Lord of the Desert

Chapter 253
The wind came in through the window, blowing the curtains.

"He's a believer."

Hong Fan laughed.

Behind him, the steward of Mingyue Building bravely squeezed to the door, and secretly waved his hands inside.

The eight singers and four musicians hurriedly left the table, bypassing Hong Fan and leaving the room.

The vision in the suite is quite empty.

Hong Fan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes swept across, and he immediately identified the target - a man on the right side of the round table, with his head shrunk deliberately.

The mole on the round face is exactly the same as the portrait.

"Everyone must know what happened today, so don't waste each other's time."

Hong Fan said loudly.

"Wang Mincai, come here by yourself."

"Full of nonsense, who are you?"

The round-faced man forced himself to ask back, and answered his identity directly.

"When you see this dress, you still ask me who I am?"

Hong Fan sneered.

"A certain is Liangzhou Tiqi, you committed a crime!"

He shook his voice and drank.

When the voice came out, it instantly suppressed the noise in most of the boxes on both sides of the corridor.

The servants who were squeezed outside couldn't help but clenched their fists when their blood surged.

"Take him."

Hong Fan signaled.

Zhan Yuanzi heard the words and stepped forward, ready to take someone.

The wind suddenly picked up at this time.

The silver light flipped.

But a young man sitting by the table took advantage of Zhan Yuanzi passing by and shot a silver chopstick at his chest, which was avoided by Tianxin's induction.

The long sword was immediately unsheathed.

The freshly sharpened blade was pressed obliquely against the side of the boy's neck.

"You want to resist the law?"

Zhan Yuanzi asked coldly.

"Little red-clothed official, talk to me about the law?"

The teenager smiled.

He held the other silver chopsticks backwards in his right hand, exerted a brute force that penetrated high-level, and stood up fiercely against the edge of the sword.

A line of scarlet rose.

The blade is dotted with a blood bead.

Zhan Yuanzi didn't want to kill after all, so he was forced to withdraw his strength.

"Is this considered anti-law just now? Why didn't you dare to do it?"

The boy laughed out loud.

"I really think you guys are so bold!"

He looked directly at Zhan Yuanzi and pushed the sword away with silver chopsticks.

"A certain is the son of Xijing Lin, whose name is..."

Before he finished speaking, the floor shook.

The young man flickered out of the corner of his eye, turned his head suddenly, and saw the leading Ti Qi approaching, turning his shoulders and pushing an elbow.

The speed is too fast, it is too late to hide.

He instinctively raised his hand to catch it.

There was a crisp sound of "click".

Lin Shizi's chest felt tight, and he was trying to stabilize his stand when he felt his center of gravity tilted.

It was Hong Fan's low-sweeping kick that kicked him into the air.

【So fast……】

Thoughts have not come to light.

Hong Fan turned around and reached for his hand, grabbed the man's face with his right palm, and slammed it on the table with all his strength.

People hit wood, dishes shatter, metal shake, liquid splashes...

Infinite sounds mixed and burst out.

Then, the force was transmitted to the floor through the table legs, shaking the beams and columns.

Everyone's feet were unstable.

The government messengers, stewards and others even had the illusion that Mingyue Tower would be overwhelmed.

The soft force is dispelled layer by layer by the wooden structure.

Lin Shizi was dizzy for a moment, and then came back to his senses.

In the first moment, humiliation and anger arose in his heart.

Then there is confidence that the other party will not dare to hit hard.

Gritting his teeth, he wanted to get up when he saw a hand grabbing the silver chopsticks that hadn't landed in mid-air and slamming them down.

Click.

The silver chopsticks stuck to Lin Shizi's left eye and pierced into the pear wood table.

The room was silent.

Only the hum of high-frequency vibrations lingered around the beam.

"You are young, give me a chance."

"I'll know what's good or bad in the future..."

The boy heard a faint sound of lessons.

The arrogance of the aristocratic family suddenly burned up like a flame.

"you……"

Just as the sound of cursing was stuck in his throat, the sharp pain in his left arm and palm came belatedly.

Lin Shizi looked down, and saw that the palm was rotted by the high temperature, and the forearm was swollen into reddish purple, obviously broken.

