Chapter 729 A related household [two-in-one]
Dongfang Sansan looked at Xue Fuxiao in surprise.
"With so many colorful crystals, our Xingling Palace is ready for use. It can accommodate thirty people to improve their cultivation at the same time."
Dongfang Sansan said: "That's the original plan: one year in the secret realm, then return to the Xingling Palace for a month, then go to the secret realm for another year, and then return to the Xingling Palace for one month. Have you forgotten?"
Xue Fuxiao was stunned: How long has this happened? How could I remember?
Besides, I have long forgotten how long it has been since the Xingling Palace was abandoned.
"What about Fang Che?"
Dongfang Sansan said: "Fang Che's side... let him come out quickly in a year or half a year. That guy, I'm worried that he will become red-blooded in there and work hard without caring about his own safety..."
He said and sighed.
After his last conversation, Fang Che's feeling of 'rushing to be a martyr anytime, anywhere' has faded a lot.
He also knows how to use his brain when encountering problems, and he is much more cunning.
However, there is still some impulsiveness.
The feeling of being 'ready to be a martyr at any time' still exists a little bit. This made Dongfang Sansan still a little worried.
For example, the last time he suddenly appeared to rescue Jun Zijian Zijing, Dongfang Sansan was very dissatisfied: You don't know your identity? You are a night demon.
You are leading the Night Demon Cult to establish a teaching base.
As a result, he rushed out to save people.
And he was facing six holy kings! What if one of you gets lost...
What if I get counterattacked...?
Don’t you know how important the task you shoulder is?
But Dongfang Sansan can't say that, because... no matter what mission a guardian is tasked with, it is impossible not to take action at that time - this is the most valuable thing that distinguishes guardians from the Solipsistic Orthodox Church!
He completely understood and could completely sympathize with his feelings, but he was not without blame in his heart.
But this sense of blame cannot be expressed: how can one blame a guardian for desperately rescuing his comrades?
If you really don't care about the life or death of your comrades, and watch death coldly when there is hope of rescue, can you really shoulder such a mission?
So, this is a huge contradiction.
Afterwards, Dongfang Sansan called Wang Zijing to the headquarters, beat him up, and even arranged a special training: Yu Tianqi was asked to beat Wang Zijing severely for half a month!
It’s not that we can’t keep fighting.
Because Dongfang Sansan found out that half a month later, Yu Tianqi said like this: "Can't he do this kind of job, Grandma Dixue Fuxiao? If you have to find me, I'm so fucking paralyzed by labor and management, and you will learn bad things quickly." Already..."
Dongfang Sansan urgently called a halt and drove Wang Zijing down the mountain.
Then he, Fengyun Qi, Dongfang Zhongming, his sister Dongfang Sanjiu and other female masters took turns competing with Yu Tianqi and talked for a few days...
Only then did he pull Yu Tianqi back from the edge of the cliff. Although there were a little more words in my speech, it didn't get any worse...
Because of this matter, Dongfang Sansan broke into a cold sweat.
It’s so… suspenseful!
Dongfang Sansan is really convinced by this kind of thing: this kind of appeal is unparalleled in the world!
These guys may not be able to learn it after ten thousand years of study, but to learn this... basically only need a guide, and they can be catchy!
"One stutter can bring out several others. I'm really honest."
Dongfang Sansan could only sigh at this. The only way was to respect that guy from the Prince of Junzijian, and from then on he was listed as a prohibited person from the Guardian Headquarters.
Fortunately, I only stayed for half a month. If it had been longer, I'm afraid everyone in the entire Guardian Headquarters would be paralyzed with their mouths open and closed...
"Xiao Xue."
Dongfang Sansan shouted happily.
"If there's any errands you need me to do again, just tell me directly. Don't be so talkative. I'm ready."
Xue Fuxiao said very cheerfully.
"Then go find Fang Che and get the remaining Qiongxiao flowers."
Dongfang Sansan said: "What is refined now is far from enough."
"good."
