Lord of the Desert

Standard 18
On the seventh day of April, a holiday, just after Weishi (one o'clock in the afternoon).

The south wind blows into the small courtyard, first carrying the murmur of Haloxylon leaves on the locust tree, and then slips into the house through the window.

Inside the canopy bed, Hong Fan breathed out like a white dragon and shook the bed curtain.

As of this morning, he had exhausted the Tui Gong Wan within the April quota.

Next, his high-speed progress that lasted for more than a month will be replaced by the original turtle speed.

This is not the only trouble.

He heard from Aunt Liu that Jiang's wife, who had been demoted as a toilet cleaner, was reinstated again, and was transferred by the eldest lady to buy utensils that were both luscious and easy.

Yesterday, when the two friends met, it was inevitable that they would run on each other with words.

With the Jiang family's mother-in-law's aggressiveness, the more refined Aunt Liu was naturally defeated, and she looked bad for two days in a row.

Everything was complicated, even though Hong Fan had cultivation beyond his age, he still felt a little bored.

After getting off the bed, he raised his eyes and saw the two words written by himself and pasted on the side of the bookshelf more than [-] years ago when he was recovering from his injuries.

[Floating life temporarily sends a dream within a dream, the world is like the wind and the wind. 】

The level of calligraphy is only average, but the mood when writing is vaguely visible.

Hong Fan read this couplet of verses back and forth several times, stood silent for a while, changed into his martial arts uniform, and planned to go out of the city as usual.

At this moment, Aunt Liu's greeting sounded in the yard.

It was Hong Fu who came.

Hong Fan didn't chase away the guests, he put on a smile and welcomed the little fat man into the house.

These days, Hong Fu can be said to be proud of his spring breeze.

Ever since Jiang Youde was punched and his teeth were broken, but Hong Li calmed down, Hong Fan's status in ethnology has reached a new high.

Although Hong Ping and others occupying the top of the food chain would not come to curry favor with him, they would consciously save face even when facing Hong Fu and his like.

As the saying goes, if one person attains the Tao, the chicken and the dog ascend to heaven.

Hong Fu came here in a hurry this time to report the news.

"Brother Fan, it was just noon, and my fourth brother and I were drinking in a restaurant, which is the 'Dukangju'."

He sat down at the table, burped, and got straight to the point.

"Guess what, Jiang Youde is also there!"

"What's up with him?"

Hong Fan leaned back in his chair and asked without turning his head.

"He was having dinner with several Zhu Yiqi masters, and he was talking about the last time you broke his teeth in the ethnology."

Hong Fu replied, his voice lowered unconsciously.

Hong Fan raised his eyebrows and signaled his friend to continue.

"I didn't hear the details clearly. It's probably because a few other people disdain your nonsense and say that this matter is endless..."

Hong Fu scratched his scalp as he spoke, and was quite embarrassed that he came over so seriously that he didn't hear what he said clearly.

Hong Fan nodded, but did not speak.

He wasn't afraid.

Although Jiang Youde was freed from slavery, his entire family property was tied to the Hong family - Hong Li was already annoyed last time, as long as his brain was not kicked by a donkey, he would not dare to do evil things if he had the guts.

It's just that Hong Fan was a little annoyed because he was always distracted by these low-grade things.

"Thank you for your special report."

He let go of his emotions and thanked Hong Fu.

The latter looked at the performance of the clan brother, thinking that he was worried, so he casually chatted about other trivial things he heard today to enliven the atmosphere.

"I also heard something in Du Kangju. Just yesterday morning, a member of the Feiyan Sect visited the Whirlpool Gate and called someone to come out."

Hong Fu said.

Hong Fan has heard of these two sects, but the Feiyan sect's momentum is far inferior to the whirlpool sect.

"It is said that a dispute was caused by a woman."

Hong Fu's description became vivid.

"Two masters who penetrated the realm fought in front of hundreds of people. The Feiyan faction's big victory broke one of the opponent's arms!"

"The Whirlpool Gate is known as the number one faction in Jinhai; what happened to this matter?"

