Chapter 683 The madman fighting with the sky [2-in-1]
Dongfang Sansan lowered his eyes and said softly: "I think these three years should be enough..."
He said it was enough, but the expression on his face was full of worry that it was not enough.
Fengyunqi said: "Absolutely enough! What kind of famine can last for three years?"
Dongfang Sansan shook his head and said softly:
"I think the time for me to be prepared... after this snow falls, has already arrived."
Dongfang Sansan frowned: "I hope I can survive."
Feng Yunqi was immediately shocked.
"You've actually been so far-sighted that you've been preparing for three years in advance for a catastrophic disaster that has left the whole world without a harvest?"
"I'm just afraid it's not enough."
Dongfang Sansan frowned deeply and said, "Brother Qi, we all talk about natural disasters. Do you know what natural disasters are?"
Feng Yunqi 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 speaks out, he will be slapped in the face - this kind of experience has happened to Dongfang Sansan many times. I learned a lot.
really.
Dongfang Sansan said: "Everyone knows that natural disasters include drought, floods, snow, wind, hail, etc., but one thing we need to know is that once a natural disaster occurs, not only will the land not produce food, but the stored food in hand will also be lost. , the rate of decay is much faster than in normal years without natural disasters.”
"Food doesn't grow in the ground and rots in the hands. This is a natural disaster!"
Dongfang Sansan said: "So why do I say that the food I have stored for so long can only last three years? Because after three years at most, the food will go bad. There is not much left that can be used. It is not that it is gone."
Feng Yunqi really didn't know this.
He understands that food cannot grow in the ground, but he really doesn’t know that the food in his hands will rot.
"Is this happening?"
"If you look for any old farmers who have experienced natural disasters, they will understand this."
Dongfang Sansan said: "Rot, rot, mildew, insects... During natural disaster years, they will be ten times stronger than normal times!"
Fengyunqi was silent.
Decided to take a look when I have time.
Dongfang Sansan randomly changed the topic and said, "However, if it snows, it will not be easy for my orthodox sect."
Fengyun Qi let out a laugh and said: "Yan Nan is probably not as well prepared as you, so it's definitely not going to be easy! At least it's not going to be as easy as yours!"
"So we must be on guard against war."
Dongfang Sansan smiled bitterly: "I am like a rich man now. In these famine years, there are people like Yannan who can't afford to eat..."
Feng Yunqi smacked his lips: "I have to say... your description, now, is actually very appropriate."
He chuckled and said, "If this snow lasts for more than ten days... Yan Nan will probably cry to the sky."
Dongfang Sansan sighed deeply: "What I'm most afraid of now is him calling God."
Feng Yunqi suddenly realized: "You mean?"
Dongfang Sansan frowned: "Do you think Yan Nan can't do it?"
Feng Yunqi's face also darkened: "If that's the case, it would be really bad."
Dongfang Sansan sighed: "If that's the case, three years... isn't enough."
…
The headquarters of Solipsism.
Seeing visions of heaven and earth.
Yan Nan was overjoyed at first: "Three Directions World, after so long delay, it is finally here!"
But then he felt something was wrong: "Is this different from before?"
It wasn't until the heavy snow came down, but a quarter of an hour later, Yan Nan's face became extremely heavy when he saw that the snow on the ground was already up to his ankles.
"There's something wrong with this snow."
Chen Gu didn't know when he had arrived beside him: "Fifth brother, the three directions of heaven and earth are here. Not to mention they are too late, and they can't fall yet. We have to wait... I don't know when they will fall. In the sky just now Those images that flashed by were quite strange. Is the first one the God Centipede? "
Yan Nan's face darkened: "Shut up."
"Forget about the three worlds, think about what to do about this snow disaster first."
Chen Gu sighed.
"We don't have much reserves. It only takes one day for such heavy snow... to be a catastrophe. But looking at the weather now, it won't happen in one day."
Yan Nan said: "Let's see. If it lasts for ten and a half days, we...should be able to survive it, right?"
Chen Gu smiled bitterly: "Fifth brother, we can survive this kind of snow for ten years. But the people at the bottom cannot survive."
"Ten days and a half...it's estimated that the snow on the ground is ten feet deep! How can I hold on?"
Chen Gu's smile was bitter.
Yan Nan was silent.
There is no need to argue at this moment. For example, what he is asking is not these masters, but the entire continent of Solipsism.
But what’s the point of debating this?
"After three days, if the snow has not stopped, all the masters of the sect will gather to worship the God Centipede and activate the divine power."