The back fear was like a tide, blocking his throat.

He dared not move again.

At this time, there was another sound on the left side of the round table.

Hong Fan blasted out with a Fire Cloud Palm, and stopped another family member who got up and wanted to go to the cabinet by the wall to get the sword.

The air burst exploded.

Everyone's faces were hot.

Seven or eight meters away, the velvet curtain separating the suites was blazing, making the steward's heart bleed.

"As one wishes."

Hong Fan called out.

"Yes."

Wu Ruyi responded, and blew out a blast of icy wind, extinguishing the flames in the air.

There was no sound of breathing in the room for a while.

Hong Fan straightened up and looked at Wang Mincai.

Wang Mincai looked at the head of the banquet.

"Brother Yongchang is young and energetic, he was impulsive just now."

Liu Xingxian suppressed his displeasure and forced a smile.

"But Hong Shaoxia is coming for real?"

He has always looked down on Ti Qi.

Hong Fan was different.

After the Flower Appreciation Fair, news of this Jin Hai Xingjun had already spread throughout the city.

Not satisfied, he created his own method of killing, and defeated Bai Taiping, who had a sympathetic relationship between heaven and man.

Eight characters - less than Tianjiao, better than Tianjiao.

"Min was caught in a trap—the so-called murder case has been in the past for many years, what's the point of mentioning a mere fisher girl?"

Liu Xingxian explained.

"This game has nothing to do with young heroes, there is no need to force yourself to be the leader."

"Why don't we take a step back?"

"I asked Yongchang to apologize to you, and we will be friends from now on?"

He persuaded with nice words.

Lin Yongchang, who was still lying on the table and didn't dare to move, looked up in disbelief when he heard the words, and was stared heavily at him.

Hong Fan never expected Liu Xingxian to say such words.

The last time we met in front of Mingyue Tower, the other party didn't even bother to look at him.

"Thank you Mr. Liu for your kindness."

Hong Fan smiled and pointed to his chest.

"Wearing this outfit, you can't be majestic when nothing happens, and you can hide when something happens, right?"

He and Liu Xingxian looked at each other.

In the latter's black eyes, the cloud patterns of the silk clothes were reflected.

"Young man Hong is a man of high integrity."

Liu Xingxian gave a compliment, and his smile became colder.

"But Min is the one my Liu family must protect!"

Hong Fan didn't reply again.

The true essence of the sand world flows around.

There was a fine friction sound from inside.

Everyone looked back and saw a stream of sand gushing out from under the two huge green plants in the corner of the room.

Potted plants toppled over.

Sands floated in the air, spreading three-dimensionally.

Then it sparsely and slowly occupied the entire space until it hovered to wrap everyone in it.

Like a golden rain frozen in time.

The air is still clean.

Every grain of sand is as stable and motionless as a sergeant in line.

But everyone who was not in the sand felt suffocated and oppressed.

Liu Xingxian's breathing became heavy, blowing the suspended gravel on the veneer.

"Antagonize my Liu family in Xijing, do you know the consequences?"

He reprimanded in a deep voice.

Words don't answer.

Through the sandy rain, Hong Fan strode towards Wang Mincai.

"How brave!"

Liu Xingxian yelled sharply and stood up abruptly.

"Ming Wang raises his arms..."

Breathing out true energy, it condensed into two invisible arms that were one foot long.

It is the unique skill of Liu's "Thousand Arm Ming Wang Dian".

Hong Fan glanced at him, kept walking, and only clenched his fist.

Millions of suspended gravel gathered at Liu Xingxian in an instant, blocking his facial features and dragging him to the ground.

Wang Mincai was already petrified.

Lin Yongchang also forgot the pain.

They stared fixedly at the figure who couldn't breathe and was struggling violently under the sand, their expressions froze.

Except for Shen Tiexin, this person is almost the most respected among the younger generation in Xijing.

On the other side, Hong Fan was also taken aback.

He didn't expect to win with one move, and he didn't expect Liu Xingxian to have only two or three veins of cultivation.

Not to mention Bai Taiping, he is even far inferior to Jiang Wenbai.