Hong Fan was very interested.

"It's the one named Qiao from the Whirlpool Gate who broke his hand and promised not to pester that woman again."

Hong Fu replied simply.

"What happened?"

Hong Fan was puzzled.

"That's it!"

Hong Fu took it for granted.

"We've all lost, what else can we do?"

"In full view, no one is going to sue the officials? The people at the whirlpool door will admit it?"

Hong Fan sat up straight, obviously serious.

"Where does the national law control this?"

Hong Fu smiled.

"Since the Great Hua Dynasty, the sky and the earth are the biggest fists, and the second biggest reason."

"As long as these two are occupied, all national laws, family regulations, and seniority must be sidelined!"

Hong Fu said that his mouth was dry, and he picked up the water bottle and poured a big mouthful into his mouth.

"There are so many daily conflicts among the common people, fighting for wells, grabbing land, and gossiping. How many times do you not fight in the streets and alleys?"

"As long as you stand upright and your methods are upright, everyone will only applaud. How can the city guard man talk too much?"

After hearing these words, Hong Fan frowned tightly, as if he had grasped something.

"Don't talk about them, let's talk about our "Hong Li Chi", the three major families in Jinhai, the prosperity and decline of each surname are all related to martial arts; it is true that some branches have achieved success in martial arts, and it is not unusual for the descendants to exchange one another."

Hong Fu wiped his mouth and continued.

"These truths are what you told me, Brother Fan..."

After finishing speaking, he saw Hong Fan's eyebrows suddenly relaxed.

It has been a month and a half since the time travel, and Hong Fan finally realized that his understanding of the world was quite wrong.

In his previous life, he had read A Dream of Red Mansions, and he also liked history. He knew very well the strictness of ancient famous teachings and guidelines.

So after coming to Dahua, he was very afraid of the status of Hong Chen's mistress and the status difference between his concubine and concubine.

But now it seems that I am wrong.

In Dahua's survival rules, it is only natural to have a sharp sword and a powerful punch.

[Yes, in the world before time travel, strength comes from organization and scale, so power is the standard, and loyalty and filial piety are paramount. 】

Hong Fan sighed in his heart.

[But here, martial arts is the standard of everything. 】

Since time travel, he has always attached great importance to martial arts training.

But that is actually treating it as a substitute for the imperial examination, as a way to gain power.

After hearing Hong Fu's words, Hong Fan suddenly realized that martial arts is not a way to gain power...

It is power itself.

If he wanted to change the environment, he had to make a name for himself, to show his prestige, so that everyone in Jinhai City knew him as the young master of the Hong family,

After hitting the Hong family, more resources were gathered towards him.

At that time, even if Hong Chen's name is the mistress, what tricks can she play?

Thinking of this, Hong Fan couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

The laughter gradually stopped, but there was a torrent in his heart.

"Hong Fu, I have another question."

Hong Fan raised his head and asked.

"Can the challenge you just said be rejected?"

Hong Fu and his clan brother looked at each other, and felt that his handsome face had changed.

It seems that from the jade mountain, it has become a wild river.

"If the realms are different, the lower side can of course refuse, or find someone to take action on their behalf."

"But if the low is against the high, or if the top is solid, the rejection will inevitably make people look down."

"I understand, I understand..."

Hong Fan nodded again and again, and patted his clan brother on the shoulder heavily.

Not long after, the two went out one after another.

Hong Fu went to enjoy the holidays as usual, while Hong Fan went out of the city and into the mountains.

Seeing that the young masters had dispersed, Aunt Liu went into the house with a rag to clean up, but saw that the poetry couplets that had been hanging by the bookshelf had been crumpled up and thrown into the wastebasket.

Instead, there is a new hanging big character with wet ink.

[Swordsmanship has become the king's hand, and there is a dragon to kill the dragon. 】

PS: The two couplets of poems in this chapter are respectively excerpted from Li Qunyu's "Self-Rescue" and Lu Dongbin's "Quatrains".

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