Fairy, I really am a villain!

Seeing this, Wang Ningzhu was not surprised, but just said loudly: "Third Uncle, are you there?"

"Come in."

A gentle voice sounded, and two people pushed the door and entered the room.

This seemed to be just an ordinary monk's room. There was not even a Buddha statue, and it looked empty. There was a cushion in the middle of the room, and Wang Anyang, wearing a bright yellow Confucian robe, was sitting cross-legged on it.

"Without color or form, without increase or decrease, this is called emptiness." He showed a gentle smile and pointed to the futon opposite him. "Nephew, I have been waiting for you for a long time. There are some things that cannot be said in the city, so I resorted to this last resort..."

Suddenly, he paused, then smiled: "So it's Ningzhu, what are you doing dressed like this? Oh, it's Young Master Fang who is here."

Without exchanging pleasantries with him, Wang Ningzhu only unsheathed the knife a few inches and said in a cold voice: "Uncle San, this is the end."

"Put your things away and listen to a story. After that, you can kill me or chop me up as you wish."

In fact, if you think about it, if Wang Anyang just wanted to escape from prison, he wouldn't have left clues in the cage. It was obvious that he wanted to have a good talk.

After looking at each other, the two stood one in front of the other. Then Wang Ningzhu put away the knife and said, "You can talk now."

However, Wang Anyang turned to Fang Xiwen, lifted his shirt hem, revealing a scar on his stomach, and said with a smile: "Young Master Fang, even though you stabbed me with a sword, I don't blame you.

Dajin needs people like you who are loyal. You are great, and so are the Wang family for generations."

Although Fang Xiwen didn't know why he was being blindly loyal, he came here to investigate the demon disaster, so he was naturally happy to listen to Wang Anyang talk about these secrets, so he didn't interrupt.

Then, a past time reappeared in his mouth——

The exact time is untraceable, perhaps hundreds or even thousands of years ago, a human emperor forged a sword on the Dragon Platform, established his rule over the world, and had everyone in the world submit to him.

He killed the Demon King of that time, the Dragon Emperor of the Sky, and brought a great defeat to the demon clan. They were almost wiped out, and eventually the entire clan retreated into the secret realm of Tianhaiyuan. They could no longer be found in the Central Plains, and they disappeared from then on.

The ancestor of the Wang family was one of the emperor's ministers. He suppressed the north and guarded the Osmanthus Mountain, which was suspected to be the exit of the Tianhai Source. Two centuries ago, the demons reappeared on the earth and wreaked havoc.

At first, the Wang family, who were well prepared, did not suffer much loss. Although there were casualties, they were generally able to cope with it.

When the fighting was the most intense, three generations of the family had to fight together; after several charges, the only people on this branch of the tribe who were left were the women and children who did not go to the battlefield.

However, relying on the formation of a large mountain range with the Emperor's Sword as the core, and the Wang family's most precious treasure, the Jun Cen Sword, the two sides fought back and forth.

Until that day when the current head of the family, Wang Yun, was certified as a grandmaster and Jun Cendao truly recognized him as his master. By chance, he found the entrance to Tianhaiyuan, led his troops in, and returned triumphantly. He also hung thousands of demon heads on the city wall for a night, and the demonic aura soared to the sky.

Since then, the demon clan has been silent for a long time.

"It was during that time that the Gao family took back the Emperor's Sword that suppressed the mountains and rivers," Wang Anyang said with a smile, his tone full of mockery: "The formation that connected the mountains and rivers became unusable overnight. It's ridiculous that we thought the demon tribe was scared by the attack and were at ease, not caring much."

Hearing this, the remaining two looked at each other; he saw shock in Wang Ningzhu's eyes.

'It turns out that the Emperor Sword's ability to suppress mountains and rivers is actually physical... can it really be used to deploy such a large-scale formation on them?'

While thinking, Fang Xiwen asked: "But this is a serious matter, don't you have any advance measures? Why did you agree to the Gao family?"

"It's not a promise, it's a withdrawal." Wang Anyang's tone turned cold, and he looked into the distance: "The Emperor's Sword only recognizes the Emperor's orders, and at that time, the destiny was on the Gao family."

