Lord of the night.

Chapter 729 A Connection [Two in One]

Dongfang Sansan looked at Xue Fuxiao with some surprise.

"With so many colored crystals, our Star Spirit Hall can be used now. It can accommodate 30 people to improve their cultivation at the same time."

Dongfang Sansan said, "That was the original plan: one year in the secret realm, then back to the Star Spirit Hall for a month, then another year in the secret realm, then back to the Star Spirit Hall for a month. Have you forgotten?"

Xue Fuxiao was stunned: It was such a long time ago, how could I remember it?
Besides, I have long forgotten how long the Star Spirit Temple has been abandoned.

"What about Fang Che?"

Dongfang Sansan said, "As for Fang Che...get him out in a year or half a year. I'm worried that he's gone crazy in there and won't stop risking his own life..."

He said with a sigh.

After his last conversation, Fang Che's feeling of "ready to rush forward and be a martyr anytime and anywhere" faded a lot.

When encountering problems, he knows how to use his brain and has become much more cunning.

But, there is still some impulse.

The feeling of "ready to be a martyr at any time" still exists. This makes Dongfang Sansan a little worried.

For example, the last time Dongfang Sansan suddenly appeared to rescue Gentleman Sword Wang Zijing, he was very dissatisfied: Don’t you know who you are? You are a night demon.

You are leading the Night Demon Cult to establish a religious foundation.

Finally he rushed out to save people.

And they were facing six Saint Kings! What if one of them got away...

What if I get killed...?
Don’t you know how important the mission you are shouldering is?

But Dongfang Sansan couldn't say it, because... any guardian, no matter what mission he was assigned, would have no choice but to take action at that time - this was the most valuable thing that distinguished the guardians from the orthodox ones!
He completely understood and could empathize with her, but he also felt a little bit of blame in his heart.

But he couldn't express the blame: How could he blame a guardian for trying desperately to rescue his comrades?
If you really don't care about the life and death of your comrades, and watch them die coldly when there is still hope of rescue, can you really shoulder such a mission?
So, this is a huge contradiction.

Afterwards, Dongfang Sansan specifically called Wang Zijing to the headquarters, gave him a beating, and even arranged a special training for him: letting Yu Tianqi beat Wang Zijing severely for half a month!

It’s not that we can’t fight anymore.

Because Dongfang Sansan discovered that half a month later, Yu Tianqi started talking like this: "Can't he do this kind of thing? He has to find me. Damn it, I'm almost a bad boy..."

Dongfang Sansan called an emergency stop and drove Wang Zijing down the mountain.

Then, she, Fengyunqi, Dongfang Chongming, her sister Dongfang Sanjiu and several other female masters took turns to spar with Yutianqi and talk with him for a few days...

Only then did he pull Yutianqi back from the edge of the cliff. Although he spoke with a few more catchphrases, it was not as serious as it could be...

Dongfang Sansan broke out in a cold sweat because of this.

It’s really... suspenseful!
Dongfang Sansan was really impressed by this kind of thing: this kind of infectiousness is unparalleled in the world!
These guys may not be able to learn it even if they study for ten thousand years, but to learn this... basically they only need some guidance and they can recite it fluently!

"One stutterer can lead to several stutterers. It's really true."

Dongfang Sansan could only sigh. The only solution was to list that Gentleman Sword Wang Zijing as a person prohibited from having any dealings with in the Guardian Headquarters.

Fortunately, I only stayed there for half a month. If it had been longer, I'm afraid everyone in the Guardian headquarters would have been so numb that they would have to shut their mouths...

"Xiao Xue."

Dongfang Sansan called out in a friendly manner.

"What errands do you need me to run? Just tell me. Don't be so angry. I'm ready."

Xue Fuxiao said very straightforwardly.

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

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

"it is good."

Xue Fuxiao has become accustomed to this arrangement.

"By the way, where is Wu Daotian?"

Dongfang Sansan asked.

More than twenty days after the blizzard, Wu Daotian actually reported to the Guardian headquarters on his own initiative.

This surprised Dongfang Sansan very much.

It is a pleasant surprise to have gained another super master.

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

For Dongfang Sansan, such a request is not even a request.

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

Wu Daotian stared with round eyes: "What Sixth Brother? I don't know, didn't Sixth Brother die more than 3,000 years ago? Jiu Ye, you are looking for him, is he still alive? I miss him so much..."

