Chapter 101: Don’t Be Loyal Until You Die, Don’t Talk About Love Until You Have Experienced the Vicissitudes of Life

It's only August now, how could it rot so quickly?

Liu Xueyun and the other person suppressed their shock, one guarding the scene while the other immediately went to report to the instructor.

In an instant, the place was crowded with people.

After a detailed investigation, several instructors looked heavy-faced and immediately ordered to keep silent.

Then they went to the Academic Affairs Office with their findings.

"Wan Zhimei is an undercover agent of Yixin Sect!"

This news was confirmed.

The note next to Wan Zhimei's pillow confirmed everything.

It's easy to reverse the result.

"Wan Zhimei found the secret code of Yixin Sect, so she went to the place where the secret code was recorded and got the elixir; and this note can prove everything: if Wan Zhimei was not a member of Yixin Sect, then she would not see the secret code in front of her."

"The question now is, why did Wan Zhimei die? Or why did the people of Yixin Sect poison her to death?"

This question made everyone frown.

"Perhaps Wan Zhimei is going to do something that will expose her, or she is no longer needed as a hidden player, or... for other reasons. Or maybe she was framed."

"But no matter what, the fact that Wan Zhimei is a member of the Yixin Sect is set in stone."

"Investigate the Wan family immediately!"

"Notify the Baiyunzhou Guard Hall and the Wan family's guard hall, as well as the government."

The Baiyun Martial Academy acted very quickly.

On that day, a net was laid out, and countless masters were dispatched together.

The Wan family, a subsidiary family of the Yixin Sect, was also exposed. By the evening, all the people in the Wan family had been captured.

After interrogation, a total of more than 40 heads of the Wan family knew about it, while the other women, children and young children were not aware of it.

Those who knew about it were thrown into prison, and the others were released.

But from then on, the Wan family disappeared from this world.

The case was closed.

But it left a mystery.

Why was Wan Zhimei treated like this? Why was she suddenly exposed? Why did she die suddenly?

…

Fang Che learned about this the next morning when he came out of the spiritual energy gravity training room.

He was eating at the time, and he was stunned on the spot with a mouthful of rice in his mouth.

He was extremely surprised.

He swallowed it quickly and asked: "What's going on? I saw Senior Sister Wan was fine yesterday..."

"Shut up, what Senior Sister Wan? She is a spy of Yi Xin Sect!"

Fang Che looked confused: "How could it be... How could it be possible? What happened... It's really too sudden..."

It seems that he can't accept it at all.

Mo Ganyun patted Fang Che on the shoulder and sighed: "I know that you have a good feeling about several senior sisters and brothers over there because of your cousin, but... This matter has already happened. Please accept my condolences."

"I'm going to find my cousin."

Fang Che was very excited.

"My cousin has already arranged the itinerary. Although they want to delay one day to deal with this matter, the martial arts academy disagrees, so they are on the road to carry out the mission."

"......Ah!"

Fang Che picked up the rice soup, drank it all, and said: "Let's use soup instead of wine. It doesn't matter who you are. After all, we know each other. I wish you a safe journey on the road to the underworld."

Mo Ganyun was stunned.

This blessing of wishing someone a safe journey on the road to the underworld is really the first time I have heard it in my life.

"Do you still need to go to the training room in the afternoon?"

Mo Ganyun asked.

"Of course, we can't waste time."

Fang Che was very satisfied. He is now a fourth-grade martial arts master, and he is very solid.

The foundation is extremely solid.

This man came out of the sadness of his friend's death so quickly, which made Mo Ganyun a little dumbfounded.

Ask yourself, if it were me, I might not be able to make it for several days.

After all, it is a life.

"What about tonight?"

Mo Ganyun said: "I want to discuss something with you tonight, about our future."

Fang Che said without hesitation: "I have an appointment tonight, let's do it tomorrow."

Mo Ganyun: "???"

Fang Che stood up and packed up his lunch box. After finishing, he patted Mo Ganyun's shoulder and said: "I know what you want to say, but we are only in the first grade and have just entered the martial arts academy. It's too early to talk about the future now."

"Too early?"

Mo Ganyun frowned.

Fang Che said lightly: "Don't be loyal until life and death, don't talk about love until you have experienced the vicissitudes of life."

Mo Ganyun frowned and said: "Don't be loyal until life and death, don't talk about love until you have experienced the vicissitudes of life. Fang Che, are you so pessimistic about the beauty of the world?"

Fang Che stopped walking out.

After a moment of silence, he smiled and said: "One day you will understand that I am really not pessimistic!"

Walked out of the cafeteria.

After Mo Ganyun finished his meal, he sat there in a daze for a while.

Suddenly I felt that I didn't seem to understand Fang Che yet.

Why did his last few words give me such a strong feeling of vicissitudes of life?

Among the eight thousand freshmen, Mo Ganyun didn't like many of them.

He knew that he was very ambitious and had high standards. There were a few people who could be in his eyes, Qiu Yunshang, Xie Gongping, Fang Che, and Ding Jieran.