Xue Fuxiao was already used to this kind of arrangement.
"By the way, where is Martial Arts Heaven?"
Dongfang Sansan asked.
More than twenty days after the blizzard, Wu Daotian actually took the initiative to report to the Guardian headquarters.
This surprised Dongfang Sansan.
It was an unexpected surprise to gain another super master.
Wu Daotian's only request is: "My nest in East Lake cannot be exposed. Even my sons don't know my identity."
Such a request is simply not a request for Dongfang Sansan.
But Dongfang Sansan probed: "Where is your sixth brother? I miss him very much."
Wu Daotian stared at his round eyes: "What Sixth Brother? I don't know. Hasn't Sixth Brother been extinct for more than three thousand years? Master Jiu, are you looking for him? Is he still alive? I miss him very much..."
Dongfang Sansan was relieved.
If this guy can be so tight-lipped in front of him, then nothing will happen.
So he said it in one sentence: "You really don't know?"
"have no idea!"
"Go and get busy."
"Okay."
Now Martial Arts Tianzheng and several Taishang elders from Baiyun Palace compete every day, and they fight fiercely every day. They are all about the same level of cultivation, but Martial Arts Tianzheng is superior in cultivation, and they beat those elders all over the floor every day until their teeth, noses, noses, and faces are swollen.
But...nothing to say.
After all, you, Baiyun Palace, are new here, and so is Wu Daotian. It is natural for you to exchange feelings together. To a certain extent, you are a group of people.
Therefore, Wu Daotian naturally followed Dongfang Sansan's prediction and took the position of 'the boss among the newcomers'.
This made Dongfang Sansan's plan take a big step forward quietly - in the future, just arrange Martial Arts Palace directly for Baiyun Palace.
Anyway, he was once the boss of the Eighteen Heavenly Kings. This leadership ability is still there.
But the first thing Wu Daotian did after becoming the boss was to ask the people in Baiyun Palace to move all their resources out to make wine...
This made Xue Fuxiao, Yu Tianqi, Dongfang Chongming and others very excited.
As a result, everyone's feelings... grew rapidly!
"Wu Daotian is supervising the brewing... Do you have anything to do with him?" Xue Fuxiao asked.
"Gu Changhan is coming back soon. When Gu Changhan comes back, let Martial Daotian discuss with Gu Changhan. In any case, he will conquer Gu Changhan and bring him into the newcomer camp... to facilitate unified management. Let Hanjian Mountain Gate and Baiyun Palace first people to integrate.”
Dongfang Sansan said: "This will be conducive to the subsequent complete integration."
"So your fusion method is to let them get beaten together?"
Xue Fuxiao had a bit of a bad taste like the speechless Dongfang Sansan, and was even a little unconvinced: "I can do this job, and so can Yutianqi. Why does it have to be Martial Daotian?"
"You are all inappropriate. If you take action, it will be suppression..."
Dongfang Sansan frowned and said: "You have to pay attention to people's psychological thoughts...forget it, stop paying attention, tell Wu Daotian, and you can go directly to Fang Che."
"OK."
"Hey wait, do you know where to find Fang Che?"
"Donghuzhou."
"...Go to Northern Xinjiang and look for Yan Xifeng! Hey..."
Dongfang Sansan sighed.
"I know...I said it on purpose..."
"roll!"
…
Fang Che has walked out of the mountains and forests and entered an endless desert!
The wind and sand are blowing all over the land, blowing thousands of miles away; when you raise your head, you can't see the sky, and when you lower your head, you can't see the bottom.
Entering the desert, you have been moving forward in the wind and sand. This desert wind is endless.
The tornadoes never stopped.
Fang Che was always in an environment where he was walking alone, surrounded by hundreds of tornadoes dancing at the same time.
Hundreds of feet up in the air, it was still filled with wind and sand!
This was the first time he encountered this environment, which was a bit novel.
So he deliberately walked forward in the wind and sand, experiencing the wind and sand along the way, feeling the touch of the fine sand crackling on his body every moment.
