Lord of the Desert

Chapter 109 Qilin
Hong Fan walked to the square table outside the kitchen, picked up a cold rice cake dipped in sugar and threw it into his mouth.

"Hong Ping, I heard that you have performed well in ethnology recently?"

He chewed until his teeth were filled with sweetness, and asked back.

Hong Ping stopped to take the rice cake, and his smile suddenly brightened.

"Second brother, you also know?"

"Small progress, hey, it's nothing, it's just a new beginning..."

He turned his eyes away and deliberately looked at the snow on the courtyard wall, pretending not to care about the Tao.

Hong Fanxi said: "I mean you haven't bullied people in the ethnology recently."

Hong Ping's smile froze.

"It's really a new beginning."

Hong Fan's narrow smile broke out.

"Of course, congratulations on entering the penetrating realm."

He patted Hong Ping on the shoulder, turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

"Go and play by yourself, I'll go and see him."

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Qilin Courtyard is one of the best independent courtyards in Hong Mansion.

Although the furnishings are older than Asahi-in, the area is even larger, and there is even a large open water pond in it.

In the west of Liangzhou where water is scarce, this is the rarest luxury.

When Hong Fan arrived, the gate of Qilin Courtyard was closed, only two servants, a man and a woman, were sitting on the steps outside the gate, with the cold food beside them.

They are from Hong Sheng's courtyard.

"Hong Ping asked me, how is he doing?"

Hong Fan approached directly and asked.

"Second Young Master!"

The two hurriedly got up and saluted, their faces very haggard.

"The eldest young master hasn't come out for three days. He won't eat or drink, and won't open the door."

Hong Fan nodded and said: "It's okay, people who practice martial arts are actually similar to tortoises, they won't die if they keep their heads down for a long time without eating or drinking."

"It's nothing for you here, let's go, I'll go in and have a look."

With a wave of his hand, he shooed the two away.

The maidservant of Qilin Court walked halfway, and originally wanted to remind the young master to lock the door.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw the second young master jumping up and down, and directly turned over from the top of the one-foot-high wall.

"Eldest Young Master hasn't agreed yet, isn't that too good..."

She stared blankly and murmured.

But the servant next to her just dragged her away: "I'm a brother, I want you to be so stupid!"

Jinhai City at the end of the year is very cold.

The Qilin Courtyard enclosed by a three-meter-high wall is no different.

Before Hong Fan landed in the air, he had already seen where Hong Sheng was.

With snow seeds embedded in his messy hair, he sat cross-legged in the middle of a completely frozen pond.

"It's the first time I've seen you like this."

Hong Fan landed easily and walked towards the pond.

His eyes swept over Hong Sheng from top to bottom, and saw the latter's haggard complexion, ragged stubble, carbonized cuffs, and multiple mildly burned palms.

It was obvious that he had practiced continuously for a long time, and he used too much energy to hurt himself—even though he was sitting on the ice.

"In the end, I can't write two Hong characters in one stroke."

Hong Fan stopped by the pond and teased.

"Nine months ago, I almost killed myself like this."

Hong Sheng didn't lift his head when he heard this, he just laughed.

"Are you here to laugh at me?"

His eyes were red, and his complexion was colder than the ice beneath him, as if he had seen a dagger after seeing Tu Qiong.

"Laugh? I don't have the leisure to play this game."

Hong Fan shook his head.

"The world is like a house on fire, and the troubles are endless."

"I'm here to comfort you."

He stood proudly with his hands behind his back, condescendingly looking down at his half-blood elder brother.

"Consolation me?"

Hong Sheng sneered.

"How to comfort?"

He asked himself.

"You say that my talent is far superior to yours? Say that I am the leader of the younger generation of Jinhai? Say that I will become a genius in the future?"

"Or do you mean that you will never seek power in the clan, the position of patriarch?"

Hong Sheng spoke intermittently, and couldn't help laughing out loud at the end.

But his fists were clenched so tightly that blood oozes from the burns.

"Do not."

Hong Fan replied, his voice was light and relaxed.

"I'm good at lying, but lying is exhausting."

"For you, I don't have to."

Hong Sheng shot his gaze over.

Hong Fan looked at his dry and chapped lips and spoke seriously.

"Brother Sheng, I will definitely surpass you."

"My combat power will surpass yours, and so will my cultivation, not to mention the fame, power, and popularity that come with it."

"And this kind of overall transcendence will be easy and faster than you think."

The words stopped.

The Qilin courtyard fell into dead silence.

Hong Sheng's chest heaved violently, and his teeth trembled.

"Is this your consolation?"

"Persuade me to give in, should I admit it?"

White air rose from under him.

This is because too intense emotions aroused Yan Liujin and sublimated the ice.

"Why do you think so?"

Hong Fan asked.

"Do you still need to ask why?"

Hong Sheng was so angry that he laughed back, a little hysterical.

But the more he laughed, the more he couldn't stop laughing.

Because from Hong Fan's eyes, he couldn't find any provocation or sarcasm.

Only sincerity and seriousness.

"Do you remember the verses when the fourth list was released last time?"

Hong Fan asked suddenly.

Hong Sheng blurted out: "It must be remembered that taking Yunzhi today was once the best in the world?"

Hong Fan shook his head: "I'm talking about your quatrains."

He whispered back:

"Bending the book and sword for 20 years, you can see the blue sky in the palm of your hand;

The man is determined to open the gate of heaven, and there will be a new chapter on the rooftop. "

A sigh.

"Hong Sheng, you haven't lost sight of yourself."

Hong Fanfu laughed again.

"Your talent is the best in Jinhai's contemporary era, and there is no one close to it."

"Everyone praises you as a unicorn."

"You are only 21 this year, and you are only one line away from the peak of Hunran. You are very close and far away from the Tianjiao list..."

"You've actually done a good job."

"You are so troubled not because you can't see yourself clearly, but because you can't see me clearly."

Hong Fan raised his chin slightly and asked again.

"In your eyes, what am I?"

The words continued without waiting for Hong Sheng's answer.

"Forget my name, forget the Hong Fan you have remembered for more than ten years."

"I am the chosen master of Sand World."

"My star talent far surpasses that of Ma Jingsha."

"I am a mathematician genius recognized by the Superintendent of Equipment Manufacturing."

"It took me nine months to improve the entire realm of martial arts."

"I have the exquisite heart aperture and tenacious meridians of both martial arts and life stars."

"I have the combat power of the quasi-chaotic state in the penetrating state!"

"This kind of me, this kind of person, is it a snake or a dragon?"

"Is it a sparrow or a phoenix?"

Hong Sheng was stunned by the question.

He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he seemed to be blocked, unable to utter a single word.

"You are upset because I will surpass you. Are you worried that I will be supported by everyone and take the position of patriarch?"

Hong Fan couldn't help laughing.

"Have you ever worried about 'Liuyun' Kou Yong like this?"

"Have you ever worried about 'Gun Chief' Gu Yixin like this?"

"Have you ever worried about 'Iron Palm Kaishan' Duan Tiannan like this?"

His voice gradually became louder, and his smile became more and more violent.

"Aren't you worried about them?"

Hong Sheng felt that Hong Fan's gaze turned into a sword, piercing his eyes and piercing his heart.

"Hong Sheng, why don't you?"

(End of this chapter)