Lord of the Desert

Chapter 36 Progress
"This is not the bulk of Zhu Yiqi's expenses."

Hong Lie shook his head slightly and smiled.

"The biggest cost is actually us."

"In Zhu Yiqi, the minimum annual salary is 60 taels, and there are rewards for military exploits; after all, the clan spends nearly [-] on the more than [-] of us a year!"

[If 1 taels of silver are exchanged for martial arts resources, what kind of progress can it bring? 】

Hong Fan couldn't help being speechless when he heard the words.

"But you don't have to worry."

Hong Lie mistook his words for putting too much pressure on his cousin.

"Our Hong family has fertile land, and we also have more than a dozen Shangtian farms in the southeast of Jinhai City. A farmer earns at least 400 taels a year."

"In addition to the shops and rented houses in the city, after deducting all expenses in a year, there will always be a net income of three or four thousand taels."

"Okay, the sun is still early today, why don't I take you to the martial arts arena to practice bow and knife?"

Hong Lie asked.

Hong Fan naturally would not refuse.

The Hongfu Martial Arts Field is located in the northwest corner. Because it is mainly used to practice bow and horse skills, the venue is wider than the Martial Arts Field in the northeast corner.

Seeing Hong Lie leading a new face in, many knight archers greeted him from a distance.

What surprised Hong Fan the most was that in a corner of the field, among a dozen or so steel balls hoisted by iron chains, there was a burly man in thick cloth armor rushing back and forth, chopping and killing with his bare hands.

"That's the captain of the first team, Hong Bo from the seventh room."

Hong Lie glanced up, his face slightly cold.

"He is a man of the top ten disciplines in the Penetration Realm, only one behind me, but he is born with great strength. He can wear a hundred catties of armor and make thirty catties of heavy weapons charge continuously at high speed."

Hong Fan's heart skipped a beat.

Although he didn't play soldiers in his previous life, he was not completely ignorant of cold weapons.

Generally speaking, the weight of a two-handed sword is at most six or eight catties.

A decoration sledgehammer weighing about twelve kilograms is enough to smash a concrete wall, and it is definitely too powerful to kill people.

As for the thirty-jin weapon, if it is swung away, it may literally "shatter both men and horses."

"One hundred catties of armor and thirty catties of weapons can still run like flying; against this kind of warrior, what is the significance of the number of mortals?"

Hong Fan couldn't help sighing.

"How can it be so exaggerated?"

Hong Lie grinned.

"At the peak of the normal penetrating realm, you can only carry two thousand catties. Even if you have a full body of steel armor, you can't match the iron nets and throwing ropes of dozens of old soldiers."

[Yes, there are martial arts in this world, and there are also magic pills...]

Hong Fan was taken aback for a moment, and immediately remembered Qi Zuojian, the Dahua military-industrial complex.

"Okay, today I will first familiarize you with the basics of bow pushing, string pulling, and positioning when shooting in the next step, and then I will teach you how to use the eight swords."

Hong Lie took a practice bow and wooden knife from the weapon rack, and led Hong Fan to the shooting range.

The two of them spent the rest of the afternoon in the martial arts arena.

Hong Fan's fast learning rate surprised his temporary teacher.

"I didn't expect my cousin to have an outstanding appearance and a clever mind!"

Hong Lie put away his bow and knife, and patted Hong Fan on the shoulder.

"According to this progress, it will take another two full days, and I will be able to teach you all the basic knowledge and practice methods."

"At that time, it will be convenient for you to hone yourself."

"In short, if there is no order from above, I am usually either at home or here; if you have any questions, just come to me."

Against the setting sun, Hong Lie smiled heartily.

He is 29 years old and already married with a child.

"Thank you cousin, I will be more troublesome in the future!"

Hong Fan solemnly thanked him and bowed deeply.

"It's all part of the job. You are so serious. Could it be that the call to cousin is insincere?"

Hong Lie waved his hands, and deliberately asked with a straight face.

Both of them laughed.