Yan Nan's eyes flashed sternly, and he said: "Use the power of the 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 weren't afraid of wasting my divine power, I would have made this suggestion right now."
"It's too early 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 an expert's power impacting the clouds in the sky. It was obvious that a big hole was punched out, but the clouds could not penetrate.
I don’t know how thick the clouds are.
A hole was made and it immediately healed slowly, just like before.
To no avail.
Fang Che looked at the sky, worried in his heart.
He knew that it was Sun Wutian hitting the clouds, but when he saw that he couldn't penetrate the clouds, his heart became even heavier. Even Sun Wutian couldn't defeat him, who else could?
Sun Wutian's voice reached his ears: "There is no way, the clouds can't drive it away. It should be continent-wide. Or even beyond the continent."
"Yes."
Fang Che sent a message back: "Have you finished listening to the book?"
Sun Wutian sighed, a little dissatisfied and said: "Since you have been there, my husband ran away directly, and I found another one."
"..."
You are so leisurely.
"I have to go out and take charge."
Fang Che said.
"Go ahead, who asked you to do this work?"
Sun Wutian said: "I'll go out and have some fun too."
Lao Sun disappeared.
But Fang Che is very sure that this old devil is not just going out to have fun, he must be secretly helping to clean up the heavy snow...
Just as Dongfang Sansan said: This is a prosperous age created by himself.
Sun Wutian would not be able to part with him.
The heavy snow continued to fall without abating at all.
The clouds were motionless, as if frozen.
Even veteran warriors, no matter how old they are, have never seen such weird weather or snow as heavy as this year!
Even ordinary people have realized in their hearts: a catastrophe is coming!
Fang Che came out in the snow and ordered people to clear the main roads, and then the original corpse trucks, plus others, came in handy again.
Heavy snow piles are being transported outside.
The snow was falling heavily, and the eyes were completely white. The two people could not be seen three feet apart.
Completely separated by heavy snow.
Fang Che walked to some areas where the snow had not been shoveled and took a look. The snow was already up to his knees!
It's only been more than an hour.
"What a catastrophe!"
Fang Che looked up to the sky and sighed. Facing such extreme weather, no matter how high a person's cultivation level is, there is nothing he can do.
We can only continue to use the clumsiest method to shovel and transport snow.
The weather is getting colder and colder.
This long second half of the night is finally over.
The heavy snow continues, and the outside of the city is completely covered with ditches and rivers. However, a road has been cleared on the main road leading to Tiandu City.
The snow is several feet high on both sides, with a road in the middle. If you can see it from a high altitude, you will find that there are thousands of such roads!
Each one is hundreds of miles long, connecting to some towns outside the city and even mountain passes.
This is a huge project, no one knows who did it.
But these roads have always been maintained, just like passages of life.
In mountain villages and remote towns, civilians only need to be able to climb a little distance on their own to reach this passage of life and enter Tiandu City unimpeded!
And... in Tiandu City, after a round of purges, although only 60,000 people were killed, the number of people left vacant could far exceed this number.
After all, the people who died were all rich, powerful and powerful people... Their houses were really vast.
Now in these places, the officials and guards are seizing the time to rectify the situation.
Reserve supplies and other supplies are also being prepared.
Mountain people had already dragged their families out of the mountains, walking slowly on the snow. They were trudging through the knee-deep snow, but the people in front had already seen the wide road not far away.
"There is a way! There really is a way!"
He shouted loudly, took out a trumpet in his hand, and blew it as hard as he could.
The sound of horns suddenly sounded from behind.
As soon as the heavy snow started to fall, they felt something was wrong. As people who depend on the weather all year round, they were naturally sensitive to the weather.
When it snows like this, many elderly people become desperate on the spot.
They knew that they and others outside the city might not be able to survive. Such snow would never give you the chance to trek hundreds of miles into the city. As you walked on the road, the snow would cover your head.
And with such visibility in the city, there would be basically no response.
But at the most desperate moment, someone suddenly spoke.
"Go out, there's a road into the city! It's already out!"
Not just one person heard it, but all people heard it.
So some people began to go out with hesitation, because the weather was getting colder and colder, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and staying here was really the only way to die.
The heavy snow only fell for two quarters of an hour, and already some houses were crushed.
The voice kept urging, like a god whispering in his heart: "Go out! There is a way!"
When we came out of the mountain after all the hard work and saw that there was still a way to go, everyone cheered wildly. The loudspeaker kept calling and urging those behind, while those in front were already on the road into the city.
Under such mobilization, many people in the mountains began to go out.
