"Every time I see Mr. Meng, I always feel that my work is not done well. There is still a long way to go."
This sentence resonated strongly.
Everyone said something to each other for a long time before they dispersed.
Fang Che had already followed Huang Yifan and the two of them to a separate office.
After walking here, the turmoil in Fang Che's heart gradually calmed down.
However, a few names still flash through my mind from time to time, Mr. Meng He? When you wake up from a dream? Do you know how difficult it is for all living beings?
And the bell on Mr. Menghe's wrist, the sound, everything is so familiar.
He couldn't help but doubt his past life. Was he an acquaintance? Was he his wife? His sister? Or...
Why don’t I have any impression of this Meng Hejun?
On the contrary, those three words "waking up from a dream" feel extremely familiar and cordial...
And Yaoguang.
Yaoguang... Fang Che thought for a long time. These two characters must be familiar to each other. This is the last star of the Big Dipper.
Yaoguang Star, also known as Pojun.
Having the courage to do things, being able to distinguish between good and evil, not afraid of violence, and moving forward courageously... Fang Che's mind suddenly diverged.
Still can't solve the doubts in my heart.
But he doesn't want to untie it now.
Instead, I want to avoid it.
He reacted so violently just because he was touched. If he really recovers his memory in the future and meets his old friend again, wouldn't his reaction be even greater?
And this touching of the soul is almost unstoppable.
The risk of exposure is too great.
He is not afraid of death. If he is afraid of death, he will not use the body of an ant to plan undercover. It can be said that he has been prepared for death from the beginning. However, if he plans so painstakingly, he still cannot achieve the goal of eradicating the demon sect.
It would be a shame to die in peace!
He closed his eyes and tried hard to calm down his heart and let the tinkling sound disappear from his heart.
He even used Mulinyuan's 'Bingche Lingtai' mental technique.
Sure enough, my mind slowly calmed down and became peaceful.
office.
Before entering, Fang Che took a special look at the door.
‘Deputy Mountain Chief’ Office.
It seems that this Huang Yifan is the deputy mountain chief?
The two people opposite were watching Fang Che's reaction carefully. Lord Menghe gave him a soul-purifying technique. It should have some effect?
Is this child digesting the benefits of the Soul Purification Technique?
So the two of them waited deliberately for a while.
At this moment, he saw Fang Che open his eyes and started to ask.
"Are you Fang Che?"
"Fang Che is a student."
"My surname is Lu, and I am the superintendent of the Baiyun Martial Arts Academy. This one, as you heard just now, is the deputy mountain chief Huang Yifan."
In the deputy mountain chief's office, Fang Che was alone, facing the deputy mountain chief and the supervisor.
Two cloud masters!
It has to be said that since the establishment of Baiyun Martial Arts Academy, Fang Che was the first to face two senior leaders alone as a freshman.
And it’s the first day for new students to enter school.
This kind of ‘achievement’ is probably unprecedented.
"Fang Che, seventeen years old, is a relative of the ninth-level Fang family in Bibo City. His father is unknown. He is a disciple of Jianghu Loose Cultivator, the Flying Sword King Sun Yuan."
Lu Jian Yuan took Fang Che's information and asked: "Is it accurate?"
"It's me."
Fang Che said very relaxedly.
"During this assessment, you killed hundreds of demonic beasts and blood-fang demonic wolves along the way?"
"yes."
The prison guard put down the information and said calmly: "I know that your killing method does not reflect your strength at all. This is why I asked you to come."
Fang Che thought deeply: "Yes, the killing method only reflects intelligence and wisdom. Although it is also related to strength, it cannot represent the entire strength."
He smiled and said: "But only now do students realize that wisdom does not belong to strength."
"..."
The prisoner's dark face suddenly became even darker.
Like iron.
Fang Chedao: "And the students think that just for this reason, it is not the reason why the teachers called me here this time."
The prisoner's voice was as strong as iron: "Then what do you think is the reason for calling you here?"
Fang Che said: "The student doesn't know, so he asked two teachers to teach him."
The faces of the supervisor and the deputy mountain chief were as pale as steel at the same time.
No expression.
I never expected that this kid would be so difficult to deal with. He just opened his mouth and kicked the question back like a ball.
The prison does not know the real reason.
Although this is the scope of his work, he really doesn't know why he called Fang Che here.
The deputy mountain chief next to him has a gray beard, a thin figure, and a pair of deep eyes. If you look closely at his eyes, you will find that his gaze is like the starry sky and the sea, boundless.
That is... a powerful spiritual force.
At this moment, in the eyes he was looking at Fang Che, there was endless regret deep in his eyes that could not be detected by outsiders.
He was the only person in the entire Baiyun Martial Academy who received the 'real news' about Fang Che.
Huang Yifan.
The God of Death who shocked the northwest theater two hundred years ago is also the top master of Baiyun Martial Arts Academy today. Well, except for Mr. Meng He.
Because Mr. Meng He is only the honorary mountain chief now, and he has other duties and appointments.
"Fang Che, don't be nervous. I called you here today just to get to know him."
Deputy Chief Huang Yifan said softly.