Dongfang Sansan felt relieved.

Since this guy can remain so secretive in front of me, nothing will happen.

So he said, "I really don't know?"

"do not know!"

"Go and get busy."

"okay."

Now Wudao Tianzheng and several supreme elders of Baiyun Palace are sparring with each other every day, and the fights are in full swing. Everyone's cultivation is about the same, but Wudao Tian's cultivation is better, and he beats those elders every day until they are covered in bruises and blood.

But... there's nowhere to tell.

After all, you have just arrived at Baiyun Palace, and you have just arrived at Wudaotian as well. It is natural for you to exchange feelings with each other. To some extent, you are the same group of people.

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

This made Dongfang Sansan's plan take a big step forward silently - in the future, when arranging Baiyun Palace, they could just arrange Wudaotian directly.

After all, he was once the leader of the Eighteen Heavenly Kings, so he still has the leadership ability.

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

This made Xue Fu, Xiao Yu, Tian Qi, Dongfang Chongming and others very excited.

So everyone’s feelings... grew rapidly!
"Wu Daotian is supervising the winemaking...do you have something 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. No matter what, defeat him and include him in the newcomer camp...for unified management. Let the people from Hanjian Mountain Gate and Baiyun Palace merge first."

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

"So your method of fusion 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, Yutianqi can do it, why does it have to be Wudaotian?"

"You are all unsuitable. If you take action, it will become suppression..."

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

"Ok."

"Hey wait, do you know where to find Fang Che?"

"Donghuzhou."

"...Go to the northern border and find Yan Xifeng! Hey..."

Dongfang Sansan sighed.

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

"roll!"

……

Fang Che has walked out of the forest and stepped into an endless desert!
The ground was covered with sand and wind, which blew away for thousands of miles; when I looked up, I couldn't see the sky, and when I looked down, I couldn't see the bottom.

Once you enter the desert, you will be walking forward in the midst of wind and sand. The wind in the desert is endless.

There were tornadoes one after another, and they never stopped.

Fang Che was in an environment where he was walking alone at all times, with hundreds of tornadoes dancing around him at the same time.

Even though it was hundreds of feet high in the sky, there was still sand and wind everywhere!
This was the first time he encountered such an environment and it was a bit novel.

So he deliberately moved forward in the wind and sand, experiencing the grinding of wind and sand all the way, and feeling the touch of fine sand crackling on his body every moment.

The yellow sand under my feet was soft, and whirlpools were constantly forming and disappearing.

If an ordinary person entered here, it would probably bury thousands of troops 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 left 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 the monsters kept appearing in the desert vortex and were constantly being devoured...

This place is like a natural barrier.

Separates warriors from ordinary people.

"Master Jiu must have deliberately preserved this desert... because after crossing the desert, you will reach 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 mind.

For Fang Che, walking alone in the wind and sand, he did not feel lonely at all.

Instead, I feel comfortable.

This boundless wind and sand covered everything of mine, leaving only my true self.

Move forward quietly.

There is no one, no sky, no earth, no front, no back, no future, no past, and the feeling that everything has disappeared.

"Walking across the world with a knife and a sword, the vast sea and yellow sand has become my home;
Demon skulls fly across the snowy mountains; blood flowers can be seen in all directions. "

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

I looked everywhere, but it was all desert, and there was no place to carve words. I had no choice but to give up.

We walked three thousand miles along the road filled with yellow sand.

Finally, I saw a mountain in the distance.

He jumped into the air to take a look and finally exclaimed.

In the distance ahead are mountains that soar into the blue sky, rolling and undulating in a circle, like pillars of heaven.

Even on the clearest of days, you can’t see what the top of the mountain looks like. It’s too high!

All I could see on the top of the mountain were circles of twinkling golden light, which looked magnificent under the sunlight.

Fang Che finally discovered the cause of the desert tornado. These high mountains had countless mountain passes, and the wind blocked by the mountains roared wildly from each mountain pass.

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

Tornadoes keep rising, moving, and creating new ones...

Then it spread all the way to the distance.

Fang Che simply used his physical skills and ran forward madly.

It took him an hour to reach the foot of the mountain after running at top speed.

