"But it's a good thing to let you go on a tour...so that you don't make me angry at home. Well, I'll give you something specifically for Fang Che. Thank you for running errands."

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On the fourth day of their wedding, Fang Che went on duty as usual.

The four people from the Yin Shen Palace quietly disappeared after Fang Che left.

Fang Che walked out of the house, listened to the whining wind in the air, and murmured: "The wind is really strong today."

Since the beginning of spring, the wind in Baiyunzhou has almost never stopped, but today it is particularly strong.

There were whistles on the ground, countless big trees were swaying in the wind, and the newly grown buds were swaying crazily in the wind, making sharp sounds like ghosts crying and gods howling.

Fang Che walked against the wind, his arms blown by the wind, and his robes made a whirring and crackling sound. For a moment, he even felt like he could rise with the wind and reach the end of the world as long as he didn't resist.

On the street, dust and dirt were flying, sand and gravel were flying, and the sky was dark and the earth was dark.

There was a click, and a thick branch of a sycamore tree not far away was blown off, spinning and falling down, like an evil spirit coming in the strong wind, covering the sky and covering the earth.

"The wind today is so strong that it's a bit weird."

Fang Che caught the branch and frowned. Such a branch might have caused damage to a house. As soon as he made a move, the branch was shattered by him and turned into countless powders that flew away in the wind.

When I looked up, I saw countless debris flying densely in the air.

There were even large pieces of things whistling and being carried by the wind.

Fang Che walked and cleaned up along the way.

Passing by some crumbling houses, I threw a piece of silver into them.

Hearing the shouts of surprise coming from inside, Fang Che showed a smile on his face.

Stride forward in the wind.

"This is how life should be. Husbands should go against the wind! No matter how dark the wind and rain are in this world, only those who go against the wind will truly understand how this kind of confrontation can make people's hearts and minds sober."

All the way to the guard hall, Fang Che had a very good temper and arranged for the deacons to go out to patrol the streets.

"As for the slums, go and see more. The wind is too strong today, and there will definitely be places affected by the disaster."

Fang Che warned: "The poorer the family, the more vulnerable they are. For the rich, enjoying the scenery of snow around the stove is a hurdle that the poor families cannot overcome. Pay more attention and help if you can."

"We are all cultivators, and everyone should be more generous when doing things."

All the deacons agreed one by one and quickly went out one by one. They all felt that Mr. Fang had become much more humane in the past few days.

Especially today, all kinds of warnings make people feel that Mr. Fang truly has great kindness in his heart.

Fang Che also felt that his temper had improved a lot in the past few days. He even didn't hit Cripple Hong Er in the past few days.

This made Cripple Hong Er burst into tears of gratitude. He hadn't been beaten for a few days and felt that he had earned something.

After the arrangements were made, Fang Che still felt a little uneasy when he saw everyone going out.

So he also took Tang Zheng out for a walk.

…

Zuo Guanglie and other ten people headed all the way to Beicheng. Along the way, they felt that the wind today was very violent.

However, they had a favorable wind heading north today, and were almost pushed by the wind along the way. Instead, they felt very relaxed and even had to control their speed.

Although Mr. Fang has been harsh on everyone during this period, it has been really beneficial to everyone. At least during this period, everyone has felt the progress in their cultivation.

This makes everyone more confident and ambitious.

Even Zuo Guanglie was thinking that if he performed a few more meritorious deeds, he would be able to meet the standards of a chief deacon.

By then, I will be ready for promotion.

"Brothers, please keep your eyes open."

Zuo Guanglie stepped down into the wind, and was pushed by the strong wind behind him, as if he was being pushed forward by a big and sturdy hand. He felt particularly comfortable, and with a look of smugness on his face, he said: "I have already planned it. When I become successful,

Chief Deacon, I have to treat you well, and then prepare to propose marriage. I am ready to marry my wife!"

"Mr. Ju promised you?"