After the Emperor's Sword was taken back, the Wang family began to transfer the core of the formation to the Jun Cen Sword; and making these adjustments could not be done overnight and would take several days.

However, as if it was timed perfectly: on the last day before the formation was completed, the demon clan launched the largest attack in that sixty years.

Just a brief recollection and Wang Anyang's body began to tremble violently; he would never forget the evil cloud that covered the sky and the sun that day, as if it had swallowed up the sun and turned the world into a lightless one.

The two magical weapons that the Wang family once owned could not be used at this moment.

That day, Wang Anyang's pregnant wife brought some food to see him in the military camp and made his favorite osmanthus cake; the two listened to the baby's heartbeat together and discussed some nice names.

"Xuan means wheel tracks. I hope he can be an upright person, just like the tracks left by the wheels."

"If it's a girl?"

"How about Xuanyue? It's catchy..."

Suddenly, the demons came.

He let his wife escape, put on his armor and flew into the air from the military tent; before he reached the battle formation, the strong smell of blood filled his nose and screams were heard one after another.

The well-trained Longwei Army was defeated and could only use their lives to fill the gaps in the demon tribe's front line, slightly slowing down the advance.

Wang Anyang was almost losing his feeling in the rush, and was hanging on by his last breath; he didn't know how long he held on, but finally the light of Jun Cen's sword shone again, and it was Wang Yunzhi who regained control of it.

As soon as his mind relaxed, he fell from the air to the ground, feeling severe pain all over his body.

Then, he saw from the corner of his eye that his wife, who had difficulty in moving, had not gone far away and was coming over to support him.

“Husband…Ah!!”

Suddenly, a strong wind came and tore her body apart, and also tore apart everything he had.

Wang Anyang fainted. That was the day when the bridge between heaven and earth he had built was completely broken, and he became a nine-hole forever.

"This is the story," he said in a completely calm voice, "Vassals of the North. In order to defend this so-called city, the royal family has paid for generations, but has never received the treatment they deserve.

Apart from the false title of Dingjun, the Gao family did not show the slightest apology; they feared revenge from the descendants of that generation, so they not only withheld their pensions, but also expelled them from the city, not allowing them to stay..."

~~

In a shabby room, Ye Baiyu sat on a small stool, looking a little uneasy.

He had been investigating Wang Heiqi's case and had found his way to the small village where the latter was born; he also knew that most of the people in this village were of distinguished status, being relatives of soldiers who had died in battle decades ago.

For some reasons, they were unable to live in Dingjun City and could only stay here.

Not only that, even Wang Heiqi's father's pension was embezzled; his mother died on the way, and he became a wandering bandit.

Then, he also died on the way.

"Here, eat it." A skinny girl came out from the kitchen, holding a few sweet potatoes in her dirty clothes and came to him. She blushed and handed them to him embarrassedly.

The sweet potatoes were still steaming hot.

All the stuff in this family was worth very little, but they were willing to entertain a stranger like him.

Seeing that there was no trace of what he was asking about, Ye Baiyu shook his head, rejected the good intention, and quietly left some silver before leaving.

After patrolling the village, he found an old man enjoying the cool under a tree.

The old man’s wrinkles were deep enough to kill mosquitoes, his eyes were cloudy, and he was staring at the leaves in a daze.

Seeing this, Ye Baiyu walked up to him, squatted down, and took out a portrait: "Old man, do you recognize this person called 'Hei Qi'?"

The portrait shows a bearded man holding a wine jar and smiling brightly.

The old man had poor hearing and had to repeat it several times before he could hear clearly.

Then, he recalled for a long time before nodding vigorously: "Heiqi... I remember this little guy... The government said his father was a deserter. Not only could he not get any land, but he also had to collect taxes per head every year, otherwise his mother would be sent to the music school... We drove them away, so at least he had a way to live..."

At this point, the old man pressed his shoulder hard and asked, "Young man, do you... know him?"

"Yes, I know him." Ye Baiyu nodded.