As we went north, it became gradually colder, and by the time we reached the foot of the mountain, we had already gone from the hot summer to the cold winter again.

After searching carefully, it fell down.

I saw a huge rock standing tall on the mountain in front of me.

There are a few big words engraved on it.

“Wealth and glory, here comes the return.

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

Every word is filled with the faint hint of swords, sharp edges, bright blood, and murderous aura.

Fang Che's heart was suddenly filled with respect.

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

Next to the big rock is a smooth path leading up the mountain. Straight up.

Every slate is smooth and bright.

On both sides, there were smooth stone walls that were dozens of feet high, covered with dense handwriting.

"A man should stop here! The Xue family will stay on the snow and clouds!"

"A sword leads the wind here, and I won't turn back until the evil is eradicated! The Feng family's wind is dead."

"Cut off the worldly affairs and go up the mountain. I have no regrets in this life! Yumeng of the Yu family left a message here."

"..."

It wasn't until the third level that Fang Che saw an acquaintance.

"I enter this mountain with my heart broken and my sword swears to kill Yan Nan! Xue Family, Xue Fu Xiao will stay."

Yo, Mr. Snow.

Fang Che watched for a while and had to say that even the words left by Lord Xue had a hint of immaturity.

The stone walls on both sides were covered with dense and crisscross handwriting. Through the handwriting, Fang Che seemed to see countless predecessors who went up the mountain from here.

With his sleeves fluttering and his face heroic, he walked up the mountain proudly and never looked back.

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

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

Fang Che carefully read the words left by his predecessors as he went up the mountain.

He knew that among these predecessors who had carved the words, except for a very small number who had achieved a breakthrough and left the Saint Emperor stage, the vast majority of the others had already fallen asleep on the mountain.

Anyone who can leave a word here will be able to dominate a region when they go out!
However, they all chose to die here in obscurity.

The only things that can record their names are these stone walls.

Even some people's names only remain on the stone walls here!
How many names can be carved on both sides of this road thousands of feet up the mountain?
All the way up the mountain, I couldn't find any blank space. Every name, every word, is a heroic back, is an immortal heroic soul!

Fang Che counted and found that he had reached more than four thousand steps, but the words on both sides were still densely packed, and were becoming more and more dense, with less and less blank spaces.

And the handwriting has become smaller.

Fang Che understood the mentality of these predecessors very well: when they went up the mountain and saw that everyone was carving words, they wanted to find a blank space to carve their own names.

But as we went up the mountain, we found that there was no blank space. When we finally found a blank space, we became very cautious about leaving words.

Because we need to leave space for future generations.

So everything is neat and tidy, and the handwriting is very small.

Six thousand steps, still full of names. Looking at the stone walls on both sides, as the mountain becomes steeper and steeper, they are getting higher and higher. Some are already thirty feet high and are still densely packed.

He counted step by step.

Finally I saw a blank stone wall that was not filled with writing.

From here upwards, it's all blank.

He saw a familiar name.

"The descendants of the Feng family will live forever! The wind blows east!"

A dignified sentence.

Next to them were a row of names, all beginning with the word "feng", and there were more than a thousand of them.

The inscriptions were all the same: "Feng Family disciples, forever and ever!"

Then came their names, row after row, full of fighting spirit, like a large army that had already formed its battle formation and was ready to charge into battle.

The handwriting is brand new, and you can even see the white stone seal.

Obviously, it was just carved.

Calculating the time, he should have left East Lake and traveled non-stop all the way back to the Feng family gathering place. Then he didn't stop at all and traveled all the way day and night.

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

Bi Bo City, Fang Che!

He originally wanted to carve the fourteen words "The heroic souls stand out through the ages, and I am one more person added here".

But thinking about his mission and the identity of Night Demon, if he were discovered, he would inevitably leave some flaws.

So I swallowed these fourteen words.

He just carved his name neatly.

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

Looking at my name.

Fang Che showed a bitter smile on his face.

The words he carved were a little lighter.

If one day their identity is exposed, I'm afraid someone will come to erase their name, right? To save them some effort at that time.

He picked himself up and moved forward.

The stone wall in front was already blank.

Fang Che couldn't help but look back.

All the way to the end where the vision becomes blurred, there are stone walls filled with names.

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

Fang Che also smiled.

Then turn around and go all the way up.