And this person obviously has no actual combat experience.

For more than a year, this was the first time Hong Fan had seen a martial artist who would call out the name of a move when making a move.

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Wang Min is a true martial artist.

But since Liu Xingxian fell, he lost all will to resist.

Frozen on the spot, Hong Fan picked it up like a chick, and cut off his Qi veins.

Then throw it to Zhan Yuanzi.

"It's over."

Hong Fan said, turning around and walking towards the main entrance.

Behind him, Liu Xingxian's struggle gradually weakened.

Lin Yongchang half supported his body, watched all this, and swallowed his saliva.

Trembling fear and unfathomable excitement rose from the bottom of my heart at the same time.

【Brother Liu Shi is going to die...】

He opened his mouth to remind, but in the end he shut it up in a strange way.

But Sha Fu finally broke up.

Liu Xingxian lay in the golden ground, panting heavily, his eyes were out of focus—it seemed that the six sense organs were closed and the feeling of dying had not faded away.

"Brother, how are you doing?"

Lin Yongchang rushed forward and helped Liu Xingxian up before the others.

"Do you want me to call someone over..."

he said in a low voice.

Hong Fan stopped suddenly and looked sideways.

After taking this look, Liu Xingxian and Lin Yongchang both trembled and turned their eyes away in fear.

"Ah."

Hong Fan couldn't help smiling.

He originally thought that the sea of ​​gold was very shallow, while Xijing was very high.

However, these people in front of me come from the great schools in Xijing, they must be called ancestors, and they must check their surnames. They seem to have cultivated martial arts, used elixirs, and possessed great achievements, but they don't understand martial arts at all, and they are not worthy of being called warriors.

Thinking of this, Hong Fan's originally tense mind suddenly relaxed.

He turned around, took out a silver coin from his pocket, and put it on the table.

"You broke my arm, you just think about this little money?"

Lin Yongchang glanced at the ingot of five taels of silver, and shouted in a low voice.

"The skills are not good, but there are a lot of dramas."

Hong Fan mocked him, ignored him, and turned his head to look at the manager of Mingyue Building who was huddled outside the door, sweating profusely.

"I think your tables and curtains are quite high-grade, and this money is considered compensation."

The steward showed a smile uglier than crying.

A large table made of fine pear blossom wood was stabbed with a hole, and the loss was more than five taels?
It's just that he thought so, how dare he say that?
Hong Fan could see what the other party was thinking.

"Today's business is a matter of tolerance, and the loss can't be entirely my fault."

He then added.

"If you feel that Mingyue Tower is not enough, please go to Zhangwu Academy to find our admiral."

As he spoke, he walked out the door and strode away.

And the manager at the side didn't know if he heard it clearly, so he hurriedly bowed and bowed.

It's like sending God off.

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Two days later.

September 21, noon.

Xijing Martial Arts Academy.

The autumn wind is bleak, sweeping more and more fallen leaves in the courtyard.

Wu Hongling sat under the yamen, her brows were tightly furrowed.

Her thoughts were chaotic, and the more she thought about it, the more chaotic she became.

So much so that I couldn't even write the mission report the day before yesterday, and my ears were full of speculation and rumors that I had heard in the past two days.

Sit for another quarter of an hour.

Wu Hongling sighed, put down her pen, got up and went out worriedly.

After passing through Xiezhi Hall, she went to Chaori Mansion.

Putting on a thin jacket, Tao Hong led the visitor to the study.

On the table is freshly brewed apricot pear tea.

Remove dryness and moisten the lungs.

Behind the desk is Hong Fan.

Dressed in a scholarly uniform with a square collar, his brows are as bright as ever.

When Wu Hongling saw her subordinates, her mind was in a mess, but she was three-pointed.

After drinking tea, we exchanged some pleasantries.

She confirmed that there was no one around, and finally revealed her future intention - if Liu Xingxian was touched, would there be any consequences?
Hong Fan was not surprised by this.

He has always known that his business is meticulous and strong.

If she had no worries about the Wang Mincai case, how could Wu Hongling raise her daughter to be as innocent as she is today?
"What happened a few days ago, in my opinion, is not a big problem."