Among them, Fang Che ranked first, and Ding Jieran ranked second; but these two people obviously refused the plan to form a team in the future.

He didn't even let him say it.

"What's going on?"

Mo Ganyun's rough face was thoughtful: "Is there something I don't understand? Isn't it good to walk the rivers and lakes together like Jun Hefang, Wu Zhibing, and Hua Kaishe?"

He really didn't understand.

Fang Che sighed as he walked out of the cafeteria.

Mo Ganyun was naturally a potential partner. But now, it was too early to say anything.

Mo Ganyun was still too young.

The relationship between Jun Hefang, Wu Zhibing and Hua Kaixie was definitely not established in a day or two, nor was it established in the martial arts academy.

They had been classmates for more than four years, and had experienced so many life and death together? How many storms?

Only then could they establish the current relationship.

This is really hard to describe.

If they were to brag together and brag about everything they had experienced, they would probably not be able to finish until the audience was exhausted.

This is really not a brotherhood that can be truly achieved just by saying it.

What Mo Ganyun expected was the friendship between Wu Zhibing and others.

But Fang Che and others couldn't do it at all.

Among all the freshmen, no one could do it. It could only be polished by time and things.

So Fang Che was not very enthusiastic at all now.

As for Wan Zhimei's matter, Fang Che didn't have any other feelings at all, let alone guilt.

Again, that is the symbol of Yixin Sect.

If Wan Zhimei was not a member of Yixin Sect, she would not understand it. If she did not understand it, she would not die.

Since she understood it, went there, and ate it, she would definitely die.

Originally, Fang Che planned to keep her as a line, slowly lead her out, and maybe catch a big fish.

But Fang Che is now devoted to cultivation, and he has no patience to play the trick of slowly exposing her.

Anyway, I am the most important line.

After practicing in the afternoon, Fang Che took a rest. After recovery, he used spiritual power to cleanse his whole body, which was equivalent to taking a bath.

Although it was not as refreshing as a real bath, he did not care about other things.

He immediately went out, bought two jars of wine and a few dishes, and then leisurely returned to the martial arts academy and went straight to the classics room.

Every time he went there before, he saw the old man holding a book and reading it, no matter how obscure the book was, he would read it, after all, he could only read books in this life.

Fang Che estimated that the old man had read all the books in the classics room.

Absolutely the most knowledgeable person in Baiyun Martial Academy.

Now that there are things I don't understand, I naturally have to ask the old man to solve my doubts.

Fang Che felt that he couldn't delay the matter of Wei Zihao any longer. That black air is about to form a face. I must find someone who knows.

If you need help from others, you can't go empty-handed.

...

Classic Room.

The old man squinted his eyes and watched Fang Che come with two jars of wine and a few dishes.

A bright color flashed in his turbid eyes.

For two hundred years, I have been guarding this classic room. At the beginning, my comrades-in-arms came every now and then. At that time, I advised them not to come.

Make this place as lively as a vegetable market.

Later, as time passed, fewer and fewer people came.

Later, as they died in battle or were transferred, the old faces became fewer and fewer.

There are fewer and fewer people coming to my place.

Now, except for a few people who occasionally come to drink with me, basically no one cares.

The brothers at that time were becoming more and more powerful, and they were becoming busier and busier.

"If time could go back and I could do it again, would I burn all my power to do the same thing?"

The old man had asked himself this question countless times.

Every time he answered firmly: Yes!

Although sometimes I feel uncomfortable, disappointed, and resentful.

But I would still do it.

Just like... those brothers and comrades who had protected me all the way and sacrificed themselves to protect me.

"Teacher is so leisurely."

Fang Che had already walked in and put down the wine with a smile.

"Why are you here?"

The old man's indifferent eyes swept across Fang Che's face and sat still.

"I missed you, so I came to sit down and have a meal." Fang Che smiled and said, "No one is cooking at home today."

The old man snorted, "You kid, you are smarter than a monkey when you get hairy; if you come, there must be something, just say it. Then get out!"

"Eat first, drink first."

Fang Che skillfully took out the dishes wrapped in oil paper one by one.

There were ten in total.

Then he went to the kitchen to get two large bowls, broke the mud seal on the iron blood table, and immediately a scent of wine rushed out.

"So rich!"

The old man looked at the ten dishes, a little puzzled, and there was a warm current in his heart.

Some of the dishes were relatively rare, and they were all high-level ones that nourished the body; they were just suitable for nourishing people like himself who had damaged their origins.

Thoughtful.

"Teacher, please." Fang Che held the wine jar with both hands, bent down, put the mouth of the wine jar close to the bowl, and carefully poured the wine into the bowl, full of ripples.

He held it up with both hands and bowed to put it in front of the old man.

"You are quite polite." The old man sighed.

"It must be!"

The old man picked up the wine bowl, took a sip, and put it down.

Fang Che filled it up again.

Then he sat down and sat in his own seat.

The old man picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the food, and Fang Che followed suit.

From the beginning of pouring the wine, everything was strictly polite.

While eating the food, the old man asked, "You must have something wrong."