After walking a short distance and climbing a misty hillside, you will see a flat ground in front of you, and on the ground, a group of buildings.

This building is definitely not grand, but it is definitely majestic.

It is built entirely of stones weighing tens of thousands of pounds.

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

A very simple gate with two guards standing on each side.

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

"Which one is it from?"

"I don't belong to the family. I'm in Xiache. I'm here to report to General Yan Xifeng and listen to the arrangements made by the Marquis."

The two guards had blank expressions on their faces. They checked Fang Che's medal and the letter from the Southeast Headquarters, and then began to deal with the matter in a businesslike manner: "Lord Yan is at the middle door. Please go in and wait."

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

I don’t know about the world-famous Fang Tu.

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

No matter how famous you are outside, people here will look down on you and say, “Is this all your achievement?”
Who among those who are kings and hegemons in the interior is not obedient here? Whose achievements are not better than yours?
The pride in the bones of the people in this area is truly unparalleled.

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

Walking in, there is a huge hall.

There are already many people waiting inside.

Fang Che handed over his documents, and someone came to take them, then arranged for him to sit in a chair in the corner.

The man next to him had a stern expression on his face, his features sharp as if he had been chopped by a knife or an axe.

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

Fang Che understood: the opening remarks of the people here when talking to strangers would probably be: Whose family?
"I don't belong to the family. I'm just a casual cultivator." Fang Che had no choice but to introduce himself again: "Bibo City, Fang Che."

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

"Yes."

"Fang... I haven't seen Fang in a long time."

The man asked, "What kind of cultivation?"

"The Venerable has reached the peak of the fourth rank and is about to break through to the fifth rank."

Upon hearing this, the man showed a faint mocking smile on his face: "This cultivation level, tsk, does it have connections in the Guardian headquarters? Come to gild yourself?"

Fang Che coughed and said, "It's a little bit related."

"Ha ha……"

The man said calmly, "Once you enter the secret realm and start fighting, your connections... are shit. It won't affect your becoming an ice sculpture corpse at all... But it doesn't matter. You are a Venerable-level person, and it's worth it to come here in exchange for a family honor badge. Just die."

Fang Che's mouth twitched.

The people here really speak nicely.

"What is your name, senior?"

The man laughed and said, "You wouldn't understand even if I told you."

"Maybe I know?"

Fang Che asked.

"My name is Feng Dao."

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

"nature."

Fang Che has been with Feng Xiangdong and others for such a long time that he knows everyone in the three major families of Fengyu, Yuxue and Xueyu like the back of his hand.

"He is a genius among the third to last generation of the Feng family. He entered the secret realm to fight at the age of 25 and won every battle. He has now reached the peak of the ninth level of the Saint King and is now one of the leaders of the Feng family in the secret realm. Who in the world doesn't know the illustrious name of the senior?"

Fang Che said it with great familiarity.

“Who in the world doesn’t know?”

Feng Dao's well-defined face showed confusion: "They've actually started to promote this place now? How can that be possible? Isn't the mainland panicking?"

"..."

Fang Che was silent.

"You are just a little kid 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: "..."

"Really..."

Feng Dao smacked his lips and said, "You are talking nonsense! When ants like you come here, we need people to take care of you. There are too many cases where people die together after being taken care of. For a person like you who has connections, we have to sacrifice a veteran who has survived hundreds of battles! It's such a loss."

Feng Dao looked at Fang Che with eyes full of disdain.

Fang Che was speechless.

Because he could tell from Feng Dao's words that this kind of thing had happened quite a lot before...

Fortunately, it was at this moment.

The herald's voice arrived: "Fang Che! The chief inspector is summoning you!"

When they heard the name Fang Che, only two or three people in the countless people in the hall looked up in surprise.

Everyone else was indifferent.

Feng Dao spat behind Fang Che: "He is indeed a relative! He came to find Yan Xifeng as soon as he arrived, bah! He is such a coward... He must have stayed to do logistics."

A few old fellows nearby, who looked iron-blooded and indifferent to fighting spirit, sneered at the same time.

"People nowadays are becoming more and more utilitarian."

Then another one said, "Old Daozi, didn't a group of people from your Feng family come? Why are you sitting here again?"

Feng Dao said in distress: "Didn't my vice-captain sacrifice himself? I have to urge him to come back to me soon."

(End of this chapter)