Lord of the night.

Chapter 1274 Drawing the Sword and Looking Around with Confusion [Two in One]

Fang Che didn't want to come. Firstly, he really felt that it wouldn't be a bad thing for An Ruoxing to retire.

Secondly, he is now Fang Che, not Ye Mo, and Fang Che is really worried about losing his composure in front of Yinshen Palace's tomb.

Yinshen Palace, this old devil who used him at first and doubted him in every way, but finally opened his heart to him and paved the last part of his life for him...

Fang Che felt extremely complicated and uncomfortable.

If the old devil knew in his afterlife that the apprentice for whom he paid the price of his life to pave the way was actually an undercover agent of the guardian, how would he feel?
Sometimes Fang Che felt it was very cruel when he thought about it this way.

But there is no way.

Besides, I really miss the old devil.

The image of the Yi Xin Sect's leader, wearing a leader's robe, wearing a tall crown and having a cold face, holding the Blood Spirit Sword, kept appearing in my mind.

In my dreams at midnight, the final life-and-death battle of Yinshen Palace, which I could not see, seemed to flash in my mind again and again.

Fang Che could even imagine how the old devil mustered up the courage to make conditions to Yan Nan and ask for benefits for his disciple when he was about to die; and how he calmly went to his death and fought bloody battles.

The old devil who had always lived a delicate and selfish life, still had a calm and faint smile on his face even after his death.

He knew that his body would be placed in front of his apprentice.

He was probably afraid that his ferocious expression would touch his disciple's mood, so even his death was so calm and composed.

Fang Che held the wine in one hand and the food in the other.

Walking in the evening breeze, wandering in the cold.

Along the way, his consciousness was inexplicably hazy, and the old devil's voice, appearance and smile kept flashing before his eyes.

In name, he was going to drink with An Ruoxing, but in reality...

Master, your disciple Ye Mo is here to see you.

This time I come to see you as Fang Che.

I'm really sorry, I haven't found your space ring and blood sword yet. Even if I check among the guardians now, I don't know who has them...

Fang Che once asked Dongfang Sansan about this matter.

Dongfang Sansan doesn’t know the details either.

He just said: It should be in the hands of the few people who are still at large. All the people who have been arrested have been searched for these two items, but they have not found them.

I can only wait and check them one by one later.

Fang Che, dressed in fluttering black, walked down the street like a ghost.

On both sides of the road, I found several shops, all of which had a logo of a phoenix rising from the ashes, and "Nirvana Exclusive" written on them.

It's a brand.

Some handmade materials produced by Nirvana Martial Arts Academy were open for sale to the public on the mainland. Fang Che took a look with his spiritual sense and saw that the products were surprisingly exquisite.

Moreover, it actually has a unique flavor.

Inexpensive and very popular.

Fang Che couldn't help but sigh: In fact, he was just making money in a rough way. The ones who really supported the children were people like Zhao Shanhe and Qian Ruhai.

Even if you have money, you have to spend it!

God knows how much effort they have put into the development of Nirvana Martial Arts Academy.

They even worked out a step-by-step plan for the development of Nirvana Martial Academy decades or hundreds of years from now.

This is truly eternal.

It is impossible for Nirvana Martial Arts Academy to keep investing without any output. It must create value eventually, otherwise it will really drag down Southeast.

But as long as they can hold on, the output will gradually increase year by year, and it will continue to be exported to the entire continent, and the money will be recovered. It is only a matter of time before they can eventually turn losses into profits.

Zhao Shanhe and others had already calculated every step during this period clearly.

time!

When the children of Nirvana Martial Arts Academy truly become outstanding... by that time, Nirvana Martial Arts Academy will naturally become a banner and a brand for the entire continent.

However, to reach that point, the road to go is really too far.

But after all, we have started.

"This wave of inspections in the southeast, even if the methods used are more severe, must lay the foundation for Nirvana Martial Academy! This will eliminate one of the worries that Dongfang Military Advisor has been worried about for so many years!"

Fang Che made up his mind.

Dongfang Sansan once mentioned that the people's livelihood on the mainland is certainly the top priority, but these innocent children who have been harmed are always a pain in their hearts.

There are too many of them, and they are too scattered to be managed.

Fang Che spared no expense in establishing the Nirvana Martial Arts Academy, which was equivalent to raising a flag across the entire continent.

With this flag, everything will be easy.

Some people on the roadside also noticed a shadowy figure and realized that it seemed to be Mr. Fang passing by, but when they looked over with surprise, they found that the figure had disappeared.

Small mountain peak.

Thirty-six steps.

An ordinary tombstone.

Tomb of An Ruochen and his wife.

