hard anyway."

Fang Che glared: "This is a mission. If you fail to complete it, you will be punished."

"..."

Early noon.

Fang Che packed up everything, greeted Zhao Shanhe and others with the communication jade, and walked out of the inspection hall door, each holding a sword.

Soar.

The figure disappears.

Ye Meng and the other person finally slowly returned to the room.

Just felt empty again.

Zhao Ying'er was a little listless. After three months of anticipation, Fang Che came back this time and said no more than three sentences to her.

"Sister Ye Meng, this office work is too boring."

"It's not boring when the escort cars come every day."

"That's boring... I just sit here and practice martial arts every day, just like an idle person. When I was in Baiyunzhou, I could go out and patrol the streets every day."

"It won't be boring in the evening."

Ye Meng smiled mysteriously: "Come to my room at night and I will give you a gift. I guarantee you will scream for a quarter of an hour."

Zhao Ying'er raised her eyebrows: "Did you scream like Sister Ye Meng did that night?"

Ye Meng's face suddenly turned red as if blood was dripping, and he rushed forward to suppress Zhao Ying'er: "Little hoof, I think you are asking for a beating!"

Although Zhao Ying'er's cultivation was much higher than Ye Meng's, she did not dare to fight back at all. She could only kick her legs and beg for mercy: "Please spare my life, sister, sister, I was wrong..."

"What on earth is that…"

"Hmph, I won't give it to you."

"Sister..."

"See how you perform tonight."

"Yes, sir! My brother-in-law is not at home, so I will serve you tonight!"

“Get lost…”

……

After Fang Che left East Lake, he entered a dense forest.

A group of people whizzed up behind me and rushed into the woods.

A flash of knife appeared.

It's like cutting the space in two.

With a "plop" sound, eighteen people were cut off at the waist and abdomen, their upper and lower bodies were separated, and blood spurted out.

He didn't even have time to scream before he died.

Sun Wutian appeared in the air with a cold face and said impatiently: "Where did all these stupid and ignorant people come from!"

Fang Che floated out.

Checked the faces of these eighteen people.

Sigh softly.

Among them, there were five people whose names I vaguely remembered. They served in the Guardians, but their families were severely purged by themselves.

As expected, he followed and took action today.

"They are all people from the Southeast Headquarters."

Fang Che said.

"Hehe... I thought this kind of fratricide and assassination only happened in the Soliloquy. The Guardians are not much better."

Sun Wutan sneered and waved his hand, and the eighteen corpses turned into powder.

disappeared without a trace.

Fang Che watched coldly, without any fluctuation in his heart.

Maybe there was some regret before, but now... it was like being in the Gu God space, looking at the piles of corpses of the demon cult.

Experience in the world of mortals, with a cold blade, killing in the world of martial arts, walking alone between light and darkness.

Fang Che's heart became more and more determined.

But it is also becoming more and more indifferent.

Some unnecessary emotions can no longer affect his inner self.

"Let's go, Grandmaster."

Fang Che said calmly: "It's just a few lives."

"Just ants."

Sun Wutian smiled coldly, opened the domain, and threw Fang Che directly into it: "If you can't get your flying knife in within two days and one night, I will peel off your skin!"

Whoosh, tearing through space and disappearing in an instant.

There was a blood mist in the woods, and then it slowly fell down.

Like a powdered net in the sunlight.

……

Fang Tu is back.

There was an earthquake in Donghuzhou.

Fang Tu then walked away again.

There was another earthquake in Donghuzhou.

Then countless people breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Shanhe was furious because he found out that eighteen of his men were missing, and this was reported by the war hall master Xiong Rushan.

The Manggu bear himself was also dumbfounded.

The families of the sixteen people under his command were reorganized by Fang Che, and many people were killed. Xiong Rushan knew about this, so he has been working on it during this period.

And everyone expressed their understanding.

But when Fang Che left the inspection hall, five of them disappeared. Even their most loyal brothers disappeared.

Xiong Rushan was stunned on the spot and ran to Zhao Shanhe to report immediately. Zhao Shanhe's face turned pale immediately.

Immediately organize people to search.

And contact Fang Che.

