Lord of the Desert

Chapter 179 No regrets
According to the ritual, it was time for Hong Jian's coffin to be buried.

The coffin was pushed into the tomb, and the funerary objects selected by Mrs. Hong Chen were placed on it.

Hong Fan and Hong Sheng stepped forward to seal the land.

Hong Ming twirled the candles with his fingers and flicked the yellow paper to make them burn.

Everyone distributed three sticks of incense and performed the three-way salute respectfully.

At this time, it suddenly began to rain.

At first, it was only sporadic raindrops, but then it grew rapidly.

Riding the wind and bathing in the forest is like pouring water.

Everyone's clothes were soaked quickly.

But the sacrificial fire in front of the tomb was assisted by a few streams of flames sent from the air, and it burned even more intensely.

The rain was so heavy that the traveler rummaged through the inherited memories, and there was no comparison in Jinhai.

Listening to the sound of water droplets hitting the branches, leaves, and the ground, Hong Fan couldn't restrain himself from recalling the few times he had met with Hong Jian.

The first time is He Shengjie, the congratulatory speech of "If you don't give up your original intention, you can comfort your life".

The second time is the deep and fragrant medicinal fragrance in the Xiongguang Temple after the first battle over the sea.

Thoughts gradually drifted, and more fragmentary images flooded up.

On the bumpy carriage, the lights reflected in the pupils.

Jinhai City Wall after the bloody battle, with his hand on Hong Bo's shoulder.

In the glass all over the floor, the remaining heat on the forearm...

Hong Fan wiped his face with his hand, wondering if he was crying.

The rain gradually stopped.

Come fast, go fast.

The same goes for memories.

The voice and appearance of the deceased in my mind is like rainwater being caught with both hands.

It falls suddenly, and overflows when it is young.

However, once the rain stopped, everything that was filled with my palm just now was leaked away in an instant.

The high wind and showers exhausted the clouds on Taishan, revealing the setting sun slanting to the west.

The daylight is good.

But its heat belongs to the living, after all, it cannot warm the bones in the coffin or the heroic soul in the wind.

After the funeral, everyone went down the mountain.

"Hong Sheng!"

Hong Fan walked silently on the winding mountain path, and suddenly called out.

"Half a lifetime of accumulation, it is clear that the peak is about to be reached, but you can't do your best..."

"Do you think he'll regret it?"

When Hong Sheng heard the words, he knew who the younger brother was talking about without asking.

"He may regret it, but he has never regretted it since he can remember."

At this time, the setting sun set on the shoulder of the mountain.

The sunset halo dyed half of the sky.

Like a fire, like a red flag.

Hong Fan looked at the crimson in the sky, and finally let go of his sorrow.

"Yes, he is such a person, he will not regret it!"

"What's wrong with me?"

As he said that, he was relaxed all over, and laughed out loud regardless of attracting attention.

At this moment, Yanliu Zhenqi circulated at high speed, digested the harvest of the battle, and opened up the third strange vein.

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The fifth day of April.

The handle of the Big Dipper points southeast.

When spring ends and summer comes, it is called Lixia.

More than ten days have passed, and the affairs of Jinhai have had some results.

The imperial court withdrew the Li family's hereditary Duke of Fuguo Xiaowei.

As for the three surviving masterminds in the clan—Li Shenji, Li Licheng, and Li Chengwang—they were all taken to Shenjing, and it would be a decisive end without accident.

Shi Yuanwei and the others received a total of more than a thousand taels of congratulatory gifts from various families in Jinhai, and Liao Zhenghao sent them ten miles out of the city and returned to Xijing safely.

As for the grievances between them, it has long since vanished along with the shattered arms.

In the afternoon, the slightly warm summer wind makes people drowsy.

Hong Fan rode the scorched-tailed tiger beast to the gate of Martial Arts Academy, and handed the reins to the gatekeeper.

Gongsun Shi's right arm was still clamped by the wooden board, but he still greeted the front hall.

Until more than ten days ago, Hong Fan did not have this card.

But now Hong Jian and Li Heming are both dead.

