Lord of the Desert

Chapter 147 Hongmen Banquet

The fourth day of March.

Night rises from east to west.

The afterglow of the setting sun was pressed to the sky and burned out slowly.

On the continuous houses of Jinhai City, the lights flickered until they formed a gentle bright yellow.

Today's farewell banquet was invited by Zheng Zhun and hosted by Hong Jian.

At the beginning of Xushi (seven o'clock in the evening), the Li family's carriage arrived at the gate of Hong's residence.

Qiude has long been waiting here.

Seeing Li Heming getting off the car, he bowed respectfully, bowed and stretched out his hand to greet him.

The two surnames Hong and Li are family friends, and Li Heming of the Hong Manor has been here so many times since he was a child.

Meal time is always the most special moment in Fuchu.

In the courtyards of all sizes, the smoke is curling up, the cocks are crowing and the dogs are barking, and there are occasional shouts of mothers calling their children to go home for dinner, showing a lively dynamic.

Qiude led the way, hearing and seeing all this, with a smile on his face unconsciously.

But Li Heming followed behind him, but his steps gradually became heavy, as if he was carrying mountains and rivers on his back.

The two did not talk, and walked in silence.

Li Heming noticed something strange.

The road to Qiudeling is not to Mingshantang or Xiongguangyuan, but to the northwest of Hongfu.

He had just been to this place a few days ago, and it was the Martial Arts Field.

"Qide, is your master planning to hold an open-air banquet this time?"

Li Heming asked with a smile.

"That's the way it is said."

Qiude half turned his face away, walking back while walking.

"This is what the city guard first mentioned, saying that it is the implication of 'taking the ground as a seat and the sky as a cover'. From now on, even if Jin Haili's family goes to Huaiyang Kingdom, we will still be under the same roof, and we will still be a family."

"Ah, Mr. Zheng has a heart..."

Hearing this, Li Heming's footsteps paused slightly, but he was in a daze.

There is an end to the road.

After the steps have been passed, the martial arts field at the end will naturally fall in front of you.

Li Heming walked into the arena.

The huge rammed earth site was empty, with a large round table in the middle and six torches erected on the side.

There were six people sitting around the round table, namely Zheng Zhun, Hong Jian, Gongsun Shi, Chi Zhuiyuan, Cui Jiayan, and Hong Fan.

One innate, three sympathetic with heaven and man.

It does not match the banquet list on the invitation.

At the same time, Hong Fan also saw someone coming.

Still have black hair and high hairpin, long beard hanging down, dressed in black, wide robe and belt.

He flutters like a crane flying in a deep pool, and his light is like a white horse in an empty valley, with the appearance of a fairy.

This is the fifth time Hong Fan has seen the head of the Li family.

The only difference from the previous four times was that he had an extra saber around his waist - Li family warriors usually don't use weapons anymore when they reach the Chaotic Realm.

When Hong Fan stared at the visitor, the other party was also staring at him.

After staring at each other for a moment, Li Heming turned his eyes away first and looked at Hong Jian.

"Today's banquet is quite interesting."

He said, walking towards the field with his hands behind his back, he saw that there was no wine or food on the table, only a jug of water and six cups.

There was boiled water in the cup, but no one had ever drank it.

"Is this waiting for me to open the table?"

Li Heming joked, with armor-like arrogance on his face.

Seeing him approaching, all six stood up.

Li Heming stopped in his tracks.

"Why are you still pretending, Mr. He?"

Hong Fan was the first to laugh out loud.

"People from the back family, can there still be good feasts in the Hong family?"

Hearing this, Li Heming's smile suddenly disappeared, and he remained silent.

The invitation was sent by Zheng Zhun's signature, and the Martial Supervisor of the Martial Arts Academy was also present.

it is more than words.

After a few difficult breaths, he nodded his head a few times, and his whole body relaxed.

"Grand He, is that how you recognize it?!"

Seeing this, Cui Jiayan slammed the table and asked loudly.

"He Gong, do such a rebellious thing, are you worthy of the ancestors of Jin Hai and the sages of the Li family?"

It was also after arriving at the scene today that he and Chi Zhuiyuan had just learned the details from Hong Fan and the others.