An Ruoxing was taking out one dish after another from the food box, and while taking them, she said, "I came to see you again. Tell me, you... why are you so stupid? For a demon, you lost your life... Oh, forget it, let's not talk about it, he has gone down anyway. Tell me, how did you become a demon..."

"Sister has never despised you. Even if you live in seclusion and become a rich man, wouldn't you live a happy life?"

"It's a bit disrespectful to call you an idiot, but you've killed so many people that it hurts to think of you now, don't you understand? And you have the nerve to take advantage of my sister and drink my wine every day. This is the wine of the guardian, aren't you afraid of a sore throat after drinking it?"

This is the most complicated time of the day for An Ruoxing, but it is also the most relaxing time of the day for him.

I have to say that An Ruoxing herself doesn’t understand her own feelings.

But in this whole world... the only people who can talk to me are the two people in front of me.

So many of my close brothers have died, one by one.

An Ruoxing had a feeling: he was charging with a group of brothers, and then the number of people around him became fewer and fewer. At the end of the charge, he looked around in confusion and was left alone.

Lying all over the ground behind him were the bodies of his brothers.

Even Shen Zhixuan died.

Before he died, Lao Shen told him about Fang Che, but later Fang Che also died.

Fang Che’s death was like the last straw that broke the camel’s back for An Ruoxing.

Because... even the younger generations that I had high hopes for are all dead.

All I see is darkness; I draw my sword and look around, feeling lost.

Who can relieve my sorrow? Who can understand my intention? Who can accompany me to get drunk? Who can accompany me to rush?
All gone, all my brothers are gone.

There are no more enemies, no more goals.

Who knows this feeling?
That's why he was truly disheartened.

Every night, apart from coming here to chat a few words, he had no desire to speak even when he saw Zhao Shanhe. What made An Ruoxing feel most hopeless was that... he had nothing to say to his wife.

Because of his complicated feelings, his daughter-in-law didn't understand.

But then again, even he himself doesn't understand it.

So day by day I became more and more disheartened.

Fang Che's resurrection caused his mood to fluctuate a lot, but they were just fluctuations.

An Ruoxing was thinking about her complicated feelings while arranging the dishes.

Just after putting two dishes down, I noticed a hand appear in my sight, holding a small bowl of dishes and gently placing it on the ground.

The hand was white and slender, and the dark pattern on the sleeve sparkled with starlight.

An Ruoxing's movements froze for a moment, and without looking up, she said, "Fang Che, why are you here?"

"Come and see you."

Fang Che said softly: "By the way, I haven't eaten yet. I'll just have a drink with you here."

An Ruoxing paused and said, "If you want to persuade me to go back and continue my post, then don't say anything."

Fang Che said: "I won't persuade you."

An Ruoxing then raised her head and looked at Fang Che.

Fang Che discovered that this Southeast Deputy Chief, who used to be handsome and famous for his calmness and elegance and looked like a young man, now had wrinkles on his face, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were particularly clear.

His eyes looked haggard, and his hair was already gray.

Fang Che sighed: "Deputy Chief An, you look a bit like a middle-aged man now."

An Ruoxing smiled faintly, supported her body with her right hand, and sat on the ground: "If I continue to look young like before, I will feel like a monster... Sit down."

Fang Che smiled and served the wine and food.

He looked up at the tombstone and said, "So this is how the deputy chief got his name."

He took out a stick of incense, lit it, and put it in the incense burner.

He bowed deeply and after a moment, he stood up straight.

He took out the prepared paper money and put it aside, waiting for An Ruoxing to start a fire and burn the paper.

An Ruoxing looked at him as he saluted and said softly, "Yes, this is my sister. She is one year older than me. In fact, our names should be reversed. My sister was born first, so she was named An Ruoxing. Later, I was born as a boy, so my parents swapped our names. My sister was named Ruochen, and I became Ruoxing."

"I see."

Fang Che then sat down, facing An Ruoxing, and said, "That's right, I also have a lot to say to you."

An Ruoxing rolled her eyes: "Aren't you trying to persuade me?"

"It's really not true."

Fang Che sighed and said, "There are not many old friends and elders in this world, and you are one of them. Moreover, Teacher Shen spent the last days of his life with you."

The deepest relationship of Yinshen Palace is also with you.

The fate of you and me is indeed closely connected, even if you don't know it.

Fang Che did not say the rest of the words.

An Ruoxing smiled and said with emotion: "Fang Che, you have to get used to it... This world is becoming more and more unfamiliar with the world... This is the real weapon that makes people old." "When you look up, there are no scenes in this world that you remember, and the people around you are no longer the familiar faces of the past... That kind of confusion makes people older than any other experience."

“It’s a kind of loneliness that comes from knowing clearly that you are walking on the road to death.”

He said with deep emotion: "Hold on to this, Fang Che, you are the strong one."

