Dongfang Sansan looked at Xue Fuxiao in surprise.

"With so many colorful crystals, our Xingling Palace is ready for use. It can accommodate thirty people to improve their cultivation at the same time."

Dongfang Sansan said: "That's the original plan: go to the secret realm for one year, then return to the Xingling Palace for a month, then go to the secret realm for another year, and then return to the Xingling Palace for one month. Have you forgotten?"

Xue Fuxiao was stunned: How long has this happened? How could I remember it?

Besides, I have long forgotten how long it has been since the Xingling Palace was abandoned.

"What about Fang Che?"

Dongfang Sansan said: "Fang Che's side... let him come out quickly in a year or half a year. That guy, I'm worried that he will become red-blooded in there and work hard without caring about his own safety..."

He said and sighed.

After his last conversation, Fang Che's feeling of "rushing to be a martyr anytime, anywhere" has faded a lot.

He also knows how to use his brain when encountering problems, and he is much more cunning.

However, there is still some impulsiveness.

The feeling of being 'ready to be a martyr at any time' still exists. This makes Dongfang Sansan still a little worried.

For example, the last time Jun Zijian Zijing suddenly appeared to rescue him, Dongfang Sansan was very dissatisfied: You don’t know your identity? You are a night demon.

You are leading the Night Demon Cult to establish a teaching base.

As a result, he rushed out to save people.

And we are facing six holy kings! What if one of them gets away...

What if I get counterattacked...?

Don’t you know how important the task you shoulder is?

But Dongfang Sansan can't say that, because... no matter what mission a guardian is tasked with, it is impossible not to take action at that time - this is the most valuable thing that distinguishes guardians from the Solipsistic Orthodox Church!

He fully understood and could completely sympathize with his feelings, but he was not without blame in his heart.

But this sense of blame cannot be expressed: how can one blame a guardian for desperately rescuing his comrades?

If you really don't care about the life or death of your comrades, and look at death coldly when there is hope of rescue, can you really shoulder such a mission?

So, this is a huge contradiction.

Afterwards, Dongfang Sansan specially called Wang Zijing to the headquarters, beat him up, and even arranged a special training: Yu Tianqi was asked to beat Wang Zijing severely for half a month!

It's not that we can't keep fighting.

Because Dongfang Sansan discovered that half a month later, Yu Tianqi said like this: "Why can't he do this kind of job with grandma Dixue holding the flute? If you have to find me, I'm so fucking paralyzed by labor and management, and you will learn bad things quickly."

Already..."

Dongfang Sansan urgently called a halt and drove Wang Zijing down the mountain.

Then he, Fengyunqi, Dongfang Zhongming, his sister Dongfang Sanjiu and other female masters took turns competing with Yu Tianqi and talked for a few days...

Only then did he pull Yu Tianqi back from the edge of the cliff. Although he spoke with a little more words, it did not become more serious after all...

Because of this matter, Dongfang Sansan broke into a cold sweat.

It’s so… suspenseful!

Dongfang Sansan is really convinced by this kind of thing: this kind of appeal is unparalleled in the world!

These guys may not be able to master it if they study hard for ten thousand years, but to learn this... basically only need a guide, and they can be catchy!

"One stutter can bring out several others. I'm really honest."

Dongfang Sansan could only sigh at this. The only way was to respect that guy from the Prince of Junzijian, and from then on he was listed as a non-visitor at the Guardian Headquarters.

Fortunately, I only stayed for half a month. If it had been longer, I'm afraid everyone in the entire Guardian Headquarters would be paralyzed with their mouths open and closed...

"Xiao Xue."

Dongfang Sansan shouted happily.

"If there's any errands you need me to do, just tell me. Don't be so talkative. I'm ready."

Xue Fuxiao said very cheerfully.

"Then you go find Fang Che and get the remaining Qiongxiao flowers."

Dongfang Sansan said: "What is refined now is far from enough."

"good."

Xue Fuxiao is already used to this kind of arrangement.

"By the way, where is Martial Arts Heaven?"

Dongfang Sansan asked.

More than twenty days after the blizzard, Wu Daotian actually came to the Guardian headquarters to report.

This surprised Dongfang Sansan.

It was an unexpected surprise to gain another super master.

Wu Daotian's only request is: "My nest in East Lake cannot be exposed. Even my sons don't know my identity."

Such a request is simply not a request for Dongfang Sansan.

But Dongfang Sansan probed: "Where is your sixth brother? I miss him very much."

Wu Daotian stared at his round eyes: "What is Sixth Brother? I don't know. Hasn't Sixth Brother been extinct for more than three thousand years? Master Jiu, if you are looking for him, is he still alive? I miss him very much..."

Dongfang Sansan was relieved.

If this guy can be so tight-lipped in front of me, then nothing will happen.

So I said it in one sentence: "I really don't know?"

"have no idea!"

"Go and get busy."

"Okay."

Now Martial Arts Tianzheng and several Supreme Elders from Baiyun Palace spar with each other every day, and the fights are fierce every day. Everyone is about the same level of cultivation, but Martial Arts Tianzheng is superior in cultivation, and they beat those elders all over the floor every day until their teeth, noses, noses, and faces are swollen.

But...nothing to say.

After all, you, Baiyun Palace, are new here, and so is Wu Daotian. It is natural for you to exchange feelings together. To a certain extent, you are a group of people.

Therefore, Wu Daotian naturally followed Dongfang Sansan's prediction and took the position of 'the boss among the newcomers'.

This made Dongfang Sansan's plan take a big step forward quietly - from now on, when arranging Baiyun Palace, just arrange Martial Arts Heaven directly.

Anyway, he was once the boss of the Eighteen Heavenly Kings. He still has the leadership ability.

But the first thing Wu Daotian did after becoming the boss was to ask the people in Baiyun Palace to move all their resources out to make wine...

This made Xue Fuxiao, Yu Tianqi, Dongfang Chongming and others very excited.

As a result, everyone's feelings... grew rapidly!

"Wu Daotian is supervising the brewing... Do you have anything to do with him?" Xue Fuxiao asked.

"Gu Changhan is coming back soon. When Gu Changhan comes back, let Martial Daotian discuss with Gu Changhan. In any case, he will win over Gu Changhan and bring him into the new camp... for unified management. Let Hanjian Mountain Gate and Baiyun Palace go first

People should integrate.”

Dongfang Sansan said: "This will be conducive to the subsequent complete integration."

"So your fusion method is to let them get beaten together?"

Xue Fuxiao had a bit of a bad taste in the speechless Dongfang Sansan, and was even a little unconvinced: "I can do this job, and so can Yutianqi, why do you have to have Martial Arts Heaven?"

"You are all inappropriate. If you take action, it will be suppression..."

Dongfang Sansan frowned and said: "You have to pay attention to people's psychological thoughts...forget it, stop paying attention, tell Wu Daotian, and you can go directly to Fang Che."

"OK."

"Hey wait, do you know where to find Fang Che?"

"Donghuzhou."

"...Go to Northern Xinjiang and look for Yan Xifeng! Hey..."

Dongfang Sansan sighed.

"I know...I said it on purpose..."

"roll!"

…

Fang Che has walked out of the mountains and forests and entered an endless desert!

Wind and sand are rising all over the place, blowing thousands of miles away; when you raise your head, you cannot see the sky, and when you lower your head, you cannot see the bottom.

Entering the desert, you have been walking in the wind and sand. This desert wind is endless.
To be continued...