Lord of the Desert

Chapter 341 Martial Way

About today's rain has exhausted last night's clouds.

At this time, the dome was bright, the moon was as thin as a hook, and there were countless stars clustered around it.

By their light, Hong Fan could clearly see Tang Xingqing's eyebrows, which seemed to be smiling.

"Today is twenty-eight? What time is it now?"

Hong Fan asked.

"It's midnight, you slept through the whole day."

Tang Xingqing replied.

"I brought you to your door for lunch and dinner today, but you didn't even wake up after knocking on the door."

"A warrior sleeps too hard, but this is the only way to die."

She was half reminding, half teasing.

In the past, Hong Fan would have responded with a polite smile.

But he couldn't laugh at the moment.

Tang Xingqing sensed something was wrong, stood up straight, and shook the bead chain from the two hairpins on her bun.

"Is your injury healed?"

Hong Fan asked casually as he looked at her obviously more refined outfit.

"It's half better."

Tang Xingqing answered immediately, sensing the other party's absence, and asked.

"what happened to you?"

"Nothing, maybe..."

Hong Fan wanted to be perfunctory, but when the lie came to his lips, he felt irritated.

"I went to Yunlan City with Duan Tiannan last night."

He said in a suddenly stiff voice.

"Are you going to assassinate Feng Chengyi?"

Tang Xingqing's voice was half a degree louder, and even her arms fell apart in shock.

Everyone in Huaiyang country knows that Duan Tiannan has a criminal record in this area.

"No, we went to see Wind and Cloud Summit."

Hong Fan said steadily, looking directly at the other person.

"Storm Lanshan is an eye-opener."

There was silence in the courtyard for a moment.

He understood from this that the other party knew about Fengyunding.

Until tonight, Hong Fan didn't hate Tang Xingqing.

Although the latter almost executed Wu Yuan.

As Duan Tiannan said, both sides have their own masters, one is the loyalty in their hearts, the other is the law of the king above their heads, life and death have nothing to do with personal enmity.

But Hong Fan looked at her now, and his heart suddenly surged with uncontrollable anger.

"Do you know about Fengyunding?"

His voice deepened.

"I haven't seen it myself, but I should know everything you know."

Tang Xingqing answered immediately.

"Did you know you also joined Thousand Faces Wind? That's amazing!"

Hong Fan replied equally without thinking.

If his previous sentence was displeasure, this sentence was already a question.

Tang Xingqing's hands hidden in her sleeves clenched into fists.

"Yes, I joined Qianmianfeng in May of this year."

Instead, a smile appeared on her face.

"Then what do you expect me to do?"

"When the royal court recruited me - the appointment document was signed with the name of Prime Minister Feng Mubai of Thousand Faces of Wind - could it be that I just tore it up?"

she asked back.

"So you still have to take this seat?"

Hong Fan sighed coldly.

Tang Xingqing frowned.

"You are the only one who can speak lightly? If you have the ability, why didn't you bring Feng Jianke's head back?"

She stepped out of the threshold, her expression as sharp as when she stepped on the sword box with her mouth and feet in Duanli City Market.

"Maybe I don't have to go, but someone from the Tang family always has to go."

"It has been 200 years since the founding of the Feng family, and people in the three counties have respected the royal court like this for ten generations."

"Mansion offices, agricultural taxes, warrior recruitment, talent selection, and even marriages between the four major families, everything has been established long ago..."

Then she was interrupted by a rude question.

"Qiandianxing, we don't talk about the Tang family or others."

"If I only ask you."

"What do you think of Fengyunding and Fengjianke?"

Tang Xingqing was suffocated.She was finally really annoyed.

"Chisha, so what do you want to do when you come to Huaiyang Country?"

"Like Wu Yuan, who only cares about the minutiae, kills a county magistrate when there is injustice, and pretends to be a knight's family wine?"

Tang Xingqing suddenly became eloquent.

