Lord of the night.

Chapter 683: A Madman Fighting the Sky [Two in One]

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

He said enough, but his face showed worry that it was not enough.

Fengyunqi said: "That's definitely enough! What kind of famine can last for three years?"

Dongfang Sansan shook his head and said softly:

"I think the time I need to be prepared for... has arrived, judging by this snow."

Dongfang Sansan frowned: "I hope I can make it through."

Fengyunqi was immediately shocked.

"You actually had such foresight that you prepared for a disaster that wiped out all the crops three years in advance?"

"I just fear it won't be enough."

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

Fengyunqi 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 said it out loud, he would be slapped in the face - Dongfang Sansan had experienced this many times. He had learned a lot.

really.

Dongfang Sansan said: "Everyone knows that natural disasters are drought, flood, snow, wind, hail, etc., but there is one thing we must know, that is, once a natural disaster occurs, not only will the land not produce food, but even the food stored in our hands will decay much faster than in normal years without natural disasters."

"The food is not growing in the fields, but is rotting in our hands. This is a natural disaster!"

Dongfang Sansan said, "That's why I said that the food I stored for so long can only last for three years, because after three years at most, the food will go bad. There won't be much left to use. It's not that there won't be any left."

Fengyunqi really doesn't know about this.

He knew that no food could grow in the fields, but he really didn't know that the food in his hands would rot.

"Is there such a thing?"

"Any old farmer who has experienced natural disasters will understand this."

Dongfang Sansan said: "Rotten, rotten, mildew, insects... in years of natural disasters, they will be ten times more severe than in normal times!"

Fengyunqi was silent.

Decided to observe it when I have time.

Dongfang Sansan randomly changed the subject and said, "However, with this snow, things are not going well for the Weiwo Zhengjiao either."

Feng Yunqi chuckled and said, "Yannan is probably not as well prepared as you are. It's definitely not going to be easy for him! At least not as easy as yours!"

"So we must also be prepared for war."

Dongfang Sansan smiled bitterly: "I am like a rich man now. In these famine years, people outside are like Yannan who can't even get enough food..."

Feng Yunqi smacked his lips and said, "I have to say... your description is actually quite apt now."

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

Dongfang Sansan sighed deeply: "What I fear most now is him shouting 'Oh my God!'"

Feng Yunqi suddenly realized: "You mean?"

Dongfang Sansan frowned and said, "Do you think Yannan can't do it?"

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

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

……

Solipsistic Orthodox Headquarters.

See the visions of heaven and earth.

Yan Nan was overjoyed at first: "The Three Worlds, after dragging it out for so long, are finally here!"

But then he felt something was wrong: "Isn't this different from before?"

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

"There's something wrong with this snow."

Chen Gu had arrived at his side without him noticing, "Fifth Brother, these three worlds have arrived, but not only are they late, but they can't land yet. They have to keep waiting... I don't know when they can land. Those images that just flashed in the sky... were also quite strange. Was the first one the Sky Centipede God?"

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

"Don't think about these three worlds for now, let's think about what to do about this snow disaster first."

Chen Gu sighed.

"We don't have much in reserve. With this much snow, it only takes one day... to become a disaster. But looking at the weather right now, it won't happen in one day."

Yan Nan said: "Let's wait and see. If it lasts for the next ten days or half a month, we should be able to make it through, right?"

Chen Gu smiled bitterly: "Fifth brother, if it snows like this for ten years, we can survive it. But the people at the bottom can't survive it."

"Ten days or half a month... the snow is estimated to be ten feet deep on the ground! How can we hold on?"

Chen Gu's smile was bitter.

Yannan was silent.

There was no need for bickering at this moment. For example, he was definitely not asking about these masters, but the entire Somali Orthodox Continent.

But what’s the point of debating this?
"After three days, if the snow hasn't stopped, all the masters of the sect will gather together to offer sacrifices to the Sky Centipede God and activate their divine power."

Yan Nan's eyes flashed fiercely, and he said, "Use the power of the Sky Centipede God 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 wasn't afraid of wasting my divine power, I would have made this suggestion right now."

"It's too early now 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 a master's power in the air impacting the clouds. A big hole could be clearly seen, but the clouds could not be penetrated.

I don't know how thick the clouds are.

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

To no avail.

Fang Che looked at the sky, feeling worried.

He knew that it was Sun Wutian who was hitting the cloud layer, but when he saw that he couldn't break through it, he felt even more depressed. If even Sun Wutian couldn't break through it, who else could?
Sun Wutian's voice reached his ears: "There is no way, the clouds cannot be moved. It should be the whole continent. Even beyond the continent."

"Yes."

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

Sun Wutian sighed and said with a bit of dissatisfaction: "Since you went there, the gentleman ran away directly, and I changed to another one to listen to."

"..."

You really have time.

"I have to go out and give orders."

Fang Che said.

"Go ahead. Who asked you to do this job?"

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

Old Sun is nowhere to be seen.

But Fang Che was sure that this old devil was not just walking around for fun, he must be secretly helping to clear the snow...

