Lord of the Desert

Chapter 398 Legend
Yunlan City is located in the southeast of Huaiyang State, and Jinhai City is located in the northwest of Liangzhou. The straight-line distance between the two is about four thousand miles.

On the afternoon of July 6th, Hong Fan set out alone. After flying for eight hours, he randomly found a wild hill to land.

Hunting and eating.

Then he sat cross-legged on a high branch of a pine tree at the top of the cliff and entered into a state of meditation in the mountain breeze.

The night sky is smooth, like a whole piece of tilted black marble.

Four hours later, it was chopped off by the golden sword of dawn.

On the seventh day of July, Hongfan cruised for ten hours, and by nightfall the city of Jinhai could be seen with the naked eye.

He thought for a while and decided not to go into the city overnight, but to sleep outdoors like he did yesterday.

July 8th, early in the morning.

Hong Mansion's martial arts training ground.

Since Hongfu and his team demonstrated the combat capability of the flintlock rifle last winter, this new weapon was quickly promoted in Jinhai City.

As soon as the last snow melted, a new shooting range was built in the Hong Mansion. By May and June, in addition to the red-robed cavalry and family soldiers who were forced to practice shooting, all male adults with a little wealth would equip themselves with a short gun for hunting and self-defense.

As a result, there were constant thunder in the palace every day.

The same is true today.

At Hong Fu's command, more than a dozen guys opened fire at the same time, and the smoke formed a yellow cloud close to the ground.

The smoke cleared and everyone looked at the targets and reported their results.

As the instructor, Hong Fu corrected the details of the movements one by one, and kicked a few particularly misbehaving students on the buttocks.

"If you can't handle the recoil, reduce the amount of gunpowder yourself. You are young, there is no need to force yourself..."

As he was giving the lecture, he was staring at the small black dot in the sky coming from the southeast.

It is probably a bird of prey from Taishan.

Hong Fu was thinking this, and when the black spot grew bigger and bigger, crossing half the city and descending to a height of over a hundred meters, he realized something was wrong.

In just a few breaths, the flying object dived into the shooting range like a peregrine falcon.

"Brother Fan?!"

Hong Fu exclaimed in surprise, his voice breaking due to the sudden reunion after such a long separation.

"I flew here from a long distance, and I thought it wasn't you from the shape you showed."

Hong Fan laughed and punched Hong Fu on the chest.

"I haven't seen you for over a year. You must have lost several dozen pounds?"

At this time, Instructor Hongfu, who usually pretended to be deep, had lost his way and just held his brother's arm, laughing unconsciously.

Around the shooting range, the rest of the people also dropped their guns and gathered around, but intimidated by the reputation of the returnee, they did not dare to get too close.

Most of these young men were under fifteen years old, had not even started practicing martial arts, and were not familiar with Hong Fan.

What’s more, more than a year has passed and the situation is different from the past.

Two years ago, the second young master of the Hong family was the number one among the younger generation in Jinhai.

A year ago, he was on the Tianjiao list and was a prominent figure in Xijing.

Now he is revered as one of the "Three Righteous Men of Huaiyang", winning battles one after another, and his fame spread throughout the world.

Just a few days ago, a carrier pigeon brought back news of the three new rankings in Xijing. The whole city knew that the second son of the Hong family defeated Feng Tianqing and rose to the first place under the Xiantian on the Tianjiao Ranking, and the 77th place in total...

The distant legend was right before their eyes, but to these young men it was more frightening than a tiger.

Hong Fan chatted with Hong Fu for a few words and then walked out of the shooting range arm in arm.

And the news is faster than them.

Like a stone thrown into a lake.

In the peaceful Hong Mansion, the mouth looked for the ears, and the ears moved the mouth, and the whole house became joyous.

Half an hour later, Hong Fan bathed and changed his clothes in Chaoriyuan, had some exquisite snacks, and then went to the main hall.

In the courtyard, all the senior members of the Hong family were present, and many of them had just rushed back from the government office.

Seeing Hong Fan coming, Hongwu, Hongsheng, Hongli, Hongcheng, Hongming, Hongshe, Honglie, Hongbo and others came forward to greet him, overjoyed. Even Hong Chen personally made tea and served water.

When everyone surrounded Hong Fan and took his seat, the first question asked by the clan leader Hong Wu was as expected.