The yellow sand underfoot is soft, and whirlpools are constantly forming and disappearing.
If ordinary people entered here, they would probably bury thousands of troops in a matter of seconds.
There are also various monsters that jump up from the yellow sand from time to time.
Fang Che traveled thousands of miles and killed thousands of yellow sand monsters, but not a trace of blood was left on the ground. It was instantly covered by wind and sand, then dried, rolled up, and went to an unknown destination...
The corpses of monster beasts continue to appear in the desert whirlpool, and are constantly being devoured...
It's like a natural barrier here.
It separates warriors from ordinary people.
"Master Jiu must have deliberately reserved this desert...because passing through the desert is 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, there was no sense of loneliness for Fang Che, walking alone in the wind and sand.
Instead, it feels comfortable.
This boundless wind and sand has covered everything about me, leaving only my true self.
Move forward quietly.
The feeling that there is no one, no sky, no earth, no before, no after, no future, no past, everything disappears.
"Wandering to the end of the world with a sword in hand, the yellow sand of the vast sea has become my home;
The flying demon heads are flying in the snow-capped mountains in the extreme; I admire blood flowers in the southeast and northwest."
While walking, Fang Che became very interested in poetry, so he composed a poem.
I searched everywhere, but it was all desert, and there really was no place for inscriptions. Had to give up.
The journey was filled with yellow sand for three thousand miles.
Finally, vaguely, I saw what seemed to be a mountain in front of me.
Teng took a look in the air and finally exclaimed.
In the distance in front of you are the mountains that tower directly into the blue sky, undulating in a circle, like pillars of heaven.
Even on the clearest day, you can't see what the top of the mountain looks like. Too high!
I only saw circles of golden light flashing on the top of the mountain. Under the sunlight, it was magnificent.
Fang Che also finally discovered the reason for the tornado in the desert. These mountains have countless mountain passes, and the wind blocked by the mountains roared crazily from each mountain pass.
Then they gathered and entangled over the desert, naturally forming too many vortices in the wind.
This is how tornadoes keep rising, moving, and creating new ones...
And then spread all the way into the distance.
Fang Che simply deployed his body skills and ran forward crazily.
He ran at top speed and actually ran for an hour before he reached the foot of the mountain.
As we go north, it gradually gets colder, and when we reach the foot of the mountain, we have entered cold winter again from hot summer.
After searching carefully, I found it.
I saw a huge rock standing tall on the mountain in front of me.
There are several large characters engraved on it.
“Glory, wealth, and glory, we can turn back here.
If you are greedy for life and afraid of death, don’t go up this mountain! "
Every word is full of golden swords, sharp edges, bright blood, and murderous intent.
Fang Che's heart was suddenly filled with respect.
Looking at these sixteen characters, my heart surged with enthusiasm, and the blood all over my body was almost burning.
Next to the big stone, there is a smooth road up the mountain. Straight up.
Every stone slab is smooth and bright.
On both sides, there are smooth stone walls more than ten feet high, with dense writings on them.
"The man is here! The snow in the Xue family remains in the clouds!"
"One sword draws the wind here, and the evil will never come back! The Feng family's style will be perfect."
"Cut off the world of mortals and go up the mountain, and enter this world with no regrets! Yu Meng of the Yu family left a message here."
"..."
When they reached the third level, Fang Che saw an acquaintance.
"If you enter this mountain to cut off love and righteousness, this sword will kill Yannan! Xue of the Xue family will help Xiao Liu."
Oh, Master Snow.
Fang Che watched it for a while, and he had to say that even the words Master Xue left behind had a quaint taste.
The stone walls on both sides were densely covered with handwriting. Through the handwriting, Fang Che seemed to see countless seniors walking up the mountain in awe.
With fluttering clothes and a heroic face, he went up the mountain boldly and never looked back.
In Fang Che's eyes, there were countless back figures.
