Lord of the Night

The next moment, Fang Che found himself walking on the ridge of the field.

Sun Wutian in front of him had changed into coarse clothes. There was still grass and mud under his feet, but he had a dry tobacco pole in his hand.

Turning the corner and passing through the woods, the small village that I had seen before appeared again in front of me, quietly smoking.

It's still the urchins playing, chasing and playing.

Cocks crow and dogs bark, a breath of life.

The old man whom I had met once before was still smoking a cigarette at the door.

When he saw Sun Wutian, he immediately stood up humbly, hunched over while taking medicine, and said with the flattery of an old farmer, "The master is coming back from going uphill? Can you come in and have a bowl of water?"

Sun Wutian stopped as usual and smiled with the old prince and said the words that Fang Che had heard once.

Then they separated with laughter and curses.

But this time, when he got here, Fang Che's heart suddenly shook.

Because from here on, something is different.

Sun Wutian laughed and cursed and said: "This old man is not ashamed!"

When it's time to leave...

The old Wangtou suddenly laughed, looked at Fang Che behind Sun Wutian, and said: "This is the eldest young master of the master's family, he is already so big. He grows up so fast, he is so handsome."

Fang Che was shocked.

His eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

He had entered this field once, and the last time, the old king didn't see him at all.

It was as if he was a human being and Fang Che himself was a ghost of nothingness.

But this time, he actually looked at himself and spoke.

This section never happened last time.

Fang Che knows one thing: once this kind of field is finalized, especially the characters who appear in it, there will be no change!

Even if he followed Sun Wutian in ten thousand times, this old man could only say the same words that he had heard ten thousand times!

That's how it should be!

But now, the old man actually said something different, and the plot developed automatically.

Added follow-up!

There is only one possibility!

This field... has evolved!

Fang Che was shocked and looked at the old man in disbelief.

Sun Wutian seemed to be used to it, tapping the soles of his shoes with a dry tobacco pole, and said in an old voice with a little regret: "Okay, I will take him out to see his own land this time, so that the child will not be so old and only think about it." Dancing with guns and sticks, I still don’t know where my roots are.”

Fang Che's heart moved: This sentence... is he talking about Sun Wutian, a young master from a landlord's family who only knew how to practice kung fu and learn martial arts?

I saw Lao Wangtou nodding his head again and again, and said happily: "It should be, it should be."

Watching Sun Wutian and Fang Che walk a long way away, Old Wangtou was still pleased: "Young master's family is a good person at first glance. From now on, we people in Sunjiazhuang will be really blessed. Generation after generation, we will all benefit from the master's family." ...In these days, there are rushes and rushes. "

As we walked in and greeted each other, there were indeed changes.

Everyone who greets me will always say: "The young master is back too. He is getting more and more handsome."

"Master, that's true of you. The eldest young master is still young. Why are you going to the fields?"

"..."

Entering the big house, the servants came up to wait on him, and even took care of the soil under Fang Che's feet.

Fang Che felt numb.

When did Sun Wutian make such huge progress?

Although Fang Che has not been exposed to such a profound realm in the field, he also knows how huge Sun Wutian's progress has been this time.

Is his Hattian Daoji really destroyed?

Could it be that it has recovered again?

Or is there a breakthrough in other aspects?

"Do you feel the difference?"

Finally arriving in the main room, where they last talked, Sun Wutian smiled casually and asked.

"Big difference!"

Fang Che said: "Congratulations to the ancestor for making a breakthrough."

"Breakthrough...hehe."

Sun Wutian shook his head lightly and said: "There is no breakthrough in martial arts, and his cultivation is still the same as before, but his state of mind has changed slightly."

He didn't explain why he had this change, and Fang Che didn't dare to ask.

a long time.

"You let the Murong family members go."

Sun Wutian said: "I placed them in front of the Donghuzhou Guard Hall."

"If you throw it down, you may get a few injuries, but no one will die."

Fang Che was silent, not knowing what to say.

"If you kill them, I won't ask you to come in and talk."

Sun Wutian said calmly: "But you let them go."

Fang Che was shocked: It is indeed so.

He didn't know how to reply, so he had to remain silent. When he really felt that he had to speak, he just replied: "Yes."

Sun Wutian sat cross-legged on a chair, tilting his head, looking thoughtful and puzzled.

"The Murong family did such a thing, and you still let their descendants go. Such a good thing, why didn't my family encounter it before?"

He murmured to himself in confusion: "Even a pure-blooded devil like you can let those people go. Are the people who attacked my family less humane than a pure-blooded devil like you?"

Fang Che had a black streak on his head.

This time, I really don’t know how to answer.