Just as Dongfang Sansan said: This is the prosperous era he created with his own hands.

Sun Wutan, I can’t let go.

The snow continued to fall without any reduction.

The clouds were motionless, as if frozen.

Even the older warriors have never seen such strange weather, nor have they seen such heavy snow as this year!

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

Fang Che came out in the snow and directed people to clear the main road. Then the original corpse transport vehicles and others were put to use again.

The snow was piled up and transported out.

The snow was falling heavily, and everything in front of the scene was white. The two people could not see each other even though they were three feet apart.

Completely separated by heavy snow.

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

It's only been over an hour.

“What a catastrophe!”

Fang Che sighed. Facing such extreme weather, no matter how high one's cultivation was, there was nothing one could do.

We can only use the most clumsy method, shoveling and transporting snow.

The weather is getting colder.

The long second half of the night finally passed.

The heavy snow continued, and the ditches and rivers outside the city were completely filled with water. However, a path was cleared on the main road leading to Tiandu City.

The snow on both sides was several feet high, with a road in the middle. If you could see from a high altitude, you would find that there were thousands of such roads!
Each one is hundreds of miles long, connecting to some towns outside the city and even to mountain passes.

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

But these roads have been maintained, like channels of life.

Civilians in mountain villages and remote towns, as long as they have the ability to climb a short distance on their own, can come to this life passage and enter Tiandu City unimpeded!

And... in Tiandu City, after a round of purge, although only about 60 million people were killed, the number of vacant places for people to live in far exceeded this number.

After all, the dead were all rich, powerful and influential people…their houses were truly vast and boundless.

Now, the government officials and garrisons in these places are rushing to rectify the situation.

Reserve supplies and other things are also being prepared.

Some mountain people have already come out of the mountains with their families, and are walking slowly on the snow. They are trudging through knee-deep snow, but those in front have already seen the wide road not far away.

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

He shouted loudly, took out a trumpet and blew it hard.

A horn sounded from behind.

As soon as the heavy snow started to fall, they felt something was wrong. As people who rely on the weather for their livelihood all year round, they are naturally sensitive to the weather.

When it snowed like this, many elderly people fell into despair on the spot.

They knew that they and others outside the city might not survive. With such snow, it was impossible to have the opportunity to trek hundreds of miles into the city. When walking on the road, the snow was already as high as a person.

With such visibility, there will be basically no support in the city.

But just when I was most desperate, someone suddenly spoke.

"Go outside, there's a road into the city! It's already been opened!"

Not just one person heard it, but everyone heard it.

So some people began to walk out half-believingly, because the weather was getting colder and the snow was getting heavier, and staying here would really mean death.

The snow had only been falling for a quarter of an hour when some houses were already crushed.

The voice kept urging me, like a god whispering in my heart: "Go outside! There is a way!"

When we finally got out of the mountain after so much hardship and saw that there was actually a road, everyone cheered wildly. The loudspeakers kept urging the people behind us, and the people in front were already on the road to the city.

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

Many plain rural areas are also beginning to move closer to towns.

Many elderly people are mobilizing and taking the lead. These elderly people are the most persistent when there is nothing to do.

It’s hard to leave this warm land.

However, only when they encounter natural disasters or other things, they will be more sober than anyone else, and will not even have any lucky thoughts like "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 and feel the wind without a trace to know that this snow is definitely coming to kill people!

So, run away! Run away quickly!
Wooden houses, stone houses, and caves are all unreliable.

When it snows so heavily, the chimneys used for heating will be blocked in an instant!
Roads are spreading out.

Sun Wutan was running in the air.

Fang Che and the others were too busy to notify each village one by one. But Sun Wutian had been to all these villages and killed the bad guys there.

This is the person he saved!

But God wants to take it away! That won’t do!
God has played tricks on me all my life. Now I want to save someone and create peace, and you want to take it away?

The old devil has gone mad.

And the fighting spirit is high.

He thought that he was now going against the will of heaven!
So he cleared the way around Tiandu City and ran around everywhere.

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

The peerless magic skill was activated, and with a roll of his sleeves, the road became clean again.

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

Looking at the people from the mountain villages embarking on the road of life they have created, Sun Wutan's eyes were somewhat complicated.

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

He didn't care about those who walked out.

He didn't care about those who insisted on staying in the mountains.

He just does his own thing, clearing the way, notifying, and then continuing to clear the way after notifying.

He saw all those small mountain villages and rural towns. From the east to the west of the city, from the south to the north of the city...

Sun Wutian traveled thousands of miles, and the scope was even expanding.

People looked like long dragons walking on the road, and from the air they looked like groups of ants.

Sun Wutan's eyes were distant, flickering in the snow.

He seemed to see again those towns that he had massacred, those small towns that he had killed all the people in, and those villages that had turned into ruins...

He held a throwing knife in his hand.

A tiny flying knife.

Ice cold.

When Jie Ming Fei Dao was dying, his indifferent eyes, his calm face, and the sarcastic smile on his lips appeared before his eyes again.

Sun Wutan's breathing became heavier.

"What a thief!"

Sun Wutan said.