Hong Fan said bluntly.

"Of course, the Xijing aristocratic family is deeply rooted, and there will be some out-of-the-way reactions—for example, in the past two days, two high-ranking disciples with eyes above the top have come to the door to challenge me—but generally nothing will happen."

After hearing this judgment, Wu Hongling immediately relaxed most of Meifeng.

"why?"

But she still asked.

"Because I don't think our superiors want to stand in line."

Hong Fan replied.

"As long as the admiral doesn't take the initiative to leave the court, neither side off the court will take the initiative to offend him."

"Take a step back, even if the aristocratic family wants to take revenge, they should attack the hand holding the knife, not the knife."

"If Tangtang state guard only takes out his anger on us 'lower people', he will show weakness instead—this shows that within the rule system, he has nothing to do."

Wu Hongling thought about it for a moment, nodded heavily, and embraced her arms.

Hong Fandun felt that he had nowhere to look, so he had to lower his head and pour tea.

"But what if the admiral intends to end?"

Wu Hongling asked again.

"I've seen people say that the admiral sent us this time to support the governor - after all, my subordinates are one, Jin Gong came here by the emperor's order, so it's only natural for the state department to help him?"

"I guess this is the rumor from Jin Ziming."

Hong Fan laughed.

"The matter of taxation rights is very complicated, and there must be many details of interest disputes."

"But some things are clear from the root."

He took a sip of apricot pear tea.

"Let me talk a little bit first—are there many rumors that the Martial Academy, or the head of the mountain, has many conflicts with the clan?"

"This should be a catch-and-shoot, right?"

Wu Hongling hesitated.

"I'm afraid not."

Hong Fan lowered his voice.

"Can the emperor be changed?"

"Of course not!"

Wu Hongling was startled, and instinctively looked at the window and the door.

"Yes, the emperor is tenured for life. Fortunately, today's Shengshang is young and vigorous, wise and powerful."

Hong Fan said the "rebellious" remarks in a relaxed tone.

"That's the question, can the head of the mountain be changed?"

Wu Hongling was taken aback.

She hadn't really thought about it.

"Although the head of the Martial Arts Academy is listed as a first-rank official, he is still a courtier in the final analysis."

Wu Hongling analyzed it.

"But the head of the mountain is a martial sage, and the official position can be changed, how can the cultivation of a martial sage be changed?"

"Without the head of the mountain, who can suppress the Ministry of Kyushu?"

She said, feeling a little guilty.

"now it's right."

Hong Fan tapped the desktop.

"There have been emperors in the world, and now there are mountain chiefs."

"Both are tenured?"

he laughed.

"It doesn't seem right..."

Wu Hongling's teeth were a little sore.

"There's something even more wrong."

Hong Fan laughed.

"Is lifespan as long as a mountain today?"

Wu Hongling was stunned.

Who can live longer than Wu Sheng?

"Perhaps they get along well with each other?"

Wu Hongling said with difficulty, licking her lips.

"It's hard."

Hong Fan shook his head.

"The position is at the extreme, and many ideas lead to the same goal-it's not whether things happen, but whether they can happen."

"We've finished talking about the far, now let's talk about the near."

He suddenly changed the subject.

"The admiral has been serving in Xijing for eight years. Did you have conflicts with these aristocratic families before?"

"No."

Wu Hongling said decisively.

"The Liu family and the Shen family treated him very courteously, and they have always been the distinguished guests among the distinguished guests."

"That's right, Tianji Hengduan, but the master of the earth list!"

Hong Fan knocked on the table again.

"Liu Xingxian is spoiled and spoiled, and he is not good at martial arts, but even he knew two days ago that he wanted to sell my face. How can his uncle not understand this truth?"

"No matter how ruthless heaven and man are, he is also a human being, and he also has relatives and estrangements."

"The governor is new, and the admiral will cut off the friendship for many years with empty words. How easy is it?"

"Even if the admiral is gone, how much credit can be shared for the work of 'returning waste and envy to the public'?"

Hong Fan asked back.

Wu Hongling chewed silently for a while, only to feel that her thoughts became much clearer at once.

(End of this chapter)