But Fang Che couldn't get in touch with them, and these eighteen people disappeared.

You can't see people alive, but you can't see corpses even if they are dead.

Zhao Shanhe rushed up in one breath and got a headache because of anger.

He covered his head, held a meeting, and cursed with a grim face.

"Fang Che is taking the blame for the world! He is truly doing good things! Are you all blind?"

"The rectification of the world, the changes in the Seventeen Continents, the changes in the headquarters, the mountain of wealth, the establishment of the Nirvana Martial Academy... How many things have they done? Didn't you see it?"

"Did you only see your child being killed?"

"Don't you have any idea what your child has done? Huh!?"

Zhao Shanhe covered his head which was splitting with pain. The muscles on his face were twitching and throbbing in pain, but he was roaring angrily: "Can you have a little conscience? Can you still have a little conscience?!"

……

That night.

Suddenly, Zhao Ying'er's scream of surprise was heard in the night sky of Prince Fang's Mansion.

Ye Meng quickly covered her mouth.

Zhao Ying'er held the Qiong Xiao Flower in her hands, and she was so excited that she felt dizzy: "For me? For me?"

"Of course." Ye Meng said, "I'll just use one. Who else can I give the other one to? Mom already has one."

Zhao Ying'er blushed.

I lowered my head and looked at the crystal clear golden flowers, and I felt like I was exploding with joy.

"Let's take turns."

Ye Meng said: "I will adjust the dosage first, and then after I take it and the effect unfolds, I will protect you."

Zhao Ying'er was a little conflicted and said, "I won't take it yet. I'll keep it for now... I still need to wait until I pass a few more levels before I can... restore my appearance to its peak. Then I'll take it."

Ye Meng: “????”

"Oh, dear sister... don't worry about it." Zhao Ying'er hugged Ye Meng: "Anyway... this matter is very complicated. I can only promise that I will not change. You believe me!"

Ye Meng said: "If that's the case... that's fine."

Zhao Ying'er carefully put away the Qiong Xiao Flower, her face full of happiness. She suddenly kissed Ye Meng on the face: "Sister Ye Meng, I will always be grateful to you! You will always be my sister in this life!"

……

Tiandu City.

On a mountain outside the city, there is a natural viewing pavilion.

From here, you can see the entire territory of thousands of miles at a glance.

Steam rises from the ground. The north wind whistles and the clouds and mist flow.

At the beginning of Xiyun, the pavilion was sinking, and the rain was about to come and the wind filled the building.

The pavilion is already weathered and looks like it has been renovated many times, but it has maintained its original appearance.

Seven people were sitting in this pavilion.

"Another year has passed."

The first person to speak was the Dean of Tianren Wuyuan in Tiandu City, Tianxuan Lord, Qin Fengyun. Then came the Deputy Dean, Tianji Lord, Luo Hao; Tianquan Lord, Jiang Shangou; Yuheng Lord, Mi Wenqing; Kaiyang Lord, Yun Zaikong; and Yaoguang Lord, Meng Chuxing, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and Meng Chuxing's daughter, Meng Hejun.

There is also a string of small bells on Meng Hejun's wrist.

Speaking of the Big Dipper, the only one missing is the leader, Tianshu.

But the first seat at the table is always empty.

There were no wine glasses, bowls or chopsticks, just empty seats.

Because if they put the tableware on the table, it would mean that the six people were admitting that the boss was dead.

But they didn't believe that the boss was really dead, so they kept the seat empty, waiting for the boss to return.

As long as the boss comes back, he can take this seat at any time.

Continue to command the six brothers and fight again.

Qin Fengyun's gaunt face showed a hint of worry, and he sighed softly, "When the seven of us brothers first ventured into the martial arts world together, we became sworn brothers here. Afterwards, we funded the construction of this Beidou Pavilion."

"It's been more than five hundred years... We gather once a year at Beidou Pavilion. Have you discovered anything?"

The brothers shook their heads in silence.

The Lord of Heavenly Power, Jiang Shangou, buried his head deeply.

Qin Fengyun's gaze fell on Jiang Shangou, and he stared at him for a long time with an inexplicable look.

Then he slowly moved away, looking somewhat thoughtful.

(End of this chapter)