"I won't let you have your wish! I won't let you have your wish!"

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

One road after another, without any omissions, and the speed is very fast.

Countless people thanked him, but he turned a deaf ear to them and disappeared in a flash.

In the blizzard.

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

His eyes were a little dim and complicated.

He saw the figure rushing back and forth in the wind and snow. He was maintaining the lives of thousands of people by himself.

Even others are not allowed to interfere.

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

Then continue to work.

Does he think he is a hero? He won't allow me, the real devil, to take action? So as not to tarnish his kindness?
Fang Che guessed.

But he also knew that even if Dongfang Sansan was here, he probably wouldn't be able to analyze clearly what Sun Wutan was thinking.

Atonement? Absolutely not. Simply fighting against the heavens? Absolutely not.

Because of guilt? Because of original intention? To make amends?

It seems to be both, but not entirely.

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

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

……

Until noon.

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

Moreover, some large trucks have 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 beside Fang Che, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Those roads outside the city were opened up by Senior Jueming Feidao, right?"

Fang Che turned around and looked at Yu Xiaoran: "Palace Master Yu, you know a lot."

"hey-hey."

Yu Xiaoran said: "Although my origin is damaged and I can only come here to be a hall master, I am a member of the Yu family after all. Hehe... although I am a side branch."

"Excuse me, Lord Yu." Fang Che said seriously.

All warriors whose origins were damaged were basically caused by fighting with the Solemn Orthodoxy.

Generally, the origin of martial artists in the martial arts world will not be damaged, because those who can escape will escape, and those who cannot escape will die on the spot, so there is no chance of their origin being damaged.

Therefore, the damage to the origin is caused by being inferior to others but having to fight to the death to delay time.

Everyone is well aware of this.

"This time, it's all thanks to Master Fei Dao."

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

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

Fang Che said.

"Yes. If Senior Fei Dao was really willing to show 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 Fei Dao, at least tens of millions of lives would have been lost in this heavy snow around Tiandu City."

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

Yu Xiaoran said: "Of course."

Looking at the snowflakes still falling down, it can no longer be called "heavy snow" but should be called "pot cover snow".

It hit the snow and made a popping sound.

"Mr. Yu, how long do you think this snow will last?" Fang Che asked.

"There's no way to estimate. We can only hold on!"

Yu Xiaoran's face was full of bitterness.

Fang Che reminded, "The situation outside the city is almost over. 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 won't be able to hold on."

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

Yu Xiaoran said, "We have already started making arrangements in this regard. What I need to consider now is... the civilians who have moved in from outside the city. Because we have just reorganized, the houses that have been vacated are the best... But the original residents in the city do not have such conditions; this is a huge contradiction."

"..."

Fang Che had no good solution to this problem.

Because the injustice in people's hearts is innate.

For the people in the city, it was even more so: you didn't come to the city after so many mobilizations! Now the life-and-death moment has come. And you were allocated the best houses as soon as you arrived. We can't afford to live in such houses in our lifetime, but you, the disaster victims, are living in them, and we helped to clean up the houses. Why?
Yes, all the disputes, all the dissatisfactions, and all the injustices in the world basically come from these three words: Why?
But there is nothing anyone can do about this kind of thing.

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

"These are all matters related to the government and your duty in guarding the palace in the future."

Fang Che said: "I guess I'll be leaving soon..."

Yu Xiaoran suddenly burst out laughing: "Hurry up and leave. The sooner you leave, the better."

Fang Che: "??? Lord Yu, are you... polite?"

"After you leave, we can use your name to say that this arrangement was made by Captain Fang! If you are dissatisfied, you can go and complain to him... Then everything will be fine."

Yu Xiaoran laughed.

"..."

Fang Che was stunned.

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

But if you think about it carefully, this is actually a brilliant move!
Now, as long as Captain Fang’s name is mentioned, no matter what the problem is, it can be solved!
The same is true for this great migration! No matter what the consequences are, Fang Che's name can suppress them!
Moreover, few people dared to even whisper in private.

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

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

"You guys actually still feel embarrassed!"

Fang Che rolled his eyes.

"Isn't Captain Fang going to give lectures at Tianren Martial Arts Academy this afternoon?" Yu Xiaoran quickly changed the subject.

"With such heavy snow, tens of thousands of teachers and students from Tianren Martial Arts Academy are probably going to come out to help. The lectures in the afternoon are probably..."

Fang Che said: "...It should be possible to cancel it, right?"

The voice just fell.

I saw several figures rushing over in the snowstorm: "Is Captain Fang here?"

It turned out to be several leaders of Tianren Martial Academy, flying over under the leadership of Qin Fengyun.

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

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

"With a snowstorm like this and people suffering, we still have to give lectures?"

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

"Captain Fang doesn't know."

Qin Fengyun said: "In order to prepare 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 working hard until now, and the work of Tianren Martial Arts Academy has been almost done."

"Now, everyone has come back to rest. When Captain Fang finishes his lecture, it will be time to rest. We can go out again. It's just right. We won't delay either."

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

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

(End of this chapter)