"The students are not nervous."
Fang Che said.
"Okay, this is also the routine procedure of this hospital. It's just that you came very early, much earlier than everyone else. Therefore, it is also the right thing to call you first."
Since the real reason cannot be told, then it is natural to find a reason. You can’t say that you are an undercover agent when I receive the news, right?
While speaking, Huang Yifan even used a hint of coercion.
It doesn't make sense, so of course we have to find another way.
Fang Che could only feel that there was a huge mountain in front of him, and it was about to crush him down.
Unlike Meng Hejun's spring breeze and rain when he was just at the door, Huang Yifan's side was filled with lightning and thunder.
Fang Che was dripping with sweat and almost couldn't hold on.
I had no choice but to relent: "What the instructor said makes sense, and the students are sincerely convinced."
"Well, next, as students of our school and as the next generation of mainland China, we must maintain our purity and not let the traitors of the Solipsism infiltrate."
Huang Yifan maintained this level of pressure and said, "You have to answer a few questions."
Fang Che insisted on standing, sweating like rain: "Please...teacher, please teach me."
"Why are you learning martial arts?"
Huang Yifan was very satisfied.
Under his own level of mental coercion, it is impossible for this little guy to tell lies.
Whenever this kid shows any signs of being in a bad mood, stop immediately. His identity must not be revealed, but his special reward can be canceled logically: Your mind is not right, and the enemy and I are unclear. With such a character, the reward will be suspended. Study hard and observe.
After Effects.
You can't really be an enemy, right?
If you know clearly that this is a disciple of Yixinshen Cult, just because he is strong in martial arts and can defeat the heroes, you should reward him with all the good things from your martial arts academy?
Wouldn't that be frustrating to death?
"Learning martial arts is for protection." Fang Che closed his eyes, locked the Five Spirit Gu with the immeasurable true spirit, and answered according to his heart.
Then he fell into mental chaos under the mental pressure of the other party.
"Who to protect?"
"Protect your parents, protect your family, protect your wife and children, protect your friends, protect your brothers, protect your home."
"What else?"
"Protect the mainland! Protect peace! Protect justice! Protect kindness!"
Huang Yifan couldn't help but his mental pressure fluctuated.
What the hell!
Even more standard than the standard answer!
But are these the words you should say?
Shouldn't you say that justice should be killed and kindness eliminated?
Are you so tough, you little devil?
The Soul Purification Technique is only a slight purification, but it can never achieve such a complete change. If it is really a devil, a mere Soul Purification Technique will not be enough. It will even add fuel to the fire!
Quite stubborn!
Huang Yifan slightly increased his mental pressure.
Fang Che's current mental strength could not withstand Huang Yifan's mental pressure. He sat down on the ground and turned pale.
In an instant, my mind went blank, and I lost all ability to think.
Huang Yifan waved his hand and asked the prisoner to leave.
The prison guard was confused and said: "Chief, this kid is not bad. Don't hurt his roots."
"I know."
The prison is out.
Then he discovered that a soundproof barrier was immediately installed inside. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and murmured: "With such high treatment, is this the illegitimate son of the deputy mountain chief?"
in.
"What do you think should be done with the Only One Orthodox Church?" Huang Yifan asked.
"When... all the swords and swords are used, kill them all!" Fang Che said through gritted teeth.
"hiss……"
Huang Yifan took a breath of air.
Too determined.
He couldn't help but grab a strand of his beard with his hand.
Pulled hard.
It hurts a little.
I'm not dreaming.
This is ten times the mental pressure.
If the pressure continues to increase, this kid will become an idiot.
Under this kind of pressure, even I couldn't tell any lies, and there was no possibility of thinking at all.
What's going on?
"Then do you think you are a solipsistic person?" Huang Yifan continued to press, and finally asked this question.
I don’t believe it anymore. This kid is only seventeen years old, how can he survive like that?
Even a 170-year-old guy can’t stand it!
"no!"
Fang Che was categorical.
"Are you the one who teaches Yixin?"
"no!"
"Are you from the Night Demon Cult?"
"no!"
"Are you from the Celestial Cult?"
"no!"
"..."
"Are you a solipsistic person?"
"no!"
"What is your purpose in going to Baiyun Martial Arts Academy?"
"Learn martial arts, and in the future kill those who only believe in my true religion."
"Who are you?!"
"I am...I am the guardian..."
Fang Che couldn't bear it and fainted.
All seven orifices were bloodshot at the same time, and the description was grim.
On the seat opposite.
Huang Yifan sat blankly.
There was doubt in his eyes about life.
Just now, Fang Che's mind went blank under pressure and he could only answer instinctively. He could clearly see that in this situation, it was impossible for a god to fake it.
Huang Yifan touched his head, grabbed his beard, and shook it.
Come down a wisp.
"Fuck...it hurts so much!" Huang Yifan raised his hand, looked at the streak of white beard in his hand, and grinned.
“What the hell is going on?!”
"He is obviously a good boy! What news did that idiot send me?!"
It was the first time Huang Yifan encountered this kind of thing, and he was immediately thrown into confusion in the wind.