Many flat rural areas are also beginning to move closer to cities and towns.
Many elderly people are mobilizing and taking the lead. These old people are the ones who insist on not leaving when nothing happens.
It’s hard to leave the hot land.
However, only when they encounter natural disasters or other events, they will be more awake than anyone else, and they will not even have such lucky thoughts as "the snow will stop in two days."
Having lived their whole lives, they only need to look at the motionless clouds in the sky. When you feel the wind without a trace, you know that this snow is definitely coming for the dead!
So, run away! Take the time to escape!
Wooden houses, stone houses, and caves are all unreliable.
When such heavy snow falls, the chimney of your fire to keep warm will be blocked in an instant!
The roads are spreading.
Sun Wutian was running in the air.
Notifying each village one by one, Fang Che and others would not be able to spare any time to do this. But these villages...Sun Wutian has been to all of them and killed evildoers.
This is the person he saved!
But God wants to take it away! That won't work!
God has been playing tricks on me all my life. Now I want to save someone and create peace. You want to take it away too?
The old devil is crazy.
And the fighting spirit is high.
He thinks that now he is going against the sky!
So he was clearing a path around Tiandu City and running around.
The snow was pouring crazily, but he was like a madman fighting against the sky, constantly informing and clearing the snow on every road he had driven.
The unparalleled magical power is activated, and a sleeve is rolled up, and the road is clean again.
The white hair and gray clothes shone like ghosts in the blizzard.
Sun Wutian's eyes were a little complicated as he watched the people in the mountain villages embark on the life path he had created.
He didn't care about those who couldn't escape and fell in the snow, letting those people freeze to death or struggle on their own.
He didn't care about those who came out.
He didn't care about those who insisted on staying in the mountains.
He just did his own thing, opened the way, informed, and continued to open the way after the notification.
He saw all the small mountain villages and rural towns. From the east of the city to the west of the city, from the south of the city to the north of the city...
Sun Wutian traveled thousands of miles around. Even the scope is constantly expanding.
People look like long queues walking on the road, and from high altitude they look like swarms of ants.
Sun Wutian's eyes were distant, shining in the heavy snow.
He seemed to see those towns that he had massacred, those small towns that he had killed to death, and the villages that had been turned into ruins...
He held a throwing knife in his hand.
A small flying knife.
Ice cold.
Jueming Feidao was about to die, with that indifferent look in his eyes, that calm and peaceful face, and that sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth. came to mind again.
Sun Wutian's breathing became heavier and heavier.
"What a thief!"
Sun Wutian said.
"I won't let you get what you want! I won't let you get what you want!"
Staying in the air for a while, he flashed through the blizzard again, clearing the roads covered with heavy snow again.
One road after another, no omissions were missed, and the speed was very fast.
There were countless people thanking him, but he turned a deaf ear. It disappeared in a flash.
In a blizzard.
Fang Che, wearing a big cloak, stood outside the city, looking at the roads that were opened.
His eyes were a little sad and complicated.
He saw the figure flying back and forth in the wind and snow. He was maintaining the path of thousands of lives with his own efforts.
No one else is even allowed to interfere.
He ran up to Fang Che and said, "Don't move!"
Then continue working on your own.
Does this mean he thinks he is a hero? Not allowing me, the real devil, to take action? So as not to stain his mind?
Fang Che guessed.
But he also knew that even if Dongfang Sansan was here now, he might not be able to understand what Sun Wutian was thinking.
Atonement? Absolutely not. Simply fighting against the sky? Not at all.
Because of guilt? Because of original intention? Because of making up for it?
It seems that they are, but not entirely.
Fang Che sighed softly, turned around, and simply entered the city and began to direct the resettlement work.
But in my mind, Sun Wutian with gray clothes and white hair often flashed across his mind. In the heavy snow, was his unruly gaze directed at the sky or the earth? Is it the right person?
…
By noon.
Although the heavy snow is still falling, most places in the city are already well organized.
Moreover, some large vehicles have already gone to pick up people outside the city.
"Then it's just a matter of keeping clearing and melting the snow."
Yu Xiaoran, covered in mud, stood beside Fang Che and breathed a sigh of relief: "Were those roads outside the city opened by Senior Jueming Feidao?"
Fang Che turned his head and looked at Yu Xiaoran: "Master Yu, you know a lot."
"hey-hey."
Yu Xiaoran said: "Although my origin is damaged and I can only come here to be the master of the palace, I am a member of the Yu family after all. Hehe... even though I am a side branch."