"Then did you hold on?" Fang Che asked quietly.

"I?"

An Ruoxing didn't answer for a long time. He looked at his sister's tombstone with a desolate look. After a long while, he said painfully, "It's so embarrassing. I have been defeated and crushed."

Fang Che smiled and said nothing.

Instead, he opened a jar of wine, poured three bowls as an offering, and then filled up An Ruoxing and himself.

He picked up the bowl and said, "Deputy Chief An, I'd like to offer you a toast first. I have always remembered your kindness and care over the past few years. From the time when Chief Zhao misunderstood and treated me unfairly... At that time, I was still a small deacon in Baiyunzhou... Deputy Chief An's righteous care and care began from the first time we met..."

He sighed a little at this point, paused, and said with regret: "Looking back now, it really feels like the past is like smoke... Deputy Chief An, I salute you."

He held the bowl, clinked it with An Ruoxing, and drank it all in one gulp.

He wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth with his hand and said in a daze: "Actually, I am tired too. Really, Deputy Chief An, the moment I jumped off the cliff of Yunlan River, I was really tired. To be honest. Even though I knew I would not die, at that moment, my heart was as cold as ice."

"I have always known how much beauty in the world has been destroyed by ambition and greed. I can see it in history books. But before, I was just reading stories. Only when it happened to me, I understood how painful it was. It was so painful that the world turned gray."

"Then I had a weird idea of ​​why the place where ghosts stay is gray fog... Really, it was a weird idea, and then I understood that it was all because of the word 'death'."

"Whether it's the death of a person, a death of a heart, or a death of love...it's all the same."

“But I finally survived.”

"I returned to the Guardian headquarters and resumed my mission of patrolling the continent. This time, my thoughts were different from before."

"Before, I just wanted to make the world a better place. But this time, I just want to kill everyone who deserves to die. Deputy Chief An, do you understand the difference?"

Fang Che smiled faintly and spoke lightly, with almost no ups and downs in his voice, just like a straightforward statement.

An Ruoxing listened carefully.

He felt that these words went deep into his heart.

Holding the wine bowl, he sighed and said, "How cold the blood is, how cold the heart is...ah..."

He raised his wine bowl and clinked it with Fang Che's, then raised his head and drank it. After finishing the bowl, he sighed and said, "So you feel different this time when you come back?"

"Yes, it is very different."

"This time I felt like a dead person coming back from the underworld to collect debts. Like a ghost seeking souls."

"The people who were killed were still those who should be killed, but this time the scope of those who should be killed was wider than last time."

Fang Che smiled coldly.

"Is your mood different?" An Ruoxing asked.

"It's different."

Fang Che smiled faintly: "There is still a big difference between a vigorous heart and a tired heart."

An Ruoxing sighed softly and said, "Fang Che, you can't be tired."

"I am learning this from you."

Fang Che said: "Since Baiyunzhou, you have been my role model. If your heart is cold, my heart will be cold too."

An Ruoxing was stunned for a moment, and said angrily: "You little bastard, are you waiting for me here?"

"How could that be possible? This is my true feeling."

Fang Che said.

An Ruoxing was silent, started a fire in his palm, lit the paper money and put it into the brazier.

Start burning paper money.

He put one out, and Fang Che also put one out.

Both of them had their own people to burn money for. An Ruoxing burned it for her sister: If your husband wants to spend it, you can approve the limit for him. My money is for you, my sister, not for him. But once the money is in your hands, I can't control who you give it to.

Fang Che was telling the old Indian: Master, I'll give you some pocket money, don't let women take it. A man is not strong without some money in his pocket.

Having said that, Fang Che felt that now that Old Yin was reunited with An Ruochen, he would probably be a good ghost.

What you burned for him with great effort may have to be handed over later.

"You are still the leader of the Demonic Cult, so you should be more tough..."

Fang Che thought to himself.

An Ruoxing was burning for a while, then she said softly, "I know you'll come to persuade me after all."

Fang Che didn't answer.

Just burning paper.

After a long while, An Ruoxing said, "Fang Che, I am disheartened this time because of your incident, but it is not the reason. You also know that my biggest dream in this life is to kill Yin Shen Gong."

"Either I kill him, or he kills me."

“I have lived like this for about a thousand years.”

"In order to kill Yin Shen Gong, I had every motivation. But now he is dead."

An Ruoxing turned her eyes back to the tombstone and smiled desolately: "I suddenly realized that my life has lost its meaning... This feeling, perhaps you will not understand it when you are young..."

Fang Che silently threw paper money into the brazier and listened quietly.

An Ruoxing looked at the tombstone and said sadly, "When he was alive, I could curse him as viciously as I wanted, digging up his ancestors' graves, fucking his ancestors, fucking his whole family...but after he died, he asked me to call him brother-in-law...I dare not curse him at all."