"Why did you come back suddenly?"

"Because the matter of Huaiyang State is over."

Hong Fan replied with a sigh.

Everyone was puzzled when they heard this.

Over the past year, because of Hong Fan, the Hong family has been collecting all the current affairs information about Huaiyang State, and Qiu Yuankui and Xu Yuntao have become celebrities in Jinhai, not to mention Duan Tiannan and Gu Yixin, who are already at the forefront of the storm. However, due to the limitations of power, ability and the distance of three or four thousand miles, the news from the three counties is not detailed and timely.

As of today, the eighth day of July, it has only been half a month since the attack on Yunlan. How could the situation in the war zone be transmitted to any corner of Liangzhou?

Therefore, in the minds of Hongwu and others, the situation of the rebel army was still in June, and it was confronting the Tianfeng Army south of Duanli.

"You probably don't know yet, Feng Jianke died on June 22nd."

Hong Fan explained, lowering his eyes.

"Then the rebels took over Yunlan City."

Upon hearing the result, the Hong family was both happy and confused.

"Why so sudden?"

Hong Sheng asked curiously.

Upon seeing this, Hong Fan gave a brief account of the detailed battle situation over the past month, only saying that the Impermanence Realm had just been exhausted during the siege, without mentioning his own role in it.

Everyone sighed when they heard such a bizarre thing, but their hearts finally settled down.

Getting involved in the civil strife in Huaiyang not only involves personal danger but also political risks. Hongwu and others were not very supportive at the beginning, but they also knew that Hongfan needed military merits in exchange for better skills, so they had to do it.

At this moment, hearing that this troublesome matter was finally resolved, the atmosphere in the hall completely relaxed.

"Brother Fan, is that knife in your hand the same 'Ming Shen' as the one that set the blaze ablaze?"

Hong Ming couldn't help but ask the question that had been on his mind for a long time.

Hong Fan grinned.

"If it's a magic weapon, how can we know if we don't try it?"

He simply handed over the knife.

This weapon was worth thirty thousand taels of silver. Three or four years ago, even the entire Hong family couldn't afford it.

The dignified Fire-bearded Vajra King was actually at a loss for a moment. He scratched his beard before taking it with both hands.

Hong Ming first looked at the appearance carefully, then grasped the handle of the knife and carefully inserted his true Qi.

Then his eyes widened immediately and he couldn't close his mouth for a long time.

Now the others couldn't help but feel it, and passed the knife around to feel it one by one.

The innate spiritual energy cannot be felt in the Hunran state.

But the God of Light can easily help the Lord of Arms to cross this chasm, allowing warriors who have been stuck in the Hunran realm for ten or even dozens of years to get a glimpse of the innate realm, leaving them dumbfounded and their minds shaken.

After a round, only Hongwu and Hongsheng, who were at the state of interaction between heaven and man, could still keep a straight face.

After testing the magic weapon, Hong Fan took out a scroll he had written himself and handed it to Hong Li.

"My clan is good at killing and fighting with the Yanliu Kungfu, but we are lacking in visualization, so it is difficult to break through."

"Written here is the method of visualization that Brother Duan taught me. I want to pass it on to my clan as a reference for the Flame Flow Technique."

He said carefully.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Martial arts have always been difficult to obtain, let alone the martial arts of the Iron Palm?

"This kind of kindness is as heavy as a mountain!"

Hong Li held the scroll carefully, his eyes twitching with excitement.

"I don't know how to repay you..."

As he spoke, he began to worry - Duan Tiannan was a martial arts master whose combat power was close to the Earth List, and the Hong family seemed unable to give him anything that would be pleasing to the other party.

Then Hong Li listened to Hong Fan's reply.

"No need to return the gift."

"Brother Duan died in the battle of Yunlan City, saving Feng Mubai's life."

As he spoke, his expression cooled.

At this time, everyone's expressions were different.

Hong Ming slammed the table out of indignation that good people did not get rewarded.

Hong Sheng sighed, expressing his regret for the passing of the outstanding martial artist.

Hong Li lowered his eyes, feeling sad at hearing the bad news before repaying a favor.

Hongwu's emotions were more complicated. Not only did he feel sorry for Duan Tiannan personally, but he was also grief-stricken for the loss of important family connections.

(End of this chapter)