January 31st, the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

On this day, Fang Ping returned to the Magic City.

He didn't go to school, he didn't go to the cave, he didn't even go back to Tianbu.

…

In the afternoon, Fang Ping returned home.

Walking in front of the community gate, Fang Ping felt a little dazed.

How long has it been since you last came back?

Home is close at hand.

His parents moved from Yangcheng to Magic City, but Fang Ping went back even less often. Even with his speed, he could arrive there in an instant.

It seems like I went back once during the summer vacation, and in the blink of an eye, it’s been more than half a year!

Fang Ping has not been back for more than half a year.

Too busy!

So tired!

It's not that he can't go back, but he always thinks that if he has a little more time, I will go back.

But every time I think about it like this, the moment of leisure passes by in a blink of an eye.

In the second half of the decade, Fang Ping did too many things and killed too many people.

Walking in front of the community gate, Fang Ping walked in.

The security guard at the gate of the community was in a daze at first when he saw Fang Ping, and then he was in awe.

The four security guards, like soldiers at this moment, suddenly saluted and shouted: "Hello, Minister Fang!"

I admire it, that’s true!

The catacombs were opened to the public, and tens of millions of people died in the war over the past hundred years.

More than 60 years have passed since the opening of the Demon City Caves. How many people have died in the Demon City?

How many warriors and elites were buried in the Demon City crypt.

A few days ago, Fang Ping led Mo Wu to pacify the Demon City Caves. This was an unparalleled achievement!

Even these security guards knew about Fang Ping's achievements.

The security captain of the community is also a warrior and a veteran. He was once stationed in the Demon City Caves and was injured in the Demon City Caves. He later retired and became the security captain.

When talking about the dangers in the underground caves, these security guards heard things that were thrilling.

And such a dangerous cave was finally pacified by a young man. Who doesn't admire him?

What's more, this person is still one of the top experts in the world, ranking second on the eighth-grade list, and has the strength to fight against the Grand Master.

"Hello."

Fang Ping calmed down his emotions and cheered up.

When we arrived at the door of my house, I felt a little shy about being close to home.

My parents have communicated on the phone several times in the past six months, but they have never met in person despite being so close.

Fang Mingrong and his wife were worried about the impact on their son and did not dare to go to Mowu to find Fang Ping. They could only learn about their son's situation through Fangyuan.

Thinking of this, Fang Ping let out a breath.

Defending the home and the country... Sometimes, I am confused in the end. Which is more important, the family or the country?

He said it was for his own little family, but in the end, this little family... didn't come back for a long time.

Before, I regarded Mowu as my family.

Now, with the establishment of Tianbu, the scope of this small family seems to have expanded a lot, and step by step, something feels wrong.

"Something's wrong!"

"Old Zhang seems to be trying to trick me!"

"Pushing me to the edge of the cliff step by step!"

Fang Ping muttered to himself, nodded to the security guard, and walked towards home.

Lao Zhang cheated on him!

He seems to be in a urn!

"I promised that I would not be like him. I am just a selfish guy, but now...it seems that I am following his old path!"

…

While Fang Ping was thinking about this, some people in front of the community were surprised and said, "Why is Minister Fang here?"

This is a new resident. An old resident hurriedly said: "You didn't know this! When Minister Fang was still a student of Mowu, he bought a house here before, and his parents settled here.

But I haven’t seen Minister Fang for a few days, but I could see him sometimes before.”

"Minister Fang is too busy. I heard that the Heavenly Ministry was established a few days ago and that Minister Fang led some powerful masters to go out to fight."

"Hey, martial arts experts! I used to envy you, but now... I can't even say I'm envious. Did you see the list that the government disclosed before? So many masters have died in battles over the years... It's both admirable and regrettable.

.”

The speaker was a middle-aged man. Before the cave was made public, who didn’t envy these strong men? Who wasn’t jealous of these strong men?

Real big shots, privileged class!

When a master-level expert, whether civil or government official, arrives in a certain place, the local governor must personally receive him as a sign of respect.

At that time, everyone was very envious and jealous.

But now, when the catacombs have been made public, when the government has made public the list of those who died in the war over the years, and the names of the masters are listed among them, at this moment there is only respect and no hatred.

These masters use their lives to explain what it means to be a master-level powerhouse!

Every battle must come first!

As the middle-aged man spoke, someone said in a deep voice: "When faced with a disaster, someone always stands up and comes forward! Minister Fang and these people are the heroes of this era. There is not much we can do. Minister Fang asks for more help. Since our relatives

We live in the same community as us. If you have trouble in the future, please help me!"

"Well said! This is what it should be!"

A group of people are talking to each other, even though they are old and can no longer advance in martial arts, they are still impassioned at this moment.

Regardless of whether it was true or false, being able to say these words made Fang Ping feel much better even though he was already far away.

Many times, faith arises inadvertently.

Some warriors sometimes feel unwilling to do so!

Why?

Why should warriors go to the front line, and why should these mediocre guys hide in the back and enjoy the prosperous times!

There was a bloody battle on the front lines, while some people in the rear were just waiting to die.

Some people used to often complain and be dissatisfied. Many times, when warriors heard these comments, they felt uncomfortable in their hearts.

Now that the catacombs are open to the public, there are fewer such voices.

The status of a warrior is earned with one's life.

Today's warriors are much less resentful than they were back then. It has to be said that there are pros and cons to opening the crypt to the public.

Fortunately, the situation on Earth is relatively stable, and a group of powerful people on the Chinese side have also made many arrangements. Generally speaking, the benefits outweigh the disadvantages.

…

Villa area.

Fang's villa, in the small courtyard.

Fangyuan seemed to know that Fang Ping was back, or heard the greetings from outsiders. At this moment, she ran out of the house. When she saw Fang Ping, she was overjoyed and shouted: "Mom, Dad, brother is back!"

Fang Ping burst out laughing and quickly entered the small courtyard. He said in a funny tone, "Do I need to make such a big fanfare when I come back?"

Fangyuan said cheerfully: "You said before that you would come back after defeating the Demon City Caves, but you were busy preparing for the Tianbu and never came home! Fortunately, I told my parents that you would come home soon!

It’s almost the Chinese New Year, brother, next time you promise, you must keep it!”

"It's just your mouth!"

Fang Ping laughed and immediately pinched her cheek.

However, Fangyuan moved his feet, quickly avoided it, and said unhappily: "No pinching! I am already a middle-grade warrior!"

"Hey, are you trying to get even with me?"

Fang Ping laughed again. At this time, Fang Mingrong and Li Yuying walked out of the room.

When they saw Fang Ping and Fang Mingrong, they were still fine, but Li Yuying's eyes were red.

In the blink of an eye, I haven’t seen my son for more than half a year.
To be continued...