"Disrespect, Master Yu Palace." Fang Che said seriously.
All warriors whose origins were damaged were basically caused by fighting against the Solipsistic Orthodox Church.
Generally speaking, the martial artist's essence will not be damaged, because those who can escape escape, and those who cannot escape die on the spot, and there is no chance of the essence being damaged.
Therefore, the source of damage is caused by being inferior to others but having to fight to the death to delay it.
Everyone is well aware of this.
"This time, thanks to Master Feidao."
Yu Xiaoran sighed with emotion: "My elders once told me that if I have the opportunity, I must offer a glass of wine to Senior Feidao."
"I'm afraid there won't be a chance."
Fang Che said.
"Yes. If Senior Feidao 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 Feidao, at least tens of millions of lives around Tiandu City would have been taken away by this heavy snow."
"Remember to keep it secret." Fang Che reminded.
Yu Xiaoran said: "Of course."
Looking at the snowflakes that are still falling, it can no longer be called "goose feather snow", but should be called "pot cover snow".
It actually made a snapping sound when it hit the snow.
"How long will this snow last, Master Yu?" Fang Che asked.
"It's impossible to estimate. We can only hold on!"
Yu Xiaoran's face was full of bitterness.
Fang Che reminded: "The outside of the city is basically the same. Those who can't get out... basically can't get out. The most important thing now is the inside of the city. There are still a large number of poor people living in the city... If it rains for two days, then I can’t hold it even.”
"Get settled 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 are already making arrangements in this regard. What I have to consider now is... the civilians who have moved in from outside the city. Because we have just reorganized, the ones we have vacated now are the best houses... …But the original residents in the city do not have such conditions; this is a huge contradiction.”
"..."
Fang Che didn't have a good way to deal with this.
Because the injustice in people's hearts is natural.
For people in the city, this is even more true: after so many mobilizations before, you don’t go into the city! Now the critical moment of life and death has come. And we were allotted the best house as soon as we arrived. We could never afford to live in that kind of house in our lifetime, but in the end, you group of disaster victims lived in it instead, and we helped to clean it up. Why?
Yes, all the disputes, all the dissatisfaction, 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 for the government in the future and for you to guard the main hall."
Fang Che said: "I guess I will leave soon..."
Yu Xiaoran burst out laughing: "Hurry up and leave. The sooner you leave, the better."
Fang Che: "???Master Yu Palace, are you... polite?"
"After you leave, we can use your excuse and say that this arrangement was all arranged by Captain Fang! If you are dissatisfied, you can go to him to react... That way it will be fine."
Yu Xiaoran laughed.
"..."
Fang Che was stunned.
I couldn't help but cursed: "Fuck!"
But if you think about it carefully, this is actually a great move!
Now, as long as the name of Captain Fang is used, anything can be solved!
It’s the same with this big migration! No matter what the consequences are, Fang Che's name can be suppressed!
Moreover, few people dared to even whisper in private.
"Then why don't you announce it now?"
"Master Fang, you are still here, everyone is embarrassed!"
"You actually know how to be embarrassed!"
Fang Che rolled his eyes.
"Isn't Captain Fang going to give a lecture at Tianren Martial Arts Academy in the afternoon?" Yu Xiaoran quickly changed the topic.
"With such heavy snow, tens of thousands of teachers and students at Tianren Martial Arts Academy may have come out to help. The afternoon lectures are probably..."
Fang Che said: "...Should it be canceled, right?"
The words just fell.
I saw several figures passing through the blizzard: "Is Captain Fang here?"
It turned out to be several leaders of Tianren Martial Academy, led by Qin Fengyun, flying over.
Fang Che was speechless: "I'm here."
"Captain Fang is almost busy, right?" Qin Fengyun said, "Can we set off?"
"In such a heavy snowstorm, people are affected, and we still need to give lectures?"
Fang Che frowned and looked at Qin Fengyun dissatisfied: "Chief Qin Shan, is this appropriate?"
"Captain Fang doesn't know something."
Qin Fengyun said: "In order to give lectures this afternoon, all the teachers and students in the school have been working in various directions since the middle of the night last night. All 80,000 teachers and students have been scattered. They have been busy until now, and they have already destroyed the Tianren Martial Arts Academy. The work is almost done.”
"Now, everyone is back to rest. Once Captain Fang finishes his lecture, it will be almost time to rest. It's time to go out again. It's just in time. No time to waste."
Qin Fengyun was a little uneasy. For some reason, when Fang Che frowned and said something dissatisfied, 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 chapter)