Creak!

Bang!

Finally, the few gophers standing outside the tower could no longer bear it, and they slammed the doors and windows of the tower with their scarlet eyes open, and pounced into the tower together.

"Kill!"

The guards all waved their long knives in their hands to meet them, and they all used all their strength to attack the gophers that rushed in.

The gophers bared their sharp teeth and tore at the guards.

Ding!

As soon as the snow-white sword light lit up, it dimmed, and these guards, along with the long knives in their hands, were all bitten in two by those sharp beast teeth!

Warm blood spurted onto Xue Wuchao's cheeks, and the blood light illuminated his terrified expression.

The terrifying beast power pressed against him, so that Xue Wuchao could not have a trace of resistance in his heart.

Even though he was resourceful, he was still as immobile as a lamb to the slaughter in the face of absolute overwhelming strength!

Facing the several gophers that were approaching him step by step, Xue Wuchao sighed slightly and closed his eyes with all his might.

The moment he closed his eyes, he suddenly felt that death was not so terrible.

Creak!

A fishy wind blew, and these gophers jumped high, and all of them opened their huge beast mouths and howled towards Xue Wuchao!

"Four Seasons Sword Technique...... Winter snow ......"

A clear and leisurely sound slowly drifted from far and near, and white snowflakes fell gently above the head of the sprinkled blood city.

A cold wind blew through, carrying a biting coldness into the blood of the gophers.

Flakes of frost spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, freezing the entire southern wall into layers of ice.

Whether it is the soldiers who fought to defend the city, or the bloodthirsty and cruel drill moles, they were frozen into immovable ice sculptures at this moment!

Brush!

A sword light slashed from the void, drawing a graceful arc in the scattered snowflakes, completely illuminating this lifeless ice and snow country!

......

When Xue Wuchao slowly opened his eyes, there was still a little ice on the beams and pillars of the castle tower that had not melted, and the ground was sprinkled with ice chips, and the ice chips were wrapped in the minced flesh of those gophers.

There was a person standing in front of him, Xue Wuchao rubbed his eyes, and by the moonlight he could see the person's appearance clearly.

"Young Master Su!" Xue Wuchao said in surprise: "I'm not dreaming, am I, is it really you?"

"If it weren't for me, do you think you'd still be alive?"

Su Fan smiled faintly, nodded and praised: "Yes, I really persevered for half an hour, it's amazing!"

"What's the use, the city wall is still occupied by those demon beasts!" Xue Wuchao blamed himself: "I also sacrificed so many people's lives!"

"If only I could have as strong as you, at least I wouldn't sit here and let others protect me, but I could protect or help more people!" Xue Wuchao said with an envious expression.

Su Fan's eyes flashed slightly, and he said, "Protect more people...... You have this idea...... It's not like a very resourceful person said it!"

Su Fan didn't agree with the idea of snow chaos at all.

Strength is to protect others, this kind of thinking is simply naïve and naïve to the extreme, this is simply looking for nothing to do for yourself.

In Su Fan's worldview, the strong should stand at the pinnacle of the world and overlook the vast sentient beings, rather than being willing to fall and be in the company of ants.

If a strong person spends most of his life on such trivial things as helping others or maintaining world peace, he is undoubtedly wasting his own time.

At this point, Su Fan thinks that he has not done enough, at least, he still has his brothers and friends, and these people are relatively important to him.

However, Su Fan doesn't care much about these, because the strong also need to grow, brothers and friends, and all kinds of experiences so far are all stages that the strong must go through on the road to growth.

He should carefully experience each stage of this process and do what he should do in each stage.

In this way, when he becomes a real strong man in the future, he will not regret it.

"Master Su, I have had a grand wish since I was a child, that is, to assist a generation of Ming monarchs and become a famous minister for the benefit of the world!" Xue Wuchao said softly: "As a child of the Wangcheng family, I have seen too many injustices, the national strength of Tianlin Country is weakening day by day, and hundreds of officials can only fish the people!"

"I think this country really needs someone to stand up and do something practical for these poor civilians! So since then, I have been studying thousands of books hard, and even giving up cultivation for the time being, just so that I can be a good official who asks for the lives of the people in the future!"

"So what?" Su Fan said in a cold voice: "Those mortals only live for a hundred years, no matter how many things you do for them, after a hundred years, who will remember you? Unlike us monks, even if we disappear into this world for countless epochs, we will leave an immortal legend!"

"Master Su, I think only you can say this!"

Xue Wuran shook his head and said softly: "I know my martial arts cultivation qualifications very well, if there is no big opportunity in this life, the Soul Monarch is the limit, since this is the case, then I might as well use my remaining life to do something meaningful!"

"What you are going to do in the future is of course meaningful to those civilians who have lived less than a hundred years, but it is not meaningful to you!" Su Fan sneered: "What is a monk? A monk is brave enough to fight against fate, fight against heaven and earth, and make the impossible possible! You feel that you can only become a soul monarch in this life, are you just resigned to your fate? Wrong! Your end point is not a soul king, if you want to be a soul king, soul emperor or even a soul saint, you can achieve it!"

"And this is the true meaning of the monk's existence in the world!"

Regarding the meaning of the monk, Wu Ling'er and Long Moxue had mentioned it to Su Fan a long time ago, and at that time, Su Fan was still very vague about this concept.

And now, after experiencing such a thing, Su Fan also has his own interpretation of the meaning of the monk.

I also understand why mortal monks fight desperately to become gods, because for a life, what is most desired is freedom.

Su Fan is also very eager to be free, eager to jump out of his fate, his past is already so miserable, he doesn't want his future to be spent in misery.

"Master Su, I understand all these truths you said, but becoming a generation of famous ministers is a wish that I have rooted in my heart for several years, and it is impossible to change it easily!" Xue Wuchao was silent for a while, and said in a firm tone.

"Okay!" Su Fan shook his head helplessly, he knew that this Xue Wuchao was completely hopeless: "I won't stop you if you want to become a famous minister, but I hope you can think carefully about whether your father is qualified to become a generation of Ming Jun!"

After speaking, Su Fan walked out of the city tower, and the silver moonlight sprinkled on him, dragging out a long shadow.