He really wanted to answer: Why are you talking about others? Have you forgotten about the fatal flying knife? Have you ever let go of anyone in your family who is trying to kill someone with a flying knife?

How can I have the dignity to say that I am a purebred devil?

Besides, I’m really not a purebred devil!

Sun Wutian turned to him and asked: "Why did you let go of those people from the Murong family?"

Fang Che wanted to say that they were just children.

But after thinking about it, he said, "It's your arrangement, Grandmaster."

"My arrangement?" Sun Wutian frowned.

"Yes."

Fang Che said: "If the Patriarch had put these children together with Murong Qingyu and others at the beginning, then I would have killed them together. There would be no hesitation. However, after I interrogated Murong Qingyu and others, and wielded a knife After killing them, my murderous aura is gone and my murderous intention has been consumed.”

"Because at that time, I thought that he was the last member of the Murong family."

"So, when the founder suddenly told me that their family was not dead yet, and let me see the remaining children, I no longer had any intention to kill. If it is interrupted, it will be interrupted. So, let it go ”

What Fang Che said was reasonable and reasonable.

And it's close to true.

Sun Wutian thought about it and felt that it made sense.

"Yes, it's interrupted. When emotions are interrupted, it's difficult to connect... Oh, that's it."

Sun Wutian sighed: "At that time, if that person's emotions were interrupted..."

Fang Che: When you killed Jueming Feidao's whole family, why didn't your emotions break?

"But you let these people go...hehe..."

Sun Wutian suddenly smiled strangely, and looked at Fang Che with some sympathy: "Boy, in the future...either my heart will be colder, or my heart will be colder...but please don't follow my old path..."

Sun Wutian's old path?

Fang Che was stunned for a moment.

Then he understood and said: "Ancestor, even if I can walk your old path, I am still willing to achieve your achievements."

Sun Wutian smiled coldly: "But don't you know that I would rather not have the achievements I have now, but would rather walk the same path all over again?"

Fang Che was silent.

"Why……"

Sun Wutian was silent for a long time, looking at the familiar furnishings in the room. It was the familiarity that had been lingering in his mind for thousands of years.

Stroking a chair that had been covered in starch, he said softly: "Fang Che, although you used this excuse to excuse me, you can't hide the kindness in your heart."

Fang Che was silent for a moment and said: "That is necessary. When a disciple works for the Guardian, his heart must be full of good. Evil thoughts will be noticed by others."

"It's not bad."

Sun Wutian looked a little lonely and said: "You have to pay attention, your kind thoughts may be your biggest obstacle in the future!"

"Once a conflict breaks out, I'm afraid... everyone will be at a loss."

Fang Che frowned and asked: "Ancestor, how to avoid it?"

Sun Wutian showed a strange smile: "Perhaps, we can avoid it by hardening our heart and walking on without looking back."

Fang Che fell into silence.

Sun Wutian sighed softly.

Looking at Fang Che, he really had a clear feeling that he was seeing himself back then.

Especially the incident that Fang Che just encountered made Sun Wutian feel the same.

Fang Che had done great service for the Guardians and came back to face separation and death; but back then, he had done heroic deeds and came back to find that his entire family had been wiped out.

How similar? !

"It turns out that reincarnation really exists in this world, and all the filth, vileness, vileness, and filthiness... have always been the same ugliness from ancient times to the present!"

Sun Wutian murmured: "In this world, after you see through the essence, you will find that the essence is ugly."

Fang Che admitted this: "Yes, the essence of the human world is indeed ugly, dirty, disorderly, dark, and unreasonable!"

But he added in his heart: Because of this, we must try our best to make this world as beautiful as possible, peaceful, lovely, kind, peaceful, and bright!

That is our greatest achievement!

Let the filth disappear, let the demons be crushed, and let there always be hope in this world.

It may be difficult, or it may never be possible.

But if because of these, you can become disheartened and become a member of the devil; if you praise the ugly and target the good, then... what's the point of being born in this world?

Because this is the way this world is originally.

If you are more ugly than you are dirty, so what?

Sun Wutian then took Fang Che and wandered aimlessly in the village, walking in front with his hands hunched over his waist.

Even Fang Che could clearly feel his lack of purpose.

After a long time, I walked out of Zhuangzi.

Sun Wutian sighed deeply.

Shaking his head, he sighed: "I'm really old... my nostalgia has become more and more intense recently."

Fang Che was silent.

Is it really because of old age?

Isn't it because of the hand-created prosperity of Baiwuzhou in Tiandu City?

But Sun Wutian's sigh obviously ended here.

His back slowly straightened up, and his eyes turned cold and sharp.

The warm village and the curling smoke suddenly became as far away from the field as if they were in the horizon.

An awe-inspiring momentum appeared again.