And until Li Heming confessed, Cui Jiayan was personally skeptical.

"Brother Jiayan, Li did this for the sake of the Li family."

Li Heming replied indifferently, there was no anger in his words, but his face was as cold as iron.

"The gap between the powerful and the aristocratic family can only be filled with martial arts of the second rank and above."

"You need to understand Niu Dian. My Jinhai Li family will no longer be a small surname in the frontier, but will become famous all over the world."

With one hand behind his back and the other on the hilt of his sword, he spoke solemnly, like a ceremony or a sacrifice.

Cui Jiayan's lips moved, but he couldn't speak.

Wei's finger pressing on the tabletop kept shaking.

"Brother Li, is it just for the family?"

Hong Jian asked.

"Since Mrs. Li benefits, I will naturally benefit as well."

Li Heming's Adam's apple rolled, and he replied.

Since the two took over as Patriarchs respectively, he never heard the title "Senior Brother" from Hong Jian.

"The family is one with me."

Then, he saw the undisguised disgust on the faces of the people opposite.

"Heh, why do you guys have to be so hypocritical?"

Li Heming shouted in a deep voice, clutching the hilt of the sword with his left hand.

"Jin Hai's first- and second-class families, the He family has no slaves? The He family has no lives?"

"If you have the opportunity to obtain the first and second grade exercises, will you be stingy with other people's lives?!"

His gaze was like a sword, he skipped over Hong Jian, and looked closely at Chi Zhuiyuan, Cui Jiayan and others successively.

It's a pity that no one turned their eyes away.

"Li Heming, you are not going to sacrifice one or two people this time!"

Gongsun Shi angrily scolded.

"You are going to sacrifice the entire Jinhai City for your family!"

"Going back 50 or 100 years, how many ancestors of the Li family threw their heads and blood, and saved this city time and time again from the hands of the snake people..."

"In the future, when you go to Jiuquan, how will you meet them?!"

Gongsun Shi suddenly grabbed the teacup in front of him and threw it.

Before the porcelain cup hit the upper door, it was shattered by the air sword.

But the tea that had been cold for a long time splashed Li Heming's face.

He lowered his head slightly, allowing the water to pool and drip under his chin without wiping.

"I'll make it up."

Li Heming replied softly.

"I am very clear about Fantian Club's plan."

"What they contacted was only the private army of a silver-scale god son, and at most they destroyed a few border cities."

He patiently explained.

"A few border towns?!"

This time it was Zheng Zhun who gritted his teeth and asked back.

"That's tens of thousands of people! We..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sudden uprooted scolding.

"I said I'd make it up!"

Li He roared, the veins on his neck swelled.

"Can't you understand?!"

"With my talent, my aptitude, and my dedication to martial arts..."

"In the future, if I understand Niu Dian, I will definitely be able to achieve Yuanci; no, I will be able to achieve heaven and man!"

His voice became louder and louder, echoing in the empty martial arts arena.

It seems that he is cutting his own heart and lungs to prove something to the heaven, earth, ghosts and gods.

"At that time, I will go to northern Xinjiang, to the South China Sea, back to Xiliang, and to Shengzhou..."

"I will kill all the alien races I see, and make atonement to the people of Jinhai!"

Li Heming described the future he imagined, his face flushed and his pupils dilated, as if everything was right in front of him.

His vision is then shattered by Hong Bum's dismissive laugh.

"Son of the Hong family, don't you believe I can do it?!"

Li Heming asked angrily, his eyes were full of sternness, and he couldn't wear the mask of self-esteem anymore.

"Do what?"

Hong Fan didn't hold back his smile, and asked
"Collude with rebels, communicate with other races, sacrifice your hometown in exchange for martial arts?"

He spit out every word, like stabbing with a lance.

"Then on the broken walls and ruins of Jinhai, offer a stick of incense to us innocent souls?"

Hong Fan couldn't help laughing.

"In vain."

"It's just the boring struggle of people who live in the past!"

Hearing this, the blood on Li Heming's face suddenly faded, leaving only paleness.

A brief silence.

He had nothing to say.

Gein, facts are always eloquent.

(End of this chapter)