In front of him, they walked up the mountain step by step. There were knives and swords in their hands. Their bodies were filled with righteousness and awe-inspiring blood!
Fang Che looked at the notes left by these seniors carefully as he walked up the mountain.
He knew that except for a very small number of the seniors who had carved the words and left here, the vast majority of them had already slept on the mountain.
Anyone who can leave a message here will be able to dominate a party!
However, they all chose to die here in obscurity.
The only things that can record their names are these stone walls.
Some people's names even exist only on the stone walls here!
How many names can be engraved on both sides of this thousands-foot road up the mountain?
All the way up the mountain, I couldn’t find any blank space. Every name, every word, is a heroic figure, and an eternal heroic soul!
Fang Che counted and found that it had reached more than 4,000 steps, but the words on both sides were still densely packed, and they were getting denser and denser, with less and less blank spaces.
And the handwriting has become smaller.
Fang Che understood the psychology of these seniors very well: when they went up the mountain and saw people carving words, they wanted to find a blank space to carve their names.
But as I went up the mountain, I found that there was no blank space. When I finally found the blank space, I was very cautious about leaving words.
Because we want to leave space for future generations.
So they are all neat and the handwriting is very small.
Six thousand steps are still full of names. Looking at the stone walls on both sides, as the mountain becomes steeper and steeper, it is getting higher and higher. Some have reached thirty feet, and they are still densely packed.
He counted step by step.
Finally I saw the blank space, the unfilled stone wall.
From here upward, it's all blank.
He saw an affectionate name.
"Children of the Feng family, live forever! Feng Xiangdong!"
An awe-inspiring sentence.
Next to it are a series of names, all beginning with the character "风", and there are more than a thousand of them.
They all have the same inscription: "Children of the Feng family, live forever!"
Then came their respective names, row after row, with awe-inspiring fighting spirit, like a row of well-positioned troops that were about to charge into battle.
The handwriting is brand new, and you can even see the carved white stone seal.
Obviously, it was just engraved.
Calculating the time, I should have left from East Lake and returned to the Feng Family gathering place non-stop. Then I didn't stop at all and came all the way under the stars and night.
Fang Che took a deep breath and pulled out the long sword with a clang.
Bibo City, Fang Che!
He originally wanted to engrave the fourteen words "The soul of a hero has stood for eternity, and here is another one of mine."
But thinking about my mission and the Night Demon's identity, if someone discovers it, I'm afraid it will inevitably leave some flaws.
So I swallowed these fourteen words.
It's just that he engraved his name neatly.
Then he discovered that the stone wall was actually reinforced by divine power and was extremely hard. With the sharpness of the Hades Emperor, it actually took a monarch-level power to leave writings on it.
Looking at his name.
Fang Che had a wry smile on his face.
His handwriting was slightly lighter.
If one day his identity is exposed, someone will probably come to erase his name, right? Save them some energy at that time.
He collected himself and headed up.
The stone wall in front is already blank.
Fang Che couldn't help but look back.
All the way to the end where the vision is blurred, there are stone walls engraved with names.
It was like there were tens of billions of heroic souls looking at him with smiles on their faces.
Fang Che also had a smile on his face.
Then he turned around and walked all the way up.
Not far away, we climbed up a mist-shrouded hillside and saw a flat land in front of us. There were buildings on the flat land.
This building is definitely not grand, but it can definitely be said to be atmospheric.
It's all piled up with tens of thousands of kilograms of stones.
But there are no buildings, all bungalows are connected together, blending into the whole mountain.
A very simple gate with two guards standing on the left and right.
Seeing Fang Che coming, he immediately stepped forward to ask.
"Which one is it from?"
"I don't belong to the family. I'm here to report to General Manager Yan Xifeng and let him arrange it."
The two guards looked expressionless as they checked Fang Che's medal and the correspondence with the Southeast Headquarters, and then started business: "Master Yan, please go in and wait at the middle door."
These two people seemed to have no idea what the word Fang Che meant.
I don’t know about Fang Tu, who is famous all over the world.