"You are now just a backup in the team. At least you must master the killing methods of infantry, cavalry, saber, horse spear, and penetrating realm before you can officially join the team."

Hong Lie added.

"With your comprehension, I think three months will definitely make it..."

In the evening, the martial arts arena, two cousins ​​strode out one after the other.

Hong Fan, who fell behind, looked at Hong Lie's back, and had a vague glimpse of his father Hong Li's appearance when he was young.

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More than two months later, the sixth day of August.

In Liangzhou in the northwest, the sunshine is quite warm during the day, but as soon as the sun sets, the chill immediately climbs up.

The summer has completely gone so far, leaving only the dew that condenses every morning as farewell tears.

At this time, the solar term is named "Bailu".

At noon, Hong Fan rode out of the city on a gelding with a bow and knife, and entered the mountain from the southeast.

It is still the familiar woodland, but most of the tree leaves have withered and yellowed.

Hong Fan led his horse into the forest, and made a sound of autumn on the dead branches and leaves.

"Bingley, you just graze here honestly, don't move around."

He tied the yellow puma under a tree and patted the horse's face lightly.

The loyal "Bentley" snorted in response, forgetting that he was once a bitch.

Under the cover of the dense forest, Hong Fan first practiced a few soldering iron hands, and then pulled out the "Wang Buliu Xing" horizontal knife, practicing the knife skills and the "Fire Saber" killing method.

Not long after, several big trees in the surrounding area were hit again, and they were cut with several scorched scars.

When his zhenqi was exhausted, Hong Fan took the tree as a target and practiced rapid shooting with the bamboo arrow he bought.

The horn bow doesn't need to be fully opened, it takes two seconds to shoot one shot, including the effort of drawing the arrow and correcting the posture, I have already practiced hundreds of shots in half an hour.

At a distance of 20 meters, even if each arrow misses the target, it will not miss a lot.

In just two and a half months, Hong Fan has mastered the bow, sword, horse, lance, and the basic killing methods of Yanliu Kung Fu by relying on his intelligence beyond ordinary people and the blessing of martial arts.

As for the most important skill aspect, he will naturally not fall behind.

During this time, Hong Fan consumed martial arts resources worth 80 taels of silver. After penetrating the second serious "Hand Jueyin Pericardium Sutra", he opened up four of the nine major acupoints of the "Hand Shaoyin Heart Sutra".

In terms of Yanliu Gong's cultivation alone, he has already caught up with Jiang Youde who is ten years older.

But his progress is much more than that.

Flicking his fingers silently, Hong Fan lifted up a large piece of barren sand under his feet, covering himself and several surrounding trees.

Within a radius of ten meters, the wind whimpered, and the sunlight and sight were cut off.

But in Hong Fan's perception, the world is still clear within ten steps.

Because every grain of sand manipulated by the sand world is giving feedback information to the owner at any time.

"From the beginning of conception, to the completion of the design, and to today's realization, it took two full months..."

Hong Fan sighed softly, drew his knife and slashed, cutting a fallen leaf caught in the wind and sand into two pieces.

"This trick 'Shawu', I finally succeeded."

After dispelling the sand and mist, he returned the saber to its sheath and summoned a cloud of gravel into his palm.

Pushing with the back of the palm, the gravel turned into three thorns, which spanned a distance of ten meters like lightning and penetrated an inch into the tree trunk.

This trick of sand thorn is simpler than that of shawu, and Hong Fan has practiced it a month ago.

As for Bentley next to him, his eyes were dull for a long time, and he even forgot to chew the grass in his mouth.

[If it's a life-and-death fight, it shouldn't be a problem for me to beat three or four Jiang Youde with one-to-many. 】

While thinking, Hong Fan restored the training ground to its original state.

[The sand world is so powerful, it's no wonder that the innate realm Jingsha Xingjun alone is enough to reverse the situation in the Jinhai battle. 】

PS: The alarm clock went off several times today and I couldn't wake up. It's Saturday after all...

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