Lord of the Desert

Chapter 365 Hero
The end of October in the twenty-ninth year of Zhenghe.

Longqiu Town had experienced two snowfalls, marking the transition from autumn to winter.

It was afternoon, the sky was high, and the white clouds were huddled together, biting each other's tails.

On the left side of the mountainside, ancient and new things leap among the tall branches of the pine trees like nimble flying birds.

Hong Fan followed closely behind, running on the snow-covered mountain under the trees, and every step he took created a shallow pit.

The two climbed up the mountain valley to an altitude of more than 2,000 meters and met Duan Tiannan who had been waiting there for a while.

This place is not far from the top of Zuolan Mountain.

Hong Fan looked into the distance and saw that the snow on the mountain ridges was broken into powder by the wind and rolled into a white turbulent flow.

Looking back, the sunlight was engraved on the half-frozen surface of Yishan Lake, and the residents of Longqiu waiting at the foot of the mountain were as small as ants.

I stopped and the cold air quickly chilled my lungs.

The bloody storm in Duanli City seemed to have happened a long time ago.

Hong Fan patted the bark and looked up at the fifty-meter-tall tree.

"They are all the best firs."

"How about this forest?"

White air came out of his mouth as he spoke.

"It's great. There's a col right below us, and it leads all the way to the bottom."

Duan Tiannan nodded.

"You guys cut the pieces, and I'll be responsible for transporting them?"

He suggested, rolling up his sleeves and stretching his arms.

The three of them just did what they said.

Hong Fan wielded the Sand Flow Knife, cutting wood chips everywhere.

Gu Yixin was faster than him. He used his hands as a spear and chopped down a huge tree in two or three strokes.

Fir tilted and fell, but before it hit the bottom, Duan Tiannan caught it on his shoulders.

"Such fine wood cannot be damaged."

He weighed the huge tree repeatedly, adjusted his center of gravity, and then activated his iron arm and golden body to throw it out.

The wind was whistling, and the fir tree floated a hundred meters in the air, landing right on the steep slope of the snow-covered valley. It then slid for dozens of breaths, dragging the white dragon all the way to the bottom of the mountain.

The first tree stopped rubbing the soil.

The crowd, who had been waiting for a long time, raised their arms in joy, swarmed around the bundled tree trunks, dragged them to an empty place, and slowly beat them with knives and axes.

Use broken branches as firewood and trunks to repair houses; wood is essential for keeping warm.

After working hard for half an hour, the three of them managed to meet the needs of the entire town for the winter and then stopped.

Hong Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead and put his hands on his hips.

Gu Yixin was playing with a two-meter-long, straight, branch without forks, as if he had found a treasure.

White steam was rising from Duan Tiannan's body. He unbuttoned his clothes, but still felt unsatisfied.

"The work is done, do you want to have some fun?"

He suddenly asked the two of them.

"What fun?"

Hong Fan returned with great interest.

He knew that the fun of "Iron Palm Opening the Mountain" was always extraordinary.

"How about we go wrestle?"

Duan Tiannan thought for a moment and came up with an inspiration.

"Who are you wrestling with?"

Gu Yixin asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the other party raise his arm and point to the west.

"Then go to the boundary between Huaiyang and Liangzhou and look for the Kunwu Heavenly Pillar!"

Duan Tiannan laughed heroically, released his golden true energy to carry the two of them, and flew off the ground.

Dozens of breaths later, they flew over the mountain ridge and saw that Zuolan Mountain blocked Yishan Lake and Tingshan Pass behind them.

The mountains soon came to an end and the world suddenly collapsed.

The rivers are tangled like threads, forming patterns on the belly of the earth.

A few hundred miles further ahead, Hong Fan recognized Pang County, which he had not seen for a long time.

With it as the center, roads crisscross like chains carried by the city.

The three of them flew for an hour and covered a distance of thousands of miles.

Duan Tiannan didn't fall down until he saw a snow-capped peak like a high wall in front of him.

When Hong Fan stepped foot on the ground, he could no longer see the sky.

Looking at the entire northwest, light ochre mountains block the way; continuous peaks pierce into the sky hand in hand, until the pure white snow-capped ridges blend silently with the purer white clouds.

