Lord of the Desert

Chapter 228 Quantity
"Brother Hong Fan, the snowy ridge to the north is the highest mountain in the prefecture, and its name is Feibai."

Seeing Hong Fan stationed on his horse, Master Lu Yun drove his horse up a few steps and introduced him.

"This lake is salty, and because of its red color, it is named Rose Sea."

"This water mirrors the mountain, in the south of Liangzhou, it is a famous view on the top of the road."

With his long fingers, he counts the treasures.

The ten riders chatted and walked out of the forest road and merged into a wider official road.

Not long after that, I heard the sound of horseshoes behind me.

Hong Fan looked back and saw an old man with white beard and hair and a red face urging his horse over.

"The little old man is polite."

With a smile on his face, he bowed his hands humbly on the horse.

"Several gentlemen are here, but there is an unfeeling request."

"How to say?"

Master Lu Yun straightened his back and asked.

"The little old man is a businessman. He came from Hongyi City, brought some groceries, and planned to go north to Huaiye City."

He spoke in detail and pointed back.

Hong Fan raised his eyes and saw a team of chariots and horses following him two or three miles away.

"We are a small business, and we can't afford to hire famous bodyguards. We have been trembling all the way."

The old man complained, and bowed his waist again.

"Today, I was lucky to meet a few masters who were traveling with me, so I wanted to boldly borrow a bit of power - I wonder if I can get my family's convoy to follow closer?"

"Old man, we met by chance and didn't know each other."

Hong Fan wondered.

"How do you know we're not villains?"

The old man laughed when he heard this.

"The young masters don't know each other, but how can the young masters not recognize the cloud-patterned silk clothes worn by the young masters?"

"If even Chishou Tiqi can become a villain in this world, how can there be good people?"

As soon as this remark came out, the ten Tiqi were very useful.

"Okay, it's not a big deal at all, if you want to follow, just follow, just don't get too close."

Lu Yunshi said, seeing that the old man was very happy, he added another sentence with a downcast face.

"But I have something to say first, our trip is to Xijing, and we are only two hundred miles away from you."

"Besides, if your team is slow, we won't be able to delay the progress because of it. Don't blame us if you can't keep up!"

"It's natural!"

The old man hurried back.

"We can't keep up because we are slow on our feet. How can we blame you guys?"

When he got the good news, he rode his horse back.

The riders continued on their way as usual, but they all slowed down a little.

Not long after, the caravan followed 200 meters away, and sent another girl to bring tea and cakes, thank you for a while.

After the people left, the team was cleaned up.

But Hong Fan's mood did not calm down.

For him, being a Tiqi was originally just a very simple transaction.

Horseshoe bumps.

Hong Fan suddenly laughed.

"I didn't expect Tiqi to have such a reputation?"

He turned his eyes to Lu Yunshi and the others.

"I heard that Brother Lu and Brother Yuan both have noble successors, and Brother Yan is a descendant of the Marquis of Ru Yin, and each family has a second-rank martial arts inheritance?"

As soon as these words came out, both Lu Yunshi and Yuan Xuesong cheered up and nodded with their heads held high.

"Then I don't know one thing."

Hong Fan glanced at Yuan Xuesong's severed little finger and asked.

"Xijing is a city of millions, and Liangzhou is a prosperous city. Apart from being a Tiqi, is there no other way to establish yourself as a martial artist?"

"Of course there are, and there are many."

Lu Yunshi replied immediately.

"Using money to do things, serving others, being driven by the power of the sect, and having the cultivation of the Chaos Realm, which line of work can't be done?"

"Yes."

Hong Fan nodded repeatedly, thinking of Li Heming for some reason.

"Since that's the case, why do you, as the sons of aristocratic families, bother to do this drudgery that comes and goes?"

He asked again, but he choked several people.

After a while, Master Lu Yun replied.

"If someone else asks this question, it will be humiliating out of ten."

He forced a smile, the corners of his mouth pressed down, as if recalling a bad memory.

"To be honest, the disciples of the high school all look down on Tiqi—some are mean, and they even make fun of the Xiao family dog."

"If the few of us hadn't been in the middle of nowhere, we wouldn't be able to lose face even if we thought about it, and use this as a step forward."

"But over the years, my thinking has changed."

When Master Lu Yun said this, he suddenly stopped.

There was another silence in the team.

The others were naturally waiting for him to speak.

Finally, Master Lu Yun's heart was broken, but he went all out.

"Now that I think about it, those other channels are nothing more than private schemes and profit-seeking actions."

"Only we Tiqi, only the Martial Arts Academy under the rule of the head of the mountain, cares a little about righteousness!"

After he finished speaking in a hurry, he was a little inexplicably shy and turned his eyes away.

In the distance, the sea of ​​roses is like a mirror, and Feibai Mountain hangs upside down in it.

At this time, Hong Fan suddenly said: "This is the words of a gentleman."

When Master Lu Yun heard this, he looked at him for a moment, and his brows finally showed.

"How dare you compare yourself to a gentleman?"

He shook his head and laughed, his voice getting rougher.

"Wu Xun in the courtyard is stingy, and I often slander him."

"But as a Tiqi, if you go into the mountains of swords and seas of fire on the evil list, even if you die, you will have weight!"

Master Lu Yun clenched his fists emphatically, causing the cloud pattern silk clothes to vibrate.

At this time, the flock of geese flitted past Tianxin and honked several times.

Between heaven and earth, there are lakes and mountains, roads around the lake, and people along the road.

The snowy ridges of Feibai Mountain are shrouded in sunlight, giving off a radiant glow, as if pasted with a layer of gold leaf.

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All the ends of the journey point to farewell.

The next day, early morning.

The morning sun rises slowly, and bids farewell to Haizi who is staying overnight.

The caravan turned to the northwest and bid farewell to Tiqi, who was traveling with him.

The ten people ate breakfast at the official post, and hurried along the road at high speed, and it was noon in a blink of an eye.

After a day of galloping, the horses were exhausted, Shi Yuanwei, Lu Yunshi and others sympathized with their mounts, so they all chose to dismount and walk.

Hong Fan wouldn't stand alone on the horse, but let Hong Qi take advantage of it for nothing.

"It's still three hundred miles away from Xijing."

Shi Yuanwei led the horse with one hand, and pointed with the other.

"Beside the road ahead is Liangping Town. There is an inn named 'Ke Ping'an', which operates trading business. The food and accommodation are not bad."

"Would you like to stay here overnight?"

Yan Yulin suggested.

Before everyone could reply, Hong Qi snorted and put his long face on Hong Fan's shoulder.

It roughly means "tired and hungry, without energy, and want to rest".

Since they were not in a hurry, the ten of them entered the town and headed to the inn.

The inn faces the street and has only two floors.

The large yard was full of large carts, with the big flag with the word "Meng" leaning against it.

Several merchants were busy covering the goods with raincloths, talking and laughing loudly, until they saw ten knights in red clothes coming in, and then they stopped.

Hong Fan went straight into the store.

There were no miscellaneous guests in the lobby, and several wooden tables and chairs were smashed to the ground and had not been cleaned up.

He called out the shopkeeper to inquire, but he heard that the room was full.

Everyone had to continue on the road.

Going north out of Liangping Town, a stream flows next to the official road.

On the high ground by the stream, a convoy of dozens of people just finished setting up camp.

Hong Fan glanced casually, and was about to get on his horse, when he heard a familiar voice calling from the slope.

"Brother Fan?"

PS: The state is very poor, I always struggle between the lines, a few lines of dialogue have been deleted, deleted, and written, and I have reworked several times, but I can't do it smoothly.

Today there is only this chapter.

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