"How is he doing? Why doesn't he come back...Yes, it's better to go far away, as far as possible..."

~~

"Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?!"

In the side room, Wang Ningzhu, who had heard the secret, was furious and asked.

"What's the point of saying it? Can a dead person come back to life?"

"At least! At least, we can bring them back--"

"Long hair but short knowledge! That's why I say women!" Wang Anyang calmed down after taking a deep breath and said, "Ah... Let's not talk about this. Is there anything you don't understand about what I just said?"

Wang Ningzhu was so angry that his chest heaved and he was speechless for a while.

"According to what you said, the Gao family intends to take back the Emperor's Sword in order to weaken you?" Fang Xiwen asked.

Hearing this, Wang Ningzhu looked over, somewhat surprised that he could still be so calm.

Is it because it doesn't concern me? Maybe.

But in fact, it was because Fang Xiwen had seen too many dilapidated scenes in the spiritual realm, and he had already had psychological expectations for certain things.

Rather than the severity of the disaster, he was more concerned with its cause - what could be done to prevent it from happening again?

"It can't be said to be intentional or unintentional, it's simply because I have collected enough. Boy, do you know where the power of the Emperor's Sword comes from?"

Wang Anyang looked over, with a deliberately suppressed calmness in his eyes, like a precursor to a storm.

Recalling the power Gao Chengyou had displayed in the secret realm, Fang Xiwen pondered and said, "The power of humanity?"

"That's right. The power of humanity comes from many sources, and there are two generally recognized sources: First, when a wise ruler governs the country, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and humanity naturally flourishes.

First, the emperor controls the mountains and rivers and resists foreign humiliation. The blood and energy of the two armies in defending the territory during the battle is naturally the power of humanity!"

Fang Xiwen's eyes fixed.

Seeing this, Wang Anyang knew that he understood, and immediately slapped the floor hard and laughed: "That's right! What they want is to take the lives of my Wang family members, one by one, and use them as the cornerstone of the Emperor of Heaven's Sword!

They don't care about the lives of these people, so how can they say they have any intention?!"

Gradually, Fang Xiwen understood.

In fact, when the royal family borrowed the Emperor's Sword in the beginning, it was not intended for them to defend against the demons; it could even be said that the outcome, whether it was lost or not, or how many people died were not important; what was important was the process of killing the enemy.

One year, several years, ten years, a hundred years... The Wang family wishfully believed that the monarch and his subjects got along well with each other, but in fact, after the power of humanity had accumulated enough, the Emperor's Sword was taken back.

Then, the most crucial question arises - what can such a huge humanitarian force do?

Fang Xiwen knew very well that this was what he needed to practice the Shocking Book, the so-called dragon energy; he still had a Qi-gathering bead given to him by Fang Qingxiao, which was still a must-have for his practice.

During his travels, he always chose to stay in cities with large populations, also for the purpose of collecting these things; just this scattered human power was enough for him to cultivate to the Eight Apertures, so what about the huge amount in the Sword of the Emperor of Heaven?

How could the Gao family's humanitarian skills only have one amazing book?

Several decades have passed since the Emperor's Sword was recovered; that was the turning point of the Wang family's complete decline, but also the beginning of the royal family's rise.

"No wonder the Gao family is so confident. No wonder even the little-known second prince Gao Chengyou has achieved the state of opening all nine orifices..."

Ignoring his mumbling, Wang Anyang stopped laughing crazily, lowered his eyelids, and looked over quietly: "Well, the story is over.

My dear niece, do you want to capture Uncle San and put him back into that damned cage? Or do you want to join me in demanding retribution from the Gao family and pay the blood debt with blood? ! "

Chapter 274 It’s all Mr. Fang’s fault

eye for eye!

Soldiers were half dead in front of the army, while beauties were still singing and dancing in the tent... In order to guard the pass, the Wang family lost five or six out of ten scenes, not only did they get no reward, but their lives were also filled with the Emperor's Sword, becoming the nourishment for the promotion of the royal relatives in the capital. Even if they drank and had fun all day, they could soar to the sky with the accumulated humanity.