Fang Che left the southeast headquarters and wandered between heaven and earth,

The entire southeast is covered with snow and silver.

It has snowed for ten consecutive days, and now the weather is far from getting warmer, and the snow is melting extremely slowly.

Fang Che really hoped that the snow would have melted when he came out, but things went against his expectations.

As far as the eye can see, the ground is still covered with snow.

My whole body still feels as cold as a knife.

That familiar whiteness made Fang Che feel it now: disgust, hatred, and pain!

Fang Che swore: If he never sees snow in his life, he won't miss it at all! Really, he never wants to see snow again!

I walked on the snow with a heavy heart, feeling the softness and crunching sound under my feet.

Fang Che felt confused and directionless.

Don't know where to go.

The Night Demon Sect is now an empty city, and Ding Ziran and others are still silent and do not know whether to live or die.

The Guardian’s southeastern headquarters cannot be returned, and Prince Fang’s mansion is not known to be still there. Fang Che feels that it must have been splashed with excrement, right? Or is there still a mansion?

Yixinjiao is gone.

Mo Ganyun and the others can't go there. Ye Meng and others haven't come out of the trial yet.—

Fang Che suddenly found that he had no place to go.

The loneliness and desolation that suddenly rose up almost made me cry.

The southeastern headquarters is relatively close to the Yixin Sect compared to other places.

Fang Che wandered all the way, and he didn't know why, but he actually wandered all the way to the Yixin Sect.

Looking at the ruins and the snow on the ground, it still cannot cover up the desolation and dilapidation.

Fang Che was walking among them, and he could feel that there were piles of corpses buried somewhere without even having to be reminded by the golden horned dragon.

Walked around in the ruins.

Then I found tombstones that had been torn apart by the earthquake, and graves that had been overturned.

Those are the graves of Mulinyuan and Hou Fang.

Fang Che silently rebuilt it and built two new tombs here.

Sitting in front of the new grave, two jars of wine were placed, and then he poured himself a cup and drank.

From beginning to end, not a word was said.

The aroma of wine spreads far in the cold snow.

a long time.

Fang Che stood up unsteadily.

Bowed deeply.

Then he staggered out.

Standing on the ruins of Yixin Sect, Fang Che took one last look.

Smiling slightly and waving his hands, it was like saying goodbye to the past.

Turn around and leave without looking back.

The craze in mainland China has not subsided, but has intensified.

The entire continent is in full swing. In countless places, people are paying homage to Commander Fang, remembering him, and filled with righteous indignation.

Restaurants, teahouses, and brothels are all praising Mr. Fang’s deeds.

Countless people were angrily cursing those who framed Mr. Fang.

Fang Che transformed into an ordinary Jianghu man, in his thirties, with an ordinary appearance but with a powerful look. He was dressed in green clothes, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and quietly entered Donghuzhou.

Walking in the place he was most familiar with again, Fang Che had a completely different feeling in his heart.

Very complicated.

It’s an indescribable feeling.

Listening to the people on the roadside talking about the storytellers in the teahouse, it seems that they are telling other people's stories.

Walking all the way to the original location of Prince Fang's Mansion, I found that Prince Fang's Mansion had been razed to the ground.

There were people cleaning up the messy place inside. Many people were confessing and crying, "I was so stupid... I believed those people and participated in the smashing and smashing."

Ming—I regret so much, I wish I could tear myself into pieces—"

There were workers who had previously built for Fang Che and were looking around with the original design drawings.

Obviously, it is being rebuilt, and there are requirements that it must be built the same as before.

Fang Che glanced at the ruins in the snow, mixed with the snow, and some places were already filthy.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Fang Che's lips. Even he himself didn't know what his smile felt like.

Then he drifted away without any nostalgia and merged into the sea of ​​people.

There was a huge crowd of people, but Fang Che suddenly had a feeling that everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

There seems to be a brothel in front.

There is a plaintive voice singing gracefully, accompanied by the plaintive guzheng, dongxiao and flute.

Whining and whimpering, it makes people cry.

"".——-Sweeping away the troubled times without caring about one's own life, the young master of the Fang family is clean in the world; as bright as the moon in the ninth heaven, as clean as the immortal in the Qiongxiao sky——who will help the poor to establish the world; who will rescue the poor from the sea of ​​suffering; who will bring all the gold and silver to the world.

Abandonment, who has the right path engraved in his heart - who sets up the place where beauty suffers a miserable life, who sets up a monument of justice in the world...

"The human world is not worthy of immortal jade dew, but the emperor's palace is forever in heaven..."

".—The world is not worthy of a young master—the troubled times are not worthy of gods and immortals—"

This is obviously a song, in which the woman is singing melodiously and faintly floating out of the building. Sadness, hatred, and nostalgia."

Apparently some customers are complaining about why it's always the same tune and song these days.

But no one paid attention to him.

Still singing this song to myself...

Along the way, almost all the brothels were singing this song.

Fang Che had no expression on his face as he walked by calmly, his voice still lingering behind him————

It turned into a wisp of blue smoke and arrived at the small courtyard left by Feng Han.

Fang Che sat in Feng Han's study and smiled calmly.

"I really didn't expect that in the end, the place where I could stay in Donghuzhou would be here."

The night is deep.

Fang Che floated out and quietly arrived at the tomb of Yinshen Palace according to the information given by Feng Yun.

This is a small mountain peak in the city. On top is the tomb that An Ruoxing erected for her sister. After the thirty-six steps, there is the tomb platform above.

Elegant and quiet.

"The tomb of An Ruochen and his wife."

Fang Che sighed softly, there was no name of Yinshen Palace on it, and An Ruoxing did not dare to engrave the name of Yinshen Palace. Being able to do this was the ultimate achievement of An Ruoxing.

Put out fruits and vegetables and some side dishes.

Then Fang Che took out two jars of wine, opened the mud seals, and poured the wine into them.

"Master, congratulations on your reunion as husband and wife."

"Congratulations also to you and Third Master for reuniting with Grand Master, Second Master, and Master Sun Yuan."

"Disciple came to see you today."

Fang Che lit three incense sticks and began to burn paper money generously.

Then he drank one cup after another while putting paper money into the fire in front of the tomb.

The aroma of the wine floats in the wind, spreading far and wide in the cool spring breeze.

Slowly, someone noticed the movement here————

The sound of clothes flying through the air was heard, and many people came towards this direction. They were experts from the Guardian's southeast headquarters.

The leader was An Ruoxing. If there was any movement here, he guessed that the Night Demon was coming.

So we urgently summoned the experts.

However, before they reached the place, they felt a monstrous murderous aura and an indescribable solemn evil aura, covering them from above like the sky collapsing!
To be continued...