A person next to him asked curiously: "If I remember correctly, Mr. Ju seemed to have rejected you last year."

Zuo Guanglie laughed loudly: "I am the chief deacon. Last year, I was the silver star deacon. I am not in the right place. Isn't it normal to be rejected? But now I am also a gold star, and my achievements are not far from the chief deacon. Let's add it to the list.

Jin, I’m on the same level as that bitch, how could she reject me?”

"But they didn't say they would agree to it when you become the chief deacon."

The other one stabbed coolly.

"What the hell!"

Zuo Guanglie was furious and said with black lines on his face: "If you can't speak, just shut up. No one will treat you as a mute."

The man immediately shrank his neck.

Another deacon said with a smile: "Don't mention it. Although Mr. Fang is a little strict and harsh, working under him is really rewarding."

"Mr. Fang is a talented person."

Zuo Guanglie sighed and said, "But this temper is indeed strong. If Mr. Fang can lower his head and eliminate the misunderstanding from Chief Zhao, I'm afraid his future will be limitless."

"If Mr. Fang can bow his head, then he is not Mr. Fang."

Another person obviously had a different opinion, saying: "Speaking of it, Mr. Fang has been tolerant enough. Anyone else would have been unable to bear the kind of suppression like Chief Zhao, and would have resigned and left. It's too bullying and insulting."

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"But Mr. Fang still persevered, and made more and more contributions. He climbed up to the position of chief deacon, and the next step is to become the hall master!"

"Thinking about Mr. Fang's behavior in those few days, I understand it. It's really... shameless."

Everyone sighed for it.

I don’t know since when, when everyone was together and talking, the topic started to turn towards Mr. Fang.

And there are so many topics.

Someone had a sudden thought and said, "I wonder if there is any drama between Mr. Fang and Deacon Zhao?"

"Deacon Zhao hasn't come back yet."

Zuo Guanglie frowned and said, "Mr. Fang is very thoughtful, and no one can see what his plans are. But in my opinion, with Deacon Zhao... there must be more than 60% chance."

"Then there are still 40% left?"

"The 40% depends on what Deacon Zhao does. As the saying goes, a woman chases a man, even if they are separated by clothes. If Deacon Zhao can be ruthless, do it non-stop, and force Mr. Fang... Then this matter

Even if the son is not successful, he will be successful."

Suddenly everyone burst into laughter.

So there was a lot of discussion about what kind of strong means should be used.

When a group of grown men speak, especially those who have been wandering around the edge of life and death all year round, they are really not afraid of meat and vegetables.

Everyone was chatting and joking as they hurried on their way. It didn't take long before they arrived at Beicheng.

Looking at the drum tower high up in the distance that had been smashed and renovated into a brand new one, the strong wind passed through the drum tower, making the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Zuo Guanglie sighed: "That night, it was really like a dream."

At this time, I heard someone smiling and asking: "Why does it suddenly feel like a dream?"

Zuo Guanglie said: "You still ask, I have told you many times, but here..."

At this point, something suddenly felt wrong.

Why haven't you heard this sound?

He hurriedly turned his head to look, but he suddenly took a mouthful of dust in the wind and grinned. Even the flesh on his face was shaken by the strong wind.

Look closely.

Standing in front of him was a middle-aged and elderly scholar-like figure wearing white clothes, tall, eight feet tall, and with a gaunt face.

Just standing here, elegant and graceful.

He was looking at himself with smiling eyes.

Behind the old man in white, dust was flying, yellow sand filled the sky, and the strong wind blew everything up almost violently.

But the old man in white was actually spotless.

Even the white robe seemed to be still, motionless.

He stood here, seemingly blocked by the wind and sand in the sky. It could only hover behind him and could not reach in front of him at all.

Zuo Guanglie and the nine brothers were all stunned, completely unaware of where this old man came from.

It just appeared next to him like a ghost.

It's really a bit evil.

"Who is this...senior?"
To be continued...