Hong Fan held his breath unconsciously.

He knew that there must be a strong wind blowing at the very top of the mountain.

Because the majestic clouds were flowing along the mountain ridges like a slow and slow waterfall, dropping a thousand meters in one go, and finally being torn into misty threads by the horns of the cliffs. Down the mountainside, beyond the cover of clouds, there was a pale blue glacier; on it there were white lines in the shape of running water, like armor hanging on the soil.

"Is this Kunwu Mountain..."

Hong Fan lowered his voice very low.

"Yes, that's it."

Duan Tiannan raised his chin, as if he had met an old rival who refused to admit defeat.

"Are you ready?"

He asked casually, with a mischievous smile, and mentioned that the two of them flew across the sky and landed on the hillside of Kunwu main peak.

At this moment, all that was left before Hong Fan's eyes was the horizon made of white snow.

Duan Tiannan's fighting spirit was already overwhelming.

He folded his arms and shouted wildly.

“Kunwu…”

"Come and fight!"

The shout swelled up as if it had a physical form, rolling over the mountaintops and suppressing the strong wind that was blowing around the mountains and through the valleys.

Kunwu responded.

The snow cape broke off near the peak, flowing slowly at first, and then gradually accelerated, forming huge waves of pure white.

Hong Fan stood there in a daze.

He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt his innate spiritual energy leaping and dancing - as if the whole world was falling down in front of him, melting everything into silver.

Miles, tens of seconds.

Until the snowflakes stuck to his cheeks, until the overwhelming roar of Kunwu Pillar of Heaven approached him.

Hong Fan finally saw a flash of gold in his peripheral vision - it was a palm force as huge as a house, blasting out with the sound of steel.

The snow wave was hit as if it had hit a reef, and a white waterfall dozens of feet high rose from it.

Duan Tiannan opened his arms and rushed into the white waves with a big laugh, and Gu Yixin followed closely behind him.

Only one person could not move.

The might of heaven was approaching, and Hong Fan could no longer tell whether there was roar or silence in his ears.

As his will was suppressed to the limit, he finally let out a roar that he himself could not hear.

The sand armor is pulled up to its thickest, with countless root-like sand streams spreading out.

Get into a horse stance, lean forward, and protect your head with your arms.

It's like a reed standing amidst the galloping of thousands of horses.

When the smoke and dust faded away, Duan Tiannan pulled his little brother out from under the snow.

"How did the fall go?"

He asked cheerfully.

"We were defeated miserably by Kunwu..."

Hong Fan shook his head and sighed, and it took him a while to suppress his nausea.

At this time, he turned around and found that the terrain of Kunwu Main Peak had changed beyond recognition.

"Can you hold it?"

Gu Yixin held his hand, frowned slightly, and said with concern.

Hong Fan smiled when he heard this.

"Just now, I saw that Brother Kunwu is not only tall, but also as bold as the three of us. He is a hero in the Nine Provinces."

"When heroes compete, they must win two out of three!"

After hearing these words, the three of them became even more enthusiastic and then picked two more peaks.

In the second round, Hong Fan no longer held on to the spot. After putting on the sand armor, he was rolled out by the avalanche for many miles. After being dug out, he was still dazed and lay on his back laughing.

The third time, he went downstream, stepped on the sandboard, rode the snow waves straight to the cliff, and glided with his wings.

After doing this three times, the three of them climbed to the top of Kunwu Peak on foot. They all felt peaceful, as if they had been bathed in ice and washed away their past.

"Hong Fan, are you really not going to leave this winter?"

Gu Yixin sat down with his hands on his knees and asked.

"There will be no war in winter; you are not like me and Brother Duan, who have so many people in Jinhai who care about you."

"Don't go."

Hong Fan replied.

"Reunion doesn't have to be during the New Year holidays. There are so many things to do, so this time won't be a big deal."

Duan Tiannan nodded heavily upon hearing this.

"Okay, then let's finish our chores in the next two days and then we can go into seclusion together."

"Everyone in Kyushu knows that Chisha has a natural talent. Let me lend you this talent!"

He slapped Hong Fan on the shoulder and stood in front of the cliff.

At this time, the sun is setting in the west, and the twilight is bathing the mountains.

(End of this chapter)