But Fang Che understood after thinking about it: Even if he knew, what could he do?
No matter how famous you are outside, people here look down upon you: Is this your record?
Which one of those who dominate the interior is not obedient here? Which one's meritorious service is not better than yours?
The pride in the hearts of people in this area is really unparalleled.
But this kind of pride is something that everyone must admit: they deserve this pride!
Walking in, there is a huge hall.
There are already many people waiting inside.
When Fang Che handed over his paperwork, someone came to take it and arranged for him to sit in a chair in the corner.
The face of the person next to him was stern, as sharp as a knife or an ax.
Seeing that Fang Che was young, he asked, "Which family is he from?"
Fang Che understood: The opening remarks of people here and people they don’t know probably all start with this sentence: Which company is it from?
"Does not belong to the family, is a loose cultivator." Fang Che had no choice but to introduce himself again: "Bibo City, Fang Che."
"Oh. Fang Che? Never heard of it. Bibo City? The Bibo City in the southeast?"
"yes."
"The person named Fang... I haven't seen the person named Fang for a long time."
The man asked: "What cultivation level?"
"The Venerable is at the peak of the fourth rank and will soon break through to the fifth rank."
Upon hearing this, a faint sarcastic smile appeared on the man's face: "This cultivation level, tsk, does it matter in the guardian headquarters? Come to gild it?"
Fang Che coughed: "It's a small matter."
"hehe……"
The man said calmly: "When you enter the secret realm and start fighting, your relationship... is just shit. It will not affect you at all from becoming an ice sculpture corpse... But it doesn't matter. You are a Venerable. It's worth coming here in exchange for a family badge of honor." Just die."
Fang Che's mouth twitched.
The people here are really nice to talk to.
"Senior, what's your surname?"
The man chuckled and said, "You don't know even if I tell you."
"Maybe I know?"
Fang Che asked.
"My name is Wind Knife."
Feng Dao looked at Fang Che's face with a look like a wind knife, and said sarcastically: "Have you heard of it?"
"nature."
Fang Che has been with Feng Xiangdong and others for so long, and he can be said to be very knowledgeable about the members of the three major families of Feng Yuxue.
"A genius among the penultimate generation of the Feng family. At the age of twenty-five, he entered the secret realm to fight. He won every battle. He has reached the peak of the ninth level of the Holy King. He is one of the leaders of the Feng family in the secret realm. The senior is very impressive. Who in the world doesn’t know this great name?”
Fang Che said with great familiarity.
"Who in the world doesn't know?"
There was confusion on Feng Dao's chiseled face: "Now they have actually started to promote this place? How can that be done? Isn't the Mainland panicking?"
"..."
Fang Che was silent.
"You, a little kid, are only 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: "..."
"It's really..."
Feng Dao smacked his lips and said: "Play the piano! You ants like you come here and send someone to take care of you. There are so many things to take care of and die together. Why do you want to get along with someone like you for a well-connected person like you?" What a shame for a veteran who has fought countless battles for the rest of his life.”
Feng Dao looked at Fang Che with disgust.
Fang Che was speechless.
Because he could tell from Feng Dao's words that this kind of thing had happened many times before...
Fortunately, it was at this time.
The herald's voice came: "Fang Che! Summoned by the general manager!"
Upon hearing the name Fang Che, only two or three people in the entire hall looked up in surprise.
Others were indifferent.
Feng Dao spat behind Fang Che: "It's indeed a related household! I asked Yan Xifeng as soon as I came here, bah! The weakling... must have stayed behind to do logistics."
Several old guys next to him, who were dressed in iron-blooded and indifferent fighting spirit, simultaneously sighed in disdain.
"People nowadays are becoming more and more utilitarian."
Then another person said: "Old Daozi, aren't there a group of people from your Feng family here? Why are you sitting here again?"
Feng Dao said distressedly: "Didn't my vice-captain sacrifice his life? I always have to come and remind him when he can make up for it."
(End of chapter)