The firelight flickered, illuminating An Ruoxing's face, as if there was a figure standing in the shadow beside her, swaying slightly.

"It's not easy for him either."

An Ruoxing said silently: "As the leader of the Demon Cult, he has committed many evil deeds throughout his life, but he has never forced women, and...he has never married in his life."

"I know what he is waiting for, and I also know what my sister is thinking."

"So... after he died, I accepted the identity of the Demon Cult leader's brother-in-law."

An Ruoxing said: "Fang Che, it's not because of anything else, I really... have no goals. I am talking to you now, and I feel confused, do you understand? Drinking with them now... Only at this time do I feel at ease..."

He smiled sadly and said, "Yin Shen Palace, An Ruochen... I didn't expect that after they died for so long, they are still the direction of my life."

Fang Che threw paper money without saying a word.

He himself didn't know what he was thinking.

Moreover, to be fair, he is not very enthusiastic about persuading An Ruoxing to make a comeback.

An Ruoxing is an extremely emotional person. After losing his life goals, even if he goes back to work, the cruelty and ruthlessness of the world, and all the meanness and filthiness, will quickly drive him back.

Because now he is extremely vulnerable and sensitive.

After a long while, he said softly, "Let's go to Nirvana Martial Arts Academy. There... they need someone to take charge of others, and I'm worried. Besides, the interests involved in Nirvana Martial Arts Academy are a bit big now."

An Ruoxing was silent for a long time, then said, "Then I'll think about it."

There is no need to say more. The two of them drank and burned paper.

Severe winter.

Little sparks rushed into the night sky and drifted around.

An Ruoxing burned all the paper money she brought with her, and found that Fang Che still had more than half of it.

I couldn't help but feel a little touched. As a younger brother, I was not as well taken care of as an outsider...

So he helped Fang Che burn the rest, and said softly: "Since you brought more paper money than I did... I will go find Zhao Shanhe tomorrow, and I will be in charge of Nirvana Martial Arts Academy from now on. I will not be responsible for the rest."

Fang Che was a little stunned.

I thought to myself that the reason I bought so much paper money was not because of your sister...but of course I couldn't say that.

He just nodded and said solemnly: "People are not stones. If you are tired, just take a rest. It doesn't matter if you have a goal or not, you have to live on."

An Ruoxing sighed deeply and did not continue the conversation. He said, "When you go to Baiyunzhou and Baiwuzhou, bring some rejuvenation pills with you... In these two continents, people were tortured to the point of being physically disabled because of you..."

"Their level is too low, their merits are not enough, their cultivation is too low to get the Rejuvenation Pills... and these guys are fierce. The five major families later offered them Rejuvenation Pills to compensate them, but they all refused without exception."

An Ruoxing said with a sigh: "They are all good men."

Fang Che felt his heart twitch and asked, "How many?"

"Yun Jianqiu, Hong Ercuizi, Wu Zhiyun... three."

An Ruoxing sighed: "If you can't get the Rejuvenating Pill, they will probably be... disabled for the rest of their lives."

"I see. I have! I'm ready."

"These are my loyal brothers... How can I not be prepared?"

Fang Che sighed, thinking of these men, howling in anger and standing firm under the extreme punishment of the five major families. It was as if he saw the blood on their bodies and smelled the iron-blooded heroic aura blowing towards him!

For a moment, I couldn’t describe how I felt.

But, suddenly, I felt the shadows behind me, like mountains and seas, united as one! Indestructible!

Day two.

An Ruoxing's sudden appearance made Zhao Shanhe ecstatic.

"I really don't want to work anymore, but... Fang Che came to me, so I have no choice but to struggle for a few more years."

An Ruoxing said: "So I will only be responsible for Nirvana Martial Academy from now on."

Zhao Shanhe agreed immediately, feeling relieved: "Great!"

The Nirvana Martial Academy took up too much energy, Zhao Shanhe had already had a headache, but he was worried about handing it over to someone else, because the interests involved were too huge, and the money that passed through their hands every day was like the sea.

If something went wrong here, and a good deed that shocked the whole region turned into a scandal, Zhao Shanhe would be blamed for it.

However, such huge benefits, as some people say, are such that even a saint would have to take some advantage of it.

So Zhao Shanhe has been worried about this.

Now that An Ruoxing is willing to take over this, Zhao Shanhe is completely overjoyed!
With An Ruoxing in charge, it is really... foolproof. With An Ruoxing's caution and thousands of years of experience, she is the best choice to be in charge of Nirvana Martial Arts Academy. Moreover, she is strict in law enforcement and will not tolerate any sand in her eyes.

Moreover, An Ruoxing is not interested in external affairs now, making her the most suitable candidate.

(End of this chapter)