"Even if Bai Shengjun invades Yunlan City, even if the power of Huaiyang Kingdom falls, will things be over?"

"No, the poor people in the world still have countless tops on their heads."

"I heard that many people from your hometown in the western border of Liangzhou go into the swamp to hunt snakes for snake gall, but the snake gall has never been used on them."

"I heard that the Shura Sect owns the entire Tianpeng Mountains and imposes heavy taxes on hunting and collecting medicines in the mountains, but the name of the Shura Sect is not written on the Tianpeng Mountains."

"I heard that Xingjun used soul-binding to increase his power. Aren't you still happy with it?"

Hong Fan couldn't reply for a while.

Since waking up, his mind has been in chaos.

Bringing up this topic is a kind of uncontrollable catharsis.

On the other side, Tang Xingqing still didn't calm down.

"The higher a martial artist goes, the less they are engaged in production. They only think about, retreat, and learn from each other all day long, and they all rely on others to support them."

“Where do these offerings come from and what is the price?”

she questioned.

"Although you defeated me in the battle at Jishikou, you don't understand martial arts - the way of martial arts, which never deviates from its original principles. If you don't lose enough, you will be able to gain more."

"Whether you like it or not, to a warrior, mortals are just crops."

"Some are carefully groomed and some are groomed roughly."

"But no matter what, being harvested is the fate of crops."

Her tone became harsher and her face became paler. She pressed her belly with one hand, as if an old injury had recurred.

But when it came to this, Tang Xingqing didn't want to stop even if she endured the pain.

She took a big step, and when her skirt was restrained, she picked it up and tied it in a knot. Then she fetched water from the deep well in the corner of the yard, and drank half the bucket in one breath, like drinking.

Hong Fan saw the moonlight shining on her naked calves, like forged silver.

After drinking cold water, Tang Xingqing calmed down the pain, walked to the wicker chair, and looked directly into Hong Fan's eyes.

"I heard that some time ago you went to the field with Gu Yixin?"

Tang Xingqing said condescendingly.

"Duan Tiannan and Gu Yixin are both from farmers' backgrounds, and it is rare for them to not forget their roots. There are often rumors in Duan Li about their hands-on farming duties."

"So this time in the field, how many warriors from the Bai Sheng Army did you see?"

she asked.

Hong Fan looked hesitant.

Tang Xingqing sneered when she saw this.

"Chisha, do you really think you are qualified to preach to others just because you helped a few old farmers on a whim?"

"My Tang family is a big family, and the people listed in the family tree don't have to go to the fields until they die."

The tone is arrogant.

Hong Fan suddenly raised his head.

But Tang Xingqing only speeded up her speech as if she was trying to succeed.

"Can't you hear this?"

"You Jinhai Hong family, although we are far away from the Tang family, how many of you have worked in the fields and worked as coolies?"

Hong Fan was silent.

Tang Xingqing stood on tiptoes and smiled proudly.

"At this time of year, there may still be some rice that has not been milled, and some grain that has not been put into the cellar."

"Chisha, you can still pretend tomorrow."

"But you and I both know that you can't let your family stop practicing martial arts, just like you can't stop using the sand world."

The words paused.

"Are you still asking me what I think of Fengjianke?"

Then, Tang Xingqing stabbed out the last question like a sword.

Hong Fan lowered his eyes slumped and did not respond.

So she pressed her lower abdomen harder and slowly returned to the room.

Only the last two sentences were left in the yard.

"I'm not saying this to win over you verbally, nor to show how kind-hearted I am, or how I'm different from other martial arts practitioners."

"It's just that I was once a little concubine who longed for martial arts but couldn't get it."

After saying that, she slammed the door with a bang, leaving Hong Fan sitting alone facing the stars and moon.

By the time dawn broke, his whole body was already freezing cold in the night.

PS: I took sleeping pills at [-] o'clock last night and fell asleep at [-] o'clock this morning.

Lao Huang, my drug resistance seems to be full.

These days I just go with the flow.

(End of this chapter)