Today's Jinhai temporarily has no Qi Realm warriors, and the one with the highest force is the sympathy between heaven and man.

Although Hong Fan's cultivation base is still a bit short, but he is in the sand world, and his combat power is far beyond the ordinary Chaos Realm.

Facing him, Liao Zhenghao with a broken arm or Ge Tianlang, the head of the whirlpool sect who is over [-] years old, thinks they are no longer sure of victory.

Hong Fan exchanged greetings with Gongsun Shi, and sat down in the reception room separately.

The latter already knew the purpose of his visit, to learn more about Dahua's top martial arts, and to find a suitable path for himself.

And cultivating the essence of martial arts is one of the responsibilities of the Martial Supervisor of the Martial Arts Academy.

"There are only ten Dharma Gates that can break through the gate of heaven, and Dahua currently has only ten items, which are the so-called 'Ten Classics'."

Gongsun said.

"If you can choose one to practice, it is naturally the best way out for a warrior."

"But not everyone is qualified to take this road."

"Of the ten classics, four of them belong to the four great families, namely Xiao's "Zixiao Hualong Jing", Yi's "Void Thunderbolt Sutra", Hou's "Three Realms All-pervading Sutra", and Feng's "Tiangang Divine Wind Sutra."

"These four classics are only passed on to the family, and outsiders cannot get involved."

Hong Fan nodded.

The Xiao family is the royal family, and the other three are the royal families of Langya, Hejian and Huaiyang.

The children of these four surnames are all regulars on the third list, and they have never heard of any example of the practice being passed on.

"Two of the other six classics are quite special."

Gongsun Shi continued.

"Grandmaster Huaizang was born in a small temple in Hezhou, and he claims to have become a martial sage through the "Prajna Sutra."

"This scripture can only be said to be circulated in the world, and every Buddhist temple must have it."

"In the early years, when I thought I was extraordinary, I had studied it several times, but no matter how I looked at it, it was just a scripture for spreading Buddhism, and it seemed to have nothing to do with martial arts."

When he said this, seeing Hong Fan helplessly smiled, he knew that the other party had also read this scripture, so he didn't repeat it.

"The other one is the "Yimu Qinglang Jing"."

Gongsun Shi continued.

"This scripture was lost before, but was accidentally discovered by our mountain chief."

"He has no disciples so far, and is the only successor."

Hong Fan heard the unspoken meaning of the other party.

Guan Qimai is a martial sage and in charge of the martial arts academy, but he has not been heired for decades, which shows his high vision.

It is self-evident that it is difficult to be his first disciple.

"Then there are only four classics left."

Hong Fan replied.

"Yes, the remaining Four Classics created Dahua's four major martial arts sects today."

Gongsun Shi nodded.

"The Heart Sacred Sect's "Dameng Wujue Sutra", the Asura Sect's "Sura Fighting Sutra", the White Tiger Sect's "West Tiger Evil Sutra", and the Tianjian Sect's "Tongtian Sword Sutra"."

"These four first-grade martial arts are the only hope for ordinary people."

"Of course, ordinary people like me can't do it either—the four major sects have very high requirements for their disciples."

"Martial arts talent is divided into three categories - physique, root bone, and understanding - which determine the speed of a warrior's practice, as well as the difference in combat power between the same cultivation level and the same skills."

"Physique represents bones and muscles, and determines strength, agility, endurance, coordination, resilience, etc."

"The root bone represents the meridians and the dantian, which determine the amount and purity of true qi and true energy, as well as the upper limit of efficiency during mobilization."

"Comprehension is relatively difficult to measure. It represents the understanding and comprehension of exercises, and the speed of absorbing combat experience."

"In addition, there are some more metaphysical parts of comprehension—such as practicing visualization, which is easy for some people, and some people can't find the right feeling after repeated repetitions."

Gongsun Shi said with a sigh.

He is not a native of Jinhai, but he was sent here as an official when he was in his prime, so he naturally has a deep understanding of the limitations of talent.

PS: Ask for tickets at the beginning of the month

(End of this chapter)